Teen Slave and Teen Master (End of Part One)
He lay in silence with his eyes closed. He then rolled over and spread his legs. "Lick my arse crack slave. Let me feel your tongue deep inside. Get used to the taste. A Master has no need to use a toilet when he has a fag slave's mouth to piss and shit into." Was he serious? I had no idea. I just knew that at that moment I was happier than I had ever been in my 17 years.
Teen Slave and Teen Master (Part Two)
I moved my tongue up and down his crack and buried my tongue into his arsehole. I could smell his clean masculine scent with my nose pressed into his crack. I just wanted to give pleasure and at that moment there was nowhere I would have rather been than buried in this arse. My own arse throbbed but I didn't care -- I was just proud this God had chosen me to be his willing slave.
Time passed. I continued to work my tongue around his hole trying to move ever deeper into my Master. Then I heard him sigh and he rolled over. He was staring at the ceiling smiling when he told me to go and clean my teeth and gargle as he didn't want my mouth to taste of his shit. I walked reluctantly through to the bathroom. I had been hoping to lose myself once again in his pubic hair and suck on his balls.
I was looking in the mirror dreaming of this day when he walked behind me and put his hands round my waist. He looked at me in the mirror and put his head on my shoulder. I could feel his cock pushing gently into me as he nibbled my ear and my legs went weak. I had had no idea that the mere touch from such a person could control your body like this.
"I have you don't I James. You belong to me absolutely." This was delivered as a statement but I replied anyway. "I utterly belong to you Master. All I can think about now is being with you, being owned by you, serving you. The rest of the world seems so far away."
"This is what I love James. Having total and absolute control over you. We both know you are now just a part of me, an extension of me, with no independent thought or worth. I own your body and I own your life so let me tell you what will happen next. I will become you this week. Everything in this house becomes mine. This includes you. I will become James Revell instead of Mark Scott. You will live here simply to serve me."
"Yes Master." He dropped one hand and squeezed my balls hard. I drew in my breath. He kept squeezing.
"No reply was necessary. Do not interrupt. We both know you have no say in what does or does not happen. I am a physical God deserving of worship. You are a snivelling piece of fag shit whose only redeeming feature is that you realise you are a snivelling piece of fag shit in need of a Master to worship and serve. Look in the mirror. Body shaved, stripped naked, your true self is obvious to everyone. Do not interrupt again. This is not a conversation. It is a simple statement of facts.
You will live here simply to serve me. As it happens I find your blind obedience and shaved fag body pleasing so will use you for my pleasure and advantage. Now is all that clear? You may answer. Given that your status as a worthless fag slave is obvious to and accepted by both of us a simple nod will suffice. I have no wish to hear your whining voice."
I nodded once into the mirror. I was powerless before this relentless display of strength and domination and doubted I could have done anything else even if I'd wanted to. As it was I had no wish to step away from this God and fully realised I was born to serve him. Everything in my life up to this point suddenly seemed meaningless.
It was amazing I thought that we were roughly the same age and same size. Away from that however where I was puny, he was ripped muscle. Where I was shy and nervous and uncertain he was outgoing and confident and absolutely sure of himself. Where I had the cock and balls of a boy he had the cock and balls of a man. Everything he did, everything he said, showed a man in absolute control. All I could hope to do was play a small supporting part in his orbit.
"Excellent. This is now my bathroom. From now on you will only be in here to clean it or clean me. You may use the small bathroom in the spare room to keep yourself scrubbed clean and hairless inside and out. You will also only wash and shower in cold water from now on. You do not warrant hot water.
Next. I am offended by the sight of your tiny cock. Cover it up. For now you can wear my dirty clothes from today. I have no more use for them. After that you can dress me so I can start my life as James Revell. Before that I need a piss. You may have the honour of drinking it. On your knees."
Before I knew what I was doing I was kneeling before him with my mouth open. He casually put his cock head in my mouth and I found myself swallowing his piss. It was warm but not unpleasant which I guessed was just as well given the amount I might be drinking. He shook himself over me and wiped the tip on my face before walking out the bathroom without another word.
The pants and shorts were still on the floor in the bathroom. I pulled them on with a shiver of excitement at wearing pants still smelling of the sweat of my Master. Things were spiralling out of control but I loved it. All my life I had been reserved and afraid to find out who I was. Now I felt free for the first time despite in appearances having given up my freedom in favour of slavery.
I found my Master had already pulled on his underwear. He looked at me. "Better. Less offensive on the eye. Now pull on my jeans and tell me where my wallet is." I pulled them on for him and did them up. He looked hot standing there shirtless with that fabulous chest. "Wallet Master?" I felt myself lifted up by the ears.
"Wallet slave. What was your wallet. Where is it? Keys as well." "Sorry Master. Your wallet is in my, er your, jacket pocket downstairs and your keys are in your kitchen Master. Do you want me to fetch them for you?" I found myself pushed against the wall then slapped hard across the chest a couple of times.
"Another thing you will not do slave along with shower in hot water is ask questions. You will be told what to do then you will do it. Asking questions shows an inquiring mind. A slave has no mind. He simply obeys without question." He looked at me. "Hitting my slave turns me on. Expect to be hit a lot. Now lead the way downstairs to my wallet."
I led the way to the kitchen where my jacket was hung over the back of a chair. So much had happened since. I'd been shaved, fucked, pissed in and given myself over to slavery. I had hung that jacket there as a free man who had led a privileged, ordinary life for 17 years. That life seemed a world away.
He took the wallet. There was a driving license, credit card and debit card. A few other bits he looked at then casually chucked on the floor before pocketing the wallet. My keys were on a hook. One set for the house, one set for my car. I was sent back upstairs for his shirt and some black socks. When I hurried back my Master was in the hall with my car keys in his hand and eyeing a new pair of black leather shoes.
I knelt to finish dressing him and he looked himself over in the hall mirror. He made no comment but led the way outside to my car. He unlocked it and stood waiting while I opened the driver's door for him. I got in the other side and he sped off.
First we tore to the cash machine. My Master whistled at the balance and maxed out my card. The next stop was a rough housing estate and what I guessed was his home. It was a tiny council semi with an overgrown front patch of garden and a bike lying outside.
He didn't say anything but led me into a tiny living area with a battered sofa, old television, weights on the floor and not much else. Or not much else apart from dirty plates and dirty washing strewn about a dirty floor. We went through to the kitchen which was equally filthy. He poured himself a glass of water and asked if I needed a drink. When I said I did he downed the glass then filled it again with the dirty water in the sink and handed it to me. I was so thirsty I drank it down. He stood behind me, put down hands down my shorts and spoke into my ear.
"Remember that slave. It will be the last kind act for some time. This is the shit hole where I live. You will clean it up but not today. Right now having you here has made me so horny I cannot wait any longer."
He shoved me around and into the table. He yelled bend and pushed my chest down hard onto the table. My head hit a dirty bowl that crashed to the floor. A few seconds later I felt my shorts being yanked down enough to expose my hole and his cock force itself hard inside. This time he came after a few brutal thrusts. Thinking afterwards I realised I'd been raped on that table but that such a concept did not exist anyway in a slave/master relationship. At the time I was so turned on by his raw power and dominance I shot my own load at the same time he did. This whole relationship was veering out of control and I was loving every moment of it.
He pulled out and rolled me onto my back. He then bent over me and kissed me hard on the mouth. He pointed soundlessly to his cock and I slid to the floor, licked it clean then pulled his underwear and jeans back up. "Stand. Put your baby cock away. You are about to find out that a slave can get fucked apart from up his arse."
He shouted "Boys!" and I heard steps coming from upstairs. Two boys -- obviously brothers -- came into the kitchen. They were maybe 13. One had long wavy blonde hair and wore black trousers and a dirty white school shirt. The other had short black hair gelled up and tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt. They were shouting as they came in but were quiet when they saw my Master standing with his hands back down my shorts.
I didn't have long to wait to see how my Master would explain me. He squeezed my balls so hard I yelled out and doubled over then kicked me in the arse so I fell sprawling on the floor. "Boys. This is a piece of shit I own. You can do anything to him or make him do anything. He will obey without question. We are going to live in his fucking big house for a while and he will be our slave." I felt myself blushing. Mark looked down at me "These are my brothers. They can do what they like. Any shit goes. In turn you will call them Sir and treat them with the deepest respect. Clear?" I looked up from the floor. "Yes Master."
The boys laughed and told my Master how cool he was and was this for real. He just laughed. "Of course it is real and I'll prove it. I'm always telling you that the strong should take from the weak. This piece of shit is weak so I've taken everything from him. Think of something disgusting and he will do it." The dark haired boy's face clouded for a moment as he thought then his face lit up. "Got it." He went upstairs then came back in a moment with a pair of pants.
"These got a bit shitty yesterday. Sniff and lick them." I nodded reckoning this was some kind of test. The blonde boy laughed and said "You are disgusting Ed." He grinned and said he knew. My Master interjected. "Your arse is always shitty Ed. Add something fresh to them." Ed turned his back, bared his arse and rubbed his crack hard with the dirty pants before dropping them on the floor. The blonde boy told his brother he was disgusting again then said I should beg for the pants.
"Good idea Tim. Slave. Beg for the honour of Ed's pants. I bowed by head. "Master Ed. May I please have the honour of sniffing and licking your dirty pants." Tim kicked me. "Why should you have the honour slave?" "Sir. I am a worthless fag who lives only to serve his Master and now you and your brother. I beg my worthy Masters for the honour and pleasure of sniffing and licking Ed's pants."
My Master laughed. "See. It is for real." Tim said that if it was for real then I should lick the pants clean. My Master agreed and told me to suck every trace of Ed's shit out of the pants. Ed picked them up, wiped them deliberately on my face and stuffed them into my mouth.
He told the boys that they wouldn't need anything and just to get in the car. I was told to carry out my Master's weights and put them in the boot. The boys got in the back. I was told to climb in the boot and make sure the pants were clean by the time they got home.
It was obviously disgusting sucking at the shit of a young boy but also strangely erotic and exciting that I could be made to do this without protest. Ultimately I realised that whatever my Master said I would do willingly however unpleasant the task because he was my Master. By his extension this included his brothers. It looked like I would be serving three rather than one Master.
I felt the car stop and doors slam but it was some time before the boot opened. Ed and Tim stood there and pointed to my Master who was relaxing in the garden chairs. I walked over holding the pants and stood quietly. The boys sat down and my Master clicked his fingers and pointed to the ground. I knelt and bowed my head and heard the boys laugh.
My Master spoke. "Never stand in my presence without permission. A slave should always kneel in respect, hands behind the back, forehead nearly touching the ground. Now explain to my brothers who and what you are."
"Sirs. My name was James Revell. This is my parents' house. Your brother saw I was a worthless piece of fag shit hiding out in a respectable life. He has removed this shell from me and allowed me the honour of living as his slave. I belong to him and everything I owned belongs to him. My only purpose is to serve and obey my Master who can use me in any way he sees fit. As my Master's brothers, Sirs, and if my Master decides it, it will also be my honour to serve and obey you as well."
"See boys. It is as I told you. Slave. You will obey and worship Ed and Tim as you do me. Guys, he is a worthless piece of shit. Treat him as such. Abuse or humiliate him in any way that gives you pleasure. A slave is sub-human and deserves all the abuse and contempt it receives. A slave has no rights, no feelings. It simply serves."
Ed spoke. "Show me my pants you worthless piece of shit. Crawl over here." I crawled over before him and held them up. He looked at them carefully then pushed them into my face. "What is this mark slave? Why are they not clean?" He showed them to Tim who agreed there was a faint brown streak still visible.
I had sucked and sucked at them but had obviously missed something in the darkness of the boot. I began to explain but was stopped by my Master. "No excuses. You have disobeyed and disappointed me and dishonoured Ed. You will be thrashed and you will apologise. Now bend over the table, bare your arse and wait."
I bit my lip and did as I was told. My Master disappeared into the house and left me with the boys. They told me it would hurt and began discussing where I should be hit and how many blows I should receive. I knew I deserved this punishment and vowed never to fail my Master again when he set me a task.
He returned with a heavy leather belt that used to belong to me and hit the table with it next to my ear. I was told to count each blow and thank him for it. The wait between each blow was the worst -- knowing what was to come. I was hit ten times in total on the arse and the back. My Master declared that was enough for the moment. Ed and Tim wanted to continue but were told to wait until later for their turn.
I apologised to Ed still laying on the table. "Master Ed. I am sorry to have failed you after you gave me the great honour of allowing me to suck your dirty pants clean. This worthless fag slave did not deserve such an honour but deserves whatever punishment and abuse you choose to give him." Ed promised there would be plenty then the boys went to look round the house.
My Master ran his hand over my arse and back with his fingers lingering on the belt marks. "A slave needs beating regularly to remind him of his status. This is training for the slave and entertainment for the Master. From now on as well refer to yourself as it' or slave' to remind yourself you are an object not a person. Right now I need your mouth round my cock. Thrashing you has made me hard."
I knelt before him. "Your slave is pleased it has been of service Master" I said as I unzipped his jeans. I could see the bulge of my Master's cock straining against the underwear. I pulled them down then started to suck on his balls. His cock immediately hardened. Slavery certainly had its privileges as well as its pains. I slipped one finger into his arse and took his cock in my mouth. Pretty soon he shot his load. That was three times so far that afternoon. Was there no end to my Master's reserves? I certainly hoped not as I gulped down his cum.
Soon afterwards my Master ordered takeaway for the three of them. I was allowed to serve them then kneel and watch them eat. They pretty much ignored me until towards the end of the meal my Master clicked his fingers in front of his groin and spread his legs. I was unsure what to do and he clicked his fingers again. This time he spoke. "Get under here slave. I need a piss."
I crawled under the table and carefully undid his jeans and eased his cock out of the underwear. He began to piss even before I took him in the mouth and some ran down my face onto the floor. Ed and Tim looked at him and he explained. "You can do anything to a slave. Right now I need a toilet so the slave is a toilet. You can take whatever you need from a slave. You command, they obey."
Tim asked about feeding the slave. My Master said that if they liked the boys could take charge of feeding me. He told them I should eat from a bowl on the floor. They could feed me anything or nothing but not to waste decent food. A slave would eat whatever they were given by their Master. By now my Master had finished his piss and I had but his cock away. He pushed his chair back saying I should lick the floor clear if I had spilled any. I obeyed.
Tim and Ed got a bowl. They chucked in some of the cold takeaway then went into the kitchen. I soon found they added some cereal, raw egg and eggshell, cheese and tomato sauce. They had chewed some bread then spat that in. Finally one or both of them pissed in the bowl .I was told to crawl through to the kitchen, given a spoon and had to somehow eat it all while they looked on laughing. I forced it down them gulped a mug of water from the toilet.
My Master shouted that I should thank the boys. "Sirs. Thank you for your kindness in feeding your unworthy slave." "Lick the bowl clean slave. There will be more tomorrow all topped off with our special juice. If you are good we might even add some special shit fresh out Ed's arse. Would you like that slave? A special shit course." I said it would be an honour but honestly doubted whether even I had reached a point where I could do this. Time would tell.
The boys went off to play on their computer and my Master called me in. I knelt by his chair. He ran his fingers over the top of my head. "You have done well today slave." I swelled with pride and pleasure. "I own your body. Now I want to own your life. Now we will go online. You will pass over to me all the passwords for your email and networking sites. We will film a short piece showing you as my piece of shit fag slave which I will upload to my site. You will then live with the knowledge your status could be shared with the world at any time I choose."
I stiffened. Up to now everything that had happened had been in private between my Master, his brothers and me. This added a new dimension. "This is about blind trust slave. I own you. You have to trust I will choose to respect your life. But I am your Master. The choice is mine. I can choose to destroy your life if it pleases me. Slavery is about losing all control. This is just the next step."
James
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