1. Enslaving Robert


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    stomach then who knows what would have come out of my mouth if I threw up. God, I think I would have lost my mind had I thrown up my own shit. I kept telling myself that it wasn't possible for the liquid to make its way back into my stomach. I actually remembered reading something about it but for the life of me I couldn't remember if what I was telling myself was true or not. For my own sanity, however, I tried hard to convince myself. A loud clank suddenly grabbed my attention. I jerked but held my position. The noise had come from my right and slightly behind me. A second later there was a scr****g noise as the object was pushed across the floor and toward my head. I figured out what it was from the smell before it came into sight. It was my dog bowl. &#034You can use the toilet once you finish your dinner,&#034 Jay growled. The smell, combined with the thought of eating it, almost made me throw up. I raised my head just high enough that he could push the bowl under my head. The smell got much stronger so I rose up even further. &#034Get your fucking face back down there!&#034 Uncle Jay's command was followed by a loud thunder as he brought a belt down hard on my ass. I let out a yelp and convulsed for several seconds. The convulsions were part from the pain but mostly from my efforts to keep from releasing the enema. I had no idea what Jay would do if I shit all over the bathroom floor but I knew what I would do to a slave that did that and it wouldn't be pretty. I had ...
    barely gotten my guts under control when another slap of thunder echoed off the bathroom walls. This time while I was convulsing I had just enough awareness to bring my face back down to the bowl. I kept my mouth over an inch above it though. &#034I'll stop when the bowl is empty,&#034 Jay said as he rained down another blow with the belt. I wanted to try to negotiate with him. I wanted to tell him I would gladly eat it if he would stop hitting me with the belt and let me release the enema first. Without the cramps or the pain from the belt I knew my mind would move into the fog. Once that happened I probably wouldn't even remember eating the dog food let alone what it tasted like. I didn't bother though. I knew he wouldn't agree and no matter how I asked it would sound like begging. &#034Please,&#034 I groaned as yet another flash of pain shot through my body from the belt. I chastised myself for saying it. I didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing me beg. It just somehow came out on its own. I started to cry even harder as I realized the belt was too powerful for me to fight. Two more swings with the belt and I was chanting, &#034Please stop&#034 like the belt was some kind of God that would actually listen to my prayers. It didn't listen of course and just kept releasing its wrath onto my ass cheeks. Even before I realized I had given up resistance, I felt my first swallow of the dog food make its way to my stomach. The taste was not good, but it also wasn't as bad ...
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