Tommy awakens, and is actually feeling slightly better. Still in pain, just better. His ass actually feels much better. Thank god for that, he thinks. A few minutes later, Luke enters, “Hey Tommy, how you feeling?”, he asks the boy.
“Sore, hurting, hungry, tired.” No sense in saying better!
“You have breakfast waiting. Oatmeal! Yummy huh?”
“I hate oatmeal.” He says, “It's bleh!”
Luke smiles, and says, “I guess you can….just eat the fruit!”
And Tommy groans. Ugh. “Fine, I'll eat the oatmeal.” And I guess fruit juices too…he figures.
“Coffee?” and Tommy's mouth waters.
“Yes!” Luke turns, and walks off. He returns with a tray, and grabs a hospital bedside table, and sets the boy up to eat. He winces, and takes a deep breath.
“You'll get something for the pain shortly. No more of the good stuff. The Master's stingy with that.” And Luke smiles, then laughs. More groans from the boy.
“And you'll be seeing him shortly. Just a heads up. He knows you're awake.” Tommy doesn't like hearing that, and suddenly feels something different in his penis as he shifts more in the bed sitting up, mainly from discomfort. He reaches down, and feels..
“What the fuck is that in my dick?”
“It's called a catheter buddy. Didn't want you wetting the bed while you slept.” Luke replies. Tommy is mortified. Another indignation he's forced to live through.
“Fuck!” He says.
“You were pumped full of a lot of fluids, didn't want you trying to walk around half doped up. It's normal procedure. No big deal.”
“Maybe not for you!”
Luke laughs, and says, “We can remove it after you eat buddy, just leave it alone. There's a ballon on it holding it in place. You don't wanna rip that out.” He smiles, and walks off. Tommy's envisioning his penis being ripped in half by a balloon inside it. Suddenly, he's not so hungry.
Downstairs, the gaggle of house slaves are starting their breakfast. Again, Xander is forced to make a late appearance, which causes everyone to notice him walking in. They also notice he's walking slightly off.
Michael, also feeling it in his butt, laughs, and says, “I'm glad I'm not the only one with a beat up hole!” This causes laughter, and humiliation in the boy.
“Its not funny..” he whines. But smiles. He knows they're teasing, and is starting to sense some feelings of jealousy in several of the boys. That makes him feel pride in being the boy the Master is taking to His bed.
Joshua isn't really paying attention. He wants to eat and run off to see Tommy. H8e's been concerned all night, and had some rough dreams of seeing Tommy whipped.
“Ok guys,” Jonathan says, “The other masters arrive today, we're all expected to be present, lined up. You guys know the routine. Xander, Joshua, Master will explain later. So. After breakfast, we're going to make sure everything, and I mean everything!, is clean, polished, and ready for the Master's guest. And as always, do not speak to their slaves!”
There's several groans, however, the boys will do as expected, not in fear of being punished. That's too simple. Their reason is deeper, the need to make their Master happy, to ensure He shines and is seen as a great man before His peers. That's the pride these slaves feel for Him, and the love.
Shortly after, Joshua is downstairs, chatting with Tommy. “You should have seen my brother's butt yesterday Tommy! He got caned by the Master. And this morning, he was walking funny,” he giggles, “It was soo hot Tommy!”
Hot? Fuck. I knew he had some weird fantasies, but damn! Outloud, “I bet baby boy.” Yea, Tommy is picking up on the subtle clues Joshua is giving off. I'm losing him to this insanity. God I hope Xander's not falling for this shit. He's about to say something, when they hear Jonathan say, as he enters their space, “Tommy, you're coming with me. The Master wants to see you. Joshua, you go get back to work. Move it!”
“Ok alpha,” Joshua says, then kisses Tommy, “See you later!” No daddy? Tommy thinks, no big guy? Ugh! Of course, that's not the worst part, as he stands up, Jonathan holds up cuffs, and states, “You're going to get cuffed, don't fight me on this!” Fuck me! Tommy says with exasperation in his head.
Tommy gets led into the Master's study. He's cuffed. He was told that he will kneel, he will keep his eyes down, and he will not utter a sound or move. And he will only speak if given permission. Jonathan finished up with, “Be smart Tommy. Don't give the Master a reason to make things worse for you.” Tommy didn't deign to reply. However, he did do exactly as instructed. He could be smart, and self-preservation is a strong emotion.
The Master, who was a good at making a person wait, and do so in a way to make the person feel as if he's insignificant, was sitting on His sofa, playing actual solitaire, with real cards, and just flatly ignored the boy. Completed a game, shuffled His cards, and started playing another hand. Not once did He look at, acknowledge, or even hint at the presence of Tommy.
Tommy was getting antsy. His patience was already wanning, and this was not helping him. Nor was it helping his anger over this. The struggle to do as told was being challenged by the urge to scream out, and make the Master take notice of him. Luckily, his body kept reminding his brain that upsetting this particular man has painful consequences.
After about 20 minutes, the Master looks at the boy, and says, “Good morning Thomas. I hope you're feeling better.” Thomas? What the fuck? Only my mom says that.
“It's Tommy. And no, I'm not really feeling better.” He says as he glares at his tormentor. The Master simply smiles and says, “It's Thomas boy, that's the name your mother gave you. Be proud of that! Wear it with pride boy. The name given to you by the woman that gave birth to you, then threw you out after what her boyfriend did to you.”
That cut right into Tommy's heart, his pride, and the very core of his being. He almost got a word out, however he was beat to the punch, “Abandoned by your father as a child, left with a mother that fucked horrible replacements, raped by one, and then blamed for it. My my.” The Master's stare is beating down the glare of Tommy. He glances down, feeling pathetic, unwanted, and feels hopelessness settling in.
“Forced onto the streets. Living in alleyways, sleeping next to dumpsters, living in fear of the other men on the streets seeing you as an easy target for their own sexual desires. Unable to protect yourself, much less Joshua. What a failure boy!”
And Tommy has tears running down his cheeks, and tries to hit the Master back, “Yea. I had to worry about some dudes that wanted sex, but, I never thought I had to worry about getting taken by another kind of man!” He says as he looks back up and tries to restore his glare. The Master laughs.
“Yea, true boy. But yet, I've put a roof over your head, fed you, and want to make you feel safe, all in exchange for some obedience in return.”
“You want more than obedience!”
“True boy. I do. After all, nothing is free, is it, Thomas?” The way he says Thomas makes Tommy feel like a little kid being lectured. “And Thomas, if you don't start using Master and saying Sir, I'm going to cut your balls off!”
That comment sent a very cold chill down the boy's back, and it landed, hard, in his balls. They scrambled to climb back inside his belly. He looked at the man, saw His matter of fact face, and thought, He means that!
“Yes Sir. Sorry, Master,” he says in utter defeat.
“Remember Thomas, you accepted my ownership yesterday, you said I'm your Master. You bonded that yesterday on your knees while taking what I fed you.” He said that with steel and the assurance of a man in total control, “You better keep your word, understood?”
In a voice still conveying utter defeat, he replies again, “I will Master.” And he cries.
The Master stands up, grabbing a tissue off the coffee table, hands it to Tommy, and says with a kinder tone, “You can have a good life here Thomas. Friends, great sex, fun times, and yes, hard work too, but, that's all part of any life, right? It's your choice. You can choose to be living in a hell of your own making, or, you can live in relative comfort with privileges. The latter is an easier choice Thomas. Xander understands this, as does Joshua. You will too.” He concludes gently running His fingers through the boy's hair.
“I understand Sir. I don't want to live in hell, Sir.”
“No one does, boy. Now! You will spend the next couple of days at my side, Thomas. There's a few reasons. The important one is what matters the most. I have 10 guests arriving today. Each one will have a slave with him. 10 boys. And I want you to see exactly how these boys are treated, and how far some have been dehumanized. And look at my slaves, your brothers in Bondage, Thomas. Notice the differences, see how they suffer, and learn to be grateful that you're not in their place, see how happy my slaves are compared to the utter misery in some of the others. Also, while you're doing that, remember, that was to be your fate slave, until I decided to show you some mercy Thomas. And show me some gratitude my street urchin.”
“Thank you Master,” Tommy says. Fuck me this man thinks He's doing me a favor! But, maybe He is. There were some guys that said they were gonna rape me and leave me to die. God they were horrible, old, stinky…not that I was smelling any better.
Tommy's tears wear drying up. Emotionally, he was spent. His mind was cracking under this pressure, he hurt all over. Nothing for the pain yet. Fuck, this bites “Now, I know you're tired, and hurting slave. I also hope we're going to become good friends, right?” He looks at the boy. Tommy just nods softly. The Master looks down at the boy, motioning for his hands. Tommy holds them up, and the Master quickly removes them, saying, “Good. I knew you'd see things my way Thomas. I'll be sending you back down to Luke and as a small reward for your behavior this morning during this talk, I'll allow him to give you a nice pill to help that pain you feel. Sound nice?”
“Ohh yes Sir! Thank you Sir!” And then, somehow, Luke appeared right then. He had a small glass of water and a pill, gave them to Tommy, then led him from the study, smiling at the Master, and says, “He'll come around. Michael did.” Then leaves with the hapless boy in tow.
As he takes Tommy back to the infirmary, Luke says, “Hey Tommy, I hope you really do try to fit in here. Joshua needs you. The Master isn't so cruel that he'd take away something special between two of us. Hell, He'll even pair some of us up if He sees some spark between two guys. He did that for the alpha and Michael. “
“Yippee for them”, Tommy says sarcastically.
“Are you really that stupid Tommy? You're not in a battle you can win here boy. You have nothing. No bargaining chips, except your body and submission. And those can be taken by force. Don't forget your last couple of days, especially the 24 hours in the dungeon. That can be repeated, over and over, and, “ Luke looks at the boy, “ over again. You'll eventually be broken so badly, you'll serve no purpose for Him accept being a labour, a beast of burden on the farm. That's not exactly a nice place. I've treated some people there. They suffer. The guy that runs the farm, he's as bad as they come. Even the devil gets advice from that asshole. Wise up Tommy!”
Tommy just looks down, tears still rolling down his face. Muttering something about God must hate him. Luke says, “If God hated you, you'd still be on the streets, probably getting gang raped. I heard that a gang of guys was hunting you down the night you were taken. No. God saved you and saw to it you were put where you belong boy. You're safe here. It isn't perfect, by any means, but it's better than the alternative. “
They enter the infirmary, Luke leads Tommy to a bed, a real bed, and helps him settle in, and Tommy asks him, “How long did it take you to accept this? How long before you just gave up any hope?”
Luke looks at the boy, smiles a very beautiful grin, laughs softly, “I'm here willingly Tommy. I wanted to be a slave. I was born for this. As was Joshua, by the way. Jonathon, Billy, several of us wanted this. And we all came here on our own accord. I'm happy Tommy. I'm living the life of my dreams. “
Tommy just stared at the man. “Now, get some rest. In a few hours, you'll be needed.” He turns and walks away, leaving Tommy to think as he drifts off to a slumber filled with boys, slaves, and other unspeakable acts that terrorize his dreams.
Downstairs, another meeting of the minds was taking place. Joshua and Xander were in the Master's study, sitting, of all places, on the sofa. The Master, seated comfortably in a plush chair, looked at the brothers and was thinking, they're such a beautiful pair. A definite valuable addition to his household.
“Joshua, I expect you to help Tommy with his transition here. Help him adjust, or his life here will not be…pleasurable. Understand me?”
Joshua simply nods, saying, “Yes Master.” Joshua was in awe of the man, and fearful of Him. Joshua, as a natural born submissive, recognized a natural superior alpha. And instincts took over in him. He knew his place, knew he was born for this, although Xander never could understand that about his twin. They may look identical, even sound alike, but deep down in their core, they were as different as possible. Joshua wanted this, Xander wanted to run away screaming and forget the past few days ever happened. Except, a big part of him was starting to enjoy the sex. What the fuck, he thought. I'm sick!
“Xander, you will help him too. You boys don't want me regretting my kindness in allowing him to stay. That'll be bad for you all.” Xander, glaring at the man who was turning him into something different, simply said, “Yes Sir.” He learned his lesson after the caning he received. Fuck that hurt! I can't imagine what that dumbass Tommy went through.
“Good boys. Now. I have guests arriving today. You two, and Tommy will be at my side. I enjoy showing off new acquisitions. They'll be here shortly. I expect good behavior, that's directed at you Alexander. Don't push me on this, or you'll really get a caning that'll make last night feel like a massage.”
“I promise I'll be good Sir. I don't want that again…Sir.” he says somewhat sarcastically. The Master just smiles, and quickly makes a calculated decision that will further pull Xander into his new life while stripping away the fight inside him.
“Xander, come here and pull out my cock slave.” Xander glares at Him momentarily, then gets up and approaches the man, almost forgetting to say the proper response, and quietly says, “Yes Master.”
Xander gets on his knees, glances at Joshua, blushes, then, starts opening the man's pants and fishes out His dick, taking it in his hands, slowly he starts licking it, as he looks up at the Master, who's smiling with approval and just. This helps Xander relax, and he starts sucking the massive tool.
Joshua is mesmerized. He's watching his own brother suck a big thick cock like he's been doing it for years. He almost screams when he witnesses Xander deep throat the cock, and feels jealousy hit. He wanted that big alpha tool too. He was gping crazy on the inside. Meanwhile, the Master is watching Joshua. Seeing the boy's lust and desires take over. Excellent, He thinks.
“Come here Josh, next to Xander.” Joshua didn't need to be told twice, he moved fast, licking his lips with the desire only a faggot can understand. He quickly joins his brother, and they both start taking turns sucking the Master's cock. He's enjoying this immensely. Seeing these petite twin brothers giving Him such pleasure, it is indescribable.
He grabs Xander's hand, placing it onto his brother's head, holding Xander's hand and grabbing Joshua by the hair, He starts thrusting into the boy's mouth, taking the boy's throat aggressively as He looks down at Xander Xander is looking at his Master, and blushes as the Master says, “So beautiful.”
He continues to take Joshua's throat, burying His shaft down the boy's oral passage, feeling it grip Him, pulling Him in deeper. Joshua's eyes are practically rolled back into his head. He's in faggot heaven. This is his element. Xander is holding his brother's head steady as he watches. And it suddenly dawns on him, this is how he looks when taking the Master's cock. He sees himself clearly through the sight in front of him. And it turns him on. He feels that ache that he's learning to recognize.
The Master pulls from Joshua's mouth, the boy whimpers as He offers it to Xander, who opens up immediately. The Master quickly claims the throat and continues. He looks at Joshua, looking up at Him. He mouths ‘go on’ while nodding at the boy.
Joshua grabs his brother's hair and pushes him further down the Man's shift. Joshua speaks in Xander's ear, almost whispering, “Yea big brother, take Master's dick in your throat. You look so hot Xandie with that big cock in your throat.’ Xander is feeling things he's never experienced. Lust, sexual lust for a dick, this Man's dick specifically. And a new found understanding of his twin. His obsession with cock, with dominant guys.
Joshua looks up at Master and sees approval in the Man's eyes. So he tightens his grip and says, in his brother's ear, “You're a slut like me Xandie,” he leans in closer, “A cum slut like me big brother, a faggot like me.” He giggles then nibbles on Xander's ear. Xander's whole body shudders. He feels cum drip from his cock. And just then, the Master pulls outvand shots cum all over both boy's faces.
Xander is shocked, to say the least. Hot, gooey gobs of cum splatter on his face. He wasn't expecting this. As he starts recovering from the shock of the moment, he gets ready to say something to the Man that just coated him in cum, he opens his mouth, and the Master shoves 2 cum covered fingers into the boy's mouth, and says, “No talking my little bratty slave, clean me up.”
[Author's note: sorry for the time between chapters. Been busy, and have been wondering where to take the story. And I've been making a return to my using online stumping grounI'an terrorizing submissive boys lol. I'm enjoying writing it! Hope you wonderful reader are enjoying it too. Comments welcome and will be replied too. Thank you for your patience. Several more chapters coming up.]
