Marcus Training - Complete Storie

Marcus Training

Once I became Master Marcus's boy slave I no longer had any choices.

There is no going back.

When I realized I was inside a special room reserved for fetish courtiers from his harem.

Marcus said that I would serve other masters by selling my services to him.

I couldn't go back once my neck was locked by a rigid collar and my dick was inside a metal cocoon.

I was naked in the room that I couldn't leave without permission. Heel was chained to the foot of the bed connected by a steel cable that did not allow him to get within a meter of the main door.

From that door came Mr Marcus, smiling and sadistic.

He has his leather jacket on and his legs are squeezed by latex leggings.

His groin highlighted its volume of pure lust. That showed his intention.

Marcus had already raped me before and when it happened he started to possess me. His presence became a pressure that I had to deliver and his voice would be an order.

This order placed me in a bondage room.

He came with a smile and caressed me. He put his hand on my face and then his fingers in my mouth and I started sucking instinctively.

So I also started touching his volume over his tight pants.

- Damn it. How delicious. - I think. - For a week now I've been treated like a stray with a collar and a locked dick. I don't even know what to wear anymore.

By the look of the master under the locks of his hair falling over his face and sadistic smile, he says what he wants.

I also want.

Mine are feeling his enormous erect volume.

He took a leash and hooked it to my collar and started pulling lightly.

I don't know... but I think Marcus has a special power. Just his presence, his look, his smile and his voice control my body.

I opened the zipper of his latex pants and his dick jumped out.

He is terribly jealous of his master and of any other man. Because since the day I became a slave I was conditioned to have my cock locked in a sophisticated chastity device.

My cock squeezed against the tight walls of metal that imprisoned it.

He pointed at my face asking to enter my mouth. Around him there is a jewel, a special ring with greenish stones.

The master is always wearing this sadistic ring, it seems to make his dick even bigger.

After a few seconds I started to swallow that pole.

He invaded my mouth and throat.

Marcus began to force his hips towards my mouth at the same time as he pulled and released the leash that was attached to my collar.

One of his hands went behind my head to match the movement of fucking my mouth.

The vision I had of the master, his cock inside my throat, was a delight and a strange energy dominating me and telling me in my ears that it was all I wanted in life, I began to suck him with strength and desire to the limit combined with sudden fucking movements.

Keep my master's cock in my mouth forever.

I saw the master cum, when I felt him dilate his veins inside my mouth and before releasing his seed he took out his dick and came in my face and spread it.

- From today, slave. Your addiction will be to like giving blowjobs. It will be his pleasure forever. - he said.

His voice entered my bowels and vibrated my blood. It was all strange and a feeling of comfort came over me and a desire to want to do it again.

Marcus wiped his dick on my face before putting it inside his latex pants.

It was still erect.

- You told me that you don't feel very comfortable being without clothes for so long. Is not it. - said Marcus.

- Yes… yes sir. - I answer.

- Well… I bought you a present. - Marcus said as he threw me a package.

When I unwrapped it, I rolled out a type of leggings made of red latex.

Marcus helped me put it on and it fit really tight on me. Then I applied silicone oil to give it shine and I felt like a full-scale pervert.

- It looks great on you. Look at your ass, it's even bigger. Your thighs… they look sensational.

The color red is to show that you will be a pervert forever. Who loves to suck a man and who loves to give his ass too. And that your dick will always be locked up to remind you that your masculine dignity belongs to me and so does your body.

The master allowed me to wash and perfume myself.

My heel was handcuffed to the foot of the bed again reminding me that it was supposed to be there.

- you will serve four friends of mine who are gentlemen doms. Make them happy.

- yes sir.

- good boy. Now go to the showcase and start dancing for the village visitors. He used to smile. You are ready and very well trained.

Master Marcus left through the only door in the room, leaving me alone.

My dick started to hurt for a moment because I hadn't been able to cum for days and that was bothering me.

After a few seconds of thinking I went to the window, through it I could see some men in suits and ties looking at me with the most naughty and perverted faces in the world.

There I now became an object.