Summer Camp Dominant Twink Master
All characters are age 18 or older and consent to any actions taken, this story includes forced sex, bondage, and a stun gun if that bothers you, please stop reading here. This was originally a short story written for a writing contest (which it won) that had a 600-word limit, it has been extended for publication here.
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After the summer camp closed down, I was surprised only a few months later to get an invitation to come to a staff reunion in the heart of winter. In the summer this had been a place of sun, shorts, and shirtless boys but now it was empty, and snow covered as I entered the abandoned lodge. Rubbing my hands over the already lit fire I was contemplating why there was only one other car here when I heard someone behind me. Excited to see the old crew I turned and felt the taser hit me.
Standing over me was Shawn, the lean, hard, eighteen-year-old Counselor in Training that worked the camp's final season and that we all secretly lusted over. Shawn had smooth tan skin, sharp Native American features, and long straight black hair that would lay on his shoulders wet after a swim in the camp lake earning him looks from staff and campers alike. He was the kind of confident attractive person that could simply muse out loud "A glass of lemonade would be nice rite now" and five people would race to be the first one to put it in his hand.
But now Shawn's hair was pulled tight into a braided ponytail, he was shirtless wearing skintight leather pants, his combat boot pressed on my neck as I lay there stunned. I could smell the leather of his boot, his rich musky body odor, and I could see the beads of sweat rolling down his flat marble-like torso from being so close to the fire. "Oh, how I dreamt of having you just like this Aaron." He said as he rolled my stunned body over cuffing my wrists behind me and locking a collar on my neck.
"You missed all my signals, all my subtle hints. When the camp closed, I feared I may never see you again, so I decided to take a more direct approach." Muscle control slowly coming back I was pulled up on my knees as he unlaced his leather pants pulling out his long erect cock and shoving it into my mouth as he continued to talk in a commanding but soft voice. "Don't worry no one will see us the camp is abandoned, the reunion was just a ruse to get you here," he said while holding my head firmly and thrusting his hips back and forth fucking my mouth.
"I always knew you were a submissive fag Aaron, and now that I have you alone, I can treat you like the bottom bitch you know you are." His thrusts got faster as my arms pulled on the cuffs and I gazed at his smooth perfect V shaped abs flexing with each thrust. No sooner had I tasted the flood of his twink cum shooting down my throat then he put a gag on me and punched me in the abs dropping me back to the floor still tasting his tangy cum locked in my mouth.
His knife cut my clothing into rags leaving me naked so he could lock the chastity cage over my cock. Grabbing me by the collar and yanking me up he dragged me roughly into the back room where I could see the modified cot he had placed there in preparation for my arrival. "Over these next months you will experience things you never thought possible boy," he growled as he strapped me face down on the steel cot. As I lay on the cot gagged and bound waiting for the twink to fuck me I smiled, glad I had come to the reunion.
I didn't have to wait long, looking up from my helpless position, the tangy taste of his cum still fresh in my gagged mouth I watched as his briefly soft cock grew hard again. It stood straight out like a lone redwood tree standing on field of smooth flawless tan skin. He moved behind me out of site and I could feel the warm throbbing shaft laying in the crack of my ass as he slid it back and forth spreading his precum on me. "You want me to fuck you don't you bottom bitch? You ache to be my sex slave admit it to me and to yourself."
My cock was straining in the cage he had locked onto it. The base ring of the chastity cage was pulling on my balls as my cock tried to grow. I could not deny this had always been my fantasy, I didn't care anymore about finding a new job or a place to live, I only wanted to submit to Shawn and be his. I nodded clearly and carefully to his question making sure he knew I agreed with him, I was ready to be his.
Shawn didn't answer with words instead he lined the wet throbbing cock up with the ring of my ass and pushed it in claiming me as his. Tears of happiness ran down my face and along the edges of the gag as he started to thrust his hips sinking deeper into me with each push. Experimentally I pulled on the bondage straps, but he had been thorough, and I groaned with pleasure at being truly and totally helpless as he picked up the pace of his ramming.
Unlike the mouth fucking earlier he took his time in my ass his thrusts were strong and rhythmic. Both our bodies were coated in a thick layer of salty sweat from the hot fire in the fireplace and inner heat of our bodies. I could feel his smooth slick twink skin sliding along my flesh as he controlled and used my body for his own superior carnal desires. I didn't want the moment to end but eventually I could feel him tense up. His back arched and with a final groan I felt the flood of his warm cum fill my ass as I spurted in my cage spreading my own cum onto the cot below me.
Shawn left me like that, bound and sticky as he showered and dressed. A few hours later I was allowed up, but the collar, cuffs and cage became permanent fixtures on me over the next month as I learned to worship and obey my new Master in the abandoned camp, we had both once worked at.
After the revelation of Shawn's dominant side, I began to explore the world of gay BDSM, discovering my desire to be a male submissive. I found solace in the Twinkdom online community, where I learned about the role of the dominant twink Master, like Summer Camp's Shawn. This desire led me to seek out such masters, my chastity becoming a testament to my submission.
During a convention, I met a self-proclaimed Dominant Twink Master, who was intrigued by my submissive nature. He explained the concept of slavery within BDSM, reminding me that all parties must consent to such activities. I agreed willingly, knowing it was a part of my desire.
Our bond grew strong, and the dominance dynamics were prevalent in every aspect of our relationship. I was often left in a state of constant arousal, my twink dominant Master controlling my chastity cage. Each moment under his command was a testament to my submission, a cycle of frustration and pleasure that I yearned for.
At times, I would be instructed to wear revealing clothes, highlighting my status as his sex slave. I enjoyed these instances, the sensation of his dominant gaze bringing me to life. The interplay between our roles as Master and submissive became an integral part of our connection, fostering a deep sense of fulfillment.
As I grew accustomed to my submissive role, I realized that I had found a sanctuary in my submission. I was no longer just a twink in the eyes of the world; I was a cherished bottom bitch, a revered sex slave who was loved, cherished, and controlled with utmost care by my dominant twink Master.