1. Enslaving Robert


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

    fight the effects of it. Okay, the chances of that were pretty slim considering my alcoholic grandfather was twice my size and the d**g had him drooling all over himself. I leaned over, reached through the bars and grabbed the cup. It was one of those plastic cups you get from fast food joints and I was easily able to pull it through the bars. I brought it to my lips and took a few big swallows. While it was pretty watered down, I could still make out the chalky and alcoholic flavor in the background. &#034All of it,&#034 he said when I went to put the drink down. I felt like protesting. The cup easily held twice what Bob had d***k. I had not done enough tests to know what an overdose of the d**g might do. Considering the stuff I knew was in it, at the very least I would probably end up addicted to the shit if he made me drink this much every day. Less than 15 minutes passed before I started feeling the affects. I would be lying if I said I disliked the euphoric feeling it gave me. But that was my main concern. After a night of this I knew I would be willingly drinking the crap from now on. My guess is that he planned to get me hooked on the shit then deny it to me unless I gave mom's location to him. He tried asking me again while I was d**gged up but I'm certain he knew already that it would do no good. The d**g didn't work like a truth serum; all it did was fog up your mind. It was pretty odd how it worked. If you asked a slave a question the fog would clear just enough ...
    for them to answer, but it also cleared just enough for them to make sure the answer was one they wished to give. In other words, they were perfectly capable of lying... just like I currently was. I had planned to fabricate something in order to help ensure he would have to turn me into the cops in order to get his s****r back. However, when he asked me about mom I just couldn't remember what I had planned to say. I could just barely remember I even had a plan. Instead, I just told him that I refused to say where she was. While I'd seen the d**g used on others, I had never experienced it for myself until now. It was a very odd feeling; especially when it came to tracking time. I seemed to be aware of almost every second that passed, yet at the same time it seemed to just fly by. I'm guessing that it must have been because my brain wasn't really processing anything other than the few times he came back into the basement to ask about mom. This went on for at least 7 days. It was hard to tell for sure though since he stopped asking about mom on the second day. After that, all the time seemed to just scrunch together. I remembered the food and drink bowls being placed in and removed at least 14 times. Assuming we were fed twice a day that would mean a week. Though, if he was only feeding us once a day then we are talking two weeks... that's how out of it we were. He also started taking us out of the cage to use the bathroom. These little trips were very frustrating. As I would ...
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