1. Enslaving Robert


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

    were very far from being lucid but it seemed to require a lot less stimuli to bring us out of the fog. As Jay brought in our breakfast I couldn't help but think about the night prior. I remember thinking last night how lucky I was that Jay seemed to be more concerned about punishing his father than getting even with me. He knew I was the one that arranged the pairing of the two. Jay was a slave by nature and Bob, while inexperienced, was a master. All I did was play the role of a dating service and brought the two together. Just because it didn't work out well between the two is hardly reason to blame me. All of that in mind, I still knew I would not be getting off the hook. I still had information he needed and Uncle Jay planned to train me to the point where I would willingly release that information. In all the scenarios I had run over the months, I had run several that involved me being trained like this. However, in none of them had I planned to be d**gged. I always assumed it would be Grandpa or Vee that tried to train me. Even if they found out about the d**g I knew those two would never use it on me. Having me d**gged out and obedient all the time would have taken all the fun out of it for them. When Jay pushed the dog bowls into our cage, Bob and I both scurried over to them. We both went for the water bowl first of course. It was a very odd feeling each time we were fed like this. I still didn't want to be d**gged but at the same time I couldn't help but crave ...
    drinking more of it. I knew the shit was addictive, but I doubted it was this addictive. I think it was more our need to escape from our confinement than it was an addiction thing. Physical escape did not seem possible so we craved to free our minds instead. It wasn't until I reached the water bowl and reached out to scoop some of it up that I realized my hands were confined. I think the actual name is &#034fist mitts&#034 but I just called them &#034mittens&#034. I had a small pair of these I used on Linda sometimes but the ones I was wearing belonged to Bob. Well, I guess they belonged to Jay now. They were made of black leather and fit over the hands similar to regular gloves, only these had no finger slots. The space inside the gloves was small as well which meant your hands were f***ed into a permanent fist as long as you had them on. There was a small padlock on each wrist strap that ensured they stayed on until the master decided otherwise. For the life of me I could not remember Jay putting these on me last night. Bob was wearing a similar pair and seemed to be as shocked as I was. Mine were all scuffed and scratched up so I was pretty certain these had been the ones used frequently on Jay. The ones Bob wore looked brand new. I tried to think which adult stores in the area might sell such a thing... not that such information would really do me any good. I guess it just gave my mind something to focus on to help keep me in the moment. I hadn't been in any of the local adult ...
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