My Master's Slave

Chapter One-3

“I asked you a question! Are you ready to be my slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then tell me.”

“Master… I want to be your slave.”

“Now ask me nicely.”

“Please, master, will you make me your slave?”

“It’s already done. Come on, finish your lunch and let’s go. I want to take you out to the house and show you around.”

Rather reluctantly I got up from the table and followed him to his car. We drove out of town about three or four miles and turned into a paved driveway. As Phil’s Mercedes pulled up to the large steel gate it swung open and closed after we drove through. We continued for about a mile through the woods before I saw the house. It was beautiful, not overly large but exquisitely done.

Before long we were inside. I was given a very quick tour before being led through the master bedroom and into a large chamber. It was decorated like a medieval dungeon with every torture device imaginable.

“You’ll spend considerable time in here, slave. As you can see, it is designed and furnished to give me the most pleasure. You, however, will not be enjoying your times in here quite as much. Now come along, we have a few things to take care of.”

Something deep inside of me told me to turn around and run as fast as I could. “Get out of here now!” it told me, but I couldn’t. No, that wasn’t the way it was going to be. There was a deep restlessness in my balls. I could sense a strange desire, almost a lust for what he offered. Hidden within my psyche I knew what he would do to me, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Take all your clothes off,” he said nonchalantly as we entered a giant bathroom. On one side was a massive tub and along the other wall was a shower that would easily hold three or four people.

“But, I don….”

“Now, slave!”

Slowly I started to undress. “Aren’t we rushing things just a little?” I asked.

“You just disobeyed my direct order. For that you will be punished. You aren’t starting out very well. Now get those clothes off and be quick about it, or I’ll rip them off and you can go back to the campus totally naked when we’re done here!” he yelled.

After loosening the button on my shorts they fell to the floor. My t-shirt was next before I slid my fingers into the elastic of my boxers. Moments later, I was stark naked.

“Stand up straight, hands behind your head, feet apart….”

He reached down and firmly grasped my balls. I really wanted to protest, but it had already gone too far for that.

“You know these belong to me now.”

I didn’t acknowledge his remark so he squeezed and twisted my gonads until he got the desired response.

The pain was intense as I whispered, “Yes, Master.”

He took hold of my little c**k that was shriveled up and hiding at this point. As he pulled on it, he laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a c**k so small on a grown adult in my entire life. I can’t believe I now own something as worthless as this. Brittany actually let you f**k her with this tiny thing?”

I hung my head in shame.

After releasing his powerful grip he turned to a drawer next to the sink and brought out a set of hair clippers. He plugged them into the wall socket and they began to hum. I didn’t dare move as clumps of pubic hair started falling to the floor. A smile came across his face as he whittled away at my masculinity and noticed a definite enlargement of my c**k. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as he continued. Within seconds he moved up to my arm pits and mowed that away as well.

Finally, he handed me a razor and a can of shaving cream. “Finish up with the clippers and then get in the shower and remove every bit of hair on your body from the neck down – arms, legs, asshole, everything. The only thing you should have left is the hair on your head and your eye brows. Everything else is history. When you’re done with that, take this can of hair remover and cover your entire body. Wait five minutes and then wipe it off with this wash cloth. Shower up and make yourself presentable. There’s deodorant and anything else you’ll need on that shelf. Any questions?”

“No, Master.”

“Oh, when you’re done I’ll do a very close inspection and you’ll receive one lash across your tender little ass with my whip for every hair I find. Now get to it.”

I was in way over my head. I knew it, but didn’t know how to change the inevitable. So without any hesitation I followed his orders. Being blond I didn’t have a lot of hair but the clippers shortened my remaining body hair to skin level. I then lathered up and ran the sharp razor over my chest, down my arms and legs, across my balls and even along the crack of my ass. I rinsed off and took a good look before hitting a few spots a second time. Finally, the spray foam of the depilatory cream finished the job. I made sure that the cream covered every square inch of my body and put it on extra thick. Avoiding his whip was my main priority at this point. It burned a little on my testicles, but it wasn’t that bad. When I was finished and stepped from the shower I looked at myself in a full length mirror. There before me was the body of a pre-pubescent nine year old. No one could ever tell the difference.

I was startled as I heard him speak. “You’ll keep your body that way from now on. No more hair, ever. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“We’ll be making a few more modifications as we go along, but that will come in time. Now turn around, bend over and grab your ankles.”

Reluctantly, I did it. He pushed my feet apart with his shoe as his hands gently rubbed my ass cheeks. He softly ran his hand down my crack and let his fingers lightly caress my asshole. My muscles instantly reacted and clinched it down tight.

“I like your tight little ass. It’s mine as well you know. It belongs to me. Tell me, slave, what this is and who owns it.”

“Master, I told you I’m not gay.”

“No, you aren’t. That’s the way I want it. Most of my slaves have been straight, over-sexed, heterosexual males. It’s more fun making them a slave and owning them. And because you’re my property, I will do whatever I want to you. Now tell me what I asked.”

“It’s my asshole, Master, and it belongs to you,” I mumbled while holding back my tears.

“What did you say, slave? Speak up. I didn’t hear you.”

“It’s my asshole, Master, and it belongs to you,” I said louder and plainer.

“It’s not an asshole any longer. It’s a cunt. It’s a sweet, tight little p***y ready to be f****d. Now tell me what it is.”

“It’s my p***y, Master, and it belongs to you.”

“That’s right. It’s my p***y,” he emphasized as I felt something cool and slick being rubbed on my hole.

“No, please… don’t do this to me. Please don’t. I don’t want to do this. Please Master… don’t.”

Suddenly I felt his finger pushing into my asshole. I squeezed down tight trying to stop his assault or maybe even push it back out. I didn’t want it in there, but he just pushed harder. I immediately let loose of my ankles and started to straighten up when he pushed me back down with his other hand.

“Just relax. Keep your hands on your ankles. It won’t be that bad.”

I heard the snap and zipper of his jeans.

“No, Master, please don’t do that. I don’t want to be f****d. Please, I beg you,” I cried.

“Take it easy. It will be alright. Relax so it doesn’t hurt so much. After all, you’re a virgin, aren’t you? Be proud that you’re giving your Master your sweet, dark cherry.

“Whatever you do, don’t let go of your ankles again or I’ll hang you up by them and beat your balls with a paddle until they’re the size of grapefruits. Trust me; I will do it. I will hurt you. Now just calm down and relax. When you feel me start in, push like you’re taking a really big crap. Open that tiny little p***y way up wide for me.”

Then it happened. His hard c**k was pressing against my rectum. I begged again, but he grabbed my hips and pushed a little harder. Suddenly the massive mushroom shaped head of his male meat bulldozed its way into me.

“N – o – o – o… Oh God no - o! Take it out, please. Take it out. It hurts. Please don’t. I don’t want to do this,” I cried. I wanted to straighten up and get away, but I knew what he would do to me.

He just laughed and after a few moments he slowly continued pushing his big c**k into my ass. Inch by inch it steadily filled me. His pecker went deeper and deeper into my bowels. He’d pull back a little and then push in a little further. God, it hurt. My ass was being ripped apart. I could feel the immense pressure of his penile invasion as he slowly pushed it home. I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks. I moaned just a little as he quickly bumped against me a couple of times just driving it in a little deeper. He rested for a moment before he pulled the monster back. With just the head of his c**k remaining in me he pushed it all the way back in. I moaned again, but he didn’t stop. He pulled back once more and then rammed it back in, this time harder, deeper and faster than before. A steady rhythm began deep inside of me as he f****d my once virgin asshole. Before long he’d pull me back by my hips as he slammed his tool deep inside of me. I could feel his balls swing forward and slam against mine. Most of my immediate pain was gone as he pounded his new p***y deeper and harder.

He continued to f**k me for several minutes when suddenly I realized that I was getting hard. God, why is this happening to me, I thought?

I couldn’t stop it. My c**k was soon fully erect and slippery juices were flowing freely from its tip. Why was the rape of my asshole causing this to happen? Then I realized this wasn’t a rape. I’m letting him do it to me. I’m not bound or chained to anything. I’m standing here of my own free will. I was almost willingly allowing him to f**k me up the ass. But, I still couldn’t understand why I had a boner.

I’ve never had a single thought about guys. I’m straight. I mean I’m in locker rooms with guys standing around with their d***s and balls hanging out for full inspection and have never once thought anything about them. They’re just guys. Their c***s just don’t do anything for me. I love girls. Nice firm not-too-big natural breasts turn me on. I like watching skinny little asses in skin-tight jeans wiggle. I love to f**k and really enjoy eating p***y. I’m not gay. Why is this happening?

He continued sliding his raging rod into me as far as it would go. On and on the pounding continued. God I continued to feel things happening to me. The harder he f****d me the more excited I was getting. “No. Please don’t let this happen,” I silently begged to myself. I thought that I was going to blow as the juices continued to drip from my piss slit.

Then I could feel his actions change as he took shorter, harder strokes. He blew. He filled my bowels with his searing jism. Moans of pleasure escaped his lips. After a moment or two he slowly pulled out of his newly taken p***y.

“God, that was good. You’re so nice and tight. Turn around and get down on your knees.”

“No, Master, please no more. I’ve done what you wanted. Please don’t make me do that too,” I cried.

His c*m-dripping c**k stared me right in the face as he quietly said, “Clean it, slave.”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

I was nearly knocked over as his open hand hit the side of my face, so with tears streaming down my cheeks I took his c**k in my mouth. He rammed it in and out a few times then had me lick and suck it until it was clean. All the c*m, and blood that once covered his mighty d**k were gone.