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Born – Chapter Eleven
My nineteenth birthday was coming up. I was feeling melancholy about not being able to contact my parents. Once again, loneliness was overtaking me. I looked forward to things such as the gardeners coming weekly even though I never went outside to speak to them. I would look out the windows forlornly as they went about their work talking and laughing with one another.
I enjoyed the delivery boy coming Monday through Friday. I got to speak to him, which other than Master was the only person I ever spoke to. Of course, now I had to greet the delivery boy naked because Master did not replace the door greeting clothes destroyed by the grocer. I could have put on the butler's uniform, but clothes had become so foreign to me that it was actually easier just to greet naked than to put on that complicated outfit for five minutes a day.
Remarkably, I started to appreciate the surprise visits by the grocery owner. At least it was physical contact regardless that there was never anything said except a bunch of screams and moans on my end and a lot of "yeah faggot" on his end. He started to arrive naked at the door. One could come on the property and take their clothes off from the car and not be seen by others. I would open the door and immediately fall to my knees to worship his massive cock. This nice thing about sucking his cock was that I got better at it. The thing was so large; no one could ever take the whole penis even with their teeth removed. Yet, practice does make perfect and I became an extremely good cocksucker as the result of my liaisons with this less than attractive, but big man.
The grocer always fucked me, usually after a significant spanking were he laid me over his large thighs. His massive hardened cock pressed against my abdomen with my ass nicely placed in the air for perfect hitting pleasure. Luckily, he never left me tied up in the sling again. After he was done he would often spit in my face, call me faggot and see himself out of the house leaving me dazed and taking several hours to clean up the various messes made. Master always came home with a smirk on his face on those days. He and the grocer obviously exchanged notes after each experience.
I could not shake the blues of my pending birthday. Master must have sensed that I was struggling. I'm sure he knew exactly what the problem was because he knew me better than I knew me. My birthday fell during the week. Master made no mention of it. We had a typical evening where I fixed the meal, served to him and then he went off to the study for the rest of the evening. He did let me sit at the table with him that night and have a little bit of conversation. Since I rarely sat at the table with him during the work week, I felt that this was his present to me. Still, after cleaning up the kitchen and dining area, I found myself retreating to my room and having a good cry.
Masturbating to slave porn fantasy one never thinks about the little things of life such as no more birthday celebrations. I took a lot of my former life for granted. If I ever went back to that life, I would never take a moment of it for granted again; birthdays, Christmas, holidays, family, friends, shopping at that little market around the corner from my first flat, the women at work at the bank. I understood that that mundaneness of life had its rewards in just being mundane. At least there were people to speak to daily. At least people acknowledged my existence. I didn't need a lot of social interaction, but I could use a little more than I got as Mr. Brown's slave.
To compensate for some of my isolation, I did take time to go to the study and read. My chef skills were perfecting to the degree that I didn't need to spend eight hours a day in the kitchen to create the perfect meal. I allowed myself an hour or two per day to relax in the study with a good book. I had no idea about the outside world as Mr. Brown told me in the beginning there were no televisions, no radio, and no periodicals. Mr. Brown did have all the classics in his library and I read ferociously. Mr. Brown also had lots of books on medieval life, in particular, medieval torture. There were many pictures of the horrible things that people did to each other back in those dark European centuries. Regardless of how horrible they were, I would find myself masturbating to the pictures daily. Master never put the cock cage back on after the testicle beatings of the last chapter. I was grateful for the favor.
I awoke the first Saturday morning after my birthday to the usual wakeup announcement. I cleaned myself up for the day and proceeded to the kitchen to read the daily plans. Mr. Brown explained in the print out that there were twelve men coming for dinner. After breakfast a catering staff would be arriving as preparing for twelve was too much for one individual. I was not to dress as the staff was well-versed in the type of party this was to be. I would be a sous chef for the staff and would be the primary person serving the meal.
This was exciting. I was going to work with someone today. There were going to be people in this house. The joy of this made me forget that I was going to be naked in front of a number of men.
Shortly after breakfast, the doorbell rang. The caterer had arrived. I went to the door sheepishly opening to greet them with no clothes. Surprisingly, they took little notice. There was a chef and his assistant. They hauled stuff in from their truck. Within short order the kitchen was alive with smells and energy. I found myself being annoyed though because it was my kitchen, but not today. I had to get over my territorial instinct quickly as I could tell the chef was no non-sense. He told me that I could be naked but I had to put on a full apron as there was going to be too much heat and activity to cook without clothes for protection.
We slaved away all day. The guests arrived at 7 PM-ish for drinks, of which, I became bartender. Many of the guests arrived nude. Others arrived in full leather. Others had jeans and boots, but shirtless. I expected there was going to be other boys, subs, or slaves at the event. From what I could tell, these were all top men. Some of the men were hot. Others were like the grocer, who happened to be one of the guests. Unfortunately, he came naked, which didn't help my appetite.
I had never seen this side of Mr. Brown. Master had always been so quiet. He never talked much, but tonight he was the life of the party. These real men all seem to be having a wonderful time. Dinner was served at eight. I really hustled getting food on the table for thirteen men, particularly because I was being groped a lot. My cock was constantly hard being around all this Alpha male energy. The chef was annoyed with that because it got in the way of service.
Finally, the meal portion was over. The chef and assistant picked up their stuff leaving me to clean up the kitchen. The men were all in the living area talking and drinking and carrying on. I had just gotten the first loads in the two dishwashers and organized the balance of the mess into one area of the counter near then sink, when Master came in the kitchen. "Come with me boy. You can do the rest of the clean up after the guests leave." What I didn't realize was that after the guests left I would be in no shape to finish, nor would Master expect me to.
Mr. Brown led me into the dungeon. The twelve men were there. Most who had been wearing clothes were now naked, except one man who was fully dressed in doctor's scrubs and another man who was in nurse's attire.
"Boy, this is Dr.Gatz and his surgical nurse. To you, Master to both of them. D.r Gatz is going to do a few things to you this evening to enhance your beauty as a slave." Mr. Brown smiled with a very evil grin.
I started crying from fear. I wanted to say something, but I knew that I couldn't. This was not up to me. I had surrendered enough over the past months with Mr. Brown that I was beginning to be ok with making him happy at my expense.
Dr. Gatz led me over to the leather strapping table. The table was placed at surgeon's height. The nurse and Dr. Gatz strapped my arms and legs in securing them tight. Dr. Gatz spoke, "Now, boy, I'm going to give you a sedative. This will not take all the pain of the procedures away, but it will relax you enough that this will be less stressful." Now I was really crying, but I never said `no'.
My arm was administered a sedative in my vein. I was still conscious, but definitely relaxed. I couldn't see what Dr. Gatz was up to because my head was secured in place and I was lying flat. Suddenly, I felt a piercing of my right nipple. The sensation was almost erotic under the sedation. Leave it to a pain pig to thing that a nipple piercing is erotic. My cock sprang to life and actually spurted a load of cum as the doctor put the stainless steel ring in the new hole in my body. Next the left one was done as well.
I could hear the men in the background. I think they were jacking off to this. There were lots of moans and groans going on. The whole event became extremely amatory for me.
Dr. Gatz must have decided to give me more sedative for the rest of the evening because I did not know what happened next until awakening the next morning. The kind surgeon had given my cock a Prince Albert. I was awoken by the nurse instead of the speaker system.
"Boy, get up. We need to attend to your first urination." I looked down to see that my cock was bandaged. The nurse took the bandage off to reveal a 00 size PA in my dick. Mr. Brown would later explain to me that he wanted a real surgeon to do the proceedings because he wanted the largest PA on my dick the first time. He didn't want to wait for my penis to adjust from a smaller size to a larger size. Mr. Brown wanted to reduce the possibility of infection to a minimum so he hired Dr. Gatz. He also hired the nurse to take care of me for two weeks. I thought that this was a very kind gesture on his part.
The nurse Master took me into the bathroom where I had my first pee. Not only was it messy, but it stung like crazy. The nurse cleaned me up sterilizing the wound with alcohol and antibacterial cream and bandaging it all back up. Next the nurse walked me to the kitchen where he had prepared a breakfast for me.
"Boy, you are under my care for the next two weeks. During this first week, you are to do nothing other than rest and read. The second week we will get you back to your normal routine under my supervision. You have had extra-large nipple rings installed as well as the largest PA. This is the reason for the cautionary approach. I am to keep you rested and clean while your skin heals around the wounds." The nurse explained.
The first week was so off putting to me because I was so used to doing everything. I actually began to dislike the fact that this nurse was taking care of me to this degree. I missed my routine. I missed cooking and cleaning. I missed serving Master. I did not like it. Still, my wounds were healing nicely crusting over just as they were supposed to do. I'm sure that I could have done all this myself, but Master was the decision maker, not me. I suppose I could have been grateful for his concern, but it was difficult. Out of this experience though, I did learn that regardless of the typical loneliness of my slave life, it was my life and I did get a better sense of appreciation for it than I had before. Maybe that was part Master's plan to have me realize that I was better off being the server than being served.
The second week was entirely different than the first. The nurse Master did make sure my wounds were taken care of, but now I was back in servant role. Now I was cooking for three, instead of two plus I had to do an acceptable lunch for nurse Master, which I was not used to because I only did lunch on weekends for Mr. Brown as he was always at work during the week.
Also every afternoon starting at one, nurse Master took me into the dungeon and had his way with me. He beat me all ways of Sunday and fucked me hard in the ass or mouth. The sessions would last for over two hours each day, which meant that my meal prep time for Mr. Brown's dinner was edited.
On top of that, Mr. Brown and nurse Master had dinner together in the dining room. I didn't mind that so much, but Mr. Brown was talkative and jovial with nurse Master, as if they were old friends. Mr. Brown and I never had conversations of that nature. I became extremely annoyed and jealous. I couldn't wait for nurse Master to leave. I didn't even enjoy the sexual encounters because I hated him so much for ruining the household routine.
Finally, I was healed and nurse Master left. That night though, I got another lesson in what my place was in this house. I knew I was in trouble all day because of the morning print out. Master's instructions were that I was to fix his dinner, but I was to have nothing for an evening meal. The orders also said that my ass was to be spotlessly clean douching several times throughout the day for purity.
"Get down on the floor, faggot and lick my feet while I eat." Mr. Brown ordered after I had placed his meal in front of him. He said nothing more to me the entire time as he relished each bite of food. Master only called me faggot' when I was in trouble. He called me boy' otherwise, so the entire time I was licking his feet I was thinking about the punishment that was to come.
"Faggot, clean the table and the kitchen. Meet me in the dungeon in one half hour." Master got up and left the table.
I did as told, softly crying the whole time I was cleaning. I walked into the dungeon. Master was waiting for me. He was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He was dressed in full leathers. Regardless of the trouble I was in, he was magnificently handsome and I wished that whatever I had done, I hadn't. Looking at him in this pose made me remember why I signed up for this in the first place.
"Faggot, get down on your knees and crawl over to my feet."
I did as told. When I arrived, I moved into a seated position on my knees with my butt on top of my feet. I bowed forward to the floor as if worshiping a god. I could feel my newly given nipple rings pressed against my knees. This started to arouse my cock even under this duress or maybe because of it.
"Very good, faggot. Raise your torso to look at me in the eyes."
I did with tears streaming down my face.
"I'm glad you know you are in trouble, faggot. Do you know why, faggot?"
"No Sir."
"I'm disappointed, faggot. I thought you were smarter than that. Why don't you think back over your feelings of the last two weeks?"
When Mr. Brown used the word `feelings', then I knew. I had experienced jealousy, envy, annoyance, territorialism, and hatred. I immediately said those things to Mr. Brown, "Sir, now I know. I hated nurse Master. I was jealous and envious of your seeming friendship with nurse Master. I have always wanted to have fun conversations with you at the table such as you had with your friends a few weeks ago and nightly with nurse Master. I was annoyed at nurse Master being in our house for such a long period of time. The territorialism started when the chefs arrived for the party. I was upset because other people were doing stuff in my kitchen."
Mr. Brown was very quiet in his approached. "Where is any of this yours, faggot? Your name is not on the deed to this house. The reason you are here is to take care of this house, but you don't own it. It is not yours. You are provided a roof over your head and food. You have learned a skill here in terms of being a chef that would be transferable to the outside world should it come to that."
I thought, `Was there a threat in that statement?'
"That is your compensation; roof, food, skills. You also seem to forget that nurse Master was here to take care of you when you were sick. The installation of your rings was traumatic to your body. I wanted to make sure you healed well. Not once in your list of `feelings' did I hear any gratitude for making sure you are healthy. I could have taken you down to some piercing salon but I spent a considerable extra sum of money making sure you were properly nursed back.
"In terms of that type of relationships I have with friends and colleagues. It is none of your fucking business. What are you here for, faggot?"
"To serve you and for your entertainment, Sir." I answered.
"That's right. The sooner you focus on my life and let go of your feelings, the happier you are going to be. Now, crawl over to the iron cage and get in."
I got inside. Mr. Brown gave me a blanket. The door clanged shut with a lock. He walked out of the dungeon and turned off the lights. I lay there in tears. I was scared because I didn't like being in such a small space. I wondered if Master was going to keep me. Doubts of my abilities as a slave came to the surface in ways that I had never felt before. Could I relinquish myself to him? Would I do it in time? In four months the year of service would be up. What would happen to me if I didn't have Mr. Brown? Then I realized, I was still thinking about me. Finally, I understood what Mr. Brown was saying. I had to only think of him. Then, everything would be ok.
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