Make Him Mine

I had a really shitty week. Wanting to blow off steam, I remember a cool looking bar that had recently opened just out of town. I should check it out, I think to myself as I remove my shirt and tie.

Walking into the bar I spot some guys, wearing leather,  hanging out in the corner. I head to the bar, I take a seat and ask for a beer. I feel people watching me. Checking out the fellow patrons more closely, I realize this is a gay bar.

This is not my scene. I decide to just finish up and leave, not wanting to associate with the place. As I am doing so, one of the guys approaches me.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you in here before. My name is, Miles.” 

“Listen, man I am not interested, I just want to finish my beer and leave.” I retort sharply. 

“I am just trying to be friendly, you don’t have to be a dick about it.” He states as I see him motion to the bartender. 

The bartender comes over and gives Miles a beer. He grabs mine and asks if I want it topped off. I tell him no. He shrugs, puts my glass back down and walks away. 

Miles continues to sit next to me drinking his beer. I finish mine and stand to leave. My legs feel week and I grab the stool to stable myself. I sit back down and notice that the room has become fuzzy.

"You okay man?” Miles asks, grinning at me. 

I look over at him and he puts his hand on my shoulder  “What the fuck is going on.. what did you do? “ I whisper as lose my voice. 

The bartender walks over as my head falls down onto the bar. I hear hims say “Lights out straight boy” as everything goes black. 

I wake up in the back of the bar in a small room. It is dark, gloomy, and each wall is scattered with tons of equipment. I am laying on a black table in the center. My limbs are tied to the corners. Miles is using a a knife to cut all my clothes off , he runs his fingers through my pubes and feels my dick.

"I'm impressed, it is a shame it will go to waste." His words confuse me.

"Listen man i am sorry. I am not gay please just let me go."

I scream in pain as he grabs my cock. He sticks his hands down his pants, rubbing his cock and balls. He pulls it out and rubs it all over my face. The smell is disgusting.

“Get used to your masters scent bitch” he proclaims as he then spits in my face and then clamps his hand down over my mouth silencing me with his strong grip. 

"This is only the beginning, bitch…" he whispers bending his face to mine.

He pulls a whip from the wall.. I’m going to train you boy ... you are a slave“ he states as the whip comes down painfully across my chest. 

The pain is excruciating, with tears in my eyes I threaten him. I can see the hatred and determination in his eyes...as he pulls down his pants down, freeing his throbbing manhood, stoking it freely. 

*Crack* the whip zips through the air, stinging my flesh.

"you are a bitch” 

*Crack*

"You are a fuck pet?" 

*Crack*

"You are a cum whore" 

*Crack*

"You are a cock sucker!" 

*Crack* *Crack* *Crack* 

Leaving red whip marks all over me...and burning the message into my brain for the next couple hours.

"BItch!! You will obey me"  Miles states as he hits me hard in the balls, causing a violent agonising scream to fill the room. I am a sobbing, blubbering mess. He lays down his whip and asks if I’m gonna behave...

I shake my head too afraid to speak out loud. I will do anything he asks if the pain just stops 

He stands back and admires his work. Calling me his pet. I cry, I’m no longer the man I was when I came into the bar. 

Soon I am fitted with a collar, leash and a cock cage. With a press of a button on a remote, I scream in brutal agony as the shock collar comes to life. 

"Are you going to obey slave?" Miles asks 

I sob and shake my head yes. I know I am defeated. I look up but don’t want to say anything in fear of being shocked. I just put my head down and crawl after him. He walks me back out into the bar and the bartender takes my leash and drags me over to the horny crowd.

My heart races... a cock slaps me across the face and sweaty balls surround my nose. I am called names like Bitch, whore and slut. Someone is behind me, hands in my hips, something presses against my ass and my face is pressed into another stranger's crotch, a cock enters my mouth and I am told to suck, my only option is to obey. 

Soon spit is used for lube and I am their cum dump...their urinal...their punching bag...their flesh light. I am used in every way imaginable. I am just an object to them. 

The night seems endless. However, finally i am alone with just Miles and the bartender. 

 I am broken and defeated. I am the bar bitch.  I spend time serving My master and the bartender as they brag about there newly acquired pet. I am eventually locked in the cage behind the bar.. until the bar opens again.