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SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE
by TY SHANNON
CHAPTER 7
About a week later -- a Saturday morning -- Walt called me
about 9. My girl friend and I were still in bed, since we had been
up late the night before partying, so it took me a minute to clear
my head. "I'm going up and cut some firewood today," he said. "You
want to come along? I'll pay you $10 an hour to work with me."
I thought about that a minute -- my girl friend wanted me to
take her shopping; but I really needed the money, so I replied,
"Sure. When?"
"Can you be ready in 30 minutes?"
"Make it 45."
"Fine. I'll pick you up."
She asked me what the call was about, and I told her that I
had a chance for a day's work -- but I didn't tell her exactly what,
since she didn't know anything about Walt. She bitched a little,
but I ignored her. I took a quick shower and shaved, so I wouldn't
look scuzzy for him.
I was waiting outside when he arrived, and we drove off. He
stopped at a fast-food place so I could get a cup of coffee and a
bite to eat, and then we headed out of town. He owned a piece of
land where he cut firewood, but it was about an hour away.
We got up to his property and spent several hours there. It
was a sunny day with the temperature about 70, so we worked with our
shirts off. He didn't work me real hard, but slugging a chain saw
is not easy and we worked up a good sweat. Seeing his naked torso
started to get to me, and I thought it would be fun to fuck around
out there in the woods. I tried to rub against him a couple times,
and touched him once in a while, but he didn't pick up on it -- and
since he was the boss in this relationship, I didn't push it.
It was almost 6 when we got back to town, and he asked, "Want
to come up to my place and fix something to eat? We can cook
burgers on the grill."
"Sounds good to me." So he stopped at a store for some ground
beef and rolls, and we went to his house. We took a quick shower
together and then went back down to the kitchen. I fixed a salad
while he cooked, and then we ate. When we were done we took the
dishes to the sink and cleaned things up.
Then he came up behind me and put his arms around me. He
kissed the back of my neck and worked one hand down into my jeans,
and ran his fingers into the hair around my cock. He whispered in
my ear, "What do you think, Larry? Want to go upstairs for a
while?"
"HMMMmmmm. I would like that --- Sir."
"AAAhh. Are you saying you want the leather on?"
I smiled -- he picked up on that. "Yes, Sir. I want you to
use me, so I can't stop you."
"That's good, Larry. This is the first time you really offered
to do it."
"I know, but I'm getting so I like it, Sir." My cock was
starting to get hard, and he squeezed it.
"So you're in the mood to be punished?"
I looked back at him. "Not really, Sir. But as long as I
don't screw up I won't be punished, will I?"
"That's not right, Larry -- think about it. What does your
slave oath say?"
I thought about it. "My body belongs to you, Sir."
"That's right. If I feel like punishing you, I will, whether
you screw up or not."
"I understand, Sir." I had forgotten that -- but I knew I
could trust him, and I was sure whatever he did would be an
incredible turn-on.
So he turned me around and kissed me on the mouth. "Okay,
slave, go upstairs and make yourself ready for me."
I obeyed, and when I got up to the bedroom I saw the leather
laying there on the bed. That fucker! He intended this all
along! But I should have known.
I quickly undressed and put on the collar and cuffs, and spread
myself on the bed. I knew he would make me wait a little, and while
my dick was half-hard just thinking about what was coming, I didn't
try to keep it up.
It was almost 10 minutes before I heard him coming up the
stairs, and then I pushed my arms and legs farther apart till my
muscles were straining, the way he required. He walked into the
room and looked down at my naked body. "You're not hard, slave."
"No, Sir." After last time, I had expected that. He sat on
the bed and played with me some, and my cock quickly became rigid
in his hand.
Then he stood up and removed his clothes except for his
shorts. "Stand up, slave." I obeyed, and he clipped my hands
together behind my back. Then he pushed me down on my knees in
front of him and pulled my head roughly against his bulging shorts.
I rubbed my face around his crotch and licked at his cock through
the cloth. But then he told me, "You know what to do, slave."
I looked up at him briefly, "Yes, Sir." I grasped his shorts
with my teeth and slowly worked them down, and his dick got harder
as it emerged into view. I finally got them off and dropped them
over on the chair the way he liked, and then moved back in front of
him, still on my knees. My dick throbbed as I looked at his huge
prick, and I licked my lips. I wanted it, but I had to wait till he
said it was OK.
He held my head with one hand while he wiped his cock head
across my face -- over my eyes and cheeks and lips. God, I loved
the feel of it sliding across my skin! "Open, slave." I did, and he
pushed into me, hard and rough. I just knelt there and took it -- I
couldn't stop him and that was the way I liked it! He raped my
mouth for several minutes, hitting the back of my throat on every
stroke. That used to make me gag, but I could handle it now -- and
I loved it!
He pulled it out briefly and asked, "What are you, slave?"
I knew what he wanted to hear. "I'm a cocksucker, Sir. I'm
your cocksucking slave."
"That's right, boy, and don't you forget it!" Then he pushed back
into me and fucked my mouth some more.
But finally he pulled away and made me stand up. He
re-fastened my hands in front of me and led me over to face the
bedroom door. He tied a short piece of rope to my wrists, and
closed the door most of the way. Then he raised my hands over my
head and pushed me up tight against the mirror on the door -- God,
that glass felt cold! But I didn't say anything. He slipped the
rope over the top of the door and then shut it tight, so that my
hands were held up in the air and I couldn't get away.
"Spread those legs!" I did what he said, and his hand caressed
down my back and over my ass cheeks. But then he slapped them
sharply, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"
"Ouch!!" That smarted, but it wasn't too hard and it felt good,
and my prick surged. His finger probed at my asshole a little, but
didn't go in. Then from the corner of my eye I saw him go over to
the dresser and get the jar of lube. Shit! I didn't particularly
feel like getting fucked today, but it looked like I didn't have any
choice.
He moved back behind me and I felt his finger as it slipped
into my asshole and greased it up. Then it went away, and after a
minute something bigger and harder started to slide into me.
"UUUNNGGGHHH!!" I tried to pull away from it, but that just pressed
me tightly against the door. He kept pushing and my gut filled with
the dildo, or whatever it was. I could feel it hit bottom, and my
ass squirmed as I adjusted to it. He wriggled it around to make
sure it was in tight, and then stepped back -- I could see him
behind me in the mirror.
"That's a butt plug, slave. Don't let it slip out."
"Yes, Sir." But I didn't know if I could prevent it.
He moved away for a minute and then stepped back behind me.
His hand tugged and pulled at my ass cheeks several times, and
pushed roughly on the butt plug. It was starting to feel good
inside of me, and I was beginning to think that getting fucked
might be fun.
But then, suddenly, he struck me with a leather strap!
"SMACK!" Hard, right across my ass! "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!" Across both cheeks! "SMACK! SMACK!" On my back -- it
hurt, and I moaned in my throat and struggled against the ropes.
"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Harder, on the backs of my thighs!
Why was it that this always hurt worse than I remembered it???
He paused and ran his hand over my sore ass cheeks. "You
okay, slave?"
"Yes, Sir." What could I say? He was doing what he wanted to
my body and I couldn't stop him. And I knew complaining wouldn't do
any good.
He stepped back again, and then he started flicking the strap
lightly back and forth across my ass cheeks. "Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap!" It didn't hurt bad, but he went on and on and on. "Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Then he did it a little faster and a little harder. My ass
felt like it was on fire and my hips squirmed, trying helplessly to
get away from the strap -- but my hard dick was rubbing against the
glass. But then he struck harder still. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP!" The heat in my ass flowed down to my balls and my throbbing
cock, and I ground it tightly against the mirror. I could feel the
plug in my ass moving around as my hips twisted and turned! But he
just kept going and going, and the pain boiled up into my blood.
"OOOOHHHHH!!! YEAH!!" I wanted to cum!
I couldn't help myself -- I pushed my ass backwards away from
the door, so he could hit it better! "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP!" The sweat rolled down my sides! He went on and on and
on, and I was going crazy from the sensations!
But then, suddenly, he stopped!!! "HHHHHNNNNNHHH!!" My ass was
on fire, and I ground my crotch against the mirror. This was wild!
I was glad he stopped -- but I also wished he'd kept going!! I
might even have cum from it!
But he tossed the strap onto the bed, and then caressed my
burning ass lightly with his hand. But it was so sore even that
hurt. "OOOOOHHHH, please, Sir!" He moved up tight against my
back and slid his hard prick down between my legs. My ass was so
tender I could feel his pubic hair scraping against my flesh. But
he just stood there tightly against me for several minutes, till I
finally came back to earth.
"You okay, slave?"
My voice was hoarse. "I don't know, Sir. I think so."
He stepped back and grabbed my shoulders and turned me around
to face him. It was a struggle with my hands tied overhead, but I
managed it. He grasped my hard cock in his hand and pushed me back
tightly against the door -- and my aching ass was flattened against
the glass mirror. He kissed me hard and drove his tongue into my
mouth for several moments -- I knew better than to try to fight it.
Then he picked up the strap again and positioned himself at my
side. "Spread those legs, slave." I obeyed, and then I saw his arm
pull back. "Slap!" Across my chest. "Slap!" Across my nipples.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" He was working it steadily and carefully down
across my abdomen. I tightened my stomach. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" I
groaned -- he just missed my throbbing cock, and my whole torso was
on fire.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" He worked down my right thigh, all
the way to my knee. I wanted to pull my legs together, but I knew
he wouldn't like that. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Down my left thigh.
There was a continuous moan in my throat as he punished me. I
closed my eyes and twisted against the door, but I couldn't get
away.
He paused briefly, and then, "Slap! Slap! Slap!"
"OOOOHHH!!!" Right on my pulsing dick! "Please, Sir!!"
"Shut up, slave!"
"SMACK!" Harder, on my chest again, and curling around into
my tender armpit. "SMACK!" Harder still, right on my left
nipple. "Please, Sir, that's too much!"
"SMACK!" On my right nipple. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!" He worked his way down across my stomach again, and the
sweat was running down my sides.
Three lighter strokes, "Slap! Slap! Slap!" on my prick, and
it burned and bounced up and down in front of me. "Please, Sir!
It's too much!!"
"SMACK!!!" One stroke, really hard, across my tender nipples!
He threw the belt onto the bed, and began to run his hands
gently across my burning flesh. I just sagged from the ropes and let
him do it.
Then he went over to the dresser and came back with a small
chain in his hand. I looked at it -- and recognized the nipple
clips! Shit! I was getting the full program this time!
His fingers played with my left nipple and squeezed it several
times, getting it stiff, and then he applied a clip. Instant pain!
My breath hissed through my teeth but I managed to keep from crying
out. But then he tugged at the right nipple and applied the other
clip. More pain! "UUUNNNNNHHH!" I couldn't help it! The
connecting chain bounced on my chest as I squirmed against the door.
He stood there smiling and squeezed my throbbing dick, and
watched my face. After a few minutes the pain settled back to a
dull ache -- but he saw that and pulled harshly on the nipple
chain! "UUUUGGGHHHH!!! Please, Sir!" He just squeezed harder on
my cock and jerked it around. Pain in my nipples! Pressure on my
prick! My burning ass rubbing against the mirror! And all I could
think about was -- my body belonged to him! -- I couldn't stop him!
-- I wanted to cum!!!
But then he stepped back and opened the door a little, and
pulled the rope free from it. I dropped my hands down in front of
me and stepped gingerly away from the mirror. He grasped my
throbbing dick again, and pulled me against him and kissed me. I
just rested against his body and let him do it, trying to keep
the nipple chain from jerking around too much.
Eventually he gently pushed me away from him. "Walk around a
little, slave. Your ass will feel better." I walked around the room
a few times and the fire in my ass finally subsided to a dull ache.
But with every step I felt the butt plug moving inside of me and the
chain jerking on my tortured nipples. I caught a glimpse of myself
in the mirror, and could see the red stripes all over my body --
what was my girlfriend going to say? Then he removed the rope
from my wrists and re-fastened my hands behind me. God! What was
he going to do next???
"Come on, slave, we're going downstairs." I just followed him,
my hard prick bobbing in front of me and the nipple chain bouncing
on every step.
We went into the front room and walked over to the corner where
an organ sat. He pulled the bench out away from the it. "Sit down
on the bench, slave, with your legs straddling it."
I looked at it. Shit, that was going to hurt my tender ass!
But I automatically responded, "Yes, Sir." I moved behind it and
spread my legs, and carefully walked up over it. Then I very gently
sat down. "OOOOHHHH!!" The pressure on my aching ass really hurt,
and the butt plug was forced farther up into me, but I finally
adjusted to it.
Then he knelt down and tied my ankles to the legs of the
bench. I just sat there with my hands still bound behind my back,
breathing heavily and waiting for his instructions.
He stepped up to the end of the bench facing me, with his huge
prick pointed right at me. "Lean forward, slave, and start sucking
me." I did what he said, but really had to stretch to reach him.
I pushed my lips down onto his hot dick -- and realized that leaning
forward like this caused the nipple chain to swing back and forth
below my chest! Fresh pain! But he grabbed my hair and pulled my
head back! "Come on, slave! Stroke it!"
I had to groan in my throat, but I started sliding my mouth
down onto his cock and back up -- down and up -- down and up! The
chain began swinging violently beneath me and the clips jerked
continuously on my screaming nipples. My cock was throbbing, and I
could feel his dick getting hotter inside my mouth.
After several minutes I could hear him breathing hoarsely.
"Yeah, slave!! Do it!! I'm gonna cum!!!" I tried to close my mind
to the pain in my chest, and sucked him faster and harder. But then
he suddenly grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, fast and
furious! I almost gagged as his cock jabbed into my throat. The
butt plug pushed into my ass every time he drove into me and the
clips flopped around on my nipples. My cock pulsed -- he was raping
my mouth and I couldn't stop him! But I wanted it!!
And then finally he came!! He spurted into my mouth -- again --
again! I swallowed quickly and he kept stroking into me.
Finally he stopped. He held my head tightly against his
abdomen and the nipple chain eventually stopped swinging. I sucked
the last drops of cum from his softening prick and then he pulled
it out. He leaned down and kissed me. "Great shit, slave!"
I was exhausted, but I managed to reply, "Thank you, Sir."
He quickly untied my ankles and had me stand up, and then led
me back upstairs. My nipples were almost dead to the pain.
In the bedroom he had me bend over the bed and eased the butt
plug from my ass. "OOOOOHHHhhh!" I missed the feeling of fullness
in my gut -- but the nipple chain was swinging again.
Then he took me back over to the door. He fastened my wrists
in front of me again and tied the rope to them. He turned my back
to the door so I was facing him this time, and raised my arms up
and shut the door on the rope again so I couldn't get away -- and
couldn't prevent whatever he wanted to do to me. But my ass burned
and my nipples throbbed from the punishment. "You're not going to
punish me any more, are you, Sir?"
He slapped my face lightly. "Don't ask questions, slave.
I'll do what I want with you."
I just looked down at the floor. "Yes, Sir."
But he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and kissed me.
"As it happens, I won't. But I still have to get you off."
Then he got the vibrator from the dresser and greased it up
good. He knelt in front of me and I spread my legs so he could ease
it up into my asshole. Then he started fucking me with it -- in and
out -- in and out. "MMMMmmmm! That feels good, Sir." But I tried
not to move my chest, to keep the nipple chain from swinging.
After a couple minutes he stopped and turned on the vibrator.
"OOOHHHHH, God!!!" I couldn't help myself -- my hips squirmed to
the buzzing sensations inside of me and my tender ass rubbed against
the mirror. Then he took my hot dick into his mouth and started
sucking on it, while he worked the vibrator around roughly inside my
ass.
He pulled off for a minute. "Okay, slave. I want you to start
fucking my mouth." He took the head of my cock in his mouth and just
held it there. By pushing my hips away from the door I could stroke
into him, so I started to slowly fuck his mouth, and he worked the
vibrator more. God, it was intense! But it was hard work.
Then he moved his mouth a little farther away from me, so I had
to really lunge at him to stroke it. This caused the nipple clips
to start bouncing again. "OOHHH, God, Sir!!" Pain as my ass hit
against the mirror on every stroke! Tightness in my body as I
strained to push into him! Pain in my nipples! Buzzing inside my
ass! Hot wetness wrapped around my cock! Fuck, I wanted to cum!!!
His other hand reached up and tugged on the nipple chain! My
blood boiled! "UUUUUGGGHHHH!! TOO MUCH!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!" He
quickly removed the clips from my nipples! More pain!! But the
sensations all came together inside me, and my balls tightened and I
threw my body towards him on every stroke --- and with a loud groan
I came!!! Over and over and over!!!! Spurting into his mouth --
again and again!!!
Finally I collapsed back against the door, completely drained
and exhausted. But his mouth stayed with me, holding my softening
dick embedded inside him, and he kept stroking on it. "OOOHHHH,
don't, Sir! That's too much." But he sucked it more as I writhed
against the door --- my cock was too sensitive, but I couldn't stop
him!
But eventually he quit and let my dick slip out of his mouth.
He turned off the vibrator and slid it out, and dropped it on the
floor. Then he stood up and freed the rope on my wrists, and took
me in his arms. My bound hands fell down over his shoulders and we
just rested there for several minutes.
Then he led me over to the bed and had me lay down, and he
lay down beside me. He licked over one nipple gently, and then
the other -- they were incredibly tender but that seemed to help.
He kissed me. "How you doing, slave?"
"I don't know, Sir. Okay, I guess." His hand caressed my
abdomen idly. After a couple minutes I asked, "Could I have a
cigarette, Sir?" I was going to just get one, but my hands were
still cuffed together so the game wasn't over yet.
"Sure." He reached over to my shirt and pulled a cigarette out
of the pack, lit it up, and gave it to me. Surprise! I expected
him to make me get it myself.
His hand moved over my body again, and he said, "I was pretty
rough on you, wasn't I, slave?"
"Yes, Sir -- at least I thought so."
"Well, I won't apologize for it. When you wear the leather,
you take what happens. You should know that by now."
"Yes, Sir."
"But was that a great orgasm, or what?"
I had to laugh. "It sure was, Sir. It was fantastic! Probably
the best I've ever done!"
He laughed, too. "Good. It was supposed to be. See, I was
watching you this afternoon, out there in the woods with your shirt
off, and it was turning me on."
"Me, too, Sir. I was kind of hoping we would get it on right
out there in the open."
He smiled. "I know -- I saw the signals you were giving. But
I started fantasizing about this scene and decided to wait till we
got back here."
"I understand, Sir."
"But sometime we'll go back there and play for a while."
"I would like that, Sir."
He looked me in the eye. "Of course, I may take some ropes
along to make it more interesting."
I smiled at that. "Yes, Sir. Whatever you say."
He played with my nipples a little and I had to wince -- they
were still very tender. Then he asked, "How are you feeling?"
"My ass is very sore, Sir."
"I know how you feel, but I intended it to be."
"Yes, Sir." I thought about that a minute. "Have you ever
taken the slave role, Sir?"
He looked at me. "Sure -- lots of times. When I was your
age, that was my scene -- I was one of the hottest slaves around.
So I know exactly how your ass feels, and that it will be sore for a
couple days yet. And I know how sensitive your nipples are right
now, but that will go away in a few hours. In fact, in all the
scenes we've done together, I have never done anything to your body
that I haven't experienced myself, many times over."
"That's good to know, Sir. You know what you're doing."
"Good. Trust in a master's ability is very important for
a slave."
"Yes, Sir. I realize that."
"But it's also an important part of the scene to push a slave a
little farther than he really wants to go, at least once in a while,
so he`s always uncertain just what's liable to be done to him.
Otherwise the scenes become pretty routine and lose a lot of their
excitement."
"I hadn't thought about that, Sir, but I can see what you
mean." My cigarette was finished and I put it out in the ash tray.
Then I raised my arms above my head and spread my legs a little, so
my body was available to him, and his hand roamed idly over me.
Then I asked, "Sir, what's it like to be a real slave -- a
full-time, live-in slave?"
He looked sharply at me for several moments. "Do you mean in
general, or specifically if you were to be my slave?"
"What's involved if I wanted to be your slave, Sir, and live up
here with you? I've thought about that several times recently."
He thought about it briefly and then sat up on the bed
facing me. His hand continued to caress my body as he talked.
"Well, it doesn't just happen overnight. I've had three slaves live
with me over the past ten years, and the process I've developed
involves three steps. If you should decide you want to try it --
and assuming I agree to accept you -- the first step is for you to
come up here and visit me for two weeks. You don't move in -- it's
just a visit. You don't need to bring anything with you because
you'll spend the full two weeks naked, except for the leather and
chains. During that period you'll be my slave in every sense of the
word. I'll work your ass pretty hard around the house some days,
you'll be punished frequently, and I'll use your body sexually in
ways you've never thought of."
"That's kind of what I expected, Sir. But what about my
family and friends? Will I get to see them at all?"
"You will not see anyone; in fact, you won't leave the house.
At the end of the first week you'll be allowed to make two phone
calls, but I'll be listening on the other phone."
"Why is that, Sir? That doesn't sound very fair."
"Think about it, Larry. When you are a slave, there's no such
thing as `fair'. Your body and your life belong to me, and I'll do
what I want with you. The basic rule is that you obey my rules and
my commands or you get punished, whether you feel it's fair or not.
If you can't accept that, you have no business even talking about
it."
"Yes, Sir. I guess I understand that."
"The purpose of this trial period is to teach you several
things. One is to have you experience what it means to really be a
slave. These games we play are exciting and enjoyable, but it's not
really slavery, because down inside you know that when the scene is
over -- even if it lasts a couple days -- you can go home to your
normal life. True slavery means that every minute of your life is
under my control, from now till some indefinite time in the future;
and this trial period will give you a better feel for what that's
like.
"A second purpose is to teach you implicit obedience to me.
It takes practice -- and punishment -- to learn to obey every
command immediately, without any questions or hesitation. You're
doing pretty good at that now, but you're not perfect."
"I know, Sir."
"And the third purpose, which relates to your question about
the phone calls, is to make you understand that as a slave you have
NO private life of your own. Instead, you are committed to being
an integral part of my life. I certainly don't expect you to cut
yourself off from your family, but those contacts will happen only
when I allow it."
"I guess it's more complicated than I thought, Sir."
"And you need to understand up front that once you step through
my door, you are committed to the full two weeks. Any complaining
or talk about leaving will be severely punished."
"I understand, Sir."
"But when the two weeks are up, you can get dressed and I'll
take you back to your apartment. You then have 1 week to think
about what's happened, and decide if you want to continue with the
program. You basically have three choices. You can decide you've
had enough of the scene, and essentially say `goodbye' and never
get together again. Or you can decide that you'd rather leave
things just the way they are right now -- seeing each other
occasionally and playing our games. However, in that case I will
have to decide if I want to look for someone else who's willing to
commit to the permanent relationship. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." In the back of my mind I had known that
possibility might come up.
"The third option is to decide that you really want to be my
live-in slave, and in that case you will move in here with me. I
will help you get rid of your apartment and the stuff you don't
need. And that will begin the second step of the process, which is
a period of about 6 months of training. I'll show you what your
normal duties are here in the house -- you'll be expected to keep
the place clean, and do most of the cooking and kitchen work, as
well as taking care of the lawn and garden outside.
"We'll be going out together from time to time, and I'll teach
you how to handle things when we are out in public. But sometimes
we will be visiting friends of mine who will know that you are my
slave, and I'll teach you how to act in those situations, too.
"You'll be expected to work out regularly on the equipment in
the basement." He ran his hand across my chest. "You could stand
to put a little more bulk on your body, and I'll expect you to be in
excellent shape, so I can always be proud of the way you look. And
since you didn't finish high school, I'll work with you so that by the
end of this training period you'll have your GED.
"But you'll still be my slave, of course. Except for special
circumstances, whenever you're in the house you will be naked and
wear the leather. And the basic rule always applies -- obey or be
punished.
"Your official position will be that of my housekeeper, and
I'll pay you the minimum wage for 40 hours a week; but since you'll
have little need for money, it will be put into a savings account
for you. I will supply you with everything you need to live here."
"What about my family and friends, Sir?"
"You will have to decide what you're going to tell your family
about our relationship. You certainly don't have to tell them that
you're a slave here -- they probably wouldn't understand that.
But my experience says that you're asking for trouble if you try to
keep it secret that you are living with me.
"As for your friends, you'll probably have to give up most of
them. They aren't going to understand what's going on here, either.
Besides, during this training period you'll only be allowed out of
the house on your own for very special circumstances -- like for a
holiday or a family birthday. And I don't think you'll want to have
friends up here and let them see you naked and in chains."
I smiled at that. "That's true, Sir. But what about my girl
friend?"
He looked sharply at me. "That's a stupid question, slave.
Your body and your life will belong to me -- there's no room for any
girl friend. Believe me, you'll get all the sex you need right here
-- probably more than you really want. If you have sex with anyone
else, it will be where and when I tell you."
I thought about that -- maybe he meant a three-way, and that
could be fun. Or maybe he meant he would let someone else use me.
I wasn't sure I liked that idea -- but if I belonged to him, I would
have no choice about it. But then there was the problem of having
no women to fuck -- and I wasn't sure I could handle that.
He went on, "Then, when the 6-month training period is over, I
will relax the rules a little. I'll help you get a job, if you want
to, and you'll be allowed some freedom to go out on your own. But
you'll still be my slave at all other times, which means naked and
in chains whenever you're in the house."
"I understand, Sir."
"Good. I've told you all you need to know about that. If
you decide you want to start the two-week trial period, let me know
and we'll talk about it. But I'm not going to bring it up or ever
try to talk you into it. Being my slave represents a serious,
dedicated, full-time commitment on your part, and if you don't want
it bad enough to push for it, it would never work. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
He was quiet for a couple minutes, and I realized that I needed
to take a leak. So I sat up and asked, "Is the game over, Sir? I
need to go to the bathroom."
"SMACK!" His hand slapped my face. "Did I tell you the game
is over, slave?"
I just looked at him. "No, Sir."
"Then it's not over." So I lay back on the bed again -- I
guessed I would just have to hold it in for a while yet.
Then he lay back on the bed beside me. "Come over here and
kiss me, slave." I rolled over against his body and kissed him.
His tongue slid across my lips, so I opened my mouth and it slipped
inside and worked around. Then he pushed me back. "Now suck my
cock and make it hard, slave. I want to fuck you."
I sat up. "Yes, Sir." It looked like I was going to get fucked
after all -- but I was ready for it! I leaned down and took his
dick in my mouth and started sucking on it -- up and down -- up and
down. It quickly got hard as I swung on it -- and my prick started
to stand up, too. I made my lips tight and pushed down on him as
far as I could, to make it good for him.
But shortly he said, "That's good, slave. Now get the lube
and grease it up." I went over to the dresser and got the jar, and
climbed back on the bed beside him. Then I coated his stiff cock up
good and worked it around with my hand.
"Okay, slave, now get up here and sit down on it." So I got up
on my knees and straddled his waist. It was a little awkward with
my hands clipped together, but I grasped his huge cock and
positioned it against my asshole. Then I slowly pushed down on it,
and he thrust upwards a little and the head popped into me.
My face screwed up from a little pain. "HHHMMMMMmmmm." But I
relaxed the muscles and felt it fill me up as I settled down onto
it. God, that was big! It felt like it was going to poke right
through my chest! But I kept pushing downwards till my sore ass
cheeks were rubbing against his abdomen. Then I leaned forward with
my hands on his chest and started to stroke on him -- up and down --
up and down -- slowly and easily.
His eyes closed and his hips arched up off the bed as I rode up
and down on his shaft. "Yeah, slave. That's good." I just
closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of it sliding in and out of my
asshole. My prick was bobbing and throbbing in front of me.
He let me do this for several minutes, but then he said, "Sit
up straight, slave." I did as he ordered, while I continued to
bounce up and down on his cock. I realized that this way my sore
ass cheeks slapped harder against his flesh, and it hurt. But I saw
him smiling and I knew that that was exactly what he wanted.
With one hand he started to play with my dick, while the other
hand toyed with my still-tender nipples. "Put your hands behind
your head, slave." I lifted my bound hands behind my head, which
tightened the muscles in my arms and stomach and chest. "Yeah,
slave. That looks great." His hand caressed my body as he started
stroking my hot cock.
Shortly he told me, "Come on, slave, do it harder." I could
feel my blood starting to boil, and I was breathing heavily as I
began jamming my ass down onto him.
"OOOHH, God, Sir! That feels so good!" I pushed harder on every
thrust, and my burning ass cheeks slapped against his flesh every
time. "SLAP! ... SLAP! ... SLAP! ... SLAP!" I felt his
pubic hair rubbing my tender skin each time I hit bottom.
He stroked me faster. "Come on, slave! Do it!!" My arms and
chest and stomach strained, and I was gasping for breath as I
pounded up and down on him. This was hard work! "You've gotta cum
at the same time!"
He pinched one sore nipple, and I responded, "UUUUGGGHHHH!!!" He
thrust his hips up into me on every stroke! I felt his cock head get
hot inside of me and I jammed myself down onto him. He pinched my
other nipple. "OOOHHHH!!! FUCK!!!"
Then he came -- and I felt his hot jizz spurt into me, over
and over, and it coated my guts! He groaned, and squeezed my
throbbing prick and beat it faster -- and I came, too!!! I spurted
across his chest -- and onto his tight stomach -- again and again!!
And I kept bouncing on him.
But eventually he told me, "Stop, slave." I just sat there
with his pulsing dick embedded in me, and the sweat ran down my
sides as I gasped for breath. He milked my cock a little and then
lifted his hand up to my mouth. I carefully licked all my cum from
it.
When I was done, he said, "Get up, slave."
I eased myself upwards and his softening dick slipped out of
me. "OOhhhhh." I hated to lose it.
He looked down at his stomach. "It's a mess, slave. You'd
better clean that up, too." I knew that was an order so I dropped
my hands down in front of me and leaned forward, and started to lick
my cum off his chest and stomach. When it was clean, he pushed my
head down into the hair at his cock, and I licked up the rest of his
cum there.
Then he told me, "My cock, too."
I screwed up my face and hesitated -- his cock just came out of
my asshole!
"Smack!" His hand slapped my face.
"Don't think about it, slave. Just do it!!"
"Yes, Sir." I quickly took his half-hard dick into my mouth,
and laved my tongue around it and sucked the slimey stuff off it.
When I was finally done I lay back to rest. He rolled over
against me and kissed me, long and slow, and I kissed him back.
"That's very good, slave. You came twice in one hour."
I just smiled. "Yes, Sir. I haven't done that in a long
time."
He laughed. "Neither have I." He reached down and found my
softening dick. "I guess you just bring out the animal in me,
slave."
"I'm glad, Sir." What could I say?
We lay there quietly for a few more minutes, and then he kissed
me once more and unclipped my wrists. "The game's over, Larry.
You can go take a leak now."
"Thank you, Sir."
We both laughed at that. "See, Larry? You're learning."
I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little, and then I came
back and we got dressed. I had to be careful with my sore ass and
tender nipples.
Then we got in the car and he took me home. As he drove away,
I was thinking of ways I could keep my girl friend from seeing the
marks on my body, and wondering what she would say if I told her
I was thinking about moving in with him.