Secret

Chris adored acting and when he finally got his big chance to play a new superhero in an upcoming film he jumped at the chance but he had no idea how much his world was about to change. With the release of the film Chris became an overnight sensation, they adored his character and they adored him. At first this was amazing for Chris, he got his dream job, had signed for another ten movies and franchises, was adored by women and men, what’s more he even got an action figure but soon things started to change. While his fan base grew and his popularity soared so did his attention from the media, stalkers and weirdos. He had to change his address to somewhere more private, he had to get security, he gone through at least twenty phone numbers and even members of his family had to be protected. Chris could no longer go out in public without paparazzi swarming him, the flash of the cameras constantly blinding him and following him where ever he went, it was a nightmare. It was after a particularly traumatising night with the press that Chris made his wish, after drinking an entire bottle of scotch and watching one of his own movies his desires slipped free. 

Chris could barely focus as he watched himself on his plasma screen TV, he didn’t usually drink but after tonight he needed to calm his nerves. Having a paparazzo jump out in front of your car would certainly scare you, especially since he could have easily died. Chris shivered at the thought, things were getting out of hand, people were risking everything just for a picture of him but he didn’t know what else he could do, he just wanted to get away from it all. That’s when Chris looked up at his film, he watched as his character removed his superhero costume and in the next scene he was dressed like an ordinary guy with some dorky glasses, it was obvious who he was but no one ever recognised him as the hero.  Chris sighed and groaned as green smoke swirled behind him, if only thing were like that in real life.

“I wish I had a secret identity” Chris burped as he felt himself slowly fade into unconsciousness, while the green smoke engulfed him and the trickster laughed. 

When Chris woke up he immediately felt his head pounding, the bottle of scotch had done a number on him and he could tell he was severely dehydrated and in need of an aspirin but something else was off. Chris should have been feeling his soft shag carpet, the one near his TV but instead he felt a cold concrete floor, he should have felt his designer jeans and shirt that he was wearing the night before but from the cold breeze he could tell he was naked and Chris should have seen his well-furnished and expensive living room but instead he saw a dimly lit, cramped, cold room. Chris immediately tried to get up but soon heard the clattering of metal as he looked down at his wrists and ankles and saw metal chains binding him to the concrete floor. Chris immediately went into shock as he started breathing heavily, he had been abducted! One of those crazy stalkers and creeps had finally got him and had made him their prisoner. Chris was almost going to hyperventilate when the clanging of a heavy steel door opening got his attention. Chris was too scared to turn around as he heard the footsteps approach, they weren’t the heavy thuds of sinister black boots but more a slapping as naked skin hit the floor until it was directly behind him. Chris waited, sweat forming on his brow as his head banged from the awful hangover he was suffering from, his mouth dry as a desert and tasting of drunken vomit he couldn’t muster the nerve to speak, so he waited. It must have been five agonising minutes before Chris couldn’t take it any longer and slowly turned his head to view his captor, he was half expecting a gruff old man or an overweight burly woman but was shocked to see the opposite, a young, handsome man with a small glass of water. However, Chris barely took in his facial features or his toned body as his eyes were drawn to the thing that was closest to him and that was the huge 9 inch, thick as a beer can erect cock. 

The dick in front of him was huge and covered in veins and piercings giving it a more menacing appearance. Chris couldn’t take his eyes away from the monster cock, not that he was gay in any way, shape or form but because Chris didn’t want to imagine what his captor was going to do with such a beastly, fat cock. Chris felt like he didn’t blink for a millennium as he stared at that cock, pulsing and wagging just inches from his face but when he did eventually break his gaze, he looked up at the man in front of him and a shiver ran down his spine. Chris felt fear like no other as he looked at the man who had only a dead, empty smile on his face and a look of smugness, superiority and cruelty in his eyes. Chris didn’t know what to do, he felt sick as the hangover and the impending imprisonment loomed, Chris felt like he was about to faint but before he could his captor spoke. He spoke one chilling word that would haunt Chris for the entirety of his life. 

“Suck”

Chris looked at the cock and then back at the man, his head swirling from leftover scotch and the demand that was just made of him. Chris mind went into overdrive, should he do it? He didn’t want to offend or anger the man but he also didn’t want to suck his dirty dick. The thought repulsed him, the thought being forced to do disgusted him but the thought of possibly dying stopped him from screaming no. It was deadlock, silence continued to flood the room as Chris continued to think and soon he made his decision. Without making eye contact Chris bowed his head and made sure his mouth was firmly closed. Chris then expected a punch or a kick, to be forced upon by the man and his gigantic cock but instead the man made no noise, he took his glass of water and left the room, closing the door behind him. No sound, no anger, he just walked out and Chris was left alone, with just a dim light and a pounding headache.

A day later

It was twenty four later that Chris heard the door open again and small sick part of him was relieved to hear the small slapping footfalls. Over the past day Chris had been in agony, without any food or water his hangover had only gotten worse. His head felt like a drill was boring into his brain, his stomach groaned and twisted while his body ached from his chained down position. He had tried to get up but found it only possible to be on his knees, he had tried to scream for help but the echoing of the sound made his head spin and hurt further and he had tried to reach the door and bang to signal his captor but his chains weren’t long enough. Chris had hoped his time alone would have allowed him to form a plan, to find a way to escape but sadly that was not the case. Instead his mind spiralled and panicked, his worse fears playing out in his head as imagined never again being free. So when he heard those footsteps, Chris was just glad not to be alone with his dark thoughts any longer. Unlike before Chris did not wait to turn around, he spun around and watched as the man entered and just as before he walked over with a small glass of water and his 9 inch cock fully erect. The man once again then looked and smiled at Chris who again shivered in fear and disgust before the man said the same one word.

“Suck”  

Chris had hoped the previous night would repeat itself, that again he would bow his head and stay strong, but that was a stronger Chris, one that had not spent 24 long hours deprived of natural light, food, water and company. Instead the Chris sitting in front of the cock was sick from anxiety, stress, starvation and dehydration, so while Chris did hesitate for a short while this time he pressed his lips against the warm, sweaty cock and slowly let it enter his mouth. Chris was both disgusted and disappointed at himself for being so weak, but he also told himself that this is what it would take to survive as he tasted cock for the first time. However, while if this had been a causal encounter the man may have been courteous to the oral virgin that was Chris and allowed him to go at his own pace, but unfortunately this was not the case. Chris could barely whimper and scream as his head forced down on the massive cock, his gagging and spluttering did nothing to stop the man from pleasuring himself and for Chris to get a hot load of cum shot down his throat.

 

When it was over and Chris was coughing on the floor, the man didn’t say anything, he just put down the small glass of water and left, leaving Chris alone and reeling from his first taste of cum.

A month later

The next thirty one days followed the same pattern, a day without movement, contact, food or water until the man would finally enter, his cock hard and with a gift of either water, food or medicine never more than one. For the first few days Chris was hesitant but eventually gave in as he was forced to deep throat the huge, sweaty cock. After a week Chris tried to rebel, he would shout and scream, he refused to touch the disgusting, cruel man’s cock but he was soon punished for that as he spent nearly three whole days without the man visiting. His body ached and his mind nearly drove him mad, when the man did finally come in he didn’t even need to say his command before Chris latched onto his cock and sucked hard so he could receive his measly morsel of food. For the rest of the month Chris didn’t fight and he was sickened to find himself looking forward to it, it was the only time he saw any one, it was the only time he received something good and besides he barely even gagged on the cock anymore. So at the end of the month when he was sucking his captor fat cock and he heard the evil, stone faced psychopath moan with pleasure, revulsion welled up inside Chris. A revulsion that was not caused but the thirty ones times he had sucked dick and swallowed cum but revulsion as the feeling of pride he felt inside from being able to please the cruel man. It seemed that Chris was not the only one shocked by the moan as the man quickly finished and hurried out, the first time Chris has seen his captor the slightest bit rattled. Chris slumped back as his chains clanked on the floor, he just about to enjoy his slice bread and banana when a new man came bursting in through the door and knocked his food to the ground. Chris tried to scream as the tall, piggish brute of man grabbed him, the leather he was wearing stunk of smoke and his grip with not gentle but it wasn’t the man’s appearance or smell that upset Chris, it was what he was holding. Attached to a rod was a very long, very thick and impossibly large black dildo and the man was holding it just above Chris’s head. With a shout the man repeated the only word Chris had heard over the last month.

“SUCK!”

Petrified Chris opened his mouth and within moments the man had plunged the huge dildo down his throat and was mercilessly fucking his face with it. Chris spluttered and cried but the man continued the assault leaving Chris gagging and tears falling down his face. 

It must have been only 15 minutes later that the man finally stopped but for Chris it had felt like an eternity, he had thought he was going to choke on that dildo and the last month of enduring torture would have been for nothing but it was not his time as the man removed the saliva covered toy and walked out of the room, not before treading in Chris’s banana and bread.  

A year later    

After a few days Chris realised his old master was not coming back, he never thought he would miss the cruel sadistic smile and thick cock but now he wished for his return every day as his new master was not nearly as kind. The first month he was choked with the dildo until eventually his gag reflex was utterly destroyed, his throat became so stretched and use to it sliding down that no longer did he gag, cry or cough it became natural for him to be able to swallow a toy of such size. Whenever Chris tried to speak or talk to his new captor he would quickly incur his wrath as a brutal hour long face fucking would occur. Soon Chris knew not to speak; he didn’t want to upset his captors any more than he should, so Chris worked hard to please them and the day when he didn’t make a fuss when his captor shoved the dildo all the way inside him was the day he saw pride on his masters face, that night he was given a full glass of water and bread with butter on it and Chris lost another little part of himself. After that things started to ramp up, his master would attach gags to his face, leaving him with a dildo in his mouth all day and only able to breathe through his nose. More men started to visit him, most of them with various large sized cocks, none of them ever smaller than 9 inches. After five months he started to receive more than one visit a day as more men came in to use his mouth and by the seventh month he was swallowing at least 40 loads of cum a day. Every time he made one of the men moan with pleasure he received an extra treat and soon he was receiving full meals. By the twelfth month when Chris was licking the oozing cum off one of the men’s ginormous cocks, he wondered why was he taking such pride in what he was doing, wasn’t his goal to escape? Chris stopped his sucking and looked at himself, what was his plan? What was he going to do, suck cock for stranger’s moans of appreciation? After twelve months of imprisonment Chris realised that he had lost himself to his captors, he was no longer doing what it took to survive but what it took to please them. Like an animal trying to earn a treat he had turned into a cock sucking monkey, pleasuring men for their benefit. Anger and fury rose up inside Chris and finally he fought back, with the strangers cock in mouth his rage got the better of him and he bit down hard, which was the biggest mistake of Chris’s life.

After the screams of pain his captor came in and effortlessly knocked Chris unconscious, sending him clattering against his chains and darkness overwhelming him. When Chris woke up this time it was very different to the experience he had just over a year ago, he should have felt the cold concrete floor against his skin but instead he found his body coated in a tight constricting material, he should have been able to feel his naked body but his hands were balled into fists and his cock had something hard wrapped around it and he should have seen his dimly lit cramped little room but instead he saw nothing, only darkness. Chris panicked as he tried to get up, his chains stopping him from even getting to his knees; all he could do was sit up. His arms were bound together, his feet bolted to the ground and as he started to breathe he could feel some his own hot breath reflect back and hit his face as he realised he was now wearing a mask. Chris tried to move his body in a panic and felt the tight material squeak as it moved on the floor, as he moved his body and head he felt something wet on his body and inside the material covering him and soon he smelt it too and when Chris finally put it all together  he wept. Chris knew his life was over now; there would be no use fighting or rebelling now his captors had won. Sobbing Chris could do nothing as the glue covering his body started to dry and the rubber suit and mask became just another part of his body.

A decade later

After that day ten years ago Chris didn’t even try to resist, he just sat there expertly sucking cocks as he would try as hard as he could to regain his captors trust. Sadly he would never see if they were pleased or not as his mask was never removed, he never saw anything ever again. The only thing that should matter to him was cock and sucking it so well that he could drink all the glorious cum. After another year Chris could barely remember what things use to look like, what he use to do or who he used to be all he knew was that he had to suck cock or his masters would be mad.

After three years he almost spoke when they unlocked his chains and started to move him, he almost protested when they told him he had been sold and he almost shed a tear when he was moved into his new smaller living arrangements, but it wasn’t a suck slaves place to speak, his job was to suck cock. So now a decade on no one knows the name of the man in the rubber suit, no one knows who he used to be and his master was completely unaware that his personal suck slave use to be a young, up and coming movie star that the world had fallen in love with, no all he knew is that he had the best suck slave in town as thousands of men from across the globe paid to use his mouth every month. So unless that changed anytime soon Chris’s identity would forever remain a secret.