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Born – Chapter Six
Mr. Brown left me for a long time. If I could have slept in this vertical position, I would have. My body ached from the pain of the whips, from the sting of the hair-removal cream and standing unable to shift my weight more than a few inches either way. Eventually, I nodded off in a semi-dream state.
My interruption came with Mr. Brown touching the back of my neck with his lips. "You there boy? Wake up." I was only slightly conscious of what was happening, but my cock wasn't. His contact sent the appendage protruding. Mr. Brown released each wrist strap while still making love to my neck. He moved down my body giving gentle kisses to my back, buttocks and legs until he could reach the ankle harnesses. "Come with me boy." Mr. Brown took my arm walking me over to the shower. He turned it on for me getting it the proper temperature before directing me into the spray to clean myself up.
I had not paid any attention to his clothing as I was groggy and busily washing to please him. When I opened my eyes wide as my face dried, I saw that Mr. Brown was attired in full dress leathers. Oh, he was so handsome. He had on a short-sleeve leather shirt that exposed his hairy forearms. The pants were designed to fit perfectly. Mr. Brown's clothes were always tailored exactly; this was no different. The shine on his boots could have been a mirror. That was the moment I felt I could surrender to him completely for the rest of my life. I dare hoped he felt the same way.
Mr. Brown led me out of the dungeon back to the dining table. The food was already prepared waiting our arrival. He had done the work, which upset me for a minute because I felt that should be responsible.
We sat and I had to ask, "Sir, I thought I was to cook."
"Boy, you did enough for one afternoon. It is admirable that you are concerned, but I cook and I cooked long before I met you. There will be times, such as this afternoon, were you will not be available for chef duty. Remember, you are my manservant and my entertainment. Sometimes one has to give for the other." Mr. Brown smiled. He smiled in a way that I had never seen before. The smile was almost friendly. The smile was almost caring. The smile was definitely comforting. Over my time with Mr. Brown I would embrace moments such as this when I struggled to get through some of the other challenges ahead.
We ate in the usual silence from then on. The meal was exceptionally good. This provided a mark that I needed to achieve as his manservant. Upon completion Mr. Brown said, "Clean all this up, boy." Meet me back in the dungeon for round two in fifteen minutes.
Mr. Brown sat at the table as I picked up the first round of dishes. When I returned to the dining table, he was gone. I worked fast. Fifteen minutes is not a long time for getting a kitchen spotless after a meal. Mr. Brown had not cleaned anything in the process of preparation obviously feeling that that was my job. Yet, at about twelve minutes I started the dishwasher, hurried to my room for a minute to pee, and walked into the dungeon on time.
Mr. Brown was standing in back of a table with straps on it. "Lie down, boy." I placed myself on the table scared out of my mind as to what Mr. Brown was going to do now. The straps were every few inches tracing each arm, each leg, and my torso. In short order, I was immobile. Naturally, my eighteen year old cock was excited again. Mr. Brown came with a tray of sounds. I had seen this done on the Internet as well. He was very meticulous including using sterile gloves and complete sterile technique to perform the insertion. He started with a thin one attempting to see how wide I could take. The sensation was astronomical. Mr. Brown moved very slowly pushing the rod deep into my urethra. I couldn't believe how far it felt like it was going. I was not able to watch as my head was braced in place as well. I moaned. The feeling was phenomenal. He could do this all day to me just as he did with the whipping.
He brought the thinner one out, replacing it with the next thickness; then the next. The fourth rod was the most I could take. He shoved it so deep I felt as if it was in my balls. Then, I felt him attach some pads to my balls and cock. He shunted a metal butt plug up my virgin anus. Suddenly, I felt a tingling. The tingling was very light; almost a tickle. However, soon the intensity heightened. Within a couple of minutes, my moans of ecstasy became screams of desperation for him to stop.
Mr. Brown yielded after several minutes of this; however, not because of my pleas of request. He walked away for a moment coming back to show me a set of clamps with a chain attaching them. They were nipple clamps. The ones I had seen in porn had rubber tips on them. These had teeth. He started to play gently with my tits. I was young. My masturbation experience had never gotten as far as tit clamps, which is something more mature men do as they become practiced in the art of sexual pleasure. How would Mr. Brown know if I would enjoy these or not? How did he know any of it? He had an intuition about me. How much of this was his desire and how much was it my desire to please? Mr. Brown opened one clamp so that I could see fully the instrument. I felt his manly fingers squeeze my areola up away from my chest followed by the teeth cutting deep into the brown protrusion of my nipple. I shrieked. He paid no attention. This was followed by the other nipple received the same treatment and attention.
Next the electricity started again. He was a mad scientist. He hovered over my Frankenstein position one hand on the dial of the generator unit, one hand on the chain of the nipple clamps pulling my chest skin away from my upper body. "Nnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo!" Was all I could say. "Please, nnnnnnooooooooo!"
"Oh yes, boy. You are my evening entertainment. You are my toy. I don't give a damn if you say no. You can scream all you want fucker. You are here to serve me and this is how you are serving me at this moment. Damn, you are beautiful kid. Look at you all tied up and under my control. You've wanted to be controlled fucker. You've wanted a man. You've wanted to be with someone. Well, this is the one your with now boy. Too late to be saying things like `no'."
All the while he is saying these things to me; he is pulling the chain all different directions. The electricity is pulsating through my balls, penis and ass. I am delirious over this. Suddenly I feel a complete shift in my attitude. The pain became pleasure. I find myself wanting this just as I wanted the whipping earlier in the day.
"Yes Sir. Oh please, Sir. Hurt me Sir. I am yours. I will do anything for you, Sir. I want you so bad. I want to be your slave. I want to be your toy. Hurt me, please. Oh please hurt me. Make me beg for more. Oh God. Oh God. More. Please give me more. Oh yes. Oh yes. More, Sir. More. Oh fuck. Hurt me. Oh this is incredible, Sir. I want you. Give me everything you have Sir. Oh yes. Hurt my nipples. Hurt my cock. Hurt my ass. Oh the burning deep inside me. Oh God. Yes. Yes. Yes."
"That's right fucker. You are mine. I'm going to take you places you never dreamed of. Fucking hot pain pig. You are a fucking pain whore. Give me more, you say? Here it is?"
The unit went full bore into my balls. My cock was bouncing up and down from the electricity. The sound was deep in me. I barely wondered how I was going to cum, but it happened on its own again. The orgasm was so intense because the cum could hardly make it around the sound jammed into my urethra that only a small amount came out.
Abruptly, Mr. Brown yanked the sound unit out of my cock, turned off the electricity, and disconnected the clamps from my tits. I screamed bloody murder as the teeth extracted themselves from my skin. At the same time my cock exploded sending a second wave of orgasm up my body. I scarcely heard Mr. Brown saying, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Mr. Brown came down on my chest and abs licking up all my cum. He then moved up to my mouth giving me our first kiss. He shared my cum with me on his tongue and I swallowed all I could. We kissed for a few minutes tenderly and softly; the opposite of this intense encounter. Then, Mr. Brown did something as if he knew what was about to occur. He rapidly unbelted each strap on my body. He grabbed me from under my back and pulled me close to him in an embrace. All of a sudden, I started to cry. I started to wail. And, I couldn't stop. I couldn't control myself. I went on for at least fifteen minutes, while Mr. Brown did nothing other than hold me as I wrapped my arms around his masculine, leather-clad body. How did he know? Why did he understand me so well? Why was I crying?
He led me out of the dungeon walking me slowly down the hall to my little room. He turned, kissing me one more time softly on my lips; "Good night, boy." He gently directed me into my room, shut the door and I heard the lock clamp. I fell into bed almost unconscious feeling very empty and alone, yet knowing I was not.
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