The night's festivities have come to a close. It's almost midnight. The Master's slaves are downstairs in the rec room. Micheal is still upstairs, as is Tommy. He's still leashed, and he's feeling completely defeated in his mind. How the fuck can this night be any worse, he wonders.
As each guest walks by to speak to the Host of the evening, each one lays a hand, or two, on Tommy. His nipples hurt! And he's been fingered in the mouth a couple times. Then, there was Lady Ann. She groped him like a drunken sailor going at a back alley whore, and purred as she said, “Such pretty jewels to hang on a boy's neck.” Then walked off. Her husband, an obscenely overweight slob, that looked like a greasy haired Ron Jeremy in the ‘Boondock Saints’ movie, said he'd enjoy taking “this bitch to bed”, and asked the Master to seriously consider his offer to buy “the bitch. It'd be a lovely neutered puppy, after all.”
Jamal wasn't much better. He fingered the boy's mouth aggressively, saying he'd make a lovely addition to his personal stable of boy toys. Then said, “I'll double whatever you want for him Keith.” Then he walked off, his slave behind him giving Tommy an icy, cold stare filled with….hatred? Wtf! Tommy thinks. I didn't do shit to that dude.
Finally, all the guests are upstairs, and the Master gives Michael a folded list. It contains the names of slaves and whom said slave is to entertain that night. He then tells Michael he did well tonight, and “proved your value to my household.” Michael blushed, said goodnight to the Master, winked at Tommy, then headed off. A small reward was added to the list, a small surprise for Michael.
The Master takes Tommy to his study, tells the boy to kneel by the sofa. He walks to he wet bar, fixes two drinks. He walks over to sit down, and looks at Tommy. He admires Tommy's body and young looks. Tall, slim, tanned. Blonde hair that's wavy, blue eyes. Yes, he can see what others see in the boy, if he's only seen as a slave, an object. The Master also sees the boy becoming a man in him. The boy that, under better circumstances, could have even been a great man in some way. However, life dealt him a lousy hand, and now he's my property. And he looks rattled. Tonight is the time to take the domination over the boy to a deeper level mentally. He hands a drink to Tommy, and says, “Here Thomas, a small drink. Enjoy it.”
“Thank you Sir,” the boy replies. He sips the drink, coughs a little. He knows a little about whiskey, his mom's dad, while still alive, drank it. Lots of it, so he had a few tastes here and there. He recognized good stuff.
“Thank you Sir,” he says, then asks, “what would happen if one of us used your name?”
He looked at the Master, who smiled, then said, “Are you feeling brave enough to find out Thomas?”
The boy thinks for moment, then answers in negative, adding Sir at the end and trying to make it sound sarcastic.
The Master laughs. “Smart decision Thomas, I'd hate to remove your tongue. Now finish your drink, it's getting late slave.”
Tommy bristles at the word. So wrong to call someone a slave he thinks. A few minutes later, the Master leads Tommy upstairs to His suite.
Downstairs, in the rec room, things are looking more cheerful. Jonathan reads the message, then asks Michael if he read it. He didn't, he knows better. If the Master wanted him to know the contents, He would have told Michael instead of passing the note to him. Jonathan quickly sends the boys named on the list to their respective guest for the night.
He then says, “Listen up guys.” All the boys stop talking, look at him, waiting. Wondering what now?
Clearing his throat, “New assignments . Joey, you're second floor lead. You've been picking up the slack of the others, the Master knew that, so, you're the boy in charge. Tommy and Xander will be joining your team.” Xander's about to ask about Joshua, when Jonathan waves a hand at him.
“Joshua you'll be downstairs working with Ryan in the kitchen. We hear you enjoy baking.”
“Yes!” Joshua says loudy, “I love baking!” He's smiling.
Xander starts laughing, “Is that you call it Joshie? It's more like wrecking the kitchen little brother. More flour on the floor and your face,” he’s laughing hard. The other boys start to giggle.
“Not in my kitchen, he won't, or he'll be mopping the floor 3 times a day,” Ryan says as he pokes Joshua on the nose. He and Joshua had been talking. Joshua enjoyed cooking and baking. Xander admitted his brother was pretty good. And the kitchen staff was short handed since Jonathan had to replace the previous alpha, so a boy was removed from the kitchen.
“Bed time guys. Lights out in 15,” Jonathan said. Then grabbed Micheal, pulled him aside, “Master also said you can share my bed tonight. We're expressly forbidden any fun of certain kinds, as He put it in the note. That means no toys, or anything. But we can cuddle straight boy.” Micheal smiles that grin.
“I'm down for that faggot boy,” and kisses Jonathan, to a few cat calls from others. Everyone knew these two were hot for each other. Jonathan blushes.
Upstairs, in the Master's suite, there's no one laughing. There is a different conversation taking place. The Master has Tommy on his knees. He put ankle cuffs on the boy, attached them to a spreader, his hands cuffed behind his back, some cord tied to the bunkle, then tied to the bar tightly keeping his arms pulled down, forcing Tommy to keep his back straight, unable to slouch.
He has a cloth soaked with amyl nitrite, commonly called poppers. Tommy is forced to inhale the vapors, and feels himself getting sluggish, as the Master's words sink into his mind.
“You will submit Thomas. It's your destiny. You were born to be a slave, my slave, boy. You know it's true.”
The Master is behind the boy, keeping the cloth over his mouth and nose, as He rubs the boy's body, tweaking his nipples.
“Breathe in deep Thomas, let yourself feel free,” Hes says as He grabs the boy's balls, and squeeze them roughly, pulling on them, giving them gentle taps that make Tommy whimper.
Tommy is floating from the vapors. He's feeling so horny now, all he can think about is sucking this man's cock. There's no fighting in his head. He's dripping presume and moans as the Master slaps his balls harder. He's losing the battle, and doesn't care. He just wants to cum. No longer wondering how things can get worse, yet he's about to find out.
Jamal is in his suite, he has his slave bent over, he's caning the boy hard. Angry for the boy's reaction to Tommy earlier. It didn't escape the man's notice.
“How dare you look at another slave with contempt. You think you're better, faggot?”
He lands another viscous impact on his slave, “Do you think you're better than another slave, you worthless whore child of a worthless whore? That's right! You're the child of a whore, and a pathetic whore yourself slave!”
The slave is doing his best to not move or say anything. He knows better. His Master doesn't even expect him to count or says things like “thank you Sir “ after each blow. Jamal is a simple man, he simply expects his slaves to take their punishment without any comments or even crying like a weak bitch. There's tears and some whimpers escaping the boy's mouth, that's acceptable, barely. One cannot punish a boy and expect absolute silence, not if it's done properly.
The boy's ass is marked. More lines, some may even be permanent. This didn't bother Jamal, it was a major turn on, knowing he gave his slaves such mementos to remind them of past transgressions. His body is trembling from the pain. His mind is in shambles. He wants to beg for mercy, he knows that'll make things worse. His ass is on fire. Not just any kind of fire, an atomic fueled explosion of pain, of pins and needles all over. Each hit crosses or touches previous blows, igniting every nerve and making them go into overdrive.
Finally, the slave sees the cane dropped to the ground. Then, Jamal grabs the boy the hair, pulls his head, and slaps him hard, cruelly, on his right cheek.
“You embarrassed me slave. You created the impression I can't control what is mine!” He slaps the boy again, then releases him. Then walks to the pen holding the three boys that he bought. Their feeling scared as hell. They've seen some brutal punishments, like Tommy's, however, they've never seen such anger released before.
He unlocks the door, looking at his new whore boys, then says, pointing at Frank, “You, boy, take that bitch,” he gestures at his beaten slave on the floor, quietly crying, “to the bathroom, clean him up. I believe your previous owner has some ointment in there, apply it. No unnecessary talking!”
Frank is visibly shaking as he says, “Y…y…yes Sir, m..m..a..master Sir.” He tries to move quickly, but he's shaking so hard he can barely control himself. As he passes by Jamal, he feels the man's hand touch his shoulder, and fights off an urge to pull away, but looks at Jamal. Jamal smiles warmly.
“Don't be fearful my whore boy. You all are going to be okay. I said you'd all be safe and I mean that. Now go on slave, tend to the other whore, now.”
Frank quickly moves, helps the boy up and walks to the restroom.
Cuddling, holding each other tightly under the blanket and sheets, two boys are having an intimate conversation, between kisses. Jonathan and Micheal are happy guys, almost forgetting their slaves. If it wasn't for the cages keeping their dicks secured and unable to harden, they'd be in absolute bliss. As it stands, they're making the best of the situation.
Micheal licks Jonathan's neck, right under his left ear, as he rubs the alpha's tummy, “Just take it off faggot. No one will know little master.”
“He'll know Mikey. You know there's cameras every where.”
“Ugh! He can be quite, imaginative in His fun with us. Damn I want that big cock mister.”
Jonathan smiles, “Such a slutty bitch, my straight boy.” and laughs.
“Does He actually watch everything? Or does He make you do it?”
“I'm not sure, I do know He sells some. He sold copies of Tommy's ordeal. Your's too.”
Micheal's face is a look of pure shock. “He's not concerned it'll get out, people might recognize one of us?”
“Really straight boy? No. He's not. So many people posting videos nowadays. Who'd notice? And I know my parents aren't looking for me. Anyone looking for you?”
Micheal smiles, “Maybe a few girls with babies! You know, child support and all,” he says with a laugh.
Jonathan giggles, “Sure cock whore, sure. Keep telling yourself that, especially tomorrow night when my cum is filling your hole bitch.”
“Promises, promises! I'll probably have to settle for Joey you know. Not like anyone has asked me to be his date, you know how you guys are, fuck a gurl and move on…”
Jonathan kisses him then bites the boy's lip a little harder than he should have.
“Ouch! You brut”, he says, acting girlish.
“You'll be my date straight boy, or I'll use my new whip on you! Now, let's get some sleep.”
“Yes sir, little master sir.” Micheal says as he lays his head on Jonathan's chest, kissing it gently.
Jonathan closes his eyes at the feeling of the kiss, letting out a soft sigh. He's in faggot bliss. Here he is, laying bed with sexy guy. A guy, that under normal circumstances, would never deign to look at, much less even befriend a faggot like him. Yes, he might have willingly become a slave for life, and he was happy with that outcome. However, having this amazing guy in bed with him was nothing he ever thought he'd get in life.
“Love you Micheal.”
Micheal had already drifted off to sleep.
Jonathan was truthful when he told Michael that the Master sold recordings. There's millions of people that pay good money for stuff He recorded, for any number of reasons. In most cases, the people buying them were older, submissive men that had fantasies involving these scenes. They lived vicariously through these videos they purchased. Jerking off to the sights they saw, wishing they were the boy being abused. And the Master was making another masterpiece for them.
He had Tommy's head swimming with amyl nitrite vapors, and the boy had no fight left. The Master had several cords tied around his balls, with the ends tied off in different angles. One to the spreader bar, 2 others to to his ankles. One pulled up to the collar. Each cord piece was tight. If Tommy tried moving his hips, or any other body part, his balls got pulled on. It hurt. Tommy had to stay still or risk stretching his balls badly.
Then, the Master kept making him sniff the vapors, never allowing enough time for the clouds in his mind to clear out.
“That's it slave. Open up, take it all.”
He's fucking the boy's mouth with an 8 inch, smooth dildo. Plowing it down into his throat and pushing it in as deep as possible.
“That's it slave. Take it all. Or I'll shove a bigger one down your throat boy,” He pulls it out, and slams it back in. Over and over. Then makes Tommy take more inhales, instantly followed with the dildo.
“I know you've been trying to think of how to get away Thomas, you need to understand who has all the power here boy. It's not you!!” He says as He slams the dildo deep into his mouth. Tommy is choking, barely keeping his breath. His mind is broken. He's beyond broken. He'll do anything to make this end. The dildo comes out, he starts breathing.
“Please, no more…please…”
“Breath in boy!” the Master says, holding the cloth over his nose. Tommy obeys, he's being mindfucked, mouth and throat fucked, dragging him into total submission. He's shaking, his balls are aching horribly. And the dildo goes back in, pulled out, back in. Hard, rough thrusts into his very soul, stabbing it, killing his dreams of freedom, of escape, with each thrust.
“Please what, Thomas, more? You enjoying this faggot?”
A small part of him is enjoying this, mainly because he's high on the vapors. They're a good tool in the manipulation of a young mind. But, he tries shaking his head no as he's gagging, this just causes his balls to get pulled on viscously. Fuck that hurts! He's definitely not a masochist, always finding the path that has least resistance and little to no pain or discomfort. The path he's been trying to take since his abduction has had little comfort and lots of pain.
The only times he's felt comfort here is when he's just being…a willing participant. That doesn't hurt. Finally he feels the dildo removed.
“Breath slow Thomas. Catch your breath,” the Master says, “We'll continue in a minute.”
“Please Master, no more,” he says, tears streaming down his face, “I'm your slave Sir. I understand that. I can't take any more of this. Please Sir, please…”, the boy is crying.
The Master looks at him, and says, “Why should I trust you Thomas? I know you've been looking for a chance to run away. I noticed you watching, calculating. Why should I trust you? I'm not a fool boy. I think it's best I sell you to Jamal, or Lady Ann and her husband.” He looks at Tommy. The boy is trembling, tears flowing down his cheeks, and sniffling. He's reaching that point of no return. He'll either snap, lose it completely and say things that can't be unsaid. That's a guaranteed ticket elsewhere. Or, he'll go the other way. So the Master grabs a roll of tape, starts pulling on it to unroll a length.
“As A matter of fact, let's just shut you up boy. I don't want to hear you talking while I think. He tapes the boy's mouth up. Starts untying cords as He continues.
“I could make a lot money starting a bidding war between them you know. I'd make a lot of money Thomas. Jamal, well, he'll take you personally for a couple years. After he's bored with you because your hole is so ruined he won't even need to use spit, you'll be so loose, he can park his entire estate inside your ass, boy. He has no empathy for his slaves. And after he's done with you, you'll be sent to a place where you'll service his personal soldiers. Man. Talk about being gangbanged Thomas. Those boys can be fucked over 30 times a day, every day, every month. All year long, year after year.”
He looks at the boy, having loosened his balls. Tommy can feel them sighing, relaxing, feels the pain lessening.
“Then there's Giovanni, the greasy haired man and his sociopathic wife, Lady Ann. Now those two, what a dynamic duo of masterful sadism, they can, and will, do horrible things to you boy. They'd castrate you Thomas. Ann, she's not a fan of men at all. Raped multiple times as child, she's been on a mission to destroy every male she can. She'll castrate you and use extremely large objects on your ass. Cruelly. The more you suffer, the more she makes you hurt in ways and places you never knew you had, the more she enjoys it Thomas. Her slaves have a very short lifespan. And her husband, he's not much better, faggot.”
The Master gently rubs the boy's tears away in an almost loving, thoughtful manner.
“Giovanni, he likes extreme puppy objects. He's had lower limbs removed, extreme brainwashing to take away your personality, your memories, your very humanity. You'd live your life walking on nubs, only barking, unable to speak because you'll be so brainwashed and mentally transformed, you'll barely comprehend words, except sit, come, fetch…you know. Dog commands. Pissing and shitting outside, another destroyed boy to lick you clean after, and of course, you'll lick him clean after he shifts. Eating, drinking from bowls.”
He walks off to the bathroom. Tommy is cold. Inside he's lost hope. He's lost his mind in the horrors dancing in his head. He's frozen stiff in terror. He barely notices the Master returning with a towel. He sits down in front of Tommy, towel on His lap.
“Of course, either way, you'd never see Joshua again. He'll forget about you in time. He's mine already. He's a natural born slave Thomas. He has wanted this since he realized what and whom he is. Plus, his brother is here. And, he's mine too. He's coming around, he's a natural born slave too, he just hasn't realized it. So, they'll go on and be happy here. They'll forget you, and you? Well, if Jamal gets you, you'll at least have your memories of Joshua, until the nightmares take over. With the other couple seeking you, you won't even remember what you once had and lost. Lost because you were too damm stupid and hardheaded to submit to me.”
He cleans Tommy's face, kisses his forehead, then removes the tape. Looks at Tommy.
“Anything to say?”
Tommy looks at him, and lowers his head, looking down, “You're my Master, Sir. I pledged that, yes, I've been thinking what you said. I'm not…no. I'm new to this Sir. I'm scared Sir….” he starts crying. The Master walks to behind him, releases his arms. He hands Tommy the towel as He sits back down.
“I actually believe you Tommy. I'm happy that you're going to stay here boy. Joshua will be very over-joyed too, and the others also.” the Master answers.
Tommy cries some more, “I'm…I'm…ohh god, I'm losing Joshua Sir, he doesn't care about me anymore.” He cries into the towel.
“Nonsense boy! Just keep being the guy that holds him. I don't mind my slaves loving each other. Even keep acting like the boy that's fighting against his tormentor. Just, don't be stupid and try to think you can save him. He doesn't need saving. You need it Thomas. Now. You're going to suck my cock boy. Then it's bedtime.”
He stands up, pulls His cock out, and Tommy looks at him, takes the cock in his hands, and starts sucking it. The Master, still feeling the need to be dominant in His use and training of Tommy, slowly puts a hand on his head, grabbing a handful of hair, and starts fucking the hapless boy's abused throat. In a few hard thrusts, He's got every inch of His 9 inch, thick cock buried in Tommy.
“That's it's slave! Take it all faggot.” He now has both hands holding the boy's hair, He's plowing the slave's throat like a flashlight toy. Tommy's eyes roll back, and he just let's it happen. He's been defeated completely. He's a slave now in his own mind. Far from a perfect slave, no such creature exists. He's becoming a tamed, wild caught gay boy with no other choices. He understands this now. And getting throat fucked like a 2-bit crack whore was the what took him into his subspace, where he found himself, and accepted the he's forever nothing but a boy in Bondage until the day he dies.
The Master feels Tommy's throat open and accept His dick. He feels Tommy's body relax, feels, as much as He senses, Tommy's body releasing the tension that's been in him. As the Master invades to boy's throat, Tommy softly moans, even a little purr in his throat. The Master smiles, and changes His tactics.
“That's it Tommy. Suck my dick. Show me what a good boy you can be. Yes, that's it.”
He let's Tommy take ahold of His dick and do what he wants to pleasure his Master. He continues with His praise and kind words.
“Yes. You're so hot boy. You look hot sucking my dick Tommy. I can see why Joshua loves you. You're such a good boy…”
In Tommy head, he's feeling pride and even giddy. He loves hearing the Master praise him. It makes him feel good, feel appreciated, and wanted. Only one other person ever made Tommy feel these things, Joshua. As much as Tommy wanted to protect Joshua and keep getting those feelings from him, he now understood he needed to feel protected too, and this man, this powerful, dominant, and…yes, superior man made Tommy feel safe.
“That's it my beautiful, young stud muffin, suck my cock. Damn you're so good Tommy. I'm going to cum boy. Take my cum my little prince!”
And He grabs Tommy's hair, and starts unloading into the boy's mouth. Tommy looks up at Him as he feels the cum hitting his throat and tongue. Fuck me! Tommy thinks, it's so good. He swallow it blissfully. As the Master pulls out, He looks down at Tommy, and Tommy, having heard things said by the boys, speaks quietly, “Thank You Sir for allowing me to service you Sir. I am grateful for being yours Sir, I mean that….”
The Master looks at him, runs a hand through his hair. He gazes at the young…man, yes, he just entered manhood with that statement, leans down and kisses the boy passionately.
After kissing him, “I'm going to release you from the bar. Go to the bathroom and clean up. You'll sleep here, in my bed with me Tommy. Tomorrow night, you boys get to have a party. You'll have the entire night with Joshua in your arms, and afterwards, you'll have each other in bed. You have earned that,” He concludes as He frees Tommy's feet and let's him stand up.
