1. Enslaving Robert


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

    confirmed the existence of the hidden camera but gave me some hope s*s might assist in our escape. From the sounds of their argument, Jay had his hands full trying to wane Linda off dick. I couldn't make it all out through the floor but apparently David and Joey had been brought downstairs because s*s was caught sneaking into their room a couple times. On top of that she was caught once sneaking out at night. If Jay actually managed to keep her high and dry for too long she probably would help me escape just so I would dick her again. As the days went on, however, what little hope I had of her help quickly diminished. In fact, hope for escape period soon vanished. Oh, I kept telling myself that escape was still a real possibility, but deep down I knew I was just k**ding myself. Last year I asked my mom for help on learning how to type. She must have researched it on the internet or something because every day after dinner she always had a 20 to 30 minute training session for me to complete. It only took me a couple weeks to get to the point where I could type without looking at the keys. However, I never seemed to be able to break the 20 words per minute mark. Day after day and week after week I hovered around 20 wpm. Then, almost overnight a switch somewhere in my head got flipped on and I shot up from 20 wpm to 45 wpm. I then gradually increased from there until I was around the 70 wpm mark. Anyway, that seemed to be the exact same way my slave training progressed. For ...
    the longest time I hovered around that &#03420 wpm&#034 mark in my slave training. In that, I mean I did what I was told without being whipped all the time. However, sucking the dicks, licking the assholes, eating the cum, drinking the piss, etc., still disgusted and angered me. Then one day, just like with my typing, a switch inside me just flipped on. It happened about 2 weeks after Linda's visit to the basement. I can only guess it happened because my last hope of escape had finally disappeared. Whatever had caused it, I now found that I was no longer disgusted by all the things they made me do. Or at least the level of disgust was significantly lower... to the point they seemed just like everyday chores and not really punishments or anything like that. It wasn't that I enjoyed doing them now or anything like that; I just didn't care as much anymore. It was a lot like going to school, it wasn't necessarily something you enjoyed doing, it was just something you had to do and something you knew you couldn't really get out of doing. Every day, though, Jay would ask me where Karen was being held and every day I would withhold the information. The only difference now, however, was that I wasn't really sure why I was withholding the information. A part of me just knew I had too despite the fact that every time I refused to answer, life in the cage got even worse. I only got to wear the chastity belt for a week before Jay removed it. My asshole still hurt a little but it was much ...
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