1. Enslaving Robert


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

    better now than before. While it had been constantly uncomfortable, the belt's long, thick plug had significantly improved my ability to take both Bob and Jay's dick up my ass. Not only were they now able to get their entire dick up me but it didn't even hurt that much anymore. Bob used my asshole several times a day so I still got sore but seldom got any serious cuts inside me like I had the day he took my cherry. To make things worse, Jay started giving Bob dildos. Bob would use these on me whenever his dick wasn't hard. Actually, it was normally him making me use them on myself. Sometimes he would grab the current dildo and use it on me as a sort of foreplay. However, usually if it had a suction cup on the bottom of it he would stick it to the floor and just make me ride it. Not all of the toys Jay provided actually fell in the &#034dildo&#034 category. Some were vibrators and others a mix of both dildo and vibrator. While nothing seemed to bother me a lot anymore, I would have to say the vibrators were the worst. I hated them the most because they actually gave me pleasure. I know that might not make sense to you but I felt so humiliated and helpless whenever I was made to ride one of these and my dick would get hard and often climax on it's own. It was especially horrible when this would happen while I was riding the vibrators and using my mouth on my grandfather. You don't know true humiliation until you paint the floor with your cum while rimming your grandfather's ...
    asshole. To make things even worse, I noticed a gradual decline in the effects of the enema d**g. At first I thought I was building immunity to it. However, after a week of the steady decline I realized that the effects were so low that Jay must have been cutting back my dosage. The effects were so minor now that it was entirely possible that they were just my imagination and that he wasn't using it at all now. A few weeks back, a reduction in the d**g would have been a cause for celebration since it would significantly improve my chances of escape. However, I had reached the point where escape didn't really enter my mind anymore. It was as though the cage was and had always been my life. My mind focused just on getting through my daily chores of taking care of Bob and Jay. Those chores often even included David and Joey who would stick their dicks through the bars of our cage when ordered by Bob to do so. So, instead of making me happy, all the removal of the d**g seemed to do was make life in the cage harder. Time went by at a snails pace and there was never any d**g induced escape from my life in hell. 7. Life went on in the cage one painful day after another until one day something significant happened. I had given up all bother of trying to track the days anymore. Knowing how long I had been caged just didn't seem to matter that much anymore. If I had to guess though, I would say it was about the 4th or 5th month when life in the cage took a drastic turn. The day started ...
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