Becoming the real me

Thomas sat in the passenger seat as Jeffery drove along the country lanes before turning into a driveway with large electric gates. “It affords me the privacy I require,” Jeffery said as the gates swung open.  The house wasn’t a mansion, but at the same time it wasn’t small. “Eight bedrooms, an acre of ground, an indoor swimming pool and, of course, a dungeon.” 

Thomas was in awe as Jeffery went on, “You will strip at the doorway; you will not wear clothing in the house apart from shoes…and you will wear this.” Thomas quickly removed his clothes, then looked at Jeffery, who held out a simple leather dog collar. “It is a collar of consideration, so we will see how you get on; it may become permanent, but that decision will come later. Now what questions do you have? I do not want a mute sub.” 

“It is a lot to take in, Master,” Thomas said quietly after he disrobed. “What will my duties be?” 

Jeffery roared with laughter, “You aren’t here as a slave; once you walk out of those gates, you are free until you return. When you are here, you comply with my rules and do as I say. Now let me show you the dungeon.” 

Thomas followed Jeffery into the house and to a large wooden door that was set under the stairs. Unlocking with a large iron key, they descended the stairs, lights coming on automatically triggered by movement.  

Rian had immediately gone to his basket as Thomas took in the room. There was a small stage in one corner with a bench on it that had cuffs attached to restrain someone who was bent over it. On one wall was a wide range of whips and paddles, and there was a range of padded chairs for an audience to watch the stage. There was a bar in one corner that was well stocked with fine spirits and also a selection of dildos and lubricants. In various places around the room, there was a variety of bondage furniture, one shaped like a St Andrews cross, another like a set of medieval stocks. Hanging from the ceiling was a sling, secured by substantial chains that looked more than capable of taking his weight.  

“This is my playroom,” Jeffery said as he disrobed, carefully folding his clothes and placing them on one of the chairs. “As you can see, Rian has his place down here,” indicating the dog sleeping in a basket. “But now we see how well you fuck.” 

Thomas knelt before Jeffery and studied his cock at close distance. His balls were heavy and hung down, almost arrogantly. He had seen longer cocks before, but not many this thick and meaty. Jeffery was cut, making the head seem to almost shine in the lights of the dungeon as it started to rise of its own volition towards his mouth. As he started to suck, he noticed that Rian had cocked his head and was watching with interest.  

“Not yet Rian,” Jeffery laughed, “Your turn will come.” 

As Thomas moved his head back and forth, his mind was spinning. Did Jeffery mean that the dog was going to fuck him as well? He knew he should be horrified at the thought but found himself getting excited with the possibility. 

“Get on the bench,” Jeffery ordered, his cock now fully engorged. 

Thomas complied and draped himself over the bench, which was similar in shape to the vaulting horses that are used in gymnastics. Instead of the solid sides, there was a ledge where there were cuffs for his ankles and wrists. He remained silent as Jeffery deftly fastened them, locking him to the bench. Thomas felt the cold sting of gel being applied to his ass and then Jeffery’s fingers invading him, twisting inside as he made sure he was fully lubricated. 

Once Jeffery was satisfied with his work, he placed his cock at Thomas’s entrance and teased gently, just easing his cock back and forward. For a moment, Thomas thought he was being gentle, but then he felt Jeffery’s strong hands grip his hips as he thrust hard. Thomas let out a loud scream as Jeffery’s thick cock drove into him, and Jeffery laughed, “Scream away; no one will hear you down here; it’s soundproofed.” 

Thomas’s scream was more in shock than anything else, and as Jeffery started to fuck him, he relaxed and started to enjoy it. Jeffery was clearly skilled at fucking as he varied his thrusts and angle, opening Thomas’s ass until he could pull fully out and then back in with ease. 

“You will thank me later,” Jeffery laughed as he increased his pace, punctuating his thrusts with slaps on Thomas’s buttocks. “Time to lube you up,” Jeffery said with a loud groan and pumped his seed deep into Thomas’s bowels.    

Jeffery withdrew, and Thomas expected to be released now he had been fucked, but instead Jeffery walked over to the bar and got himself a bottle of water. Walking back, he took long swigs before standing in front of Thomas, his cock still dripping.  

Thomas felt Jeffery press a finger into his ass and gasped when Jeffery said, “That’s three fingers in your ass with ease.” There was a slight pause before Jeffery said, “Now four.” 

Thomas couldn’t believe it. He had been fingered and fucked before but never more than a couple of fingers. Now, Jeffery had four fingers in his ass and was twisting them around, making him squirm on the bench. 

“What do you say boy?” 

“Yes Master…it feels good master…thank you master,” Thomas groaned. 

“Tell me what you want.” 

Thomas took a deep breath, “Please fist my slutty ass Master.” 

Jeffery laughed as he folded his thumb against his palm and pushed his hand into Thomas’s ass. As he slowly formed it into a fist, he could hear Thomas mewing like a kitten as he slowly started to pump. When he withdrew his hand, Thomas’s hair was matted to his head with sweat, and his breath was coming in short pants. Jeffery leant forward and pressed a switch on the bench, which triggered a mechanism that lowered the bench towards the ground  

“That should put you at the perfect height,” Jeffery muttered, half to himself. He whistled softly and patted Thomas’s ass, “Here boy.” 

It dawned on Thomas that Rian was really going to fuck him. He wanted to scream in protest at the thought, but he remained silent, his heart beating as he felt the dog’s cold, wet nose sniffing at his open ass. This was why he came here, to be used as a slut and the reality of it was now dawning on him. 

“I swear Rian must be gay,” Jeffery laughed, “He seems to like fucking ass more than I do.” 

Thomas felt Rian rise and place his weight on his back, his soft belly fur rubbing on his flesh as the dog started to hump and thrust. Jeffery had sat in a chair, watching proceedings with interest as Rian tried to enter Thomas. 

“I do love watching the face of a slut when Rian enters them for the first time. That is why I always record it.” Jeffery said, pointing with his hand. 

Thomas followed the direction of the finger, seeing the blinking red light of a camera just as Rian found what he sought and thrust hard.  

Thomas was open from Jeffery’s fucking, which, when combined with the cum lubricating his ass, allowed Rian to force half his cock in. Gripping his hips with his front paws, Rian started to fuck Thomas at high speed, its tail flicking from side to side as he drove in and out. 

Thomas had never been fucked like it. The sheer speed and ferocity took his breath away as the dog owned him body and soul. As his teeth rattled from the savage pounding, he knew in his heart this was what he craved, to be possessed totally. 

“Seems like you are enjoying it,” Jeffery laughed, not really expecting a reply. He had seen more than one bottom being bred and knew from the look of Thomas’s face here was another convert. “The best bit is yet to come.” 

Jeffery’s words were not really registering with Thomas as he was getting the fucking of a lifetime, apart from the fact his Master said it was going to get better. He was trying to work out how when the most blinding pain hit him. Even more than when Jeffery had put his hand in his ass.  He felt like his asshole would tear as the dog knotted him, and when the knot started to swell, Thomas thought he would burst. Almost as quickly as the pain came, it turned into pleasure as the knot started to pulse and throb against his prostate, sending hot jets of cum deep into his bowels. Thomas couldn’t stop the squirts that came from his cock as he orgasmed from the cock spurting in him. 

“Are you his bitch now?” Jeffery asked as he lifted Thomas’s head by his hair. 

“Yes master,” Thomas groaned as yet another jet of seed spurted inside. 

“Then you will learn to live as his bitch,” Jeffery said as he untied Thomas. “Go home and collect what you need to stay here for a week. We will see how it goes and then discuss making it more permanent.” 

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