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Born – Chapter Twelve
I awoke in the morning to the speakers again. I was unaware there were speakers in the dungeon. I manipulated my hands around enough to touch the latch to the cage. Sure enough, it was open just as my bedroom door is always unlocked in the morning.
I knew I had to move fast because Master was less than pleased with me again. I did the best I could to get my body out of its restrained state. My limbs were very stiff making movement difficult; however, once I got in the shower in the dungeon my body started to recover from the night's ordeal.
There was the standard note about the various meals of the day to make. Nothing else was listed, which I thought was strange because it was Saturday and usually there was something else required when Master was at home. What was also odd was that all the meals were extremely simple to make needing little time or effort to prepare properly. I was a good enough chef now that I didn't have to put a lot of thought into the process. The process was becoming ingrained. Yes, it was true that I had learned a skill beyond being a slave, which I could take with me should my pairing with Master not work out.
I certainly had my moments of doubt, particularly because he loved to mind-fuck me. Master would sometimes be so affectionate as if he truly loved and desired me, then other times I was ignored no matter how good my service was to him. Still other times, he would play these games of whipping me and jacking off to it without expressing the least amount of sympathy or compassion to this lowly servant. The difficulty of constantly reminding myself that I was here to serve him and for his entertainment was extremely hard. He never spoke of love or affection toward me even with the moments that seemed as if he cared.
On this slave's end, I am head over heels in love with Mr. Brown. I was from the moment I met him a year earlier. I cannot believe it has been a year since we met at the bank. I live for the times that he kisses me or fucks me. My concern as a slave is that I had expectations coming into this that have not been met. I was willing to be a houseboy/servant. I was willing to be beaten and whipped. I was willing to be alone much of the time. I didn't fathom that Mr. Brown would be so independent that he does not want me around sometimes. I didn't consider that he may not care for me the way I care for him, yet we are in this agreement together. I frankly thought that eventually we would sleep in the same bed. That he would make mad love to me often.
My naiveté and romance of being a slave was over. Now I realize that I had no control over what the Master did with me. The depth of that understanding made me question what I was doing. Was I really born to be a slave? Maybe I am a romantic wanting love more than ownership? Maybe I'm just a bottom who likes to play slave in the bedroom or dungeon, but can't take the rest of the lifestyle it entails?
All this thought before breakfast was hard on the brain. Thank god I didn't have to think much in the kitchen.
I served a lovely meal to Master pretending that all was ok between us even though I had gotten such a scolding last night sleeping in a cramped iron box with a simple blanket and no bedding. Master was his normal polite, yet servant-distant self; complimenting me on the dish with a thank you and a dismissive air. I went back into the kitchen to prepare my meal wondering what I was going to do with myself today, since the schedule was so light.
By 9 AM, the dishes were done. The kitchen was clean. I had freshened the dungeon after last night's minor mess. Master was somewhere else in the house, yet I was always to remain in the kitchen unless specifically requested. I thought about doing one of the advanced cooking lessons, but I felt it more important to be available for Master instead. My study time was supposed to be devoted during the week when Master was gone to work.
Over the speaker system Master requested, "Come to the study, boy." At least he called me `boy'. That meant he was not angry with me.
I walked into the study. There was Master still dressed in his morning dark blue silk outfit; the tuft of his chest hair coming out of the opening of his top. He was so fucking sexy. Master was all man. I didn't want to be an `all-man' such as Master, but I sure wanted to be with one.
Master stood up from behind his desk walking toward me taking my hand to lead. "Come with me, boy." Master led me down the hall to his bedroom holding my hand. Needless to say, I was wondering what new experience was in store. I was beyond surprised. I had been in his bedroom to clean; however, I had never been in his bedroom with Him. The bed linens were pulled three-quarters of the way down, neatly folded and the pillows were fluffed better than I do them. Mr. Brown was a perfectionist and everything always had to be just so.
Mr. Brown led me over to the bed laying me down on my back. He moved me into a position on the middle of the bed. After I was all set, he crawled on top of me tenderly kissing me on the lips. He was still clothed and I, of course, was still naked. He did not put his full mass on me for some time, just lightly kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. What was he doing? We had never done this? In fact, I had never done this with anyone.
Mr. Brown moved down my neck with his lips. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst. I'm sure he was hard as well; however, he still was hovering over me. I longed to feel the weight of his body on mine. Next he moved down to my ringed and extended nipples. He had not touched them since the surgery. He took the protrusion in his mouth lightly biting it making me moan with pleasure. His mouth finally enveloped the entire areola including the ring. With his tongue, he played with the ring moving it in all directions making the tit hurt. I thought I was going to shoot my load right then.
Following further after attention to each tit, he traced what used to be my treasure trail before my hair was removed from my body. His chest was lying on my hard cock while his face kissed my abs. I could feel his chest hair tickling the base of my shaft. Suddenly he engorged my penis, ring and all. For an alpha male, he was an incredible cocksucker; however, he was the only man who had sucked my cock so I had none to compare.
During this whole time when Mr. Brown was being the most affectionate he had ever been to me, I slightly spoiled the experience in my head by reminding myself that I was his entertainment. Do not make more of this than it is, Jim.
My cock was dripping massive quantities of pre-cum that Mr. Brown was nourishing himself with. He took me almost to the point of orgasm, then stopped heading south again to my taint. Mr. Brown grabbed my thighs with his meaty hands pushing my legs up into the air burying his face into my ass. Mr. Brown was eating out my ass! I was having a lot of trouble not making more of this than it is. Mr. Brown was eating my ass! Oh God. Thank you.
Mr. Brown got off the bed. "Look at me boy. Watch me undress." He slowly unbuttoned his top exposing more and more of his body hair. Mr. Brown was slow and deliberate making sure that each moment of the reveal moved me further into ecstasy. He stood looking at me intensely for several ticks after his shirt was off before going for the prize. Taking his hand he unbuttoned the top of his silk pants and they fell to the floor almost in slow motions as if they were designed that way. He stepped out of them exposing his full nude body to his humble slave.
I followed orders continuing to watch as Mr. Brown moved back onto the bed. He raised my legs high in the air again, but this time instead of his tongue, his Master cock progressed deep into my anticipating cunt. He grabbed my tits and started to fuck me fiercely. Mr. Brown went on for a long time. I'm sure he plowed my vagina for a good twenty minutes. The sweat from his brow and body was pouring off him so much the sheets were getting soaked. I held on for dear life feeling the most grateful I ever had.
Eventually, he became clear from the widening of my bowels that Mr. Brown was going to blow his man load into my pussy. Now, Mr. Brown had fucked me before and I had enjoyed each time, but this was different. Mr. Brown had never made love to me prior to a fuck. He had always whipped me, or electrocuted me, or caned me, or put sounds in my penis; but never love.
"Cum with me boy. Cum with me now!" Mr. Brown ordered. I got right at it taking my cock into my hand working very hard to get the timing just right. "Now, fucker. Now. Shoot your load. Here is mine. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."
We came together. When his orgasm subsided enough to remember where he was he looked down at me and smiled. He had smiled at me a few times over the course of our knowing each other, but this felt different. Still I was hesitant to put much stock into anything beyond that this was another form of Master's entertainment. Mr. Brown fell on top of me. He crushed me with his body. I felt my rings smashed against his hairy torso giving me yet another sense of eroticism. Mr. Brown pulled out of my freshly fucked cunt fell onto his back taking me with him and kissing me hard embracing me with his manliness and dare I say, love.
We spent the entire day together naked. He made me fix lunch per usual, but I served it to him naked in bed. We fucked several more times. After dinner, we listened to classical music in the living room in each other's arms. That night, he took me to bed with him and we slept together.
This had been the biggest day of my life. This was the first time that I had had sex in a bed with another man. This was the first time I had slept with another man. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, but the next morning the normal routine returned. I somehow woke up in my own bed in the black room with the speakers announcing it was morning and time to get the day moving along. When I got into the kitchen to read the morning print out, it was stated that I was to have the meals on the table at specific times and that I was not to be in the dining room to present the food, nor while Master ate. In other words, I was not going to see or speak with him all day. Wow! Now I know why I kept saying to myself all day yesterday, `I am his servant, his slave, his entertainment; nothing more.'
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