Chapter 1: Introduction
The dimly lit restaurant hummed with the familiar chatter of Friday night dinner dates, the clink of wine glasses, and the soft strains of jazz music playing in the background. Jamie glanced around the room, unable to focus on anything for too long. His eyes darted from the elegant chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling to the sophisticated couples enjoying their meals. He felt a pang of envy looking at them, the way they laughed and leaned into each other, sharing secrets and smiles. That used to be him and Jessica, didn't it?
Jessica caught his distracted gaze and offered him a warm smile, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight.
"Earth to Jamie," she said, her voice playful and teasing. "You're a thousand miles away tonight. Everything okay?"
Jamie forced a smile, trying to shake off the heaviness that had been settling in his chest all week. "Yeah, just work stuff," he lied, reaching for his glass of wine. He took a sip, the rich, full-bodied flavor doing little to ease his tension.
Jessica raised an eyebrow, not buying it. "Work, huh? You've been saying that a lot lately.
I'm starting to think there's more to it than just work." Jessica leaned in, her voice softening as she took a sip of her own wine. "Is there something you want to talk about?"
Jamie hesitated, his thoughts racing. He wanted to tell her, to unburden himself of the secret he'd been carrying for so long. But the words stuck in his throat, choked by fear and uncertainty. He shook his head, offering her a reassuring smile. "No, really. Just work stuff. I promise."
Jessica studied him for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Alright, if you say so. Just know there are consequences for not opening up to those you love..." She paused as the waiter approached their table, topping off their wine glasses. Jamie offered him a polite nod, and once he was gone, Jessica continued. "You know, Jamie, we haven't... you know, in months. I feel like there's this wall between us, and I can't seem to break it down."
Jamie felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He took a swig of wine, hoping the alcohol would loosen his tongue. "Jess, it's not you. I swear. It's just been a tough time at work. I'm...
not feeling like myself lately, you know?" He reached across the table, gently taking her hand in his. "It's nothing you've done.
Jessica looked down at their intertwined hands, her expression softening. "I believe you, Jamie. But something's not right. And I think... I think I might have found a way to help." She paused, her gaze meeting his again. "I called someone. Someone who might be able to... I don't know, break through this wall. I need something proved."
Jamie felt a chill run down his spine. "Who did you call, Jess?"
Before she could answer, a figure approached their table.
Jamie looked up, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the man standing there. The man was tall and well-dressed, his suit tailored to perfection, and his hair slicked back in a style that was both sophisticated and intimidating. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to bore right through Jamie. He had smaller, hoop earrings, and within one glance Jamie knew this man was sexually attracted to him, and that he would have a hard time controlling his bones.
"Unfortunate news for you Jessica. Very fortunate news for me."
The man's voice was smooth, confident, and dripping with an insolence that made Jamie's blood run cold. "You see, I'm exactly the person Jessica has been searching for. I'm the one who can help her break through that wall."
Jamie's heart pounded in his chest as he stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over his wine glass. "What the fuck is this, Jessica? Who is this guy?"
Jessica's expression was stony, her eyes glinting with a determination that Jamie had never seen before. "This is Victor. He's... he's a friend of someone I work with. His job is to take away gay men, and get them out of the streets. I figured we could start having sex if you knew for sure you were straight. I hired him to give a offical test." Jessica's voice was cold, her eyes never leaving Jamie's.
The BDSM Master, Victor, smirked, his eyes raking over Jamie's body with a hunger that made Jamie's skin crawl. "And I'm more than happy to oblige. See you can have your money back Jessica." Victor continued.
"I am going to give the test, but I am already certain this is the last time your 'boyfriend' will be free. I can usually tell by just looking a faggot. And I don't make clients pay if they turn me on."
Victor licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Jamie's body. "And you, my dear, are quite the sight."
Jamie felt a wave of nausea wash over him, but he refused to show any sign of weakness in front of this man. He squared his shoulders, meeting Victor's gaze head-on. "Fuck you, you sick bastard. I'm not some puppet for you to control. And Jessica, what the hell is wrong with you? I thought you loved me."
Jessica's expression softened, and she reached out a hand to Jamie. "I do love you, Jamie. More than anything. However... if you are really gay... You don't need to be in society, because being that way... is disgusting. So prove Victor wrong, for me." Jamie's heart hammered in his chest as he stared at Jessica, unable to believe what she was asking of him. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw the desperation and fear beneath her cold exterior. And in that moment, he knew he couldn't walk away. Not yet.
With a heavy sigh, Jamie turned to face Victor, his expression a mask of defiance. "Alright, fucker. Let's get this over with."
A cruel smile spread across Victor's face, and he leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "Oh, Jamie. I intend to enjoy this immensely.
You'll plead, beg, and eventually scream. And when you do, I'll make sure the whole room hears you. But first, let's start slow."
Victor reached out, his fingertips trailing down Jamie's arm, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. Jamie shivered, fighting the urge to pull away. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as Victor's touch moved lower, tracing the curve of Jamie's hip before settling on the bulge in his pants.
"You're already hard for me, aren't you?" Victor whispered, his voice a low growl.
"Strike one, Jamie." Victor's fingers tightened around Jamie's cock, squeezing through the fabric of his pants. Jamie hissed, his body tensing as he fought the urge to moan. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, despite the hatred and fear boiling in his stomach.
Jessica watched from her seat, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and disgust. She clenched her hands in her lap, her knuckles white as she bit her lip, trying to hide her discomfort.
Victor leaned in closer, his breath hot on Jamie's ear. "Don't hold back, Jamie.
Let me hear you." Victor's voice was a low, sinister purr, his fingers still wrapped around Jamie's aching cock. Jamie gritted his teeth, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction. But the pleasure was overwhelming, and despite his best efforts, a low groan escaped his lips.
Victor chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down Jamie's spine. "That's a start. But I know you can do better than that." His hands would tighten around Jamie's penis.
Jamie would continue to moan, louder and louder, gaining the attention of everyone around them.
Victor would grin, as he would shove his fingers in Jamie's mouth.
"Strike two..."
Jamie's breath hitched as Victor's fingers slipped from his cock to his mouth, forcing his lips apart. The taste of his own arousal filled Jamie's mouth, and he gagged, trying to turn his head away. But Victor's grip was firm, his fingers pressing deep into Jamie's cheeks, holding him in place.
"Suck, Jamie. Show me how good you are at taking cock," Victor growled, his eyes never leaving Jamie's.
He yanked Jamie's zipper down, the sound of it echoing through the now hushed restaurant. Patrons turned to stare, their eyes wide with shock and morbid curiosity. Jamie's cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks flushing a deep red. But she didn't look away, her gaze locked onto Jamie's cock as Victor wrapped his hand around it, squeezing tightly.
Victor's other hand gripped Jamie's hair, forcing his head down.
"C'mon, you fucking faggot. Show me what you're made of." Jamie whimpered, his stomach churning as he opened his mouth, taking Victor's fingers inside. He gagged again, the taste of his own arousal mixed with the smell of Victor's cologne, a heady and nauseating combination.
Victor's grip on Jamie's cock tightened, his thumb swirling around the sensitive head, spreading the precum over the skin. Jamie's hips jerked involuntarily, a moan escaping his lips. Victor chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Jamie's spine.
He would remove his fingers from Jamie's mouth, having them properly drenched in his Saliva.
"Jamie. If you fail this last test, you are mine. Are you ready to fail?"
Victor's voice was a low, taunting whisper, his fingers still wrapped around Jamie's throbbing cock, the scent of sex thick in the air. Jamie's breath hitched, his body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal. He glared at Victor, his eyes burning with defiance.
"Fuck you," Jamie spat, his voice barely above a whisper, but the raw emotion behind the words made them sting like a slap. "I'm not yours. I'm not a fucking toy for you to play with."
Victor chuckled, a dark, menacing sound that sent shivers down Jamie's spine. His hands would pull down Jamie's pants and he would laugh.
"What a rude little fag. Because of that I am going prolong our little test until you call me daddy, and give me a little smootch.
Until then, I'll just keep fucking you, and fucking you, and fucking you. I'll make sure you scream my name until you're hoarse."
Victor's voice was a low, menacing growl, his fingers tightening around Jamie's cock, the sensation bordering on pain. But Jamie could see the hunger in Victor's eyes, the way his pupils had dilated, the way his lips parted as he stared at Jamie's naked body. And despite everything, Jamie felt a stirring in his own stomach, a dark, twisted arousal that he couldn't suppress.
Victor's grip on his cock was firm, almost painful, and he knew that he should be fighting, struggling, doing anything to get away from this monster. But there was a part of him, a dark, shameful part, that reveled in the humiliation, that craved the touch, that wanted more.
Victor's eyes never left Jamie's as he began to stroke his cock, slow and deliberate, his thumb circling the sensitive head with each pass. Jamie bit his lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape, but it was no use. A low, desperate sound slipped through his lips, and he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Daddy..." Jamie would mutter before kissing Victor, shoving his tongue in mouth and fully commiting.
The taste of filth filled his mouth, he wanted to puke, but he kept going, he wanted to end this so bad."
"That's right, my little faggot," Victor purred against Jamie's mouth, his hand moving faster, his grip on Jamie's cock tightening. "You're learning so well. Now we can resume. Go ahead and tighten that asshole."
Victor released Jamie's mouth, his saliva drenched hand bow circling Jamie's ass.
He rubbed the saliva over the crack, coating it with his own spit. Jamie's skin prickled with disgust and arousal, a potent mix that left him feeling unmoored.
"Now, dirty boy, show me what you're made of. Tighten your asshole as hard as you can. If I penetrate, then you fail. If you fail, then I will strip you down and cum inside of you. If that happens, then you will be one of my boys and your life is over."
Victor's voice was a low, menacing growl, his fingers still circling Jamie's asshole, the saliva making it slick and ready. Jamie's breath hitched, his body tensing as he tried to focus on anything but the sensation of Victor's touch. He clenched his asshole as hard as he could, his muscles burning with the effort.
Victor chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down Jamie's spine. "Good boy," he murmured, his fingers still moving, still teasing. "But I think you can do better than that. I want to see you struggle, Jamie.
I want to see you fight it. Make it hard for me, you little shit." Victor's voice was a low, taunting growl, his fingers still circling Jamie's asshole, pushing against the tight muscle, threatening to breach it. Jamie gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought to keep Victor out. His muscles burned, his asshole clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to keep Victor at bay. "That's it, Jamie. Fight me.
Show me how much you don't want this," Victor growled, his fingers still pushing against Jamie's asshole, threatening to breach it. Jamie's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his muscles burning as he fought to keep Victor out.
"Fuck you," Jamie spat, his voice ragged and hoarse. "I won't let you in. I won't fucking lose."
Jamie would look up at Jessica, breathing deeply, and hoping for approval. However the only thing he would see is her face in utter disgust. She would look away, unable to bear the sight of him getting fucked by another man. Jamie would feel his heart sink as he realized that this was not the way he wanted to prove his love to Jessica.
Victor would laugh, a dark and menacing sound that sent shivers down Jamie's spine. He would then call out to Jessica. "A minute until Jamie passes. Do you think you could date him after this though? After everything you've seen."
Victor's voice was a low, mocking taunt, his fingers still pushing against Jamie's asshole, threatening to breach it at any moment. Jamie's body was slick with sweat, his muscles burning from the effort of holding back. He could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep Victor out.
Jessica would cover her mouth.
"No... Jamie... I don't care what happens. If you pass... you are a fucking faggot..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of Jamie's ragged breathing and Victor's low, taunting laughter.
Victor's eyes gleamed with triumph, his fingers pushing harder against Jamie's asshole, threatening to breach it at any moment. "You hear that, Jamie? Your precious Jessica doesn't want you anymore. She knows you're a fucking cock-hungry faggot." Victor's voice was a low, cruel growl, his fingers still pushing, still threatening to breach Jamie's defenses.
Jamie's heart shattered, the pain of Jessica's rejection cutting deeper than any physical wound.
His body went limp, the fight draining out of him as he stared at Jessica, her face a mask of disgust and revulsion. Victor, sensing the shift, pushed harder, his fingers breaching Jamie's asshole, slipping inside with ease.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight, Jamie," Victor groaned, his fingers moving deeper, stretching Jamie's hole. Jamie gasped, the sensation of being filled sending a jolt of pleasure through him, despite the pain and humiliation. He bit back a moan, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of hearing him enjoy it.
Victor chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?
You love having my fingers in your ass," Victor growled, his voice laced with contempt and desire. Jamie gritted his teeth, refusing to respond, but his body betrayed him. His hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensation of Victor's fingers moving inside him. The restaurant was silent, all eyes on them, watching as Jamie was publicly humiliated and used.
Victor's fingers curled, finding that sweet spot inside Jamie that made him gasp, his cock twitching with need. "Oh, you do like it," Victor taunted, his fingers moving faster, fucking Jamie's ass with brutal force. "You're a fucking whore, Jamie."
Jamie would take one last look at Jessica before his eyes would roll back. He would begin uncontrollably moaning, and his ass would begin wrapping around Victor's hand.
"ah... ah.... Ah.... aH......aHhhhhhHg... AHHHHHHH... AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH... OHHHHHH.. DADDY! VICTOR DADDY! YOUR MY DADDY! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH." Jamie's voice echoed through the restaurant, a raw, primal sound that sent a shiver down the spines of those watching. His hips bucked wildly, chasing the sensation of Victor's fingers moving inside him.
Victor's eyes gleamed with triumph, his fingers still moving inside Jamie's ass, stretching him wide. "That's right, you little slut," he growled, his voice laced with contempt and desire. "Take my fingers like a good little fucktoy."
Jamie's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal. Cum would burst from his Penis, as Victor would rip off Jamie's pants.
"DADDY!!! I THINK I AM GOING SHIT. PLEASE DADDY! PLEA-"
Jamie could feel his bowels release and shit come rushing down his intestines towards Victor's fingers. Victor, without delay, would slam Jamie's head into his spaghetti dinner, and would shove his own cock deep into Jamie's rectum.
The force of the impact would cause Jamie's eyes to roll back into his head, and a guttural moan to escape his lips. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and Jamie could feel every ridge and vein of Victor's cock as it stretched him wide.
Victor would grin as he could feel Jamie's body trying to expel his shit, while his Penis would full be blocking anything from exiting Jamie's asshole. Jamie's shit would smother his cock, and Jamie himself would be moaning uncontrollably into his spaghetti.
The smell of shit and sex filled the air, a pungent mix that made Jamie's stomach churn. But despite the humiliation and the disgusting sensation of his own shit coating Victor's cock, Jamie's body responded. His cock twitched, a bead of precum forming at the tip, and he could feel the familiar tingle in his balls that signaled an impending orgasm.
Victor, sensing Jamie's response, began to move his hips, fucking Jamie's ass with long, slow strokes. The sensation of Victor's cock sliding in and out of his shit-covered hole was unlike anything Jamie had ever experienced. It was filthy, depraved, and utterly humiliating, but it also felt incredible.
Jamie could feel every inch of Victor's cock as it slid in and out of his shit-covered ass, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His cock was rock hard, leaking precum onto the table as he moaned and writhed beneath Victor's relentless assault.
Victor's grip on Jamie's hair tightened, forcing his head back as he pounded into him with brutal force. "You fucking love this, don't you, you little shit?" he growled, his voice a low, menacing snarl. "You love having my cock in your ass, don't you?
You're a fucking whore, Jamie. A filthy little cock-hungry slut," Victor growled, his hips slapping against Jamie's ass with each brutal thrust. Jamie could only moan in response, his body completely overwhelmed by the sensation of being used so thoroughly.
Victor's cock was thick and long, stretching Jamie's asshole to its limit. The feeling of being so completely filled was unlike anything Jamie had ever experienced, and despite the humiliation and the degradation, he couldn't help but crave more.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Victor groaned, his fingers digging into Jamie's hips as he pounded into him. Eventually Victor would cum inside Jamie, and Jamie would faint back onto his food.
Jessica would run out of the restaurant crying, and it's other patrons would follow, disgusted by the scene.
Jamie would be left alone with Victor, who would pull out of him, leaving Jamie's asshole gaping and dripping with cum and shit. Jamie would look up at Victor, his eyes filled with tears and humiliation.
"Please... just let me go," Jamie would beg, his voice barely above a whisper.
Victor would laugh, a cold and cruel sound. "Let you go? After what you've shown me tonight? After I've seen just how much you love getting fucked? I don't think so, Jamie. You're mine now. My little fucktoy."
Victor would grab Jamie by the hair and drag him to his feet, ignoring Jamie's cries of pain.
He would push him against the wall, his body pressing against Jamie's as he ground his cock against Jamie's ass.
"You're mine now," Victor growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."
He would spin Jamie around, forcing him to face the wall. Jamie's hands would be placed on the wall above his head, and Victor would shove his cock against Jamie's asshole, already slick with cum and shit.
"Please... not here... not like this..." Jamie would beg. Victor would pull a choker out of his pockets and smirk.
"It is time I tag you."
Victor said, his voice cold and menacing. He pulled out a small, sharp knife from his pocket, the blade glinting menacingly in the dim light. Jamie's eyes widened in fear, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what was about to happen.
"Please, no," Jamie begged, his voice shaking. "Please, don't do this."
Victor just smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You should have thought about that before you decided to be a filthy little faggot, Jamie."
He grabbed Jamie's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his neck.
Jamie whimpered, his body tensing as he felt the cold steel of the knife press against his skin. Victor's breath was hot on his ear as he whispered, "You're mine now, Jamie. My property. And I'm going to mark you as such."
With a swift, brutal motion, Victor dragged the knife across Jamie's neck, carving a deep, jagged line into his flesh. Jamie cried out in pain, his body convulsing as blood poured from the wound, soaking his collar and staining his shirt. Victor laughed, a dark, satisfied sound that sent a shiver of fear and revulsion down Jamie's spine.
Victor would then buckle the choker around Jamie's neck, before lunging his member deep in Jamie's ass.
Jamie would scream in pain as Victor began to pound into him, his hips slapping against Jamie's ass with each brutal thrust. Victor's hands would grip Jamie's hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled Jamie back onto his cock, fucking him with a ferocity that left Jamie gasping for breath.
The choker would begin to shock Jamie. Jamie's penis would begin to shrink, and Victor's penis would enlarge inside of him.
The sensation would be overwhelming for Jamie as he would feel like he was being split in half. He would cry out in pain and pleasure as Victor would continue to pound into him.
Victor would then pull out of Jamie's ass and push him down onto the floor. He would then grab Jamie's legs and pull them up onto his shoulders. Jamie would feel his asshole stretching even more as Victor would begin to fuck him again.
Victor would then reach down and grab Jamie's cock, stroking it slowly as he continued to pound into him. Jamie would moan and writhe beneath Victor, his body on fire with pleasure and pain.
Victor would slap Jamie's ass and proclaim.
"One cost of being owned by us masters, is we take your dick size as payment."
Victor growled, his hand still stroking Jamie's cock, which was now only half its original size. Jamie's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. He tried to struggle, to push Victor away, but the choker around his neck shocked him again, sending a jolt of pain through his body and rendering him helpless.
Victor chuckled darkly, enjoying Jamie's futile struggle. "That's right, little faggot. I own you, and you have to pay for it. As soon as that collar did it's job, you will never be able to impregnate a woman again." Victor sneered as he continued to stroke Jamie's cock.
Jamie's eyes widened in horror as he realized the implications of what Victor was saying. His cock was shrinking even more, the sensation of it being stroked sending waves of pleasure and pain through his body. He could feel the tears streaming down his face as he begged Victor to stop.
"Please... no... I can't... I can't live like this..." Jamie sobbed, his body convulsing as the choker shocked him again.
Victor just laughed, a cold and cruel sound that sent a shiver of fear down Jamie's spine. "You're not going to live like this, you little shit. You're going to die like this.
You're going to die with my cock buried deep inside your ass, and you're going to love every fucking second of it."
Victor's voice was a low, menacing growl, his fingers still stroking Jamie's shrinking cock. Jamie whimpered, his body convulsing as the choker shocked him again, sending another wave of pain and pleasure through him. He could feel his cock shrinking even more, the sensation of it being stroked sending waves of pleasure and pain through his body.
Victor's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of Jamie's ass with brutal force.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with the wet, squelching sound of Victor's cock moving in and out of Jamie's shit-covered hole. Jamie could feel every ridge and vein of Victor's cock as it stretched him wide, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through his body. "I can feel your asshole gripping my cock like a fucking vice. You love this, don't you, you little slut?" Victor taunted, his fingers moving in sync with his cock, pulling out and pushing back in with force. "You love the feeling of my cock tearing you apart, don't you?"
Jamie could barely breathe, his body wracked with pain and pleasure. His moans and cries echoed through the abandoned restaurant, his voice hoarse from screaming. The taste of his own blood and tears filled his mouth, and he could feel them dripping down his chin onto the floor.
Victor grinned down at him, his eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "You're a mess, Jamie. Look at you, all broken and bleeding.