Chapter 25. The Psychopath. Days that follow. Dinner and duets.
Conor fights hard not to cry. Or even worse. Steven sold him? He can't believe it. I this what his life is going to be like now? Bought and sold like a piece of merchandise, with him having no rights, no choice, no chance to object? Damn!
Master F laughs. Life-long dream, faggot, to lay cane stripes up and down a faggot slave's body. So get your miserable ass downstairs and grovel in the dirt in my basement. And just wait. Imagine how much it's gonna hurt, especially when I make you bleed. "That's why the fuck I bought you: I could picture the blood on your back and ass while you scream yourself hoarse. That's all you're good for. A body to torture, then fuck. So go! Get down there, slave. Be quick about it!
Conor's heart was breaking and he was trembling with fear. Owned by this monster, just so he could watch the boy bleed? He gets down the stairs and it really is filthy there, but he doesn't dare risk angering Master F any more than he already is. He forces himself down and grovels in the dirt and trembles there in the stinking air of that filthy basement. What will become of him now? How could Steven betray him this way? Right when he was getting to feel so safe, so secure. What happened to all that? If this is truly what being a slave is like, maybe he doesn't want it after all.
There's noise upstairs. He hears one man yelling at the other. "You fucking bastard, playing with its head that way!" The door to the basement opens and he hears footsteps quickly making their way down the stairs. "Holy shit! Look at the filth here. Get off that dirty floor, baby. I didn't sell you. That fucker upstairs decided to fuck with your head. Come on, baby. Let me help you up."
"Is it really Steven, or is this another head trip? Before he knows it, Conor is up off the floor and is sobbing in Steven's arms and Steven comforts him. "I'm keeping you forever, Conor. I'm not giving you up. You're such a good, sweet, smart boy. You're my treasure and I own you, Conor. Forever. Now just stay here for as long as you want and then when you're ready, we'll go upstairs and get out of this dump."
Finally they get up to leave. As they walk to the door, they see Master F sitting there watching a movie, having not a care in the world about what he did. "fucking psychopath!" Steven growls on the way out. "Don't worry. I'll spread the word. Maybe it will even get you some sick visitors, but the rest of us will stay far away."
It was amazing to see the rapid transformations in Steven while he was trying to comfort his boy who had just been abused while at the same time confronting the boy's abuser. Soft and comfy and sweet on one side and raging and threatening on the other. (It will take a magnificent actor to be able to play this part. Maybe that skinny guy who's all the rage these days.)
Conor is a lot better once they got driving. Except for occasional hiccups, he was back to normal. "I was looking for you because you were late and that never happened before and then he told me to stop looking. You weren't coming back. He bought me. He owns me now. Then ordered me to go into that filthy basement and grovel in the dirt and he was going to come down to cane me until I was bleeding. It seems he would really get off on the blood. That guy's dangerous."
"Meanwhile he had asked me to come 40 minutes late to get you today, and I just agreed, thinking nothing of it. Damn. I have to change the way I think about having a slave. Yes, you're all that humiliating stuff, but the truth is that you are a great treasure to me—yes, property—and I have to be thinking of how to keep you safe all the time."
"You'll do it, Master."
Steven pats his leg. "Conor, there's something I would like you to understand: all this buying' and selling' and `giving away,' to a large extent it is all roleplaying and having fun acting. Don't forget: everything has to be consensual. "Would you have agreed to live like his slave?"
"Of course not."
"So then, you are valueless in his eyes. But valuable and precious to me." Conor purrs and Steven is amazed at how good it feels to be talking to him like this, not like to some clueless bimbo he picked up off a street corner downtown. Nah. This is an investment. In both our happiness.
Conor's clothes are covered with dirt and there are dirty tear stains running down its face, and yet he's never looked more beautiful to Steven, ever. "Slaveboy, take off all your clothes now so we don't track all that dirt into the house." Conor quickly begins to strip.
"Hmm. I should probably take the garden hose to hose you off first." Conor jumps in his seat. Steven wiggles his eyebrows at Conor. "Best way to get sludge off a slave boy. And the water isn't too cold either." Conor lowers his head with a turned-on kind of smile on his face. "Whatever you wish, Master." Conor will play it up really big, trying to dodge the water, jumping, rushing back and forth, knowing Steven must be really enjoying this, maybe even thinking it's real, he's "really getting his slave good, reminding that it belongs to him." After that's done, Steven literally picks up the slave in his arms and carries it into the house, depositing it in a warm shower that the two of them can share together. And he tenderly washes the slave's body, scrubbing in some places and says, "I should probably have you fumigated. Like a piece of furniture the dirty man sat in."
Conor works his way down the Master's body, adoring his tough exterior and delicious skin, and before long the slave is on its knees and the Master's fingers are in its mouth, hoping it to open for what is coming next. He keeps at it until the slave gags and chokes, and then he takes his hand away and rubs all the wetness into the slave's face before slapping it several times. Hard. Then splits the boy's lips open and shoves in his cock, pressing as far inside as he possibly can before the slave tries to fight him off.
No need for punishment here. The boy is doing an awesome job, and choking a lot less. Practice makes perfect when breaking in a sub's throat. Steven offers words of encouragement. "Yes, Conor, you are going to be the world's best cocksucker. You're doing so well. Too bad, because I kind of liked hearing you choke for me." Conor dives all the way down and quickly begins to choke. "That's right, bitch. Choke on a real man's cock, not like that boycock you have locked up between your legs."
Steven decides to stop the shower, get them dry and pounce on the bed with Steven on top of him punching and slapping all over while Conor lets go of all resistance and just takes it. He's a toy Steven can pound on when he needs to. Or anything else he wants. That's what Conor's for.
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Brandon
Saturday is Mom's birthday. Michael, Gary and Brandon are working together to make a special dinner for her and Barry. Oscar has only met her in passing, so he's looking forward to getting to know her better. Steven knows how important this occasion is for all of them, so he sends Conor over to make sure the house sparkles everywhere and for Conor, this is a work of love for these wonderful brothers of his.
The three brothers are naked, although Brandon and Michael have large aprons on. That hasn't stopped them from getting paddle-shots or other hits on their backs and asses as Gary and Oscar make sure they're on their best behavior. At the moment Gary's got a crop and Oscar a short leather strap which is one of his favorite implements and goes with him all the time. Michael knows its bite quite well as time goes by. And lest Conor feel neglected, Oscar loves laying light stripes across the boy's naked body.
It's agreed that 40 minutes before they arrive, the boys will shower together downstairs and then get dressed in what has been laid out for them. Steven pops by to pick up Conor, who won't be at the supper but rather will be with Steven on his way over to another of Steven's friends, riding naked in the car so it knows what kind of visit this is going to be. Steven just loves watching others have their way with him. His occasional remarks zing Conor right in the center of his slave personality. it's tricky to be using names and not titles, so they try to be especially careful, knowing full well that any slips or mistakes will be dealt with later in a most decisive manner.
Finally everything is in the warmer, the boys are bathed and dressed. Gary went out and got some very nice flowers for the table and Steven had actually baked the birthday cake, since that's one of his hobbies.
Oscar answers the door to let Mom and Barry in, and he's happy to have a chance to speak with her at last. She's met him before but doesn't know much about him other than Michael seems very happy and likes to mention him in conversations all the time.
Dinner is lovely. Blah blah blah. Let's take a look at what's happening to Conor.
Conor
This is new. As soon as they got out of the car, Steven put a piece of headgear on Conor's head that has blocked out every trace of light. They are visiting Stevens business friend Harold and his boyfriend Malcolm. Conor was stripped as soon as they got inside and both men have been speaking with him and welcoming him to their home. Malcolm puts a nozzle to the slave's throat and it's able to take a drink of water. "Just ask when needed, boy." "thank you, Sir."
Steven explains that this is whole new experience for the slave; it has never been deprived of the sight of the people its serving, although both of them seem like pretty nice guys. Besides, Steven likes them so that's all that matters.
The slave is at Steven's feet and actually feels like it is able to take part in the conversation, although it frequently is directed at the slave's shrinking sense of pride. For example,
"Conor, your Master tells me that he is the first real Master you've served. Get to do a lot more things than on line, don't you, slut? Tell me some things you get to do now to please your Master."
"suck his cock and balls and feet and toes and take things from his mouth and dick and hands, eat food from a bowl, spread legs and offer Master the balls, get fucked." Yes, Sir, lots of things."
Harold asks how he got to Lipton and that starts the slave off on telling a long story. Finally, Steven says, "that's enough. put your mouth to better use." He takes the leash he's holding and tosses it to Harold. Harold pulls him over and when Conor touches his legs, he realizes that Harold has no pants on. "come on, boy, use your hands to find my cock and when you do, suck it nice and easy. Come, slave."
"Nice, slave. Show Master Harold how much you like cock. You were built for this, Conor. A boy meant to serve its betters." The slave feels a crack of a lash on its back and yelps lightly. Harold chuckles. "That was a nice sound. Do it again, Mal." And surely enough, another lash lays a bit above the first one and this time Conor's yelp is higher pitched.
Harold stops the slave, gets up and bends over. "Lose that face in my ass crack and lick my hole, slave, whole Malcolm bats your balls with its feet. If he hurts you, dive more deeply into me. Let my ass feel your pain, especially since you can't bend over."
Eventually, Conor gets spit roasted by the two friends and he keeps choking on Malcolm's larger cock while it feels really good being fucked by Harold who pulls all the way out and then shoves himself all the way in again.
"Good boy, good good boy, showing my friends what a slut slave you really are." This continues far into the night and Conor never does get to see these men whose piss he gets to wear and taste before the evening is over. (Much to his surprise. Master has not made his wishes clear about this yet, and yet tonight he's had a couple mouthfuls he never expected to have to swallow.)
Steven doesn't take the hood off until the guys are out of sight. It takes Conor a bit of time to adjust to the change in lighting and so its Master leads it out to the car to bring it home and lock it into its cage where it belongs when it's time to sleep.
"Status check, slave," orders Steven, and this is when the slave has to tell its Master about the pain it feels. "Nipples pounding pain, balls very sore, back has two spots from the strap that hurt the most. Taste of piss in mouth is awful, Master."
"I'll wash that taste away with my own, slave, after I fuck you, you on all fours, legs wide spread."
As soon as they get in, conor goes to the place Steven usually likes to use and gets into position, bracing itself for an attack by its horny Master. And so it comes. Steven takes possession without any violence at all, and a groan from deep inside Conor's body is heard as Conor mentally surrenders itself to the feelings its Master gives it.
When he's finished, Steven goes inside to wash but does not give the slave permission to move despite something dripping from its ass. He comes back out and stands at the slave's head.
"Open, bitch, and drink like the urinal you are for me. Filthy pig slave for life. Swallow me, slave and let me hear the gulps. Don't spill, boy, or you'll get the cane. Get it all, slave."
Conor takes it all gratefully, and it is true, the taste of his Master's piss is so much better than that of others. Good thing, because he is not allowed to wash, a diaper is put on for his "drippings," and he curls up in his cage knowing he'll be tasting piss burps all night and having diluted piss in his drinking supply. At least he's safe. And his Master will never sell him. That's all he's ever wanted: to be a slave to a good Master, even if he's tough. That's worth all the piss in the world if he has to drink it.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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