Character Sketch #2 New slave for training
It took hours for him to regain consciousness.
Master had allowed me to enter the observation room for the first time,and I sat and watched him on the HD monitors, stirring slowly, eyes fluttering, sweat dripping from his face to his smooth muscular chest.
He was 18, had in fact turned 18 that very day Master told me how he had been sold off by a Stepfather who was jealous of the boy's good looks and cocky airs.
The boi had been known as Peter, but from this day forward he would be The Underslave...nothing more for many years, perhaps less if he proved untrainable or opposed to his new status. Master took on only those slaves who lusted to be in his service, like me. Master believed The Underslave had that in him. He had studied the boy's web browsing habits and knew his inner likes and fantasies in great detail. Master would use that knowledge to reward and punish the boi. We would know soon enough if he was made of the right material.
When his eyes were opened completely, and he discovered he was tightly bound by thick leather straps to a metal table he started yelling. His hands were stretched back behind his head, his legs spread wide to the end of the table, leaving his proud young cock on full display. The table could also be moved to raise his ass for inspection, but that would come later. Master allowed him to yell himself out. It took four hours, and then he slept again.
The next time he awoke, I was at his side. When he started speaking, demanding answers, I explained I would have to gag him if he refused to be quiet, and he stopped talking almost immediately.
As always, I was naked, wearing only my Master's metal collar and cock ring, both permanently welded onto me. On my arms and legs were tight ringed metal cuffs, also welded in place.
I had a bowl of good soup, and held out a spoonful. He was hungry, and let me feed him until the bowl was empty. I wiped his chest where some soup had spilled, intentionally allowing my fingers to brush his nipples. I could see them stiffen and could feel him shiver. Masters study of the boi's hard drive had taught him about the new slave's desire to be pierced, the sensitivity of his nipples.
The Underslave stared at me as I spoke.
I explained who I was, that although I was also a slave, I was his superior and he would have to obey me, perhaps forever. As Master had ordered, I used my hand to gently caress his thighs, speaking calmly. My other hand went back to his nipples and within a few minutes, the Underslave was fully hard, his young untrained took straining up away from his taut body.
Although he had agreed to be quiet, he again started demanding to be let go, asking questions. I shoved a bright pink ball gag into his mouth and secured it behind his head so the only sound was his muffled protests.
I, of course, had already had my body hair permanently removed by Master, but the Underslave had tufts of thick, dark black hair in his pits and around his cock. There was also a light smattering of hair on his strong legs. I knew all of that would have to go, but in the meantime, I brushed his pit hair gently, I took my fingers and brushed them under his nose, knowing his own scent would be pleasing to him, further turning him on. I felt a sudden regret, fondly remembering my own body hair, and as soon as the feeling washed over me, I knew I would have to confess it to Master later. He would punish me, and I knew I deserved it.
Master had given me explicit instructions about the boy, and I followed them to the letter. Once my touches had made him fully hard, I bent over him and deep throated him in a single quick downward plunge, perhaps the first time he had ever been so serviced. His moaning from behind the gag was exquisite! He was large around and fairly long, but not even close to Master's huge tool, so the boi's cock entered the back of my throat easily. I held it there still for a moment. playing with his tits, using increasing pressure, then I suddenly pumped my mouth back and forth, letting his engorged head slide in and out of my opening. Five strokes was all it took, and I felt his seed pump into me, bypassing my taste buds completely. (From day one, Master had ordered that I not be allowed to taste cum, except for his, of course, which was a regular part of my diet. So was Master's piss.)
As the boy recovered from the best orgasm of his young life, his muffled but audible post-cum moans making their way past his new gag, I stood on a chair and pissed him from head to toe. He sputtered as my piss entered his mouth around the gag and bathed his body.
Without a word, I left the room, turning off the light as I left him alone, the piss cooling on his virgin skin, starting to dry in his matted pubes.
I could sense the new slave's cum working its way into me, becoming a part of me. By morning, the new slave would know my scent.
Tomorrow he would learn Master's.