The Love of My Chains
Copyright© 2026 by SinfulWords
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Set in a post-apocalyptic world where sex slavery is entirely legal and anarchy is the law of the land, we glimpse a single night in the lives of drug lord Tyler Roberts and his sex slave, Sadie, as they entertain a couple of guests for a night of debauchery, humiliation, depravity, and ultimate revenge.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa NonConsensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Fisting Oral Sex Water Sports
“ ... Whaddya mean?” Jax snorted, casually raising the pipe back to his lips for another hit, the sound of my moaning increasing in volume behind his obtuse words.
“Whaddya mean, whaddya mean?” Master countered irritably, the agitation in his voice now unmistakable. The sudden shift in his mood had instantly manifested in his snapping hips, his thrusting now so savage against my ass my pleasure was quickly turning into pain. “You know exactly what the fuck I mean!”
Jax finally seemed to register that something was wrong, his eyes widening for only a fraction of a moment but in that moment it was plain to see his heart had dissolved into hot wax and had melted into his stomach. “I—”
“Thought I wouldn’t notice?” Master offered forcefully. “Thought I wouldn’t care?”
“Boss, I don’t—”
“Don’t!” Master roared, hips still driving such violence into my ass although his hand retracted from my pussy in favor of gripping the back of my collar; using it as leverage to drill into me even harder. “Don’t you dare say you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about! You stole from me!”
Jax froze, not even blinking, his petrified gaze locked in Master’s enraged one. The room had gone eerily quiet, the only sound being all us fuck-slaves moaning as none of the men in the room had bothered to stop using our holes despite the new drama unfolding. And even so, all of us slaves inherently understood the serious shift that had taken place. We were all consciously trying to keep our cries of passion to a minimum, only a shy whimper here or a quivering moan there ever passing our panting lips.
“You’ve been stealing from me Jax, I’ve known the whole goddamn time. Now, ya see, I looked the other way when it was just a few dime bags here and there. I’m a reasonable man, right? I’m generous. I can understand the complexities of a bad habit,” Master explained through a low burning rage before the next string of words came out louder and bolder. “But you got greedy, mother fucker! You’re fuckin’ me over, taking off entire fuckin’ pounds!”
Jax moved to button up his cock in a hurry. “Boss I would—”
“Who told you to put that filthy fuckin’ thing away?!” Master barked, his thrusting hips coming to an abrupt pause as he reached for the hand gun on the dining table, grabbed it, pulled the slide lock, and fired it right between Jax’s feet in one fluid motion.
Jax screamed properly as the gun blew a hole in the floor between his boots, the slender man jumping in place with a shrill and undignified yelp.
“This is a sex-party, right?! RIGHT?!” Master continued, moving the gun upward to point at Jax’s head as he slowly resumed fucking me again, firm and precise. “So, get your cock in your hand! Get that miserable fuckin’ thing hard again!”
A pitiful sound dribbled past Jax’s lips, his eyes closing as if in great pain, but nonetheless, he moved a quivering hand to reluctantly begin stroking himself. “Please, Boss,” he chocked out, his whole body trembling with stinking fear. “I’m sorry! Just I—I’ll pay you back! I p-promise!”
“Bullshit!” Master laughed, his gun still aimed at Jax’s head, hips still rocking needfully into my ass. “The only thing worth the amount you stole is fresh water and you ain’t got enough money for that. So, no, you won’t be paying me back but you will be paying for it.”
“What’re you gonna do to me?” Jax asked, the image of Master’s maniacal grin reflecting in the whites of his round terrified eyes.
“Eye for an eye, right? You fuck me, I take your cock. it’s only fair,” Master explained quite as a matter of fact.
“You’re gonna cut my dick off!?” Jax screeched with a dramatic flinch, dropping his soft cock in the process. “Tyler please!”
“Get your cock back in your hand you treacherous fuck!” Master roared, reinforcing his aim with the gun, the anger flowing through his veins manifesting in his thrusting hips as he began to fuck my ass just a little bit faster and harder.
A pitiful sob dribbled past Jax’s trembling lips as he obeyed in a hurry. “Please Tyler!”
“Please what?!” Master growled. “I let you use it one last time didn’t I?! I gave you one last nut! More then you’d ever give me I’m sure!”
“Fuck this!” Jax shouted at once, dropping his cock and simultaneously turning on his heels to run for the door.
Master only chuckled, a dark somber sound as he lowered his gun and leaned over my back to whisper in my ear. “You ready for my cum, Babydoll?” He cooed, his voice so full of affection and want I could scarcely believe how furious he’d sounded just a moment ago.
“Yes, Master, please,” I whispered in a moan. “I need it.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get it, too,” he purred, licking the shell of my ear before coming back to his full height. “You’re gonna get. It. All.”
Now, there was a reason Master seemed so unbothered by Jax’s attempted escape. He knew what we didn’t. As soon as Jax had thrown open the front door, lurching forward as if to run, he was met by four of Master’s soldiers holding assault rifles, the barrels pointing straight at his chest and head.
“Get back inside!” One of the guards shouted.
“NOW!” Another guard snapped, shooting his assault rifle up into the night sky and making it rain bullets all over our tin roof in a raucous rapa-tap-tap.
Jax obeyed at once with another high-pitched yelp, letting the door swing shut before turning on the spot and falling to his knees. “Please Tyler!” He cried, his hands coming together as if to pray, tears springing to his eyes and immediately spilling over. “Please don’t cut my dick off, man, I’ll do anything, anything! Please, man, anything! I don’t wanna die!”
“Jesus Christ,” Master Patsy grinned derisively from where he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his hips now idle as he allowed The Blonde Slave creative freedom in servicing his cock with her mouth.
“Fuckin’ pathetic, right?” Mr. Hollow agreed, now adjacent to Master Patsy and The Blonde Slave as he occupied the foot of the bed, The Red Slave now in the same position as The Blonde One: on her knees and sucking cock.
“Whassa matter Jax?” Master Patsy taunted. “You obviously thought you were man enough to steal from your Leader? Where’d those brazen balls go, hm?”
“Thouhgt you was a big man, huh?” Mr. Hollow jeered in turn. “But all we’re seein’ right now is little bitch.”
“I’m sorry I’ll do anything!” Jax cried. “Please! Have mercy on me you guys! Tyler, please, fucking Goddammit please!”
I could feel Master’s ego swell along with his cock inside my ass. I was almost certain Jax’s pleas for mercy were flowing through his ears like kindling that fuelled the fire of his esteem and his noble erection. His cock was throbbing so hot inside me, thrusting on the verge climax, moving with enough speed and force to make it obvious that he was now rushing to get there. And with his violent gaze still locked in Jax’s terrified one, the boy’s desperate words ringing all around, I felt my master tense inside me and fill my ass with his cum.
Master barely made a sound as he came, but I groaned loud and fierce enough for the both of us. Rope after rope of his steaming hot semen flooded my rectum, claiming me like he’d done hundreds of times before, the warm rush seeping through me and making my body sing. Unfortunately for me, however, the euphoria I felt was short lived because anything that could possibly feel that good could only be considered as the cruelest form of condemnation. My pleasure surged ever higher, the notion of sending my master to the heavens of climax only making my body burn ever hotter for my own release.
“God, please, Tyler, please!” Jax continued to beg. “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it! Please, just don’t kill me!”
Master completely ignored Jax. “Christ that was fuckin’ good,” he sighed, his once-angry features now softened in a contended peace. “C’mere, now, Babydoll,” he murmured as he took the base of his cock and slowly pulled himself from my ass. “Come clean me up,” he commanded softly
I groaned as Master pulled himself from inside me, whimpering my sorrow for the newfound emptiness only made me ache for him even more. My pussy was still throbbing obscenely hard, my body still sweltering in the fiery pits of lust, but I ignored my own discomfort and I obeyed my master, slipping from the table and simultaneously turning around to kneel before him. My natural place. Tiny threads of cum began oozing from my ass as I reached for the base of Master’s cock, opening my mouth and taking him in like a good little slut.
... And all the while Jax’s pleas were ringing in my ears...
A deep hum of approval vibrated in my throat as I cleaned Master with my mouth, the acidic tang of my own entrails coming off on my tongue and filling my nose with a surge of bliss. It wasn’t just the taste or the smell of it, it was Master’s form, the feel of his softening cock against my tongue, the idea of cleaning my juices from his swollen flesh. I held Master’s gaze as I attended his bath, my wanton eyes locked in his overly-satiated ones, my body so electrified by the simple task that my fingers itched to reach between my thighs and rub myself to completion while Master’s cock was still tucked safely between my lips.
“Tyler please!” Blubbered Jax, tears streaming his crimson cheeks, the whites of his eyes now so red they resembled two blue marbles floating in a glass of blood. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
“Oh, stop crying, Jax!” Master snapped, his hips twitching every so often in spasms of lingering pleasure as I sucked him clean. “You’re embarrassing yourself in your final moments!” He pointed out before grabbing the back of my collar to gently guide me from his cock. “Die like a man for fuck’s sake!” He scorned as he casually tucked his cock back in his jeans, simultaneously shrugging with a chuckle. “Well. I guess it will be kinda hard for you to die like a man with no cock, hm?”
Both Master Patsy and Mr. Hollow echoed his laughter, all three of them taunting Jax with their morbid amusement.
“Please!” Jax cried once more. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll pay you for as long as you want, just don’t kill me—”
“Enough!” Groaned Master, visibly annoyed as he grabbed me by the bicep with one hand while reaching for his hunting knife that was sitting on the table with the other before walking toward Jax who was still kneeling in a cower by the door. “Lay the fuck down!” Master shouted at Jax, pressing the sole of his boot to the boy’s chest and pushing him to the floor.
“TYLER PLEASE!”
“Tyler please!” Mimicked Master in an ornery tone as he turned me around by the shoulders, light fingers guiding me along in a circle. “God! Shut the fuck up!” He roared at Jax before speaking to me. “Squat over him, Sadie, that’s it—put your ass hole right on his lying, traitor fuckin’ mouth!” He then spoke to Jax again. “Now lick! Suck my cum straight from her ass hole! Slurp it down mother fucker, and maybe, maybe, I’ll consider letting you live!”
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