My Master's Slave

Chapter One-6

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Remember, I’m not gay.”

“Hey, once you’ve done the dirty deed it doesn’t matter anymore. But, don’t worry about that. It won’t be the only humiliating thing you will do as my slave. You’ll find that I will enjoy embarrassing and demeaning you every chance I get, especially in public. It goes with the territory.

“You’ll wear women’s clothing everyday – sometimes just that fancy underwear that you like so well and sometimes even more. You’ll like that though, won’t you, slave?”

“I don’t know, maybe, Master. It depends on what you make me wear and where I have to wear it.”

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough. So what did you have planned for the weekend before all this transpired?”

“Not much. Maybe a little partying. Nothing important I guess, since I don’t have a girlfriend anymore.”

“Good. We’ll be going to Chicago for a couple of days. We’ll leave right after your last class tomorrow. What time are you through?”

“I’m out at three.”

“Good that gives us plenty of time. There’re a few things we’ll be taking care of while we’re in the city. Now why don’t you go clean up the kitchen before we continue?”

As I started picking up the dishes I asked, “Was everything satisfactory, Master?”

“You did alright, kid. I’m impressed. I think you’ll work out just fine.”

It wasn’t long and my chores were done. Everything was cleaned up and put away.

“Slave,” he yelled, “come in here. I’ve been thinking about your new life and it has made me rather horny.”

I walked into his bedroom and he lay naked on the bed. He was stretched out on his back totally flat except for his left leg which was drawn up towards his ass. But between his legs his mighty erection stood waiting for me.

I thought of turning around and running. What could he actually do to me if I did? I could be out of the house and away from this pervert in just a few minutes. As those thoughts raced through my mind, I thought of the slave collar and the heavy irremovable ball stretcher. Did he really have a videotape of me doing all those things earlier? If he did, would he send it to my parents or maybe even put it on the internet and the college website? Was he trying to blackmail me?

Reluctantly I asked, “How can I serve you, Master?”

“I think I’d like to f**k that cute little ass of yours again. It’s so nice and tight. God, it felt so good when I did it earlier. But first I want you to suck on me a little more. Lick my balls and then make my c**k big and hard just the way you like it. Make sure you get it nice and wet.”

Shit! I couldn’t believe he wanted to screw me again. Not so soon! He could at least let me get used to the idea, but maybe I’ll never get used to it. Maybe I can just look at it as one of those disgusting things you have to do to keep your job. Besides, I’m still sore from the first time earlier this afternoon. Reluctantly I climbed up on his bed and slid between his legs.

There sticking up before me was a c**k that put mine to shame. It was a full eight inches long or a little better and nearly two inches in diameter. I’m not a very big guy so my little pecker was less than half the size of his.

I caressed his full, firm jewels and sucked his long c**k. I let my fingers softly rub his asshole and secretly imagined shoving something cruelly up it.

“Come on; get up here on your knees.” Unwillingly I changed positions and readied for his next assault. “I hope you got me moist enough, because that’s all the lube you’re going to get. Besides, I like my s*x rough.”

He pushed his huge c**k against my tightly squeezed asshole and rammed it in hard as I knelt in a doggie position. I bit into the pillow and silently screamed as he tore into me. My asshole burned with his second solid thrust as he drove it in as far as it could go. Without any hesitation he started to f**k me. He jammed it in and backed it out with the force of a battering ram. God, it hurt. Every stroke slammed in with a vengeance. Harder and harder he pounded my dark hole like a jack hammer on a blacktop street.

“Take that you fuckin’ little c**k-sucking w***e!”

I begged and cried from the pain, but it just seemed to turn him on even more. As his violent thrusts continued he brought his right hand around and grabbed my c**k. He dug his nails into my tender flesh and cruelly pulled and twisted my manhood. Suddenly his left hand came around the other side and grasped my balls. With gut-retching force he squeezed, twisted and yanked on my jewels. I was in utter agony as he tried to rip my organs from my groin. After probably ten minutes of this abuse he pulled out without blowing his load in my battered hole.

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me around.

“Finish me off you worthless, ungrateful slut,” he demanded.

As I took his soiled c**k into my mouth he grabbed the back of my head and rammed it deeply into my throat. “It’s about time you learned how to properly suck off your Master. Bend your head back a little and take it, all of it.”

I choked and tried to breathe, but he was determined to jam as much of his prick as possible down my throat. He pounded it into my mouth like there was no tomorrow. Every time he pulled back a little I sucked in a tiny breath of much needed air.

It wasn’t long and his entire c**k was wedging its way down my throat. His balls slammed against my chin as he continued to f**k me. The oral assault went on for several minutes before he blew his heavy load.

Finally, he’d had enough, but while still gripping my hair with one hand he yanked my head up and tightly grabbed my throat with the other.

“The next time I f**k you there had better be no more crying and begging or I’ll definitely give you something to scream about. This is your life now, slave. Enjoy it. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I whimpered with tears in my eyes.

“And if I ever feel one of your teeth on my d**k again, I’ll rip them out one by one. I’ll tie you down and use some vice grips to pull every f*****g last one of them. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Now come here.” He gently pulled me down on the bed next to him and kissed my forehead while tenderly rubbing my back. After a few minutes of his gentleness, he continued, “I know that this has been a lot to swallow your first day on the job, but you’ll catch on shortly. Now come on, let me show you your room.”

Just outside his bedroom in the short hallway leading to his torture chamber there was a door on the left. He pushed a key pad on the wall and the door unlatched with a solid click.

“It’s not very big, but I think you’ll find it quite adequate.”

It was a tiny little room probably only five feet wide and ten feet long. On the left side there was a narrow bed and a stainless steel toilet and sink like you would see in a prison cell as well as a tiny little shower. Across from the bed a fairly large flat screen TV was on the wall with a very narrow table beneath it that could be pulled up to the bed. A wireless keyboard and mouse sat alone on the table. On the end next to the shower were an open closet and a built in set of drawers with a mirror over top. That was it. There was nothing more – no windows, no curtains, nothing. Ordinarily a room like this would be little more than a small closet itself. Now it was my room.

As I looked around I noticed that the door was thick and solid and could only be opened from the outside. There was no inside handle or latch. This was nothing more than a prison cell.

“You’ll find that this is everything you’ll need. You can bring your iPod or whatever, but I will keep your cell phone and allow you to talk to your parents on a regular basis. You can use the computer, but no e-mails can be sent or received from it.

“Other than a couple switches for lights everything is controlled by me from the outside.” As I looked things over, I noticed that the bed had rings at all four corners. It was obviously designed to be used for bondage. The only other thing that immediately caught my eye was a cable from a hoist hanging down from the ceiling.

“Sometimes it’s necessary to restrain my slave,” he commented, noticing the things I was looking at. “Sit down. Let me show you something.” He pushed the remote which turned on the TV and pushed a button on the keyboard. On the large screen a video started playing. It was me and the ordeal that I had suffered earlier today - every last bit of it.

“You see. I wasn’t lying. I’ll doctor the voice later tonight and can easily expose you to your family, your friends and the entire college campus. Hell, I could put it on U-tube, My Space and Face Book so all the world will know your little secret. Is this what you want them to see, especially when you will be begging me to do all those sick, perverted things you seem to like?”

“No, Master,” I answered dejectedly.

“I’m going to leave you here until morning. You can call up the class you missed on the computer or watch some movies. Tomorrow your lights will come on, the alarm will go off and the door will unlatch at seven. Get up and use the bathroom or whatever. Then come into my bed and ask me very nicely to f**k your little p***y. When we’re done you can fix breakfast for us. I’d like two eggs over easy and a couple slices of whole wheat toast. There’s some fresh currant jelly in the fridge. Bring me some orange juice and a cup of coffee. It should be fairly strong with just a touch of milk. Any questions?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good. See you in the morning,” he said as he started to close the door. “Oh by the way…. What’s your name? It’s funny that we’ve been so intimate and yet I don’t even know who you are.”

“It’s Jason… Jason Thompson, sir.”

“Not any more. It’s just slave until I come up with something better.”

The door latched shut so I looked things over quite closely before checking out my class on the computer. For some reason I just didn’t feel like studying. I put on some music from the computer and climbed into bed. I’m not really a very emotional person, but I finally cried myself to sleep. What could I say? It had been one hell of a day.