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Born – Chapter Ten
I was beginning to learn. I was beginning to understand. I was here for service and entertainment. I was beginning to realize the fantasy of Master/slave I grew up with in my room back home masturbating to reading the authoritarian section of Nifty and looking at pictures was just that; a fantasy. The reality of this slave's existence was that Master did not care about my feelings. He didn't care that I loved him. Whatever projections that I had made from our early sexual encounters of this relationship being a mutual admiration were being torn away bit by bit.
I paid dearly for my indiscretion of masturbating in the dungeon. Master figured out I had done something. The dildo was not in the exact position he had left it. Being a banker, Master was very detail oriented. He missed nothing. I knew I wouldn't get it right. I was too sexually crazed at that moment to remember precisely how it lay in the drawer.
As if I hadn't understood the seriousness of what I was as a slave before, there was no question after this episode. After that punishment, I still loved Mr. Brown, but I would never look at him with the expectations I had upon entering into slavery.
I was busy readying another delicious Friday evening dinner special when I heard a yell, "Boy, get your ass in the dungeon now!" I raced into the dungeon upset that my meal timing was going to suffer because of this detour. Meal timing was the least of my concerns afterwards.
Mr. Brown grabbed me by the neck as I entered the dungeon. He unceremoniously walked me over to a large log hanging chest height from the ceiling. He faced me to the log, place my arms out in a cross position with my chin resting on the top of the log. He strapped my arms in about six places securing me to the wood.
"The cock cage didn't work, did it faggot?"
"No Sir."
"Do you know why you are here, faggot?"
"Yes Sir. I entered the dungeon and masturbated without your permission, Sir."
"That's right, faggot." Mr. Brown took the bamboo cane laying it across my ass.
I screamed, "I'm sorry Sir. I won't do it again."
Mr. Brown caned me again. "Idle promises, faggot. I don't fucking believe you." Whish went the cane through the air.
I continued to scream, but I didn't say anything more. Mr. Brown knew me so much better than I knew myself. Master was correct. I would do it again if given the opportunity. I knew when I did it I would be punished. I couldn't argue with the fact that I was in this position.
My ass cheeks were on fire. I could feel the blood vessels rising to the surface. I wasn't sure whether I felt blood trickling down my butt or was it just sweat? Mr. Brown caned me longer than ever before. My body hung from the wood unable to keep myself standing. Tears were streaming down my face. I wanted to vomit it hurt so bad. I was a pain pig but I had not been taken to this level before. Mr. Brown was showing little mercy.
When it stopped the room got quiet. I couldn't tell whether Mr. Brown was even still in the dungeon. There was such eeriness as the only sound was my continued whimpers. My eyes were closed as I was consumed internally with myself not even thinking about Mr. Brown.
"Open your eyes, faggot and look at me." Master yelled. He was in front of me. He was naked. He was hard. He was jacking his cock. "See this faggot. This is what you were going to get tonight. You were going to get to be with me. You were going to get to feel my body. You were going to get my cum deposited in your throat or up you cunt. I may have even kissed you. Instead, you only get to watch what would have been."
"Oh yeah faggot. I was going to fuck you hard. I was going to make you scream with joy and passion. You were going to get your Master's cum. You were going to get his piss. You would probably even get to cum yourself. Oh fuck. I'm so hot thinking about what might have been. Oh yeah. Stroking my Master cock looking at the pitiful remains of my slave. Cry fucker. Cry all you want. This is what you would have gotten with a little self-control and a little self-discipline. I thought you were a better slave than this. Apparently I was wrong. You're just like all the rest. You think this is some sort of game. It is on my end. On your end you are here to serve me. You are here to entertain me. I got some great entertainment tonight. I enjoyed whipping you ass. It got me hot. It is going to make me cum. But there could have been more. You could have had some pain and pleasure tonight. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. I'm so hot. Fucking eh. Oh yeah. Jesus Christ. Looking at your worthless mess is going to make me shoot my Master load. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK!"
Mr. Brown shot all over the floor. He blasted the warm, delicious cream that was meant for me. I watched as the spurts continued and continued out of his manhood. Now, I really cried. Now, it wasn't worth it. Now, I understood the consequences of my actions. I was fine with being beaten. But, Mr. Brown knew where to really punish me by telling me that we were going to have a scene and that I would receive his manliness. Mr. Brown knew how to hurt me. He knew exactly were my weakness was. He knew I worshiped him and loved him. I wanted to have physical relations with Mr. Brown so bad. He could whip me all he wanted, but what would get me to behave would be taking his beautiful body away from me. I looked at him while he came down from orgasm. I looked at the huge load of cum on the floor drying up instead of continuing to stay moist inside my vagina.
Mr. Brown walked away. Next I felt him put some salve on my beaten skin. He walked around to face me. He took his strong hand squeezing my wet face together, "I'm going to eat my delicious dinner you prepared for me." He spit on my face and walked out of the dungeon. I actually hoped that the meal was still good considering the unfortunate delay in serving. This was an indication that I was losing the selfishness of being a slave and only thinking of my Master's comfort.
I was left hanging from the wood beam until Mr. Brown finished his meal. He came back not saying a word. He unstrapped me. Took me by the back of the neck and led me directly to my room. I noticed he had left me a tray of food as the door locked behind me. I cried on my bed for an hour before I even touched the now cold food. Hunger took over emotions and I ate. I fell asleep from exhaustion.
Next morning the speakers woke me up. I cleaned and raced to the kitchen. The note said that I was not to speak when serving any meals today and that I was to remain in the kitchen at all times. Mr. Brown wanted nothing to do with me today. He wanted nothing to do with me for two weeks. We never spoke. I did my work only by the print out orders in the kitchen each day. He didn't say a single word to me, regardless if the meal was good or bad in his opinion. It was more important to him that I serve in silence than let me know what type of job I was doing. Finally, on a Sunday evening he allowed me a meal with him. We chatted only briefly not bringing up the punishment. Nothing needed to be said. Master had made his wishes more than clear.
My nipples extended away from my chest about three-quarters of an inch after so much pumping. I would look at my chest now in the mirror and find them incredibly sexy. I still had the pasty white skin of an eighteen-year-old slave, but my body was changing and maturing. My back had scars on it from the bullwhip. My ass seemed to be permanently red. My cock did not react quite so easily after months of being in the cock cage. It is true what they say, use it or lose it'. I hoped that someday Master would take the cock cage off and that I could use it' again. I looked into my eyes in the mirror and also saw a man not quite as young, not quite as enthusiastic, not quite as innocent. The toll of slavery was evident.
Master and I got back on a more even keel. I was much more focused on serving and making him happy and less on the fantasy that Mr. Brown was ever going to be the great lover of my life. The cock cage definitely helped slow my ambitions. The beatings did too. But, more than anything the night he masturbated in front of me telling me what I could have had made me begin to realize that if I only focused on making him happy, then I might be happy as well. So I went about my days cleaning the house, cooking serving him morning, night and weekends.
Eventually, Master became interested in having some sexual encounters with me; however, they were still always based on his personal entertainment. One Saturday afternoon I was in the kitchen prepping the evening meal when I heard, "Five minutes, boy. Meet me in the dungeon!" I put all the cold food away praying that whatever was in store for me I would have time later to create the meal. Interesting that I became so involved in being a chef that my sexual desires became more manageable and I was actually slightly annoyed when Master interrupted my prep for a scene in the dungeon. My, how attitudes change.
I walked into the dungeon precisely five minutes after he bellowed. Mr. Brown was naked. He pointed to the table with all the straps. I knew I was in for something painful because the straps were designed to immobilize me. My cock started to strain in its cage. I lay down on the black leather-covered table and watched Mr. Brown secure my body completely to it. Mr. Brown released my cock from its prison and it sprung to life just like the old days dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. Master then blindfolded me. Next I felt him put some sort of cock ring device that made my balls push out south of my hard cock. I wondered what he was up to. I would soon find out.
"Ok, boy. We are going to play a new game today. Remember, you are my entertainment. Keep that in mind as we go through this process. The game is called "hit me." In this game, you are going to say "hit me" and I am going to hit you. You will soon know where that will be. Are you ready to play, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"All right then. Say the magic words."
I could not imagine what was going to happen, but I knew I was in for excruciating pain. I summoned the courage that a slave must have for his Master and said the fatal words, "hit me, Sir."
Master took his knuckles and punched my balls squarely between them. This was a new sensation of pain that I never knew was possible. It was one thing to be whipped on the back or buttock where there is a lot of meat and flesh to absorb the impact. Even though I don't have the most muscular chest in the world, when Master beat my chest while fucking my ass it didn't hurt like this. This was the most delicate area of any male. There is no protective muscle and flesh, plus the nerve endings are significant in this part of the body. My hard on went away immediately, but not the pre-cum. It would be pointless to describe the screaming involved in this act. As the game wore on, screaming became almost a moot point.
"Hit me, Sir." Master was an expert at getting right between the testicles, therefore, the impact went past them and onto my pelvic bone. "Hit me, Sir." This went on for quite some time. I could feel that Mr. Brown's cock was about as rigid as it has ever been administering pain to his slave. I know I was blindfolded, but I could feel the heat and excitement coming from his body. "Hit me, Sir." As I realized that Mr. Brown was so enamored with this experience, I became more relaxed and willing to be hurt for him. "Hit me, Sir."
After Mr. Brown sensed that I was getting into it and more accepting of this situation, he switched things up on me to raise the intensity. "Hit me, Sir." This next punch was not from his fist. It did not land between my balls. The smash hit my balls dead center with a rubber mallet. Now I had to breathe through this new level of agony making sure that I got into a place of receiving again as I had with Mr. Brown's fist. "Hit me, Sir."
Interesting after several whops of the mallet my cock did something that I didn't think it would do. My dick started to get hard again. "Hit me, Sir. Again, hit me, Sir. Please Sir. Hit me. Oh yes. Hit me. Oh fuck, Sir. Oh my God. Yes, Sir. Hit me, Sir. Hit me, Sir. Oh God. Oh no. Oh fuck, Sir. I'm going to cum, Sir. Hit me, Sir. Yes. Hit me. Hit me. Hit me. Hit me. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"
The cum shot to my blindfold. It landed on my extended nipples and chest. Quickly, Sir jumped on top of me, ripped the blindfold away and furiously beat his meat with me licking his balls. His fist was hitting my facial cheeks, eyes and forehead while I made love to his testicles. Suddenly he moved back just enough so that his love spurted all over my face. I tried to lap it up, but there was too much and it was flying too many places. I got what I could. It had been so long since I had tasted his cream.
When he was done, he got off the table and me. He leaned over and kissed me deep and passionately. I could do nothing but kiss back because my entire body was still strapped down. Mr. Brown finished his affection, unhooked me from the table with an order, "Clean up this mess, yourself and make dinner." Mr. Brown did not put my cock cage back on.
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