My master attached a lean to my collar and lead me out of the slave quarters, through his house and upstairs. He brought me into a large room that was clearly designed for fucking. Specifically fucking slaves. It wasn’t romantic it wasn’t sensitive in a dark 50 shades of gray sense. It was clear that this room had one purpose, to use his property.
Inside the room was every sexual device imagine, Every restraint thinkable and something to allow any fantasy to be fulfilled. The size of the room, the various furniture and the lockers and storage made this clear that it was used not just by master but by anyone he allowed in here.
He led me to the center of the room, to some of a circular stage with a spotlight shining down on it and leather couches and chairs encircling it. He attached my lean to a sturdy metal loop in the center of the stage which forced me to my knees. Then, with his eyes staring deep into my soul he stripped. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealg his hairy chest and stomach. He was muscle, so masculine with abs and pecks, biceps bulging out. By the look of my slave brothers it was clear, he wanted to be the man. He wanted us to be the slaves. Not feminine, not masculine, he wanted us to be bodies for use. Slim, hairless and void of masculine or feminine traits.
He unbuttoned his pants and as they dropped his rock hard cock became apparent behind his boxes. He took off his socks and walked over to me. He shoved them in my face, making me smell them deeply. It was intotoxicating. “You will always crave every part of me slave, you will long to taste me, touch me and smell me. Your entire reason to breathe will be me. I am your everything”
“You are my everything,” I whispered as I stared into his mysterious blue eyes.
He stepped back and dropped his boxes. His large, thick, veiny cocky sprang up. My heart began to race. I needed it inside me.
I desperately wanted him to walk towards me and fuck me mercilessly. Claiming me as his property.
He could tell.
“What do you want slave?”
“You want me to fuck you, slave?”
“I need you to fuck me, master”
“Why?”
“Because it’s my purpose,” I said
“Yes, my body is your prize, your reason to live,” he replied
“You are my everything, sir,”
“I am your everything”
“So please, use my body and cum in me,” I begged
He stood for a moment just staring into my eyes.
“No.” He said finally, “not yet. You need to learn the slave basics. Once we’ve covered that, I will continue to break you for the next several days. Then, once you’re ready, you’ll be initiated. You will be used by many people, of all genders, so you must be trained to please me as I will give you to friends and business partners to be used temporarily, I will also rent you out from time to time and you must never disappoint me. So your training must be long and strict. So muchso you never have to think, you’ll know to do whatever you’re told without hesitation.”
“Yes master,” I said, my cock straining in my cage. This all sounded so fucking hot and I couldn’t believe just a few days ago I was living a boring meaningless life.
Master then spent the next several hours teaching me the slave positions. All while he slowly rubbed his massive cock sitting in his chair. While I was chained to the stage illuminated by blinding bright stage light.
The positions will drilled deep into my memory to the point I could never forget them and I would obey instantly.
Nadu, with my hands behind my head and my legs spread, kneeing on my knees.
Inspection, which was the same thing but standing and my legs spread.
Humble, with my head buried to the ground and my ass high, exposing my tiny pink asshole.
Doll with my legs spread on my back, stool and table with my back straight and parallel to the ground.
Collar me with my neck ready to be wrapped in a collar.
These and others were repeated hundreds of times until my legs ached, my knees a bruised and my back stiff.
Finally when master was satisfied he commanded me to “wait” position, where I stood with my hands behind my back.
“You will now experience pain.” He said, “you will experience pain as punishment and you will experience pain simply because it brings me pleasure. At times it will be used to correct you and at times it will be used because you are my property and it’s fun to inflict pain on you. You will learn to end pain with many eyes watching and many hands griping you.”
“Yes master!” I said confidently trying to summon courage.
He unhooked my lean from the stage and lead me to a space with a chain hanging from the ceiling.
He attached my handscuffs to the chain bringing my hands above my head. He inserted a ball gag in my mouth, a blindfold over my eyes and a lubricated buzzing prostate massager in my ass.
Then, he whipped me, flogged me, spanked me, slapped my face, and punched my stomach. Over and over for what seemed like an eternity. He beat me. My body throbbed, my body stung, my body burned with pain.
After awhile the continued pain began to mix with pleasure. The burning pain tingled, the massager in my ass unrelentingly pushing me deeper into pleasure. My cock was dripping precum through Its cage. I only knew this because I felt it drip on my foot.
There came a point where my senses were entirely overwhelmed. Pain no longer felt like pain, pleasure no longer felt like pleasure. I was no longer a person, I was a slave. Time was irrelevant, it could’ve been hours, I didn’t know and didn’t care.”
Finally, I began sobbing uncontrollably. I was simply so overwhelmed. As I cried the whips came in harder. Master screamed with terrifying anger as he punched my stomach. Finally, he stopped.
My numb hands were unhooked and the toy was quickly removed from my ass,leaving my ass in pain and feeling empty. I dropped to the ground and cried. I wanted to cum. I had never felt so much pain and pleasure mixed. I wanted to feel it again. I wanted master, I wanted to feel his skin on mine, even if that means his palm slapping my face.
Master came and picked me up, still blindfolded. And throw me over his shoulder. God I loved feeling his skin on mine. He put me down and took off the blindfold. In front of me was a large dog cage. With cozy fleece bedding and a water bowl. With me on my knees master rubbed cool aloe all over my body. It was heaven. I wanted his glorious cock so badly. I yearned to suck it as it was inches from my face while he rubbed my body.
“In the cage slave,” master said and I obeyed.
“Look up,” he said and I saw his cock above the cage towering over me.
Master then expertly jerked his cock. His eyes closed deep in pleasure. Before long he said “open your mouth cunt!” And released his seed with stream afterstream of hot cum all over my tongue and face.
After he was done he allowed me to swallow. A perfect treatment.
“Good slave,” he said kindly. Then he left. Turned the lights off in the room and shut the door behind him.
I feel into a deep sleep for several hours.
When I woke, I realized I had no sense of time. I hadn’t seen daylight since I arrived here and after my bonding session with my brothers and my beating session I came to the conclusion that time didn’t exist for me. It was irrelevant, only master mattered. Time had no meaning.
I was hurting by master. He opened the cage and led me out.
As I crawled behind him on my knees towards the brightly lit stage, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The couches surrounding the stage were full of people. Young and old men and women, probably 30 of them all looking at me as I crawled behind master. Many of them were recording me with their phones and there were 3 cameras set on tripods around the stage.
Recording me. Watching what would unfold.
Near the front of the stage were my slave brothers. Kneeling and changed to the floor watching.
As master lead me under the bright light he addressed the crowd.
“Thank you all for coming to this event tonight. As you can see I have purchased this new slave, and many if not all of you will have a chance to use it at some point in time. I have invited you to this special occasion as part of the breaking process of the slave. It has not been fucked by me yet. You are here to witness it. You are here to see me imprint on this slave. Please record as you wish as this event is special for all of us.”
In an overwhelming blur, I found masters hands on my ass. Spanking and grabbing as he pushed my legs apart and my head down. With my ass exposed to the crowed he spat on my tiny hole and quickly thrust his massive cock into me.
This was it. No fingering, no warm up, this wasn’t sex with a partner, this was fucking a slave. I screamed in pain at the sudden intrusion to my ass. Several people laughed. Master groaned in pleasure.
“I knew I made a good purchase, he said, virgin boy pussy here, y’all are gonna love getting your chance.”
“What do you want?” He hissed into my ear?
“Fuck me.” I said
“Louder bitch!”
“I want you to fuck me!” I screamed and cheers of approval echoed out from the crowd.
Master pulled his cock out of my ass leaving me empty. He squeezed a massive amount of lube into my hole then roughly pounded me, repeating this many times before he settled into a rhythm. Before long he was fucking his property. Pounding me over and over. I was a mess of pleasure, his strong hands gripping my hips he fucked me. He fucked his slave.
He then flipped me over onto my back and began fucking again, this time staring at me. Our eyes locked onto each other. He was all I could see. He was all I wanted.
His hand squeezed my balls and made me moan in pleasure.
I was going to cum. I knew it. I couldn’t speak or ask, I was so overwhelmed. The spectators cheering and beginning to crowd around under the light. I saw camera and sell phones as I looked up. I saw masters beautiful body glistening with sweat.
As he fucked me he told 4 of his friends they could cum on me. Instantly, I saw cocks over my face, all large and hairy. Within moments They began spurting their juice all over my face and chest.
It was too much, I came through my cage. I felt as if I had to pee and felt Not an orgasm like I had in the past as a man, but a slave. My slave cum poured out of my cage.
“It’s cumming!” A lady said and everyone laughed and cheered.
“Open up,” someone said and poured her vodka drink in my mouth. Others joined in sipping and then spitting their alcohol in my mouth, dumping it from their ice cold glasses on my body.
Masters fucking picked up pace and after what felt like an eternity he grabbed my throat, grunted a primary yell and plowed me while his hot cum filled my ass. He spat on my face as his hot juice filled me.
Now softening, he pulled his cock from my ass and someone put a cocktail glass up to my asshole, still pulsing and quivering.
“Push it out,” master said.
I pushed out his cum into the glass and he brought my slave brothers to the stage. He poured its contents into 4’s mouth and then was instructed to spit it into 6’s mouth who finally spat it into my mouth. Then all 3 slaves kissed and our tongues intertwined with our saliva and masters cum as I swallowed it down.
Master imported me. I was now officially his.
To be continued….
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