Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 20:39:25 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave Training Vignettes, Mountain Hike, Chapter 6

Mountain Hike, chapter#6, To serve the Club

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This story is the end of the Mountain Hike series and as such ties the
various story lines together. It is best read after the first parts but
could easily be standalone writing. It incorporates quite a few of the
reader's suggestions and comments and I'm grateful for the feedback.

I was kept hobbled and restrained as my trainers led me out on a leash. In
their home I noticed that they lived very comfortably and seemed devoted to
a luxurious lifestyle.

While I was only a trainee to them they wasted no time in explaining just
what my status was." Well slave look around; this is your new home for a
while. We'll be enjoying your service even as we are training you. When we
get finished you'll be a trained body slave."

I was mesmerized by my situation as I stood there in chains, head bowed,
listening to my owners describe how I would be their slave. My Mistress sat
on a high, wide, living room chair, opened her robe and spread her legs.
Master roughly led me to her and pushed me to my knees. "OK boy get a good
look, before were done you'll be more familiar with that crotch than with
your own face." He said.

I couldn't help salivating as I gazed on the beautiful, pink, hairless cunt
of my new trainer has she said. "Get your nose up there and get used to my
scent, it's a perfume that you'll love, eau of crotch eh."

Master sat on the chair edge and watched me; the fact that I was being
watched added a very erotic aspect to my humiliation. The cunt had a musky
odor with just a hint of stale piss smell. I shuddered as Master grabbed
one of my ears and led me to those delicious, soft folds with the one word
command "lick."

I was soon lost in the act as I licked up and down her cunt slit using my
tongue to service her. I noticed that she had begun to gush cum juice; I
lapped it up like it was a fine, French sauce. "The pig looks good down
there, how's he doing", he asked?

She smiled has she said, "Pretty good, he has a nice, wide, long
tongue. With a little coaching he will be as good a cunt-lapper as he is a
cocksucker. I want to get fucked now, his tongue as put me in the mood."

I was roughly pushed away being told to watch as a real man fucked a
cunt. On the floor I watched as Master approached with his enormous cock
sticking out.  I was commanded to wet the head so it could slide easily
into her. I sucked and licked his cock until he pushed me down on my back
while she climbed on top with her cunt at my mouth. He mounted her from the
rear.

For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of cock fucking a
cunt. I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt
and felt the juices spray my face with each deep plunge.

My trainer, Don started to tease her by slowly pulling his cock from her
pussy until just the head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started
whimpering for more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each
time she would moan loudly. His cock was so thick it stretched her pussy
lips far apart, and, when he pulled out, her lips stuck to his shaft and
stretched far from her pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome. I was so
hot.

As Master fucked Jane, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that I
never heard before. Master fucked faster until, with a growl, he plunged
into the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack inside the cunt as
well. I knew he was spraying his spunk inside her pussy now and I knew I
was seconds away from eating his leftovers. He had already told me I was to
be the "clean up" boy.

When Master Don pulled out his wet, slimy meat, a long string of cum
followed it out and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to her
gaping gash and proceeded to suck out the warm scum. It tasted similar to
what I had sucked directly from his cock but somewhat sweeter when mixed
with her juices. It slid like syrup down my throat, along with Jane's own
sauce. God, it was delicious! Jane then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed
out of her pussy and down my throat. He must have shot a huge load deep
into her!

After I sucked and licked her cunt until it was as clean as after a shower,
she raised her crotch off my face and looked down at me with a smirk on her
face. My face was completely drenched with jism and cunt juices. "Have fun
down there?" she said and then giggled with the widest sort of smile.

She then told me to immediately go to work on Don's semi-stiff rod. His
dick was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice which I slowly licked up. I
worked my way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one until his
dick started swelling. I thought to myself, "this is really where I
belong."

The Club: Don took me to the main area of the club the next day. What a
revelation it was, I didn't think such a place existed.  This was the day I
was to visit their clubhouse with them.

Master laughingly referred to me as an interested observer as we entered
the Club compound. This was the first time in a week that I had clothes on
and it felt funny. The Club was situated in the middle of a 130-acre
plot. It had been built many years ago for the express purpose of being a
sex club, one without restraints.

As we drove up I could see the reddish-brown, brick stucco walls that
enclosed the place. Master dialed in a key code on his phone and the gate
opened for us to walk in. We entered thru a dimly lit building and out into
a large pool patio covered with canvas shielding it from the sun. In
addition to the pool there was a hot tub, palm trees, lounge chairs and
what looked like some small ante rooms in back of colorful light curtains
that waved in the soft breeze. Don had me shed my travel clothes and
fastened bright, pink leather cuffs and a collar on me while he told me
pink leather and nudity were only for new initiates being evaluated.

Has I looked around it certainly wasn't difficult to tell who was slave and
who Master. All the slaves wore tan leather cuffs, collars and leashes
while the obvious Masters and Mistresses were in various stages of dress
with some naked and others fully clothed.

There was a small mahogany bar in the middle with comfortable bar stools
and Master Don sat down motioning me to the floor on the side of him. The
man next to us had a young, pretty girl on her knees licking his feet and
sucking on his toes.

"Hi Don, who's the mooch, a new slave boy?" he asked.

Don answered, "Yeah he's new all right, I bought him here to observe, see
if this is for sure his scene. You know it's not for everyone but I think
he just might make a good group slave, he's definitely submissive, we'll
soon see."

From my vantage point on the floor I tried to watch the action but I
couldn't see very well. Master Don noticed and motioned me to follow him. I
was soon in the middle of the compound where Master tied a rope around my
neck fastened to a steel ring in the floor. He told me, "Take a good look
boy, see if you can visualize yourself here. Don't worry no one will bother
you without the full fledged slave, leather collar and cuffs that make you
an actual slave, enjoy."

As I cringed on the ground I looked around, slaves were being used all
over. The majority were women but there were a few other guys. On my right
a Mistress was in a hammock like sling complete with stirrups and the
bottom cut out allowing very complete access to her cunt and ass. A slave
girl was using her tongue and slobbering up and down her crack from asshole
to fuck hole. Every once in a while a man on a recliner next to her would
stand up and stick his cock in the Mistresses pussy. The little slave would
move her head and watch as he fucked the cunt. When he finished he pulled
out and she slurped his cock clean before returning to her cunt-lapping
task.

In all this activity I was amazed that the Masters seemed to be able to
continuously cum, in great quantities, almost at will. Then I remembered
Master Don telling me on the way down that they took a herb potion daily
that allowed them to cum whenever they wanted.

Over to the other side it looked like there was an initiation of a new
slave beginning. There were two men training a slave girl of about 18 how
to properly serve a cock. Master told me her name was Laura and even though
she, like all the slaves willingly sought out the humiliation and shame of
slavery she seemed certainly apprehensive. I imagined what this must be
like for her; actually if I was honest with myself I would acknowledge that
I wanted to be her.

Her Man was talking to her in a soft, firm voice, "Now you just open up and
take the cock head, little girl.  We'll start out real slow while you get
used to having a big cock fill your mouth while you're sucking, Ok?  Now
first thing, just slide your tongue around the head of my cock, get it good
and wet before you get some suction going. Take your time and get used to
being a cocksucker; it's the thing that will make you whole. In time you'll
only be happy on your knees servicing one of your owners."

"Yes, Sir" she said as she slowly opened her mouth and accepted the thick,
helmeted cockhead.  The man's cock was drooling quite a lot of precum now
and I knew she could certainly taste the salty tang of it as she ran her
tongue over the huge head.  The man sighed as slave Laura's hot mouth
surrounded his hard cock. I guessed that she had never tasted cum before
but she probably figured if it wasn't any worse than the taste of this mans
precum then he would be ok.

"Take it you fuckin' whore!!" The man said as he thrust his body up to her
mouthcunt.

The slave took a quick deep breath in through her nose before the cock
slammed back into her mouth.  I knew she couldn't think straight as the
cock that was now her universe fucked her mouth. The long, thick cock in
her mouth gagged her every time it slid down her throat.  Slave Laura
didn't even have time to panic as she dealt with this hard, horny Master
using her mouth as a cum-dump.  I noticed that another Man was lightly
swatting her ass with a riding crop.

The swats to her ass cheeks were causing her to lurch forward eager for the
prick thrusting through her lips. She could also feel the collar around her
neck bite into her every time Master fucked her mouth has he thrust into
her face; it was just another reminder of her status.

The clasp holding her collar together was not giving at all, allowing her
Trainer face-fucker complete access now to her tight, spasming throat.
After a dozen fast strokes into her throat the heavy breathing she heard
turned to a loud groan as the cock fucking her mouth hardened even more.

Her eyes flew open as she felt the large shaft go rock hard with a pulse
working up to the tip through those big, purple veins.  Suddenly a shot of
cum blasdon out and coadon the back of her throat, then another and another
until the slave girl's mouth was full of thick, hot cum swimming around
Master's hard cock.

The man kept thrusting into the slave's mouth as he worked to pump out
every drop of cum from his swollen balls. The taste of nut juice must have
slammed into her senses as the slowly thrusting cock finally stardon to
shrink.  The man shuddered as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from the
slave's hot mouth.  He leaned down to see her body jerking with the
sensation of the cock leaving her mouth.

"Now you just swill that load around in your mouth, my little slut, get a
good taste of what you'll be eating for the rest of your life, what you
were born to do.  And don't you even think about spitting it out!!  That is
high quality V.I.P. Master cum that is not to be wasted.  What do ya think
cunt?  Taste good?" he asked.

Her mouth was full as she nodded agreement looking up at him. A tear slowly
slid down laura's face as her mouth held the thick load of man cum.

The man smiled down at her. "Open up, kid, lets see how much I shot into
your slut mouth!" The little slave girl opened her mouth to show the man a
large, milky load pooled in her mouth.  Another hard thrust into her mouth
from his fuck stick caused a bit of cum to slip over her lower lip and
slide down her chin.

"Ah, ah, baby.  That is prime mansperm!  We wanna make sure you swallow it
all down!"  The man slowly slid his finger under her jerking chin to catch
the large drop of cum. "Here ya go kid, suck that off of my finger and
swallow down my load.  Ya need to make room for the next hard cock to make
a deposit."

She swallowed once, twice and then a third time trying to get all of the
thick, sticky cum down her throat.  She couldn't get it all down right
away, I knew it felt like it was coating her mouth and throat. I knew that
the taste of cum would not go away from her senses soon!!

 "Good Girl." the man said as he stood tall and zipped up his slacks.  "Now
you enjoy that cum meal and don't worry, I will send someone else over
right away to fill that hot mouth of yours with more jism. "

From what I saw when I first got here, this place was filling up fast,
there will be Masters over here one after the other.  You will be eating a
lot of man cum tonight, kid, but I will always remember that my load was
your first.  Later, kid." Slave Laura winced at the thought of eating cum
but did not have time to worry about it. The man who had encouraged her by
whipping her ass was standing in front of her with another cock for her to
service. She would be busy for a while.

My trainer was talking to me; "I think it'll be good for your training to
give a little demonstration of your own. I know that you've had no ass
sucking experience and I think it's time to learn this essential skill. The
fact that others are watching you will certainly add a level of desperation
but I've found when training other blow-boys that the humiliation trumps
all other feelings and kinda frees them to just get on with it and serve
like the personal slave they were meant to be. You don't need to worry,
I'll teach you how to lick a man's ass, just follow my instructions."

I was shocked; he was going to teach me to suck his ass. Here I was
kneeling inside of this little crowd of Master's as he told me what to
expect in that deep, soft, assertive voice he used when telling me what he
wanted me to do.

"It'll actually be a pleasure teaching you how to suck and lick a man's
asshole; it's an important skill for any competent cocksucker." Don told me
that once I got beyond my initial reluctance and inhibitions I would love
giving this service. I watched him trembling on my knees. Don turned around
and straddled my head, facing my feet. His ass was now over my face instead
of his cock and balls, which were dangling just out of reach of my mouth. I
looked up as his ass hovered over my face.

"Your going to learn to love this boy," Don said. His balls were hanging
just inches away from my chin as he spread his ass-cheeks. I have to admit
that I was fascinated as he spread his ass cheeks. His deep ass-crack
opened and the fine hairs separated around his asshole. I could see that
the little puckered shit-hole was light brown with a fringe of hair around
it.

I noticed how tightly closed his asshole was, clenched comfortably shut. As
I gazed at it his hole clenched tighter then let go. I gasped, almost
expecting a turd dropping on my face. Instead, the hole relaxed and opened
slightly. I began to smell his fragrance. The smell was primitive, a man's
smell. I could smell and feel the power in him. The smell between a man's
legs was becoming more familiar to me by the minute.

"Boy, take a good look at my asshole, imagine how it'll taste on your
tongue, look carefully and think only about pleasuring my hole, it's what I
want. After you lick up and down my ass crack start licking around the rim
of my asshole. Use your tongue lightly, not too hard. Lightly, remember
that. Then flick your tongue back and forth over it before you tongue fuck
it; you have to get used to a man's taste. Now, start licking my ass
crack."

I inhaled deeply as his ass lowered slowly until the top of his crack was
right over my mouth has he said. "Go on, put out your tongue like I told
you, don't worry about the guys watching you."

My tongue snaked out; the warm, salty taste of ass-flesh seared my
tongue. It was a taste like none I had ever tasted.  Somehow the warmth of
his ass-crack felt w comforting on my tongue as I cautiously licked a small
area. His ass-flesh was smooth and soft I remember thinking.

The taste wasn't unpleasant but when I thought of his brown shit-hole
farther down I shivered. My tongue went to work moving slowly back and
forth as Don began raising his ass into the air. My tongue was getting
closer to his hole. His ass-cheeks deepened. I couldn't help it, I screamed
out, "Noooo, I-I cant do it Sir."

Don said, "Look boy, you heard what I said. You're going to learn how to
please a man's asshole whether you like it or not. In any case I'll enjoy
it. Do you need to be whipped to serve like a slave or do you want to
become the eager cocksucker you know you were born to be, it's your
choice."

I very tentatively snaked my tongue into his crack, not happy but resigned
to obey him, forcing myself to perform this vile act.

I soon was darting the tip of my tongue around Don's asshole. The taste was
bittersweet and burned my tongue a little. I swirled my tongue lightly as I
had been instructed by Don. Around and around the puckered rim I licked as
Don arched his back and planted his ass firmly onto my mouth. My tongue
slid up and down over his brown shit hole and I could feel his soft,
sensitive asshole flesh quiver slightly with pleasure. I was sucking and
licking ass now like I was born to it. This wasn't so bad I thought.

"That's it boy, slide your tongue inside, work it from side to side to get
it in." I did as I was told, stiffened my tongue and pushed against his
asshole. I could feel his hole relax and open. My tongue found the center
and swirled in probing in and out of his asshole. "That's it boy, clean out
my hole." As I licked his ass the excitement of what I was doing worked on
my mind. The aroma between his legs was hot, a man's smell. No matter how
much the idea had repulsed me at first I found that the more I tongued his
asshole, the more turned on I got.

I was so engrossed in my task that I barely heard my trainer talking to
me. "They can have their Yoga; I think there is nothing quite like having a
boy lick and suck on your ass crack. It's the best way to completely relax
has his tongue swabs over your asshole."

Don abruptly turned over and motioned me to lick his balls. I got a good
look at my audience then and actually felt a little proud that my trainer
was happy with me as he said, "Good boy, you've learned your lesson well
but there are still a few things you need to know. First is that
occasionally members might use your tongue like toilet paper, it's so much
warmer and softer. Your expected to show your admiration for whomever it
may be using your mouth and tongue between their legs, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand" I answered has my trainer motioned me to my feet
and out into the middle of the courtyard.

There were more slaves here tethered to floor rings or various devices that
positioned them for a Master's pleasure. I watched an older female who was
fastened on her stomach over a wide, upholstered hassock. Her ankles were
spread wide so that her ass was wide open and in position for any man who
wanted to fuck it. On the other side there was a red curtain that kind of
closed off a corner. I wondered what could possibly be behind those
curtains given the amount of sex being done out in the open.

I sensed a presence and looked up into Master Don's face. "Well I can see
from your hard on that you're excited by all this. Look at me and tell me
you want to continue or I'll take you out of here." He was right I had to
go on; I really did like this.

"I want to serve here Master, let me stay."I answered.

With a knowing smirk he said, "I thought so boy, you're a natural bottom
but as your trainer I have to tell you that it won't be easy, you have a
lot to learn."

He untied the rope that tethered me to the floor and walked towards the red
curtain in the corner with me scampering behind him. I was soon festooned
out with the tan leather cuffs and collar but stark naked like all the rest
of the slaves I had seen on site. My trainer led me into yet another room
curtained off.

As we entered I noticed that it was very dimly lit, maybe that was the
reason for the curtain. There were many slaves of both genders inside the
room, which appeared to be a very large rest room!

My trainer pushed me to my knees as he sat on a chair overlooking the
room. He was rubbing my head absentmindedly as he spoke to me. "While your
eyes get accustomed to the light it might be good to explain a little more
about our little group.

As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw just how strange a rest room
this was. Master motioned to a slave girl tethered to a freestanding urinal
in the middle of the floor. She shuffled to the back of it and stuck her
head thru a hole molded into the urinal in the shape of a human head that a
slave could just stick their face into! Master opened his robe and took out
his half hard cock. The other slaves were watching with what I thought was
envy as my trainer stood and looked down at the girl's face and slowly
began to pee.

I couldn't help it I sighed with the shear eroticism of it. Master looked
at me and asked if I thought I was ready. "Do you think your really ready
boy, want to take her place?"  I nodded my head saying "yes Sir, please
Sir."

She reluctantly moved and Master was solicitous about placing my face just
so in the urinal. When he walked around the front I took a second to wonder
what I was in for, I was so hot I thought I might explode.

Don took his time standing in front of me with a half hard on just looking
at me.

He finally spoke, "Open your cunt mouth slave and lets see your eyes
eh. Stick your tongue out now: try to lick that drop of piss off of my cock
slit, a little taste for you. Ah, good, now let me tell you how it's going
to be. I'll piss into your mouth and you're to hold it there, just like a
piss bowl eh, until I tell you to flush your mouth by swallowing. It's your
first time so I'll go slowly so you can get used to and savor your first
taste of piss. It's the ideal way to quickly show a blow-boy like you just
what his status is."

I didn't have time to reflect anymore as he shot a short stream into my
open mouth. It didn't taste half bad, very warm, salty and tangy with a
musty pissy smell.

"Swirl it around your mouth now, get used to the texture and taste of your
owner's piss. Ok now swallow my piss boy, you're a star, all the other
toilet mouths are looking at you pissed off because their not getting
it. Ha Ha, pissed off, no pun intended cunt." Once again he filled my mouth
with the warm, salty brew before having me swallow on his command. I was as
hot as I had ever been with my face in a man's urinal. "Well pig, I guess
we both know what you are eh."

AFTERMATH: I had answered them that I wanted to become one of their "club
slaves" and serve the Master's and Mistresses that would now own me as
surely as if I was a new puppy for their amusement. They were now in the
process of fitting me up with my new slave paraphernalia; an older slave
woman was doing the work at a Master's direction. Of course I was naked as
she locked the leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists.

Master was continuing my instructions as she worked. "I think you're a
natural slave but even so there are rules that must be adhered to. The
Master's and Mistresses of our Club jointly own you. Anytime one of your
owners gives you an order you are to rush to carry it out. After all they
own you and your ultimate task is to please them.  Actually your only
pleasure will be giving pleasure to your Masters. The cuffs and collar are
symbols of your servitude to be worn with pride. We will of coarse continue
with your training as a body slave as no slave can ever be perfect. You
will be whipped and humiliadon as befits the mood of your owners and of
course your status as property. All slaves here are equal as property and
no slave is better than another unless we tell you. You may have noticed
that the owners are always horny and can continually cum, time after
time. We have a herbal pill to accomplish that. The secretions of your
Master's and Mistresses are sacred and you are to accept whatever is
offered you taking care not to spill or swallow without their
instructions."

"Kneel."  As I slunk to my knees in front of him, a feeling of submission
flushed over me.  I needed to tell this magnificent man how he great made
me feel, how he made me feel so alive, and as I opened my mouth to do so,
he quickly slapped me across my face lightly.  "Shut your fag mouth, bitch.
All I need to hear from you is `Yes, Sir 'or `No Sir' when I ask you a
question.  That's it.  You got that?"  "Yes. Sir," I said, nodding my head
in compliance.  "I understand that you were quite the little slut with Mike
and Ryan the other day, sucking cock like a five dollar whore, and begging
the guys to slap your ass and fuck you. "  I started to correct him, saying
that Ryan was the one to initiate the ass play, and another slap came
raining down on my face, this time hard.  "Yes, Sir or No Sir, that's it,
you stupid little bitch," he yelled at me, clearly annoyed.

No Sir, I replied, rubbing my face, when another slap connected with my
left cheek, this time a bit harder.  "Hands behind your back, Bitch. You've
got a lot to learn about being a bitch, don't you? "Yes. Sir," I quickly
replied.  "Well, I'm just the man to teach you, but there's gonna be some
ground rules.  I'm going to lay them down to you right now.  When I'm done
with each ground rule, I will ask you once and only once if you agree to
it.  If you say `Yes Sir' to each and every rule, you will become my slave,
my property, to obey me immediately and willingly regardless of what I ask.
The moment you disobey me or resist me, it's over.  You will be dead to me,
and never again will you feast on my big cock, or serve at my feet. "  I
started to say yes, but my Master roughly grabbed my face and closed my
mouth.

He held me by my chin, and made me stare into his handsome face.  "Just
kneel there and listen, bitch.  First of all, if I decide to take you as my
slave you have to understand one thing.  We won't be friends anymore.  I
will be your Master.  I will own you.  I will tell you how to look, how to
dress, what to eat, what to do.  You will wake up thinking how you can
serve me and go to sleep thinking if you served me good that day.  Every
one of your possessions, and everything you earn will be mine.  Do you
understand and accept this?"  "Yes Sir," I reply.

"You need to understand something about me.  I'm not gay, and I'm not
attracted to guys in the least, but I let you suck me off because you
helped me out and I learned that you're a great little cocksucker, so I let
you do it a few times.  You probably can't understand this, because you're
a bitch at heart, but real men need to put their cocks in bitches as much
as possible.  The night I disciplined you and fucked your ass up the first
time in your bedroom, I found something out about myself.  Every time you
serviced my cock before then, I had to watch chicks fucking in pornos to
really get into it, but that night, beating your fag ass into total
submission, I got real hard, and when I jerked off into your faggot face, I
felt the need to fuck your tight little ass, to possess you totally.  Now,
I've never looked at a man's ass sexually like that but when I went home
that night and thought about it, I realized something.  I like hitting you.
It gets me off, and I want to do more of it.  But it has to be totally on
MY terms.  That means I'm going to wear your ass out.  I'm going to use
belts on you, floggers, hangers, and anything else I want to use, alone, or
in front of other guys.  It's going to be rough on you, and you can never
put up any resistance at all.  Do you understand and accept this?"  "Yes
Sir," I reply.

"Let's get started then.  Get on all floors with your face on the floor,"
Master ordered, and I turned sideways to him and scrunched down, my ass
high in the air and face and hands on the floor.  He got up and straddled
me, reaching under me to unbutton my Levis and pull my leather belt out of
its loops.  He then proceeded to crack my ass five times quickly with the
belt.  He moved to the side of me and said "Take your pants down to your
knees, slave bitch."  I quickly reach under me and pull my pants and boxer
briefs down to my knees, and reposition my face onto the floor, bracing
myself for the onslaught that I know is coming.  My Master started wailing
on my ass with the belt in a frenzy, stopping only to take off his shirt
before finally stopping.  "That was 30 hard ones, bitch."  The pain is
shooting through my ass and upper thighs, which my Master made a point of
hitting.  He walked over to the door and grabbed his jacket, taking it off
the wire hanger and throwing it aside.  "We'll see how tough you are
bitch," he said, squeezing both ends of the hanger down.  He walked aside
me and reared back with the wire hanger, landing it at the top of my ass
cheeks.  The pain was blinding, and was quickly followed with another
whack, and another.  After five, he stopped.

"Take everything off and bend your sorry ass over my desk, bitch," Master
ordered.  I rose gingerly, and managed to take off my clothes quickly,
despite the blinding pain.  He grabbed me by the neck and bent me over the
desk, using his legs to spread mine wide.  Five more shots followed with
the hanger, in rapid succession, followed by a pause, when I heard him
unzip his pants.  Master was wearing a wide leather belt, which he how was
draping over my head.  "You're going to get to know this belt real good,
slave boy," he said, chuckling.  "Unless you want more of the hanger,
bitch".  "No more hanger, please Sir," I said quickly and desperately.
Master's hand began violently slapping my bruised ass, followed by the
hanger.  "YOU DON'T SAY A FUCKING WORD TO ME EVER, BITCH, UNLESS I ASK YOU
A DIRECT QUESTION."  After 10 hard swats with the hanger, including three
that wrapped around to my scrotum and balls, he stopped.  I was whimpering
like a little boy, the pain so unbearable that I started to regret
submitting to this man.  Instead of backing off, my Master proceeded to
wail on my ass and thighs some more with his wide belt, until he stopped
and walked around to stand in front of me.  His magnificent cock was so
rock hard, and he roughly slapped it across my tear-streaked face.  "Open
your fuck-hole, suck bitch."  I open my mouth wide, and my Master gripped
the sides of my head and began roughly sodomizing my throat.  "I heard
about your little shower scene with Mike and Ryan.  Mike said you were
letting Ryan finger fuck your fag ass while you sucked Mike's cock like a
Shop Vac.  You're a real cock hound, and that's how I like my bitches."
After about five minutes of steadily pounding, my Master flooded my throat
with his load.  Gulping greedily, I swallow him down.

My Master walked around me and sat back on the couch, dick still hard,
glistening with my slave spit.  He told me to reassume my place on my knees
at his feet. "From this point on, I own you, body, mind, and soul.  Do you
understand and accept this?"  "Yes Sir," I reply.  "I want you at my
apartment tomorrow morning at 8 am.  You're going to clean the place up