An End to Life and Servitude

Cinnamon had long accepted his position as a sex slave and fucktoy for his Master, the man who took him home and didn’t let him leave. At first Cinnamon was terrified, as anyone in his position would be. What he thought was a one night stand ended with him shackled to the wall in Master’s basement and left there. Of course, he was shackled to a wall in the basement in a very comfortable manner, on a very soft plush bed, but he was unable to leave. In fact, his Master never let him leave again.

While Cinnamon had a hard time initially accepting his new life and purpose, Master was patient with him and eventually fucked him enough to break him. Cinnamon realized that he would have the most comfortable life within his circumstances if he simply complied. After some time, Cinnamon even grew to enjoy having his body used for his Master's pleasure. Eventually, he grew to feel a deep sense of love and obligation for his Master, and embraced his purpose of providing sexual pleasure.

One day, Cinnamon was napping in the basement, waiting for the next time Master decided to use his body. He thought about the life he had before and the hardship and fear he had endured on a daily basis. While he never would have wished for this fate before, he found himself grateful for the relative stability of his new life, and how uncomplicated things had finally become. It was almost freeing to let go of his previous life, despite his small ache and desire to be treated like a person again, not only a fucktoy. However, he saw no use in indulging these feelings. Cinnamon knew that he could never escape Master.

Cinnamon perked up as he heard the door opening, knowing that he was going to be used, and excited for the human contact after isolation for what felt like an eternity. Master sat down on the bed and gently took the hand of the weakened Cinnamon.

“You have served me well all of this time,” Master said to Cinnamon. “I have been impressed by the way you’ve taken to your new purpose. You have been a good slave for me. I am pleased with the way you have submitted to me.”

“Thank you, Master. I am happy to be of use to you,” Cinnamon responded excitedly.

“I love you, little Cinnamon,” Master said tenderly. It was the first time He had told Cinnamon that. “I need you to serve me in one last way.”

“I love you too, Master! Anything. I will do anything to serve you, Master,” Cinnamon responded. Hungrily, desperately, lovingly.

“Good slave. That’s what I like to hear because this is a big ask. I want you to give your life to me, even further. I want you to let me kill you while I fuck you. And then, you will truly be mine, for eternity. I want to claim your very life as my property. And then, you will live on in my memories and fantasies. I will thank you every time I masterbate to the memory of your death. You could do me no greater service.”

While Cinnamon was of course terrified, he also found himself becoming aroused at the thought of dying for Master and serving Him in the most ultimate, final way. He realized that he truly did want to allow Master to kill him and claim his life as His own. “I would be honored to die for you,” Cinnamon found himself saying.

Master smiled sinisterly and sweetly and moved closer to Cinnamon on the bed. “Good slave,” He said as He took Cinnamon’s face in His hands, kissed him on the lips, and spit in his face. Then, Master took Cinnamon by the shoulders, pinned his trembling body down on the bed, and shoved His fingers into Cinnamon’s wet pussy, already ready and waiting for Master to use. “It is only fair for me to make you cum before I kill you,” He explained as he started massaging Cinnamon’s clit, making his body spasm with pleasure and arousal.

“Thank you Master,” Cinnamon managed to moan out through the pleasurable feelings of the clitoral stimulation he was receiving. His hands gripped at the pink silk sheets as pleasure coursed through his body until eventually he reached orgasm. Cinnamon cried out as the beautiful pangs of pleasure wracked his body, causing him to spasm uncontrollably from the sensations.

When Cinnamon finally made it through the intense orgasm given to him, he laid back on the soft bed and tried to regain his composure before the continuing events. Cinnamon tried to briefly close his eyes, but felt his legs being spread again and Master’s large, familiar cock quickly and roughly penetrating his pussy, pounding into him.

Then, he felt Master’s hands close around his throat. Cinnamon then realized that this was how Master intended to kill him, and tried to relax into the pressure of Master’s fingers applying progressively more force on the sides of his throat, slowing the blood to his brain and making his head foggy and floaty in a way Cinnamon had come to love, but that he never expected to be applied fatally. As Master pounded His cock into Cinnamon’s pussy, Cinnamon fell slowly out of consciousness, as the supply of oxygen to his brain slowed to an unsustainable level.

Once Master noticed Cinnamon’s loss of consciousness, he began squeezing harder before eventually snapping Cinnamon’s neck, ending his life definitively. Suddenly, He was no longer fucking Cinnamon, but Cinnamon’s lifeless corpse, whose pussy remained just as wet and fuckable as before Cinnamon was killed. Master pounded into the body, using it as much as He needed. He had finally claimed Cinnamon in every way possible, down to ending his life entirely, and He relished the power this signified.

Eventually, Master was overtaken by the pleasure of using Cinnamon’s corpse and came in his lifeless pussy, filling it with the cum of the man whom he had given his life to. Master smiled and thought to Himself that Cinnamon would probably be so pleased to know how much joy he had brought his Master. He decided to take a snack break and resolved to use Cinnamon one last time before disposing of his corpse. “Thank you for your sacrifice, Cinnamon,” Master said before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips and heading back upstairs, leaving the basement door unlocked for the first time since capturing him.