Chapter 3 -- NINETEEN.
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He led me affectionately to the living room, but even so he still asked me.
-Are you sure you want to live some pain now, Shitbag?
-Master Darren, Sir, let me repeat how grateful I am to you. My heart is still pounding: I am alive. This very night I have discovered I am gay. Yes sir I admit it now: I am gay. And you have the face, the body, the smell I want to sniff for the rest of my life, and the attitude of a dominating man. And I also desire that. You will definitely shape me the way you want me, Sir, and I will be the slave you have always dreamt of having, Sir.
As if in response to my words, and taking advantage of the fact that I was walking first and showing him my hole, unexpectedly he kicked my ass with such force that I almost fell to the floor, but remained on my knees just in front of his big couch.
-Well, slave, you certainly asked for it.
And he went on kicking my ass, increasingly more painfully. Tears began spurting from my eyes.
-You're crying, slave.
-I cannot help it, Sir. It's really painful. But I will never ask you to stop and will only say thank you, Master Darren. I thank you, Sir and I want more.
But then he stopped kicking my ass and almost with my face on the couch as I was he started to spank me. His blows never stopped and he was increasing the pain. He wanted me to come to his bed tonight with red ass, he told me. So I counted twenty-five painful slaps and after each of them I said thank you, Sir.
-Wait for me in this position, Shitbag. I will soon be back. There's more to come.
I waited patiently for him for two minutes, meditating that now I should be more resilient, accept any pain he wanted to throw at me and thank each of his blows. I felt him coming and he asked me to look at him then.
-This is a bullwhip, Shitbag, that now I will use on you.
-Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.
And he flogged my vulnerable ass mercilessly, but did not lash me many times for soon he started to whip my back. I suspected he wanted to take pain to every part of my body. I simply cried, thanked him once and again and never protested. Soon I could feel my back was slightly bleeding but even so I said nothing. He asked me to turn and I gritted my teeth. Now I could see his infuriated face when he started to whip my chest. Just a minute and he started with my arms, continued with my legs and even coiled the bullwhip round my cock and I blasted a new load because of the pain in that sensitive area. But I stopped my tears and said thank you, Master Darren.
-I'm not gonna whip your balls but they must suffer too.
-Yes, Sir; please, Sir.
And then he squeezed my balls so hard that had I not busted a load just now, I would have cum again. To finish the torment he said now he would slap my face and I should count with him.
-One Sir, thank you, Sir; two, Sir, thank you, Sir.... Thirty, Sir, thank you, Sir.
And then he stopped, came to me and instead of a new pain that I feared, he kissed me strongly instead.
-Never have I met such a brave man. Remember it, Shitbag, and whatever you swallow or whatever pain you are given, always be proud. I did not remember to tell you that I don't like submissive men who always seem to be ashamed of what they are or do. You may be unworthy and filthy. But no reason not to be proud of all that. You are now Shitbag, but you can be proud of that fact, cause you accept everything courageously. Always make me proud of you.
-So it will always be, Master Darren. I am glad of the lesson you have just taught me. Your Shitbag will after now always be proud of what he is and of the pleasure he can give you.
-So now, slave, you know what I want to do to you. The time has come. Let's go to the kitchen. We will do what we have to do and next we will eat something before going to bed.
And we entered the kitchen at last where I was gonna be mutilated now. He asked me to sit down and outstretch my hand. He had chosen the little finger of my left hand, he told me. Next he was rummaging in a drawer and took out a machete. I saw he still had some doubts but it was me who encouraged him.
-Do it, Sir, please. I have been all the evening longing for this moment and I want to be branded and have that wonderful and humiliating second name, Sir.
-It will be quick then.
He took momentum and almost treacherously and in one single blow he cut my left little finger at last. I cried out of pain but also out of emotion. He saw I was bleeding, took out a sticking plaster and placed it expertly in what little was left of my lost finger, which was now on the table. Then he asked me.
-So what are your names now, slave?
-Master Darren, I am lucky now to have two names for the rest of my life. I am happily your slave Shitbag but now I can finally say that my other name for the rest of my life will be Nineteen. Thank you, sir.
-Now get your lost finger and lick it as if it were a cock that you are sucking, Nineteen.
I loved hearing my master uttering my new name at last.
-Yes, Sir. --And I soon took it and was sensuously licking it for two minutes as if it were my master's cock that I was sucking again.
-I'll never throw that finger away. I will keep it as a memento on our bedside table. But as I know it will rot and our bedroom will soon have an unbearable smell, tomorrow I will make a plastic cover for it. And there it will always remain.
-Yes, Sir --I acquiesced again.
-Now we will eat. I have prepared a potato omelette today. I will warm it up and as we eat I will tell you a few rules.
-Yes, Sir --I replied and waited for him to warm up the omelettes at the time I looked at my lost finger on the table with emotion. Finally our meal was on the table and Master Darren told me I could start and we both ate together as he told me.
-So, these are the rules for the rest of your life with me, if you come back tomorrow.
-Which of course I will, Sir --I broke in.
-Well, Nineteen. I will fuck you every day as often as I want. You will blow me, lick my feet, pits and ass as often as I tell you to and I will keep on being this dirty but you will have a daily shower. I will feed you excrements as often as I want, piss every day. You will never fuck me; I will never lick anything from you and you will feed me nothing, understood?
-Yes, Sir.
-I will beat you whenever I want. And as for fidelity, remember we are master and slave, not a couple so I will cheat you with boys or girls as often as I want. You will not cheat me of your own free will. I will also lend you to a couple of friends I have and you have no say in this. But you will also be Shitbag and Nineteen for them and they will gang fuck you and you will also eat their excrements. But at least as one of my friends is gay and a bottom you can have your sexual needs covered with him. He can blow you or you can fuck him for instance. Is all this clear for you?
-Yes, Sir. But my main desire now is to always care for your pleasure and serve you, Sir. But of course I accept every condition.
And then we finished dinner. He told me now we should finally go to our bed where I would have to please him before sleeping. He took my lost finger with him and placed it on the bedside table of a bedroom I knew at last. Of course it was dirtiest, his smell everywhere and his sheets absolutely yellow. He invited me to enter first; he came next and the first thing he did was kissing me affectionately for a couple of minutes. Then he told me I should suck his cock again.
It was a grateful blowjob that I gave him now. When I had licked my mutilated finger imagining it was his cock, I had a strong desire to have his dirty cock again in my mouth. I had so much to thank that man, thanks to whom I was alive, knowing at last that I was gay, living a filthy second life which I so desired to live, eating every possible dirty thing and even baptized in pain. I knew I wanted to live always like this and my tongue had to transmit him my gratitude. He should be noticing my affectionate heartbeats in that moment for he finally yelled and shot a huge load into my mouth, which I swallowed with a bright face and a wide smile. I was glad I had achieved a new cum from my master. Then he told me we should finally have some sleep. I was happy but exhausted and I fell asleep soon, his wonderful dirty naked body surrounding all my skin. But I think it was two hours later that I woke up bewildered. He was breaking his own rules and was affectionately licking my right foot then.
I thought it would be better to keep on pretending I was asleep for I was feeling a new emotion my master had told me that very night I would never feel. I sensed his tongue gently licking my foot for a while and then he came to my left foot and sweetly sniffed it. I sensed his nose there inhaling my smell. At least I knew I was clean enough after the shower. Then he also licked my other foot: I was glad he liked his new slave's smells and tastes.
But soon he stopped and then he came to my left armpit, the only one he could sniff in that position I had then. I was feeling real bliss filling me, sensing that Master Darren was not a psycho but he was a sweet man after all as he himself had hinted. He was licking my armpit for half a minute and then when I thought he would stop, I suddenly felt his tongue caressing my balls. It was hard to pretend I was asleep. My dick was rock hard but he could think I was having a wet dream. But I still had to be quite disconcerted when I noticed him securely going up my shaft and licking the head and soon swallowing my dick. I could no longer feign sleep because I had a real urge to piss then, so I had to talk.
-Master Darren, Sir. Sorry to tell you that I have been awake for minutes. You can punish me if you want. But my need to piss is so urgent, Sir, that I thought I should tell you or else I would end up pissing in your mouth.
-I will not punish you. Ok, Nineteen, I will break one of my rules now. I have tasted piss twice and now you are gonna piss in my mouth. It's an order, slave.
I had no more chance then and I sensed his mouth in my cock awaiting my stream. Oh, I hoped he liked it. I could swallow anything but I didn't want to disgust him. But I mustered courage and started peeing. His response was moaning and stroking my body so more secure now I bathed him with a longer stream till he drank everything that was in my bladder.
-And now slave; I will break some more of my own rules. I like boys and I like you, hot as hell and courageous as the very devil himself. It is true that you will never fuck me but you will have a shower only once a week. I want you with some smell and I will lick everything of you too, whenever I want. Now I will give you a blowjob.
I hardly had any time to say yes, Sir, when I could feel his sweetness now as he was slowly massaging the head of my dick before he gulped it down. It was the first time I'd had a blowjob from a man and I knew then I would always prefer men after now. I think I fell in love with that hot man in that moment but I would not tell him till tomorrow. But so moved I was, so grateful, so aroused that I had to soon erupt and warning him beforehand as he had previously told me to do, I screamed: "I am cumming, Master Darren", and he swallowed all my juice not letting a single drop spill. He seemed happy after that moment and told me now we should sleep both of us cuddled happily and I resumed my sleep, grateful to that man for all he had done to me.
I heard the alarm at eight. My master had also heard it and the first thing he did was kissing me strongly, saying "good morning, Nineteen. Hope you have spent a good first night sleeping with a man." Of course I reassured him and then he told me to come out of the bed.
-I got some clean clothes that I think will suit you well. Come on, try them on.
He lent me some underwear, jeans and a beautiful yellow T-shirt, together with some shoes. I had some clothes on again after a lot of hours naked. He also gave me a key.
-Now you know where I live. If you really want to come back to our house, you can open the door with it. Today I have to work from six to twelve. When will you be back?
-I will close the fruit shop as every day, Sir, at two. Then I will go to my former house to get some money for a taxi and will be back.
-We can have some sex then before I leave for work. Then as I am a good cook you will eat here with me. And of course I will never take your other house, your money or your car: do you have a car, slave?
-I don't, Sir. I went to the landfill on foot. Let me add that I would also like to see you in the fruit shop or in my other house, Sir.
-But remember that other than when we are alone, or you are lent to my friends Vince and Lionel, you will always call me Darren, only that. You understand? Do it now.
It was not easy for me but I said: "Thank you, Darren."
-And I would call you Shaun. Where do you live?
I gave him the address of the fruit shop and my other house. Realizing that I lived far from him and I could be late, he also gave me money for a taxi.
-You might need some gloves too to cover your cut finger.
-I have gloves at home, Sir. I can put them on. But I have thought that I'd better explain to my customers that I had a problem with a machine yesterday, my finger was trapped and it was torn and I spent the night in hospital.
-Good, slave. --And he came to my lips then and kissed me with a special affection, saying I could go now and adding he would like to see me again.
-But please say nothing now.
I finally left him with a strong desire to see him again; I took a taxi and was soon in my former house. I kissed the floor in gratitude as the very Pope often does for when I had left that house last night I had no thought of seeing it again. I looked for some gloves and first covered my hands with them and went down to the fruit shop and opened it. It was only ten to nine. There were a couple of customers already waiting to buy their fruit.
It was a hot day and I was sweating as a pig and the hours passed slowly for me since I wanted to soon be back with my master whom I loved so much. My hands started sweating and I removed my gloves. When customers saw my mutilated finger they made me questions and I answered what I had planned to say, adding now I had nineteen fingers. I could have said nine fingers but it was hot to surreptitiously utter my new name before people who knew nothing. Many customers that day but I finally closed the shop. Now it was time to return at last to Master Darren.
I took another taxi and was back with him in ten minutes. I opened the door with the key he had lent me, my new key after now, and soon I saw that he was waiting for me sitting on the couch with no clothes on. The smell in the house, plus his own smell, all that reminded me that I was already back in paradise. But he was crying. When I saw him crying, I started weeping too.
-I was not sure that you would come back. How shall I call you?
And still crying, I said.
-Shitbag or Nineteen, Sir. I don't want to see you crying anymore. Of course I will return to our house every day, cause --and breaking down in that moment, I finally uttered what I was feeling- I love you now, Sir. I am deep in love with you and I will always be, Sir, I cannot help it.
-Come here, Nineteen.
He told me to sit beside him on the couch and he affectionately kissed me as he started to take off my clothes. And he was talking.
-The problem with me, Shitbag, is I don't think I will ever fall in love. I have never been in love so far. I hear people talking about that feeling and I am sure they are feeling something indescribable and I don't doubt their word as I don't doubt your word right now --and now having stripped all my clothes he added-. But I don't need that feeling to be sure I want to live with you forever. And we could change our relationship if you want and be just a couple.
-Sir, please don't. I don't need your love; I just need that you always allow me to love you. I am the happiest man on Earth because I am your slave. I was branded last night to always have those two beautiful names, Sir. I wanna keep on pleasing your entire body with the wonderful smell you have, which my nose has always wanted to sniff. I wanna keep on eating everything that comes from you, being beaten of whatever you want to do with me, Sir. I will be lent to your friends and you'll be proud of your slave, I can assure you. So please Sir, I love you, but never change anything. I love you for everything you are, the sweet and smelly dominating man you have so far showed me you are.
-Ok, Nineteen. I will change nothing but we will live together and so you are always calm I will start by giving you a new blowjob.
And he was true to his word. Even though I could resist now for longer, I came soon, for cumming soon was also a token of my love and I had been all day horny waiting to be back with him. Then he told me he was gonna fuck me but this time he increased his sweetness after he had pushed his cock into my ass. He touched me, caressed me, kissed me, jacked me off and my dick was throbbing in homage to him till I sensed again what I was expecting: his juice bathing my crack again and I busted my load next.
We were then having a new coffee in which he told me again how our relationship master and slave should be. But he assured me that we were also a couple, love or not, since he had always wanted to spend his life with a man like me, he told me. He told me his new rules, different from yesterday's rules, and he convinced me now that he would give me at least a daily blowjob, and he would often lick everything of me and jack me off. In fact he was jacking me off as we drank our coffees. When I came, he told me now he would put his clothes on again and go to work but I should wait for him doing whatever I wanted in a house that now was forever ours. He kissed me affectionately and left and I was for some hours alone in that house, jacking off from time to time just over the smell of his whole body that was everywhere. I hardly watched TV. I saw something and then I had the need to wank over him again. But finally at about half past twelve he came back.
We ate something and we went to bed. He had told me now we would give each other two coats of saliva and he was first, licking my feet, pits and ass and sucking my cock one more time. Then I did the same to him but was longer. I wanted his wonderful sweaty body to enjoy in every part, and my tongue was skillfully running down his perfect dirty body and of course I ended with a new blowjob and he cried his happiness again. Then we slept.
It was a horny first week, having sex whenever we could and always desiring to see each other every day. At the weekend we both had all day for that and we spent all Saturday having sex and I ate some of his shit and puke again. I knew the culmination would be later that night when I would be introduced to his friends Vince and Lionel. I had to go to the landfill in his truck, buck naked again, but with gloves on my hands. Naked they would meet me and use me, but before that moment I had to remove my gloves and tell them my name and explain why I was called that.
It was again a thrilling ride naked through the town, with no clothes on except gloves covering my hands. My master had ordered me to jack off and cum on the truck floor before we reached the landfill. So I wanked as I saw the city moving again and now I didn't give a damn if someone was watching me. Master Darren had told me that just in case we saw the police sirens I should slide then to the back area of his truck and hide for a while. But we saw no police and I finally shot my load for we were very close to the landfill now.
Once there, I got out and buck naked as I was I met two men of my own size, both of them with dark curly hair, both of them clearly dirty, but one of them with a stronger smell of sweat, whom I was introduced as Vince.
-Hello, Sir --I greeted him in my nudity.
The other man was Lionel.
-Hello, Sir --I greeted him again.
Of course I called them Sir Vince and Sir Lionel.
-So this is my slave that you see naked before you. What is your name, slave?
And as we had rehearsed I answered.
-I have two names, Sirs. One of them is Shitbag.
-And what's your other name, slave? And why?
Then I removed my gloves and said.
-As you can see, Sirs, I was honored to have been mutilated by my Master Darren and my other name after now is Nineteen. You can use either of my two names, Sirs. I am a piece of shit at your disposal.
-I will be first --said my master. Lie on your back and stain your body with garbage. I will fuck you now.
His friends Vince and Lionel were watching the show, beating off and looking at my master as if saying: you have a priceless slave, you lucky guy. They smiled and awaited their turn, knowing well they would end up fucking me. But in the midst of my master's penetration, he invited Vince to stick his cock in my mouth. And so I was now, serving two cocks at once. Vince did not resist much and immediately it was Lionel who wanted a new blowjob. I was starting it when my master did cum. He told Vince that now he could fuck me, if he so wished and soon a second dick was pummeling me. But Vince shot his load when Lionel still had not cum. I was for a long time sucking his cock till he did blast his load. I suppose that Vince and Lionel's dicks were dirty but I was used to my master's shaft and there could be no dirtier cock than his.
Now Master Darren came to my mouth and ordered me to blow him and Lionel placed himself in my ass.
-I hardly fuck --Lionel told me then-. I prefer being fucked. But your ass is silk, Nineteen Shitbag. It really gives pleasure. By the way, do you have another name?
-My new names are Nineteen and Shitbag, Sir. I only use my former name: Shaun, when I am at work or with my neighbours --and in that moment Master Darren came. The three of them had busted their loads in my mouth. Still Sir Lionel had to cum in my ass.
-Your master has been informing us, Shaun --I was moved that young man called me Shaun- that you are really a brave man and I can see it and like it. We are three strange friends for your master is bisexual, Vince is hetero and I am gay, but the three of us are great friends and always talk about sex naturally and our lust for dirty things. But now I am gonna cum in your arse. The three of us will piss in your mouth later and then you are going to fuck me. Have you ever fucked an ass, Shaun?
-Never before, Sir.
-I'm cumming now --and Sir Lionel really yelled now. I had achieved the double fun for all three of them to cum in my mouth and in my ass.
-Now we will piss you. Of course your master will be first.
My master's rod was hard again when he let it in my mouth and naturally started to bathe me with a new wet stream of rancid piss. Then Sir Vince took his place. His cock was not as dirty as my master's but his stream was longer and dirtier. But I enjoyed all tastes by now. Finally Sir Lionel came to my mouth too and pissed me with security a sweet long stream. I was in heaven. Then Sir Lionel told me.
-Now you will fuck me. You will continue to be Nineteen for both of them but for me you will be Shaun and I want to be Lionel for you, only Lionel, understood?
-Yes, sir.... Sorry, I mean, yes Lionel
-Now fuck me, Shaun.
I plunged my dick inside an ass for the first time in my life. Lionel asked me to kiss him and I did. He told me it was the first time he was being fucked before his friends but he loved it. And I was feeling heaven fucking an ass and a strong desire to be the friend of that hot man. My first time fucking a man was long with constant cheers from Master Darren and Sir Vince, and I was surrounding Lionel with all my sweetness. He told me that he would like to repeat with me often. My master then said.
-Tomorrow Lionel doesn't work. Vince and I will make his shift. You can go with him to his house, my dear Shitbag, and get to know each other and always be friends.
-If you think it is right, Sir --I said-, I agree. Now I am gonna cum.
And it was the first time in my life I came inside an ass. Lionel kissed me then and my dick still spilling in his ass he thanked me and assured me he would like to always be my friend.
-Now, Nineteen, you have some things to eat. Come to my ass; I will be first.
And then I was fed some more of Master Darren's shit, for he had not shat everything in my mouth that afternoon and kept some shit inside on purpose. It was again heaven to eat shit, for the first time with an audience. When he finished it was Sir Vince's turn. His shift was softer but did not take long. The increasing smell of shit aroused all three men. Lionel was stroking my body and congratulating me and finally it was his turn but asked if I really wanted to taste it too. When I said: "please, Lionel, I also want your shit, you hot man", he fed me too a long amount of nasty crap, but Lionel's shit had somehow a sweeter taste. It was a wonderful shit banquet that I had for twenty minutes from the three of them. But I had eaten everything. Now Master Darren informed me they would be a while spitting in my mouth all three together and finally they would puke one by one. I opened my mouth and was for two minutes eating what those three hot men were feeding me now at the same time. I had to make my master proud of me and I was fulfilling again my role as a toilet, now a toilet also for his friends.
Finally Master Darren kissed me again with the affection I already knew in him and started to puke. His friend still could not believe that I could easily swallow that entire stream and that they would be next. I was gulping down all my master was feeding me for three minutes. Then he invited Sir Vince to be next. I was moved knowing that man was heterosexual but even so he showed no disgust kissing my mouth for some minutes till he started to discharge a new reddish porridge that I swallowed with delectation. His was the longest amount. His guts were full but I would show no sign of exhaustion and I ate and ate, always with a smiling face. Finally it would be Lionel's turn. I wanted to please that hot man, my new friend, and even though his puke was nastier, almost green, the most putrid thing I swallowed that night, I made him see that my stomach was the dump and I kept on swallowing. Finally he kissed me, not minding my breath, which must stink. And I heard then Master Darren say that it was the end of tonight's show. I should get Lionel's address to be with him the next day. I said goodbye to my master's friends and again got in his truck. He asked me if I had enjoyed and I touched my cock as an answer and said of course, Sir. He asked me to jack off again inside his truck and I came soon, so horny I was remembering everything. Finally the most difficult moments: getting out of the truck buck naked and go up the stairs to our house, where I was finally safe again with the hot man I was in love with.
The next day I went to see Lionel. He kissed me first and invited me to a coffee,
-You see, Shaun. I like everything in you: you are cute and sexy, filthy and courageous. I would not mind spending my whole life with a guy as you.
-Please, Lionel. I'm glad we are friends, and even sex mates. But I love Darren and I always will. Do not talk about love or sharing our lives.
-Ok, Shaun. I respect your devotion for Darren. But will you not fuck me?
-I will if you fuck me too.
So we fucked each other again, first I fucked him and then it was him who fucked me. So horny we were that after a new coffee and more conversation we fucked each other again. No blowjobs that first day. But we had become really good friends who would keep on having sex with each other for years. And finally I returned with Master Darren.
Five years with him, always his slave with my two beautiful humiliating names, sometimes Shaun even for him. I don't know if he is in love but we share our lives. I am always aroused when he beats me, when he feeds me some of his delicious excrements, and I spend a horny life always aroused at his strong smell of sweat.