Chapter Two
Anyway, the shower felt so nice and the soap makes me smell wonderful. Now I can understand why he wanted me to use it on myself. It's all for the Master's pleasure since he's the one who will always be smelling me when I'm naked for him.
I turn off the water. He hands me a towel and stands there watching me dry myself off. That makes me very self-conscious and I realize I'm hoping he approves of how I do it. Finally I get the bottoms of my feet and step out of the shower. "Stay standing, but spread those legs a lot more, as far as they can go." And fuck, here we go.
He take a fresh towel and dries my cock and balls and it feels so wonderful. The next thing I know, he's locking a cage over my dick which is pressing in on it from all sides including the tip. Oof! "It that squeezing you far too much or just a little, sport? he asks.
"Just a little."
"Sir," he says, correcting me.
"Just a little, Sir." He nods his approval. So now I'm even being taught how to talk. Hot.
"Fine," he says, and he leave me standing there, trying to cope with what he just did to me and what it means. This is every bit as awful as I thought it would be. I know some guys are really into it, but I'm not one of them. So once again the question comes up: Should I quit now? No. Not yet.
So anyway I'm just standing there trying to deal with what just happened. He's taken my dick away from me and locked it in a cage. "Now kneel down and suck my cock. Suck my cock knowing that no one will ever suck yours, not ever. Suck me good, Terry. Your friends at the college told you're a good cocksucker, so give me your best blowjob. If I think you're slacking off, you'll be punished. I'd rather not have to punish you so soon."
He walks off and goes to sit on the side of his bed. and somehow he managed to get his clothes off, but I can't see his dick the door of the bathroom. But all of a sudden, I realize something is wrong: I can't just walk over there like I'm some trick! No way! I'm not a trick. I'm his boy, his slave. He bought and paid for me, the slave he just caged. . . . This is so damn hot! I'm really into this feeling.
So what should I do? I get down on the ground and crawl to him. He opens his legs and as I crawl to him I keep my eyes glued to his hard cock, especially the head, the hottest, juiciest, most perfect cockhead I have ever seen.
I go to him and he puts his hand on my head but doesn't exert any pressure as I travel up until I reach his thighs, and I kiss my way up his thigh to my right, all the golden hairless flesh which is so delicious to me because he didn't shower, and I kiss his balls but don't lick them and it smells so good in there and a get a couple dark blond hairs in my teeth which I have to stop and take out before kissing the root of his dick and then licking all the way, all the way up to the tip. I lick around his ridge then slide my tongue up over his slit and lick it's precum until finally I have his entire tip in my mouth and I worship it with my tongue and am thrilled when I hear him moan.
"That's right, baby. Make love to this dick. It's your Master's dick, the dick you'll be worshipping all the time now, the dick that fucking owns you. Suck down the juices, faggot. Don't be squeamish. That juice comes from your Master's dick so it's a fucking drug for you to get addicted to. that's it, boy, make that dick leak and satisfy your faggot thirst, cocksucker." And he slaps my face, almost tenderly, but then it starts getting harder. "Open wide, sport!" he yells and as I do so he forces most of his dick into my mouth a little at a time and his hand on the back of my neck squeezes me a little as he enters my body for the first time.
"That's right, faggot. That's where I belong, right down your cocksucking throat. Ah yes, faggot, you're gonna be my very good slaveboy and I'll be giving you to some other dicks to serve as well, but you'll never find one that turns you on as much as your Master's dick turns you on. That's it, Terry, now my faggot slave, my personal cocksucker who gets to taste everything that comes from that dick, even my piss because that's how low a slave I want you to be for me. The lowest of all."
I'm totally lost in being his cocksucker, worshipping him because he owns me and he's making me love him and make love to his cock. Oh my God. This is the most wonderful things that has ever happened to me, being here sucking his cock and learning how he intends to train me as his slave. "Okay, sport, it's time for you to get your first real taste of your Master's cum, I'm almost ready. Tighten up a bit, boy. Yes. . . . get it, faggot!!!!!!
And he spills into my mouth and follows with more splurts and there's so much of it but I try my dammest not to have to swallow any of it just yet. I want to hold him in my mouth this way, taste him, learn to love the taste because I'll be drinking a lot of it from here on in and it's so creamy and just a tiny bit bitter but for me it's better than a milkshake. "Start swallowing, faggot or you'll end up choking on it." So I do, a bit at a time.
"That's it, faggot, swallow down my cum. Gallons of it over your life as my slave. More medicine for my faggot slave. Few guys ever have to swallow as much cum as you'll be swallowing, faggot, and not only mine. But mine is a drug for you, faggot. The others, they're just cum. But mine is your drug, faggot, and you'll do anything to get it. I want you to be such a cock-hungry faggot that you actually fucking crave my cum. Not just put up with it or take it because eyou have to, but actually fucking CRAVE my cum, eventually crave everything that ever cums from your Master's cock. Everything, faggot. You'll get there, don't worry. That's right. You're gonna get to the point where you start dreaming of the day you'll become my urinal. That's what I'm going to train you for, Terry. My cum-drinking, pain-taking, urinal slave."
It doesn't even frighten me. I just learned that I want him to break me in just the way he's telling me. I want it. It won't be easy, and I won't like all of it, but I want it. I want him to possess me that way. Damn, I've never wanted anything before. To find a man who has what it takes to turn me into his slave.
I have no thoughts about giving up on this. Nope. He brings to his bed and pulls back the covers so I can get in. He managed to put on sleep pants after I cleaned him up from blowing him. More symbolism: the slave is naked, not the Master. Then he gets in and holds me in his arms. I can feel his dick on my groin above the damn cage. My face on his chest. I sleep.
DREAM: I dream about him sending pics of me and offering my to any men who want to make use of a slave. A couple boys from school recognize me in the pictures and they tell him they want to see me crawling and licking and sucking them. They tell Danny and he "hires" me for a night with him and his buddies. Danny, Eddie and Jonny watch me strip naked and kneel. They stick their hard dicks in my mouth and slap me around. They slap and spit and shake their hard leaking cocks at me then make me lick their precum from the floor where it dripped while they were shaking themselves.
Eddie spits on the floor then shoves my head down to lick that up as well. Jonny comes up behind me and tries to shove his hard dick up my ass but Gabriel stops him. "Only I get to fuck that ass. Fuck the faggot's face instead." Another guy name Martin shows up. He always bullied me back then and I'm afraid it's going to get even worse now. I wake up crying out, "No, please not him, Master, please keep him away!"
Gabriel shakes me until I wake up completely then starts toying with my nipples. "No one is going to hurt you, sport, except for when you need to be punished. I'll take care of you as long as you do what I want. I start moaning because he's making my nipples get sore and one of them was already tortured the night before.
"Sore, baby?" Gabriel asks me, and I nod. "I like seeing the pain in your eyes, sport. It makes them glow. I think a little pain is good for you."
"As long as it's only a little pain," I plead.
"That will be up to me, boy, how much pain you'll take."
Ulp.
Then he chuckles. "Hey, I'm just goofing on you, baby. Don't get scared. We'll work everything out together. I'm not the type of sadist who really gets off on doing violence to some poor innocent cocksucker just for the pleasure of hearing you scream and beg for mercy---at least unless you wanted me to beat you that badly . . . .but it's all consensual, baby, never forget that. Besides, I'm . . .um . . . kinda sweet on you, Terry. Especially since you look so good all nice and smooth down where real men have lots of hair."
This damn guy is baffling my mind, and I have to admit, I'm loving it. "So this is how we're gonna play it: I'm gonna work those nipples and when it really starts hurting you're gonna kiss my hand as an act of submission to the pain. And when you think you just can't take any more, you're gonna call out, "MORE!" and I'll give you some more. And we'll keeping going like that you kissing my hand, crying out MORE then taking more pain until finally you hit the wall and cry out RED. Then I let go and take care of you. Got it, Terry?"
"Yes, I got it. Thanks for telling what's gonna happen, Sir." And with that he reaches out and takes them in his fingers again and damn, he really knows what he'd doing. I start wondering how he learned all this stuff and then I remember to kiss his hand and fuck, it really and truly feels like an act of submission. I'm kissing his hand to thank it for hurting me. That's the only way I can interpret what I'm doing.
I look into his eyes and I see something I've never seen before: incredible joy and satisfaction that he can do this to me. And I fucking want him to be the one to teach me all these things. Gabriel. "MORE," I cry out MORE for the first time. He smiles and nods his head and keeps on doing what he's doing to me and I cry out that word again and he says, "Good boy, giving yourself to me this way," and keeps on until finally I shout RED!!!
And it's all done. And he's still smiling. He's not the least bit disappointed. "You did so good, boy, so very good. I'm proud of you, sport. You're gonna be a good slave."
He tells me to get out of bed. He sits on the side of the bed and has me face him. He gently taps my inner thighs to get me to spread my legs more. Then he tells me to put my hands behind my head. At this point I'm willing to do anything he asks me to do.
He reaches out and takes my entire ball sac in his hand and pulls it down a bit. Then he smacks my balls a couple times and I grunt. He smiles more. He keeps slapping my balls and I keep bending over a bit when the pain hits me in the belly. Gently he pushes on my chest so I get upright again. He doesn't keep slapping me. Now he's just massaging my balls with his fingers and that really feels good until he starts squeezing my entire nutsack. Bit by bit his grasp gets tighter.
He squeezes and pulls the sac all at the same time and I find myself bending my knees to go where he's pulling me. "Stand up straight, slave. Do not bend your knees. Just let me toy with my slave's nuts not that I've got its cock locked up. Oh, and by the way, sport: I'm not letting that dick loose when you leave here today. You're now permanently locked into chastity. Your role in life is now to please men's cocks and that's how you'll get your pleasure from now on.. Giving pleasure that you have no right to give yourself any more. Nothing can be more humiliating than to be a cocksucker whose own cock is locked up and out of commission. That's what a cunt you are now, Terry. Dickless. But oh, these balls . . . so nice . . . "
"Let me ask you something, boy: do you know why BDSM Masters never have their slaves castrated, never have their balls cut off?"
"I don't know, Sir." I have to force out the words because he's started squeezing again.
"It's simple. Those balls are there for the Masters to torture. That's the only practical purpose they have any more. They're hanging down completely available and you're unable to protect them without risking serious punishment. They also save me a lot of time and trouble. I can get you to do anything I want just by punching your balls a few times until you give in and do what I want you to do. You've got the groin of a good slave. A dick locked up and out of commission and two balls hanging down waiting for the Master to smack them around."
He goes easy on me. He doesn't ever get me to beg for more; he stops long before that and then just caresses them for a while. As he does that I feel more vulnerable than ever, and I realize that I have no control over what is going to happen. It's all up to Gabriel. He's taking me over in a different way now. I don't know what to call it. All I know is that I like the way it feels being at his disposal, being subject to whatever he wants to train me to accept.
"Okay. It's time to get the day going. You must need to piss and empty out your ass. Go ahead, but make sure the toilet seat is up. You don't get to use a toilet seat any more, boy. Those are for free men, not for slaves. So go. Do what you must then clean yourself up, brush your teeth and then come back and let me taste how fresh your mouth is once you've got the smell of my piss out of it. Do what you have to do then crawl back in here."
And so, for the first time in my life, I willingly crawl into a cage where he's going to lock me in for the night.
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