THE PUNISHMENT OF SLAVE ERIC

The Punishment of slave eric By Mast4slave

Email: Mast4slave2@aol.com

PART I: The Bonding

He was a new slave, it was true, but his attitude and generally bitchy demeanor needed to be addressed-and soon.

Raised a spoiled rich kid who thought the world revolved around him, he was used to having men cater to him, as he was young and cute. He got involved with bondage and submission at an early age, being dominated by boys after school who forced him into sexual service in the locker room. By 15 he had graduated to men who were into bondage.

Many had shared his body, which he used like a fine instrument to get what he wanted - money, attention, affection, or even control of weak men.

His preoccupation with bondage began to mature and grow. He realized at some point, he really didn't have a choice anymore. This was something he wanted, no needed, and fighting it would be futile. He was a slave, not a boy but a slave.. and meant to be used for the pleasure of men. But never had a man taken him, not his slave core which he zealously guarded inside, allowing men access only to his body. Even that had a price, though many weren't perceptive enough to know it.

They had met on the net. The boy had seen him 8 months earlier, but he was afraid to approach the Master. One day he finally chatted the Master, and told him that he had seen him for months, was very turned on by him but was afraid the Master would reject him. He told Master Mra2 how he was different than any of the men he had chatted with and even met.

The boy's first chat had been peppered with lies. He was so used to lying, to manipulating, to having his way, he didn't even pick up on the discrepancies. Mast4slave did, however, and increasingly began to confront the boy.

Gradually, as the boy realized none of his games, none of his bullshit, none of his ploys were going to work, he realized he was pushing this man away...and finally confessed to the man that he didn't want that. The man proceeded to tell the boy , simply ,that if the boy was concerned and truly was ready to be trained and bonded as a slave, then it was time to cut the crap and open up. No more half truths, no more games, no more faked questionnaires.. he was to be interrogated--fully, everything in his past opened up, strewn across a table for the master to examine, probe in detail, and explore fully.

The boy was terrified, and told the man that.

"It doesn't matter boy," replied the man "it's a master's right to fully explore his boy, every part, all of you belongs to me boy. I want much much more than your body. If you can't handle that, then go play on the net with the other wannabe slave boys and the wannabe cyber masters. I want only a real boy who is totally ready to submit".

They talked more and more. Mast4slave had three simple rules, he told the boy: "Submission is always voluntary," he said. "Rule 2, You can take it back anytime for any reason, but Rule 3, While given its complete. Control passes to me, boy, totally. You job is then obedience.

The boy knew he had no choice, he was drawn to the man, nobody had ever made him feel like this he told the Master and he had to be his slave.

"I submit Sir, my mind and body, my emotions, all of me is yours to use, to explore...to mold me and make me as you wish".

It began with hypnosis and interrogation.

"Tell me how you were first sexually active" the man commanded.

"Yes sir," replied eric. "I was thirteen and an older boy in school ordered me to suck his dick in the locker room. He told me I would do anything he wishes, or he would beat me up. I knew I had no choice. Sometimes he would take me home to his house when his folks were gone, strip me and tie me naked and spread open to use."

In detail, the boy poured out his history to the man. How the word had gotten around the school, and the older boys would take him in the bathroom and make him service them. How he got into drugs and lying and stealing, how he serviced older men for money, and let drug dealers use him for a supply of the drugs he needed. He didn't care, when he was at parties, flying high, he let the boys use him. He didn't need the money, coming from a wealthy family, but the contact, the submission to the men, allowing them to access his body fueled his need. He got into heavy bondage, and eventually a relationship which resulted in him being abused.. sexually and physically. After his jaw was broken he finally had enough and left.

He was bright, 19, in college, but lonely. He confessed to the man, poured out all the dark and bad things in him. Most of all he was amazed the man didn't leave.. and didn't seem to be surprised. Slowly, as he confessed, trust began to replace fear in the boy. Openness-and wanting to be opened, to be molded, to submit to this man fully.. began to be the boy's need.

How had the boy phrased it? The man referred back to the notes he had taken:

"I don't know where in my life I was without you. I do know I was lost.. I was scared, I was as you call it the "evil Queen Bitch", I used my body to get what I wanted. I numbed myself, I let men use me, abuse me, cause at least I had attention for that brief moment. I had a connection, even it was for a few fleeting minutes. But with you it's more Sir. I want you like I wanted no other man. No man has ever touched me in my slave core before, made me feel this way, made we want to submit. You are my master Sir, I am your property, to use in any way you wish. My body and my mind are yours Sir. I exist for you, for your pleasure. I give myself to you, I submit fully to you. My life is yours..."

That was a turning point. But interspersed with the submission was the testing limits, the resistance, the need to re-assert control sometimes. The boy would be bitchy, and haughty at times, sometimes using "being sick" as an excuse. Other times he tried to manipulate.

It never worked. He was put into "time out" by the Master, and each time was punished. But the attitude, the shallow preoccupation with the boy's needs persisted. He was making great progress but also resisting. "Two steps forward, one step back" he had told eric.

The boy had phrased it differently:

"I never want to push you away, or loose you. I realize that there will be days when I am a bitch, but I love you Sir. I regret when I get that way, but Rome wasn't built over night, and I can't change over night. But I am changing for you. I love you and worship you Sir. I want you sir, Just be patient with me."

The boy had made tremendous progress in a short month, the Master thought. But for each step forward there was a relapse. The attitude had gotten a bit too haughty, the boy was a bit too preoccupied with his own needs. "It's time" thought the Master.

It was time for punishment and pleasure...to finally break and mold the boy to the man's will. It was time to take a haughty bright and selfish boy, and make him slave eric.

PART II: The Punishment

"You will report to the hotel at this address" read the email. It specified a time. The boy was to get a key left for him at the front desk

"A room has been rented for you, you are to enter and make yourself at home. There is a CD player and some CD's and some wine for you. Drink up the glass, and put on the CD's. You are then to call me at this number.. and say, "I am ready sir". Go to the bed and lay down, face down, and I will enter soon."

The boy's heart stopped when he read the last sentences.

"Its time to break you boy, and make you into slave eric, not the Bitch Queen you have been. If you want to back out, now is the time. You need to be punished boy, and broken, and if you aren't ready for this, leave now. And consider our bonding at an end. If you stay, you will be totally obedient, and you will be broken. The choice is yours."

Eric's boycock was hard even before he got halfway through the note. He'd been punished before, spanked, and even with hypnosis had been made to feel pain.. and pleasure. It was incredible, but somehow this was different. This was a turning point. There was no going back.

At the designated time, he was in the bed face down as the man came in.

His cock was already rock hard, but he said nothing, the sounds of "The Planets" by Holst playing on the CD.

Slowly , deliberately he heard the man moving about, the sounds of a bag being unzipped, items being laid out.

It began. The fingers putting the blindfold on the boy, leather with fleece lining. Totally blocking his vision. His cock hardened more.

"Stand Up Boy", he heard.

Eric rose, quickly and stood towards the direction of the voice.

He felt hands on him and heard a ripping sound as his Polo shirt was torn from his chest.

"Sir that shirt was 60 bucks" began the boy.. .

A pause, and then the boy felt the whistle of a hard wooden paddle striking his ass, with full force.

"Shut up boy, and speak when you are spoken too."

The boy gasped with the pain, and staggered a bit. But he remained firm.

"Sorry sir" he said.

He felt a knife cutting through his $200 designer jeans, slowly deliberately. He didn't say anything, his ass still smarting from the paddling, glad the man couldn't see the tears in his eyes, absorbed into the fleece of the blindfold.

The man pushed the boy roughly onto the bed, and then pulled the rest of the shredded jeans off him.

The boy knew better than to speak.

The boy was dressed in very expensive silk boxers.

The man worked slowly, deliberately, placing leather restraints on the boy's wrist and then tracing his fingers down the boy's back.. pausing for a second to dwell inside the boy's hole.

He moved down the boy's legs, then fastened ankle restraints to the boy and spread him open. The boy, eric, was helpless, face down, and wimpering a bit into the pillow but the man couldn't hear that.

"Boy, you have the potential to be an excellent slave, but your self indulgent, bitchy, narcissistic pretty boy ass has never been disciplined. You are a fucking spoiled brat, and frankly, I am sick of it. You think the world revolves around your brilliance and body, and you can quietly laugh at men as you use them for what you want."

"The time has come for that to end boy," continued the man.

The first blows fell on the boys rounded butt cheeks, through the silk boxers he was so proud of. The man had switched to a small paddle.. walnut, about 2 feet long, maybe 3/4" thick, beveled and rounded edges. Unlike the big paddle it had a totally different feel. And it hurt like hell.

"Count the strokes boy" commanded the man.

"Whack". The boy jumped as the first blow hit him.

Again and again the blows fell, the boy calling out numbers between his sobs, which didn't take long.

"It hurts sir" cried eric.

"Whack"..

"I said COUNT boy"

The boy was openly sobbing now, crying, almost begging.

"What are you boy?" he heard the man say?

"I am your slave sir, I belong to you. You are my master sir, I exist for you.. as your property, to be used any way you wish, sir"

The man stopped after 20. He released the boy's restraints and then refastened them, with the boy on his back..

The boys cock was hard, and precum was leaking into the blue satin boxers, a large visible stain.

"Not sure Calvin Klein would approve of your precumming in his boxers boy" said the man.

The boy said nothing.

He felt the knife at his throat, and the boy gasped. Slowly and deliberately the man moved the knife down, lightly dragging it across his chest, his sternum and stomach, down past his belly, smooth and flat. Eric was 5'8" and weighed only 115 pounds. His breathing was ragged and his cock was hard.

He felt the waistband on his Calvin's being lifted and then sliced through. Then he felt the man's hands on his underwear, ripping them in two, and pulling them off him.

He was now naked and hard.

He felt the cock ring being tied onto his dick and balls, and felt the man slowly squeeze his balls.. He didn't scream but it hurt.. Oh God, it hurt.

"You are my slave eric. You ego no longer exists. Your clothing is mine, and you will dress as I tell you, mostly you will be naked for me."

Tonight Queen eric, the "sneakers and makeup boy, the bitch" is going to die, and will be replaced by slave eric. A slave is something special , something to be proud of boy. You think you can be my slave boy?

"Yes sir" said the boy with no hesitation. He wanted this, needed this since he was a kid. No man had ever done this to him, humiliated him and excited him, made him feel like a toy and object of pleasure.

He felt the man's hands, pinching his nipples, feeling them grow harder and larger.

Then the man's tongue flicking across them, lightly licking them.. and biting them...

"Ohh..." he moaned.

He felt very fine sandpaper being rubbed across the nipples.. it was .. electric.. it hurt but felt good.. so ..arousing he thought.

Suddenly he screamed as the hot wax landed on his nipples.

"Oh God Sir, I am taking your punishment. I need your punishment" he cried out..

Instantly he felt ice cubes placed on his nipples.. He resigned himself to the sensation, it hurt but felt good.. rubbing, heat and cold.. they were so aroused. Then clamps were placed on him and he gave a gasp but said nothing.

He next felt the coolness of the shaving cream, as the man's hands rubbed all over his crotch, carefully avoiding too much stimulation of his throbbing boy cock.

The man took a straight razor, and began to slowly, deliberately divest the boy of his public hair.

"Hair is for a man, eric, and you are a boy and slave"

Soon his penis was bare and denuded of hair, shaved smooth, and he felt the man rub some kind of astringent on him which stung.

He said nothing.

The man unfastened his feet, and he felt them being lifted over his head.. and then fastened or clipped to his wrists.

'He was bend over.. on his back, his ass opened, his cock hard and dripping, unable to fight or resist.

The flogger was first, on his already red butt, but the boy said nothing.

Then he felt his legs and thighs being whipped, slowly, teasingly.. his penis got harder but that didn't matter. He began to understand. He existed for his Master's use, for his Master's pleasure. All of him..

Slowly he felt the lubricant being rubbed into his hole, teasingly, pushed in deeper and deeper. .his boy pussy opened up to receive the fingers, of his MASTER.

As the second finger pushed into him, he began to breathe heavier, opening himself up more.. on display, wanting to give his Master every part of him.. not wanting to hold back anything.

After a few minutes the fingers were removed and a butt plug inserted.. larger than any he had ever had inside him.

He willed his sphincter to open, his Master toys an extension of his Master.. and he fucked the plug back opening himself up further..

"Good boy" said the man.

He felt a stirring in his stomach.. it wasn't sexual.. he was aroused enough, but that wasn't it.. it was a feeling of warmth, of peace, knowing that he was accepting what he had needed for so long.

"I am your slave sir, and your property. I need your pain and your pleasure.. I exist to be used by you sir.. any way you want."

"Good boy" said the man.

The boy felt the man's hand's around his cock stroking him, even as the plug/dildo was being pushed deeper into him.. he moaned.

"What's your number boy"? he heard, a reference to the scale where he was to tell the master how close he was to coming. A 9 meant he was on the brink, a 10 meant he could no longer control it and would come.

"6 Sir" he replied.

Eric felt the man's tongue in his mouth.. pushing him deeper, and then the stroking increasing.. the dildo in his ass already impacting him...

"8 sir," he panted.

Now his balls were being squeezed and his cock was being stroked, in that special way his master liked to use him.. his fingers rotating in a circular way under the head, while his dick was pushed down, pressure felt in his balls..

"9 sir" cried Eric. "Oh God sir"

The movement stopped.

The master continued in this pattern for almost an hour.. arousing the boy, torturing him, alternating spanking and stroking, pain and pleasure.. until the boy had no will left to fight with, no desire for other than total submission, to give himself to the man's will.

The man pushed his cock into the boy.. fucking him.. long hard strokes, strokes for the man's pleasure.. until he felt the man buck in him, and spasm.

He continued teasing the boy, as he stroked, making the boy recite his slave credo, almost a manta.. "I am yours sir, I am your slave, I exists for you..."

For some two hours the man worked every part of the boy's body, arousing him and using him like no man had. Eric never knew such intense arousal and torture.. needing to come so bad. But he began to understand, his coming didn't matter. His body being used and his Master's pleasure was all he wanted now. He didn't matter any more.

"I love you sir" cried eric out spontaneous. "I need you sir, I need your pleasure and your pain"

"I am whatever you want me to be for you sir" the boy, offered up, no resistance left in him.

Eric felt the plug inside him being adjusted, and then felt a metallic cock ring replace the leather on that had been on him.

"This is a t.e.n.s. unit eric. Do you know what that is?"

"Yes sir" he replied, Eric knew about tens units but never had experienced one.

"At low settings, it surges between a boys prostate and his penis.. it make his orgasm-he has no choice. It can make you orgasm over and over, even after you can no longer ejaculate. At higher settings, it can be more.. painful.." the man explained.

The setting was low and when he felt the surge between his prostate and penis, it was overwhelming.

"Oh God sir, I exist for you. I won't fight you again ever sir. I am your slave"

The pulses continued, unendingly, the boy getting more and more aroused.. he couldn't fight it..

The man made him count out the numbers as he kept up the intensity..

"I can't hold back sir... " but the pulses continued to surge through him, electric, so intense.. soooo good.. so not in control...

The man continued until he saw eric's cock spurt, shooting over the boy's head. The board moaned, "OH God sir, I am coming for you.. my cock is spurting for you sir"....

The man continued with the tens unit, over and over.. eric came over 8 times, he began to hurt, his balls and cock, but he said nothing. He was his Master's boy now..his Masters slave.

He felt the restraints being lifted.

The blindfold was removed.

"Come here boy!"

Eric came to his master, and knelt, his hands behind his back, head bowed. He slowly kissed his Master's feet. And then he waited for instructions.

"Suck it boy"....as the boy gladly took his Master's cock into his mouth, a cock he would learn to worship. A boy belongs to a man's cock he knew. He was his Master's slave, the slave to this penis.

He felt so good, giving his Master pleasure. It was what he was born for, to be.. a slave and boy, bonded, owned, property.. naked for his master's use anytime in any way.

He felt his Master come in his Mouth, his Master's hands, firm masculine hands, caressing his head and hair.

He had a glow about him..

He was so happy.

The Master said, "I have a surprise for you eric".

"Yes sir," the boy said, still kneeling in front of his Master's penis, the cum making it glisten.

He felt hands around his neck, fastening something.

Go look in the mirror boy.

Eric rose slowly and obeyed, seeing for the first time what he had only dared to hope for in the past.

Staring back at him from the mirror was a naked boy, radiant, dressed only in a leather collar with a small metal plate set on it.. and the words "slave eric" clearly visible.

"You are my slave eric.. bonded to me now.." said the Master.

"Yes sir" he smiled proudly.

The Master handed him a pair of leather shorts, and some Doc Maartens boots.

"Put these on boy".. where we are going you won't need J. Crew and Polo any more.. And 'S and M" will never again mean to you "stand and model".

The boy dressed, noting the sharp black leather with the button snaps on the front and the back, an access flap so his cock and ass would always be available when his Master unsnapped the flap on either side.

"Come Slave Eric, let's go" said the man, "it's time to take you to a leather bar and let folks see you. You are worthy now for me to show you off as my slave eric."

"Yes Master" he replied, never having such peace and joy at saying that.

The boy looked up at his Master, the first time in his life feeling at peace, and contented, no longer needing to be in control, or wanting this. He just wanted to be with this man, his Master. A glow and warmth spread throughout his body which he never had felt before.

"I will make you proud Sir," said slave eric.

The man smiled back at his slave, a small smile with bright eyes which meant more to eric than anything else.

"Are you ready boy?"

"Yes Sir" he replied slave eric.

And he was.