Born - Chapter Eight
Mr. Brown pulled out of my freshly fucked, no longer virgin cunt immediately taking his mouth around my still rigid cock. No one had ever put their mouth around my cock before. I didn't realize what a sensation it was going to be. I was so over-the-top already that I came very fast spurting my eighteen-year-old slave cream into my Master's mouth. He took every drop before moving up over my body to kiss me as we shared the delicious fluid. I found it interesting that Mr. Brown sucked me off. Many Masters have nothing to do with their slave's cock. He, on the other hand, had gotten me off three times in our sexual encounters. I considered myself a lucky slave to have a Master interested in my orgasm.
My cock became flaccid while Mr. Brown lay on top of me kissing. Eventually, Mr. Brown got up and walked over to a drawer. He pulled something out. I could not see what he was doing from my angle. He came back, but the blindfold on for a minute and I felt him taking hold of my penis. I felt a plastic contraption on my cock and then I heard a distinct click. He pulled the blindfold back off.
"There you go boy. Take a look at your new decoration."
"What is it, Sir?" I knew what it was but I wanted him to explain.
"This is a chastity devise. You will no longer be able to have a hard on or cum without my removing it. This reason that I am putting this on you now is starting tomorrow you are going to be responsible for three daily sessions of pumping your nips. Daily nipple pumping will lead to excessive horniness and the desire to masturbate. We cannot have you taking a lot of extra time out of your busy day to masturbate. I know you have masturbated daily to this point, but no more. Here are the nipple pumps. You wet the ends and stick them on each nipple. Then you take this pump to suck the air out and create a vacuum. Detach the pump and hose leaving you free to move about your day while your nipples enlarge. The process will take weeks; therefore the chastity devise will remain on until the process is complete unless I want to see your cock hard."
I started to cry. Here Mr. Brown and I had just completed having what I thought was the most special of moments as he took my virginity. Now he was already starting out on a new way to control me. Mr. Brown paid no attention to my tears. Instead, he unhooked my arms and legs from the sling and walked out of the room. He didn't even help me out of the sling, which was difficult to get out of as there was little blood in my extremities to help me balance. I managed. I cleaned the dungeon space as I knew Mr. Brown would want me to. I went back to my room still in tears and heard the door lock behind me as it shut.
Next morning the speakers went off. I didn't want to get up any more. I was tired. I was hurt. The chastity device made my cock ache. When I went to the bathroom I peed all over the place because I was not used to getting the stream through the hole. I moved faster once I got in the shower, but the wind had been taken out of my sails.
Arriving in the kitchen, according to the note I was about ten minutes behind in getting breakfast at the appointed time. I didn't fucking care. I worked as quickly as possible, but I was late getting breakfast on the table. Mr. Brown said nothing. The note also informed me that I was relegated back to the kitchen unable to share a meal with him.
When I came back to check on the progress of his meal, Mr. Brown said, "Boy, meet me in the dungeon now!"
I walked into the dungeon not cleaning up as normal. Mr. Brown screamed, "Get in the center boy. Arms out!"
Mr. Brown put the wrist straps on connecting them to chains hanging from the ceiling. He put a horse bit in my mouth strapping it securely around my head. He unlocked the cock cage leaving my dick to harden immediately even under the terror of the moment. This all happened so fast I didn't even know what hit me. Suddenly a whip wailed across my back. This was no ordinary whip. This was a bull whip. The cut was deep and I knew this time it was a cut. I could feel the blood starting to drip down my back. Mr. Brown gave a series of five gashes onto my back. Nothing could ever prepare me for the pain that followed. I was crying hard. After the five gashes were complete, Mr. Brown released the restraints from the chains and I fell to the concrete in agony.
"Crawl over to me now, boy!" I crawled the best I could toward him. My eyes were so full of tears I only saw his feet. When I got close enough, he grabbed my hair forcing my face up to his cock, which was rock hard. "Open your mouth and suck me off!" I hardly got my mouth open before his appendage was deep into my throat. I had never sucked a cock before and I was gasping for air. He took his hands on my ears moving violently my head back and forth on his dick.
"Fucking faggot slave. Don't you get it yet? Get rid of your emotions now! You are a slave. You do as I say. You show up on time for everything I ask. I don't give a fuck about how you feel. You are my toy. You are my entertainment. I told you that in the beginning. I knew this time would come when you would resist, but I have no tolerance for it, understand?"
I couldn't say a word, but I heard every word even as I desperately attempted to breath between plunges of his cock.
"Yeah fucker. Suck my cock. Take my fucking man cock. You fucking slave. You fucking whore. Yes boy. That's it. Suck me. Taste your Master's body. Make love to it fucker. You are to love me. Period. Nothing else. This is not about you. You are the slave. You decided to do this, now buck up and be a man. Suck your Master's cock. You wanted to suck my cock the moment we met that first day at the bank. I was hard for you then and I'm still hard for you, but I won't put up with bull shit. Release who you always thought you were. Lose the rest of that ego now. I will be affectionate to you when I want to be and rough when I want to be and ignore you when I want to and you fucking feelings about it don't count. Got it asshole? Got it?
"Oh yeah fucker. Here I cum. Here cums your Master's cream boy. The thing you have waited five months for. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Arrrrrrrrgggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Master dumped is first load into my mouth. Regardless of the fact that I was in incredible pain and as angry as he was toward me, I was in heaven. I didn't even care that there were going to be scars on my back. I didn't care about anything. I was losing myself to be his. I thought I had prepared well for this position. I know I had, but I had no idea how hard this was going to be in reality. Being a slave was not for the faint of heart. Being a slave was not for some pussy queen as my Master had referenced once. Being a slave actually required being a man, but not. The paradox was fascinating to me.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. Mr. Brown broke me out of my trance as he poured rubbing alcohol on my wounded back.
"I don't want an infected boy." He said calmly.
Go wash yourself and come back to me. I did. When I returned, Mr. Brown put some pain relieving cream and antiseptic on the cuts. He was so tender and gentle; a 180 from ten minutes earlier. "There boy. Let those to scab. I will not be whipping you again for a while. I want those to heal perfectly. Consider it another part of the body modification process." He said with a bit of a cavalier attitude I didn't appreciate, but I already had a lesson in that my feelings don't matter.
"Look boy." Mr. Brown pointed to the floor. "You shot another load without your hands; shows you that you are a pain pig whether you like it or not. Cocks don't lie."
He was right. My cum was splattered all over the floor where I had been sucking him off. I hadn't even touched myself because I was too busy attempting not to suffocate. I made no comment.
"Ok, boy. Go on with your day. Follow the printed instructions and I expect no more sulking and no more tardiness."
"Yes, Sir."
Mr. Brown exited the dungeon leaving me once again to tidy, plus I hadn't cleaned the table or the kitchen. I was behind. I vowed to never let my feelings get in the way of my job again. Vowing and doing are two different things I would learn.