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A Number Of Nights Chapter 01
"Praise be to great Master Ryan, from whose cock flows the bountiful cum which this slave longs to savor, whose balls this slave yearns to feast upon. Praise be to He who allows this slave to beg at his magnificent feet, in the hopes that this slave will be allowed to serve Him."
The slave had been begging for a while now, and his pleas had grown more weirdly eloquent as time went on. Master Ryan leaned back in the recliner, watching the slave plead to serve him, the slave's face buried in his sneakered feet.
Master Ryan pushed the slave back with one foot, and kept the foot on his chest while the slave's pleas trailed off. "Shut up."
The slave was silent, his eyes downcast, gazing at the shoe upon his chest.
"Here are the rules, boy. For the next three hours, until midnight tonight, you're going to belong to me. You will obey my every order immediately and without question. You will take whatever I give you. You have a safeword; what is it, boy?"
"Mayday, Sir," the boy replied.
"And if you can't speak?"
The boy snapped his fingers three times.
"If you use either of those safewords, we're done. I'll release you from any bondage you're in, make sure you're not hurt, and you'll leave. Up until the point where you safeword out, you'll take whatever I give you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Ryan."
"One more thing, boy. Tonight is the only time you'll get to serve me. I will use you once, and then you will never hear from me, or have any contact with me, ever again. Do you understand?"
The slave's eyes flicked briefly upwards when he heard that, but then returned to the man's foot, firmly held against his chest. "Yes, Sir."
"Then stand up, boy."
As the boy stood, the toe of Master Ryan's Nike traced a line down his chest and stomach to his jeans, and then dropped back to the footrest. "Get naked, now."
The boy's hands shook as he went to unbuckle his belt and kick off his shoes simultaneously.
"Slow down, boy," the Master ordered.
The boy shook even more as he deliberately took off his pants and shoes, socks and, unhesitatingly, underwear.
"Put them on the chair behind you, spread your legs, and put your hands behind your head."
The slave did just that, and stood, stomach pulled in, chest out, eyes down. Master Ryan sat a while, simply looking at him, letting the boy feel his stare. The boy looked nineteen or twenty, and wasn't honestly too much to look at. He was five foot nine, with a little extra weight around his middle; not enough to be called chubby, but not a six-pack of abs by any means. He had brown hair, in a badly-defined medium-length mess. He didn't have much body hair, just a little around his nipples and a lot on his calves, and his pubic hair had been trimmed down, but not recently.
His cock was stiff, average sized, cut, and jumping in time with his pulse. The nuts beneath it were the size of walnuts, the sac not hanging down too low. Master Ryan could see the boy's abdomen trembling.
The Master let the boy stand there until his cock started to droop uncertainly. He stood and went over to the boy and circled him a couple of times, taking in the curves of his back and his ass, his feet, a little too big for him still, his fingers clasped behind his head, his smell, of shampoo and skin and a tiny bit of fear.
From behind, he put one hand on the boy's chest, the other on his upper thigh, and pulled the boy back into him, his cock, still in his jeans, pressing into the boy's ass. His hands explored the boy's body, avoiding his cock for now, roughly running over his torso and his upper thighs. "You ready to serve me, boy?" He said in the boy's ear, and watched the boy's cock slap against his stomach.
"Yes, Sir, Master Ryan." The boy said.
"Kneel."
The boy dropped to his knees; Master Ryan slowed his fall a little. The Master picked up a brown leather collar from the pile of gear on the coffee table, and walked around in front of the boy. He slid the collar around the boy's neck, and buckled it in place. The boy's gaze was fixed on Master Ryan's feet, and he shuddered as the collar was fastened.
"You're mine until I take that off, now, boy," The Master said.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
The boy was still on his knees, hands behind his head. Master Ryan pulled his arms down so the boy's wrists were crossed behind him, and then took a pair of leather cuffs from the pile of gear on the table nearby. He wrapped the leather cuffs around each of the boy's wrists, and then padlocked them together. The Master used slightly larger cuffs on the boy's ankles, and used two padlocks to fasten a short length of chain between them.
Master Ryan circled around in front of the boy and stood with his crotch just inches away from the boy's face. The boy stayed as he was; his breathing might have deepened a bit as he strained to catch a scent of the Master's cock. He was surprised to feel the Master's hand on his head, pulling his head back until he was looking into the Master's face.
The Master smiled down at him, then guided the boy's face to the crotch of his jeans. "Lick."
The slave began licking the denim, smelling Master Ryan's sweat, feeling the shape of his cock beneath the cloth. His tongue wet the fabric around the fly, all the way down to the Master's inseam, then traveled back up to find that Master Ryan was unbuckling his belt. "What do you say, boy?"
"Please, Master Ryan, let this slave serve you by sucking your cock and licking your balls, let this slave feel the glory of Master's cock down its throat, this slave begs you..." The shackled boy looked up at the Master, his pleading lips inches from the Master's cock.
"You may lick my balls, boy."
"Thank you, Sir!" Despite the boy's eagerness, he approached the Master's balls gently, running his tongue over them softly to begin with, and only gradually applying more tongue, more firmly.
"Suck on them. Let's see you get them both in your mouth."
The boy had a small mouth, with thin lips, and he struggled for a while, putting first one testicle, then another, into his mouth, straining to take in the other. He made certain that he kept his tongue moving over the Master's balls while he did so.
Finally, he had both the Master's big nuts stuffed into his face.
"Look up at me, boy."
The boy did, and the Master laughed. "Not bad. You can lick my cock now."
Gently letting the Master's balls emerge from his lips, the boy then moved up to the Master's shaft, and began licking it eagerly, lapping at it with as much of his tongue as he could stick out. Master Ryan enjoyed that for a time, then took the boy by the hair, aimed his cock at the boy's lips, and slowly impaled the boy's face on his dick. He enjoyed the look of lust and fear as he continued on past where the boy was comfortable, the way the boy's mouth stretched to accommodate him, the efforts the boy made not to gag as he neared the back of the boy's throat.
"Look up, boy."
The boy looked up; his eyes were watering a bit.
Master Ryan thrust his cock in a bit more, causing the boy to choke, but the boy's eyes looked up adoringly. Master Ryan pulled back out, then thrust in slowly again, and the boy moved his tongue on the Master's shaft as it slid in and out of his mouth.
The Master pulled his cock out of his slaveboy's mouth, and allowed the boy to lick it for a while longer, coating the boy's face with his own spit. Then he reached down, grabbed the boy under his arms, and lifted him to his shackled feet. The boy was unsteady a moment, then found his balance.
Master Ryan circled the bound boy, feeling him all over; the parts the boy was proud of (his chest, his arms, his hair) and those he wasn't (his belly, his ass). The Master grabbed the boy's left nipple, and pinched it hard. The boy flinched, but stayed in place as the Master applied more pressure, biting his lower lip, enduring the pain in silence.
The Master let go of the boy's nipple, now hard, and rubbed it roughly with his thumb. "Not bad, boy. But for future reference, don't worry about making noise. Speak only when I speak to you, but you can moan, grunt and scream all you like. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir."
The Master put his hand behind the boy's head, half his palm resting on the leather of his collar, and pulled the boy toward his face. He kissed the boy roughly, locking his face to the Master's own, forcing his breath into the boy's throat, his tongue forcing its way into the boy.
The boy moaned.
Master Ryan released him, then reached down and took hold of the boy's rigid cock. Without a word, he began leading the boy out of the living room and down a dark hallway, the hobbled slave boy struggling to keep up with him. The Master led him to a bedroom, unremarkable except for the chains cinched tight around the head and the foot of the bed. Master Ryan led the boy up to the bed, then bent down, lifted him like a big bag of dog food, and dropped him on the bed.
Master Ryan unlocked the chain from between the boy's ankles, and then spread them wide apart and locked them down to the chain spanning the bed's width. He sat the boy up, unlocked his wrists and stretched him out, locking his wrists to the upper chain so that the boy was spread out wide on the bed, unable to move more than an inch or two in any direction.
"You don't get to cum without my permission. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," the boy replied.
The Master took a black bandanna, and blindfolded the boy.
The first time the boy begged to cum, it was after Master Ryan had clothespinned his nipples and ballsac, and was jacking the boy's cock while flicking randomly at different clothespins.
"Please, Sir, please let your slave cum. This slave... this slave needs to cum, sir..."
"No," said Master Ryan.
The second time was after having a vibrator applied to the various different clothespins, and then in short bursts to the boy's cock. The boy was squirming, toes curled, flinching at the sound of the buzzing motor.
"Please, Master Ryan, Sir, please may this boy spurt his load? This slave begs Sir, can this slave please, please be allowed to cum..."
"No," said Master Ryan.
The third time was as the Master was taking the clothespins off, jacking the boy's cock in time with the surges of pain from the removed pins. The Master noted that the boy responded positively to the pain, getting harder as the pain grew more intense, and that he started begging as the Master removed a series of pins, rapidly, from his nuts and inner thighs.
"Oh, god, please, Sir, please, this slave... aaah.... this slave needs... aaaagh... this slave begs your permission, Sir, to cum, Sir... AAAAHHH..."
"No," said Master Ryan.
The fourth time was, the Master was gratified to note, while licking at Master Ryan's cock as he reached around and played idly with the boy's hardened dick.
"Master, this slave is about to shoot... please, Master, Sir... this slave begs... to be allowed to cum... this slave is desperate... Sir, please... Sir, this slave is... oh god... please..."
"No," said Master Ryan.
The fifth time, the Master wasn't touching his cock at all; he'd been busy exploring the boy's body with a pair of wire-bristled dog brushes, the rough scraping of the brushes on the boy's skin causing him to writhe, toes curled, until he begged to be allowed release.
"Oh, Master, oh, Sir, please oh please, oh this slave begs you Sir, oh god, Sir, this slave begs to be allowed to cum this slave needs to cum so badly oh god this slave can't hold back any more Sir please allow this slave please grant this slave your permission to spurt, Sir, oh god..."
"No," said Master Ryan.
The sixth time the slave begged, it was just after Master Ryan had unlocked the boy's shackles from the bottom chain on the bed, and instead hooked them onto chains so that they were spread, and over the boy's head. With one hand, he reached around and played with the boy's cock. With the other, he started smacking the boy's ass with a wooden paddle.
"Sir! Please! Sir! This slave! Begs you! Sir! This slave! Is going! Sir! Please! Sir! Please! Oh, god! Sir!"
"No," said Master Ryan.
The Master released the boy's cock, and set down the paddle. The blindfolded boy heard the sound of a condom being unwrapped, and soon thereafter felt a well-lubed thumb probing at his ass, widening it and shoving the lube into him. The boy squirmed in his bonds, his ass fully exposed, as Master Ryan prepared his ass, and then felt the Master's cockhead poised to enter into him. He moaned, and then yelled, as the cock pushed past his asshole's resistance, much to the Master's delight.
The Master held still within him for a moment or two, feeling the boy's ass spasm around his cock,then drove forward slowly, inexorably, until his cock was fully buried in the boy. The boy was whimpering, shaking, his head turning this way and that, as the Master drew back, then slowly pistoned forward again.
A few more slow strokes, and the boy, whose dick had withered as his ass was first assaulted, was back to being rock-hard again. Master Ryan sped up his thrusts, and enjoyed the sound of the boy's moaning for a while, then switched to short, hard fucking for a while, grabbing the boy's thighs hard and plowing into him forcefully. A while of that, and the boy seemed to be getting close, so Master Ryan started a series of agonizingly slow strokes, taking his cock almost all the way out of the boy, then pushing back in. After a time doing that, the boy had relaxed a bit, and Master Ryan switched abruptly to a hard, fast, brutal fuck, pounding the boy's ass as the boy thrashed underneath him, gasping and writhing.
"Sir!" The boy yelled out.
"Slave."
"Sir! If it would please Sir to see this slave cum, Sir, this slave will. If it will... oh god... if it will amuse Master to see this slave spurt all over itself, Sir, this slave lives to please Sir."
"Cum," said Master Ryan.
That moment, in detail. The boy's arms are spread wide, his wrists straining against the black leather cuffs that trap them, and the chain that the cuffs are locked to, the curves of his muscles standing out under the skin of his arms, his fists clenched. His head is thrown back, the black bandanna blindfold riding down a little bit behind his head, his mouth open, but silent for now, a little bit of stubble on his chin, beads of sweat on his upper cheeks, his Adam's apple prominent, the veins in his neck standing out. His body is curled up on itself, his legs held up and spread by chains hooked to his ankle cuffs, and his toes are clenched tight. The sweat on his chest reflects the bedside light, and his cock is stiff, its head coated in precum.
Master Ryan's back is arched, thrusting his pelvis forward, impaling the boy's upturned ass on his cock. There are concave hollows on each of his ass cheeks, and sweat in the valley of his spine. He holds the boy's right thigh in his hand, his fingers digging into the flesh, with his other hand clenching the covers next to the boy's chest. One of his legs extends behind him, the other is under him; he's obviously putting full power into the boy. There's a single drop of sweat poised in midair, between the Master's face and the boy's chest.
The boy yells out, wordless and animal, as his cock starts spurting cum. The Master slams his cock home one more time, and growls as he cums, feeling the boy's ass spasm around his cock, clenching and unclenching in time with each jet of jism that flows out of the boy.
Master Ryan stayed poised a while as the boy's spurts turned to dribbles, enjoying the noises the boy was making. He pulled the blindfold off the slave's head, and the slave blinked in the sudden light, looking slightly delirious. His dumbfounded look was gradually replaced with an expression of awe.
The Master pulled out of him, eliciting one last gasp from the young slave. He unhooked the slave's ankle chains, and guided the boy's legs down to the bed carefully, then he unlocked the boy's wrists.
When he went to unbuckle the boy's collar, the boy drew back. "Please, Master, please... just a little while longer?"
The Master raised an eyebrow, shook his head, and looked at the clock. "Very well, boy."
"Thank you, Master."
The boy moved over as Master Ryan lay down. The Master ran his hand over the boy's chest and belly where he'd cum, and then let the boy lick it off his hand, smearing it on his face as well.
"You did well tonight, boy," said the Master as the slave lapped eagerly at his hand. "Better than I thought you would."
"Thank you, Sir." The boy had his eyes downcast again. "Is there anything that this slave can do for Sir, please?"
"Just relax a moment, boy." The Master laughed. "I'm not sure you could even stand right now."
"Should Master require it, this slave would do its best."
Master Ryan looked at the slave beside him in his bed. "You've been trained, haven't you?"
"Sir, this slave's training is woefully incomplete. This slave longs to be trained by a true Master."
Master Ryan frowned. "You'll get a chance someday, I'm sure."
"I hope so, Sir. This slave longs to belong to someone, like slave dave..."
The Master snorted laughter. "Who's that, again?"
"slave dave, Master. This slave's friend, from a while ago. He was once the most completely, incomparably free person this slave knew, and now he lives in a cage, at his Master's service."
"Really?" The Master was toying lazily with the slave boy's nipple.
"Yes, Sir. It's a strange story. Would Master care to hear it?." The boy held his breath a moment.
Master Ryan pinched the boy's nipple, looking over at his face curiously. "Sure."
"Thank you, Master. I call this story...