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The Nerd Master
Part 3
Hello, again. This is the second part of my summer story. Sir Johnston sent me back this part and told me to improve the grammar and dialogue. I am not much of a writer but Master helped me a lot to understand how to write better. Master did ask me if I had English classes in high school. I did but, I never really paid attention. But now, with Master teaching me a little, I am beginning to remember some things.
So, Sir Johnston said he stopped at where I was going to be allowed to cum after a week of watching porn without cumming. Well, it was hard. Very hard, no pun intended. I couldn't even touch my cock anyway because of the cage but Master's strict no touching rule meant I didn't even have the right to touch the cage or my balls.
The porn I chose was what I was used to watching, which is just lesbian porn. I watched other stuff too like gangbangs a bit and piss, which I was ashamed to admit to Master. I loved seeing a girl being made to piss herself or a guy pissing on a girl. It is such a turn on! And one that usually made me cum really quickly was one guy fucking like two or three chick's at once. It just felt so powerful or lucky. Watching the chicks slobber all over his cock, balls and ass while he got to choose. And then he'd eat out a pussy or just go to town fucking a girls ass as she screamed out. But knowing that watching that type of porn was sure to make me cum, I didn't watch it.
During the week, it was very rough. As I said, I was constantly wet around my crotch and the porn was making things worse. I was fucking up in my chores and had to do things two and three times because I couldn't concentrate. Finally, the last day had arrived and I had made it! I was so nervous and horny, all my senses seemed to be super heightened. I wasn't even sure I would be able to sleep, but I did. The next morning, as the sun was coming up, I had the most exciting erotic dream. I can't even remember what it was but there was a girl with dark skin and huge titles in it. I was so excited that in my dream I came, a huge load.
But the dream felt so real that I woke up and looked down at my cock. I had exploded in real life! Cum was allover my stomach the weights on my balls, and all over the floor between my legs. I was super scared, deathly scared. Then I just started crying uncontrollably. Master woke up and turned over on the bed to look at me.
-- What's wrong boy?
He was really concerned and his eyes were wide open. I jumped up and ran to the foot of the bed and began kissing his feet crying.
-- I'm so sorry Master! Please forgive me! I was bad! I'm sorry! Don't get rid of me Master please!
-- Hey, boy! Stop! Come here!
I was sobbing. I couldn't stop myself from crying. I had failed the test but worse, Master's rule was simply, no cumming without permission. I had broken it and I was scared to death that Master would kick me out. I didn't even know how I had cum!
Master grabbed the back of my head and neck firmly. Master doesn't know this, or maybe he does, but when he holds me like that I feel comforted.
-- I didn't mean to cum Master. I don't know how I did it.
Master looked down at my crotch and saw my cum drying to my cage and legs. He looked at the floor and then up to me.
-- When did that occur?
-- Last night. I mean, this morning I think. I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to!
Then, Master started laughing. He was laughing really hard. Now, I was even more worried. I didn't know what was so funny. He was laughing so hard that he was rolling around in the bed clutching his stomach. I had never seen Master laugh this much. He never even laughed with me before. I just stood there as I stopped shaking from fear.
Finally he calmed down and he turned to me and said,
-- Nocturnal emission.
He was literally wiping tears from his eyes.
-- I'm sorry Master. I don't know what that means.
He stood up and asked,
-- What does nocturne mean?
I just looked at him. I realized that this was something that Master thought I should know. But sometimes it's difficult with Master, he's so smart, and I'm not. He says things that sound like he is making them up or like it's coming out of a dictionary.
-- Simply put, nocturne means night or evening. Do you know what emissions means?
I shook my head.
-- An emission is what an ejaculation is. It emits or comes out. You do know what ejaculation means, right? -- Yes, Master.
Finally a word I understood!
-- So, um night ejaculation?
-- Correct. Do you know another term for that?
I thought hard but I couldn't think of what he was trying to say. But now I know because now, it makes sense but then, I was so scared and my mind wasn't working right.
-- Wet dream, boy. You had a wet dream.
It was almost as if a light bulb went off in my head. He was right! I had never had a wet dream before.
-- Oh!! I'm sorry!
-- It happens boy but you are still getting punished. You have to learn to control this body boy. You belong to me and I said no cumming!
-- Yes Master. Are you going to get rid of me Master? I didn't mean to, I promise.
I was starting to panic again.
-- What? No boy! Was that why you seemed terrorized?
-- I'm sorry Master but I know you are strict with the rules and I try to obey.
Master laughed a little.
-- Go get the switch. I'm not getting rid of you, boy.
I had honestly never been happier to get the switch. I ran out of the room and to the hallway closet to grab the tree branch. Of all the items Master disciplines me with, this one hurts the worse and the quickest. I hate it. But that time, I swear, I kissed it when I pulled it out of the closet. I ran back to Master who grabbed it and pointed to the wall. I assumed the position, putting my hands against the wall and spread my legs, facing the wall. I waited but he didn't start hitting at first but that was because he went to the bathroom first. Then it started. By the end, like every time I was sobbing while also counting out loud each swat and thanking Master. He had beat my ass, my back and thighs a total of 53 times.
-- Good boy!
When he said that I turned around and dropped to my knees and kissed his bare feet. I was just so happy that Master wasn't getting rid of me. I wanted to hug him but I didn't know if Master would want that so I kissed his feet and he allowed it.
So, that was that. I didn't get the chance to touch my dick or cum normally but I was going to get to stay with Master! After that Master told me that he was going to begin milking my prostate. I didn't know what that meant. I didn't even know what a prostate was. Master made me look it up. I wasn't really thrilled about it. Actually, I don't really like things in my ass, but Master keeps a butt plug in my ass. I don't know why but he requires it. But Master told me that since I was unable to touch myself and make myself cum, I should cum at least once or twice a month to avoid prostate problems for when I'm older. I trust Master. So, every other week Master makes me get on all fours, he puts a glove on, removes my butt plug and sticks his fingers in my ass.
It feels very uncomfortable, except when he hits that spot. Then it feels really, really weird and good. I guess I see why gay guys like being fucked. But the pain of having something in the ass isn't as worth it I guess. I don't really know. Anyways, he rubs the spot on my prostate until I just start cumming. It feels really good, but it's not the same as jacking off or fucking. Except, after the first two times Master would slap my hanging balls really hard as I came or scratch my dickhead in my cage and make me scream. Then the prostate milking became less fun. After I was milked I had to lick up all the cum I made and then clean my cage.
Master asked me how it felt to drink my own cum and piss. Oh yeah, Master sometimes makes me pee in a bowl like a dog and drink it. I also have to drink his own piss from time to time. I think that after Master pissed on me, I just never really thought much about it. Maybe this sounds weird and maybe even gay but just knowing Master and seeing how he cares about me but is also so strict with me just makes me feel loved. I know that I'm not supposed to like to drink my own piss and eat my own cum. I know that if people, like my dad, knew they would make fun of me. Especially knowing that another guy was making me do it. But when Master tells me to do it, I just do it. I don't know. I don't think about it.
Sure, I don't want people making fun of me, but they did that anyway when Master slapped me in front of the class. They made fun of me for hanging out with Master and his friends. But they also make fun of all the smart people in school, or the girls who won't sleep with them, or the guys who are in band. Like people are always making fun of other people for something. But when I'm with Master, I do better. I have become better at sports than them. I have become better at school than them. Master is even making me read more books and write more. They are not things I really want to do but I do them and I see the results. And when I do these things and tell Master about them he's happy for me and we celebrate and it makes me feel like he loves me. I don't know if Master loves me but I feel like he does. So, I'm not sure if I answered my Master's question clearly. When he makes me drink my piss or eat my cum, I just do it, I don't think I feel any kind of way.
There was one time, during the summer, when I was thinking about the fact that I had a cock cage on and I just asked Master,
-- Master, will I ever get to have sex with girl again?
Master looked at me weirdly and it made me wonder why I had asked the question. But I knew why I had asked the question. It's because, for some reason, I actually felt like Master owned me. Not like we were married but I kind of expected us to be like this forever. Master did answer though. -- I think that as long as you belong to me, I will always decide what you can and cannot do with your phallus (Master told me to look up how to spell that word).
That was all he said about it. To be honest though, I wasn't really thinking about having a girlfriend anyway. I was just wondering if Master would ever allow me to have sex like a normal person but he said that he would decide.
Later in the summer Master took me to a pride parade in New York. I don't think I was ever really homophobic. Like I said, my older brother is gay and I see how my family treats him badly so I always felt sorry for him. Also, he protected us a lot from my dad but my dad would beat him 10 times worse than us. He was the only one who stood up to my dad. Even my mom didn't stand up to my dad. Just thinking of what my older brother went through makes my stomach hurt. But I'll tell you that later. At the pride parade Master knew a lot of people. A LOT! We stayed at a really expensive hotel, and Master said he was really good friends with the owner. Apparently, gays are everywhere and own a lot of stuff! I never knew. I wished my brother was free like these gays are.
At the hotel Master had a bunch of friends come by. I was naked the whole time. A bunch of Master's friends asked if they could fuck me but Master always declined, I was so happy for that. His friends were always really nice though. Even though they didn't fuck me, some of them made me drink their piss or pissed on me in the shower. Master told them that they couldn't take pictures of me because they kept saying that they couldn't believe how hot I was. I never considered myself hot, but these gays just complimented the hell out of me. I felt so sexy by the end of the Pride.
Master would lock me up in the room when he went out every so often. But sometimes we would go out to eat or go to parties. Whenever we were at the parties I was allowed just a little alcohol and water. Master kept me on a leash and my hands cuffed behind my back with a blindfold on. I couldn't really participate in the party because I couldn't see what was going on but people were always feeling my pecs or my ass. Some people were even licking my toes and feet, that felt really good to be honest. At one party Master made me get up on a bar and left me there. I heard a woman's voice and it felt like she was the one holding my leash. Then she said,
-- Alright! Ten dollar body shots!
That's when I felt shot after shot being poured into my belly button and then being sucked out. It felt weird but since I was blindfolded I couldn't see who it was and then it felt really good. People sucked from my stomach and licked my nipples. People would pour their shots on my stretched nuts and lick it off. Some would put the shot glass in my mouth and then take it out with their own mouths, or they would put lime slices between my lips and do the same. It was so weird and fun at the same time. I must have been up there for like almost an hour. So many shots had been poured onto my body I was all sticky. Master came by and I knew because I heard his voice from the crowd. I turned my head and I heard the lady laugh,
-- Wow you really have him trained well! He could tell your voice in all this noise.
I know I blushed but it was true, I could tell Master's voice anywhere. Master took me off the bar and led me somewhere where I kneeled at his feet while he sat and talked. The guys and girls there talked about me here and there but most of it was about things I didn't know about. Sir Johnston asked me to elaborate here about how I felt being used as a shot table, especially for a bunch of gay men. Master told me Sir Johnston was straight so I guess it made sense about his question. I thought Sir Johnston was gay because Master is gay but I was wrong. To be honest, it was fun being a shot table. I am straight but no girl has ever made as much a fuss about me as gay guys do and it feels good. If I wasn't Master's slave I don't think these are things that I would want to do I guess. But hanging out with Master and being introduced to things like this makes me feel alive and very sexy.
Also, besides pissing in my mouth, Master does nothing sexually with me. I had thought that eventually Master would fuck me or make me suck his cock but he simply doesn't. I don't know if Master finds me attractive or not. And since I can't date girls and these parties are the closest things to sex that I get to have. Like, I just wait to see what else Master has in store for me. Don't get me wrong, it's not all fun and games. The beatings, the heavy trainings, the ball stretching, the torture, those aren't things that I look forward to, but I didn't know I would have this kind of fun either. And besides that, I couldn't see anything, at all, so I was just using my imagination the whole time.
At that party I served as a shot bar four times in total. Master told me that I was a hit and helped triple the bars expected revenue. That made me really happy and feel really sexy. There was another party that we went to, again I was blindfolded and naked and the music and the ambiance was really, really, I don't know, grungy. The floor was very sticky and I was barefoot. I couldn't imagine what I was stepping in but from the smell of it, there was a lot of sex going on. People were non-stop touching me and pinching my ass but I didn't say anything. Master tied my leash to something, I couldn't tell what and then left. I was standing there for like two or three hours without moving. I don't know what was happening but guys would come by and caress me but no one talked to me or removed my blindfold. Then someone came and took my leash. It wasn't Master, I know, because Master has a way of leading me that this person didn't.
I was cuffed to some wooden thing with my arms spread out and my legs also. Then someone began hitting me softly with a whip or something. It was soft at first but soon became very heavy and painful. I was crying out but it kept going. Then it stopped. Then someone came and caressed my back gently, again it wasn't Master I'm sure, and then someone started hitting me with another type of whip. Master called it a flogger. Then, after a while I started yelling and eventually started crying and it stopped again. Then something that Master called a cane started hitting me. That was the most painful of them all. Master regularly beats me, on the ass on my back and behind my legs and he always brings me to tears. I don't know why he does this. He just calls it training. Training for what I don't know. But he has never used a cane on me. That shit hurts like hell. And the person doing it just wouldn't stop. I was screaming and crying and it didn't stop and then I just pissed myself. The beating stopped and I just slumped. I had never asked to stop because I always felt like I could take it, even though I wanted it to stop. But also, I never wanted to disappoint Master.
Then someone came up to me and touched me and immediately I said,
-- I'm so sorry Master, I tried.
Sir Johnston asked me how I knew immediately that it was Master. I don't know, I just knew. It was from the way he touched me I think. It was firm but soft. Or maybe his smell. I don't actually know.
-- I'm so proud of you, boy. You aren't done yet but you can take a rest.
Just hearing Master tell me that he was proud of me made me keep crying. I didn't know that Master had been there the whole time but I should have known better. I should have trusted Master more but I just thought that he had left me here to these sadistic people but he hadn't. I wondered if actually Master had been the one beating me. It might have been since the person always seemed to know when to stop, well at least before this. This time I was pushed further than I had ever been pushed.
I was allowed to rest for about ten minutes before the beatings ensued. So from that point on I was just screaming or crying in pain. They even strapped me down to the bed and beat my testicles and my feet. My whole body was in so much pain by the end of that night. It wasn't my most favorite party but I learned something that I hadn't thought of before. Master is very interested in me. He pushes me so much but he knows that I can do more and better. And I just wanted to prove him right. I am not gay but that night, when we were going back to the hotel it was the first time that I felt like I loved Master. I know that he is going to read this but it's true. It's not like I want to have sex with him or anything. I just never want to live without him. I can't imagine the things that Master knows that I am capable of doing!
A few days later Master took me to get my whole body waxed. After the beating and welts the waxing hurt like hell but I was completely hairless. That was painful but fun to see because that meant I didn't have to shave for like two or more weeks. Master made me get waxed because we were in the parade! We got to be on float and wave at people. People threw me their underwear and socks and beads and money. It was so funny! I was naked except I had something over my crotch, like a loin cloth, Master called it. But I preferred being naked then because man was it hot! It was long but fun because there was music and I got to dance. Master kept me on a leash so I stayed with him the entire time but I had a blast! I even got to drink some alcohol but not a lot.
The whole two weeks was just incredibly fascinating. I had never experienced something that fun! Master's friends are all just very nice. No one actually talked to me except when they asked if I was thirsty or hungry. But I always looked at Master to answer for me. Master told them of what my dad did to me and my brothers and mom and they would say shit like,
-- Bitch, castrate the fool!
Or
-- OMG Caleb, you literally saved him from hell!!
It was true. This was the first summer in my entire life where I was actually able to have fun. But reality came back to haunt me when my brother came to town. That's really when I realized that my brother, someone from my family, would see me as a slave to a man. I didn't know what to do. I was panicking. I had to meet up with him to see how he was doing, but Master would for sure make me wear the dog collar, the very short shorts and cutoff t-shirt and the sandals, not to mention the beat marks and welts on my back. He would have questions and I didn't know if I wanted to answer them. Also, I didn't know if Master would force me to take him along.
Hello, Johnston again. I think the boy did much better with this edition, don't you? He's getting better under Caleb's tutelage. I cut the story off here because the next part is crazy, crazy and you'll want to stick around for it. I have gotten so many positive reviews and responses from this story. I didn't think it would blow up quite so big, but I would like to thank you so much for your support. I hope to get the rest of Elden's summer up soon. Because the school year has taken a complete left turn that Elden didn't see coming and he was not prepared for it! Enjoy!
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