Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 10:28:21 -0800 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Born; Chapter 24; Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd, inc Disclaimer: By entering this site you agree that you are 18 years of age or older, and that the content of this site is legal in your country or jurisdiction. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd, inc ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories, which can be found "Prolific Authors" section at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html and scroll to "Douglas Marx". Thank you. ------------------------------------ Born – Chapter Twenty-Four The first night sleeping in the middle of Phil and Sir Ben was an amazing event. Here were two of the hottest men that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and I was sandwiched between them. No amount of masturbation fantasies would have prepared me for this experience. One thing I learned very quickly was I became a cum-dump for Sir Ben. Every morning I would awaken to this mass of man pushing me over on my stomach, grabbing my ringed nips with his beefy paws, and inserting the beer can/baseball bat cock into my cunt. He loved to fuck me in the missionary position. I was barely able to breath with this weight on my back. He mauled my tits as he unceremoniously and coldly fucked a load in me. Most days Phil simply got up going to the Master bath to get ready for the day. Sometimes he would force his cock down my throat after my morning rape when Sir Ben was gone. This routine consistently led me to being late to start my day with the slaves. I informed them what was happening to me only because I felt it important for the slaves to understand that providing service to Master preceded all other commitments. As the third in the ménage, my sexual times increased dramatically. I stopped having sex with anyone else except for the weekly show where Dr. Gatz and nurse Master fucked me. I missed the intimacy with Adam and his calm demeanor. We rarely saw each other or spoke. I felt I was now on my own; that my spiritual advisor released me to have my own understandings and my own conclusions of life. This period of my relationship with Sir Ben and Phil took me to an addiction level sexually. The experience was more what I fantasied about as a boy. I became a sex slave. I still worked. I did my job. But my primary function was that of pleasing these two men. Even Phil, the one that was gentle and loving to me, who told me that I was his lover, became much more aggressive with me. He expected my service at any time. I had lost myself with these two men. I became an object. This very much surprised me. I knew they both loved and cared for me so on a certain level this was quite odd to be treated in this manner. The affection they both demonstrated to me before we officially became a ménage was gone. I was a cum dump, a whore, a bottom slut, a sex slave. And the farther this went, the piggier I became. Phil took to fisting me. Between Phil's fist and Sir Ben's cock my cunt soon looked exactly as Adam's. My innards, my rosebud flopped out. Phil also took to whipping me frequently. I got more scars on my back. More than I ever had before. The moment the wounds were completely healed, Phil would tie me in the center of the dungeon marking me some more. One day I was informed by Sir Ben to go see Dr. Gatz. I was extremely frightened by this order because Dr. Gatz was our resident specialist in body modification. Over the few years that I had been an adult slave, the only modification to my body was the ringing of my nipples and cock plus the pumping exercises that allowed my areolas to protrude from my chest over ¾ of an inch. What was Dr. Gatz going to do to me? I never questioned Sir Ben. Adam had taught me that I was under their control having no say. "Lie down here, Jim." Dr. Gatz told me to get on my back on the operating table. Tears started to stream down my cheeks. "Now, Jim. I'm not going to harm you. You are not losing your testicles. Ben and Phil enjoy your orgasms too much to have that happen to you. We are going to do some decorating though. Ben has informed me of the need for some artistry on your body." I whimpered out. "What are you going to do, Sir?" "I am going to tattoo across your chest in Old English Text the world "SLAVE". The results I believe will be very attractive." As the tears continued to roll down my cheeks, I didn't say another word. I felt there was no need for further discussion. Sir Ben was definitely pushing the limit were I would go to that place that he had promised Phil he wouldn't take me. And, Phil was also pushing me towards that slave place like Adam or my Dad. Finally, though, I had to admit that I was the one who was letting myself head in that direction. I could have objected or at least discussed with my partners where we were headed. I didn't because I was going down a very slippery slope of sexual depravity. I knew it. I refused to do anything about it. Over the next few weeks, I was not touched by Phil or Sir Ben as the process of the tattoo unfolded. They were gracious enough to let me heal without the added burden of sex. I surprised myself by having an extreme masturbation session in Dr. Gatz's office after each session creating the art on my body. I found the pain of the tattoo needle to be very erotic. I now understood why some love their bodies completely covered in ink. I had to admit when it was done, I was extremely pleased with the results. I felt the markings were a nice addition to my body. One that would remind me of what I was whenever I looked in the mirror. The intensity of life on the farm went to the extreme. Looking back, Dad's maximize profit ideas with the featured buyer of the straight virgin male slaves was getting the best of all of us. Sir Ben was moody; more so than usual. Phil was losing his happy-go-lucky self. Both were taking the frustrations out on me. As their third, their bottom and their slave, I took it besides I was so slutted-out wanting Sir's cum in my cunt and Phil's cum, whip and fist anytime I could get it, I was not thinking clearly. This went on for close to a year. I looked in the eyes of each of my lovers seeing their upset and exhaustion. Had I not been such a selfish slave, I would have been able to speak up. Unfortunately for all of us, I was so into being sexually used by them that I was unable to say "stop". Finally, Adam grabbed me one day almost forcing me into our old room. "What's going on Adam? What are you doing?" I said. "Jim, this has to stop. You are losing it. You are drained. The three of you are a mess. This was not supposed to be this way. The three of you were going to be lovers. Instead, you three are simply sex and work pigs. Don't you see what is happening here?" I don't know what it was about that moment; however, my spiritual slave advisor got through to me. Oh god. He was correct. We were just going through the motions of work and sex. The joy of it all was gone. I did not give my all to my slave students. Sir Ben was brooding constantly and angrily fucking me every chance he would get. Phil had stopped smiling. Adam was right. This had to stop. "But, Adam. What can I do? I can't break the cycle. It has to come from Sir Ben or Phil or both." I said. Adam agreed. "I wish I knew a way. You are correct. The change has to come from them. I just wanted you to snap out of it to be aware of what is going on. For me, I'm on the periphery of this. I am just a slave serving them. You are more. You are their slave and their love. I just hope that something happens before it is too late for the three of you." "But what about you?" I asked. "Jim, remember, my slave mentality is so complete, my circumstances are not relevant. I wouldn't say I was happy here right now, but happiness is not my place. I am only here to serve." "Thank you, Adam. Thank you for waking me up." I walked out of the room immediately going to see my Dad. I had not seen him in a while one on one. I was too into myself. "Hi Dad." "Hi Jim. Nice to see you." Dad looked exhausted as well. There were papers everywhere on his desk. Dad always kept a neat desk. Clearly, the work was getting the best of him too. "Dad, I'm in trouble. Phil and Ben are crazed and I feel as if our entire relationship is on the brink." I exclaimed. Dad's response surprised me. "I'm glad you're here because you are spot on about what is happening. The three of you are out-of-control sexually and work-wise. The business is maxed out. If the pace doesn't slow down, the whole thing will implode. And, I mean the whole thing; your relationship; Ben and Phil's relationship, the slave business and the catering business. Unfortunately, I have not been able to get through to either of them. When we discuss the business Ben doesn't want to hear that it's too much. He wants more just as he wants more of you." "As for you, you are on the edge. If this goes much further, you will become like me and Adam. You will become a complete slave. If you do that, your relationship with Phil will be over. He will no longer be attracted to you." All the while Dad was talking he was stroking his cock. I had never seen it so rock hard. I knew that what he was saying was the truth. That if I went "there", which I was real close to doing, Phil would leave me; Sir Ben would tire of me; and I might as well head to the save auction now. Yet, on the other hand, my pussy was getting moist. I kept looking at Dad stroking his dick. Why was he doing that? Dad wasn't a top. Dad was the last bottom slave. I never saw a more complete slave than my father. Was he trying to prove a point? "Dad, why are you stroking your cock? Do you want to have sex?" "No, Jim. I don't want to have sex. I want to fuck you. Here is a defining moment in your slave life. If you let me fuck you, you will become like me. Just as when you fucked me the night I told you I was a slave. When you fucked me that night, I lost myself and became an object. If I do it back to you, the same thing will happen. The consequences are dire. If I fuck you, ultimately say goodbye to Phil and Sir Ben. Say goodbye to me and Adam. Say goodbye to everything here because Ben will sell you so fast you won't know what happen. Now, what will it be, Jim? You want my slave cock up your cunt, or do you want a life with Phil and Sir Ben? It's up to you." I hungrily looked at Dad's dripping cock. Was I really willing to sell myself so short for another cock? And, a slave cock at that. I looked at it some more. My mouth was watering. My pussy was wet and spreading. My own dick was solid with the ring bouncing at the tip. I stood up. I turned my ass around bending over. Dad could penetrate me right here. I wanted another cock up my cunt no matter who's it was. I felt Dad getting closer. The energy of his body was right next to me. I knew his cock was inches away. Was I really going to destroy my love of Phil and Sir for this one fuck? Dad's cock touched the rosy lips of my vagina; the vagina that was so much more luscious as the result of Phil fisting me. Oh no. Phil fisting me. I had forgot. Regardless of how insane our relationship was right now; Phil fisting me was the best thing we had going. I did not realize that fisting is the ultimate connection between two men. When Phil's hand is in me manipulating my bowels, when his arm disappears into the dark cavern; that is when Phil and I express our love for each other in the finest fashion. Phil. Oh Phil. I can't leave Phil. I have to fix this. I have to change this situation. I want to be a part of Sir Ben's life, but I want Phil more than life itself. Dad's cockhead was starting to penetrate me. It was now or never. If he went any further, I would lose Phil. Was I that much of a whore that I would lose the love of my life over another cock and particularly my slave Dad's cock? I screamed pulling away from Dad, "NO! Don't Dad. Please stop!" I fell to the floor crying uncontrollably. Dad just let me sob. He didn't come over to comfort me. He went back to his desk and started working again. My Dad was a brilliant man. He had sacrificed so much in order to raise me. What had just happened was the ultimate lesson Dad wanted to teach me. My level of appreciation for him was unmatched, but I didn't tell him just then. Instead, I ran out of the room without even saying goodbye. I could thank him later. As I headed into the kitchen, Sir Ben was standing there waiting. "Come with me, boy." I wanted to shriek, `But, but... Sir Ben. No. I want to talk. I want to tell you something...' Instead, I said nothing. I followed orders. I bowed me head following my Master to the stage. When I walked into the room, everyone was there. The slaves were all seated. Adam, Dr. Gatz and nurse Master were in the front row. Only Dad was missing. On the stage was a naked Phil. He was bound with rope around his ankles and thighs. His wrists were tied with his arms lifted about his head chained to ceiling hooks. This was a standard whipping position for Sir Ben. Fear flooded my body. I had finally figured out what was wrong, yet I had a feeling it was too late. The look on Phil's face was that of pure terror. I had never seen anything like it. There was another set of chains hanging from the ceiling. I knew what was going to happen. I walked immediately to my place with no resistance or questioning. Within moments, Sir Ben had me bound exactly as my partner Phil was across the stage. We were facing each other. We had been here before. This scene was eerily familiar, yet I sense something different was going to happen. The last time we were in this position, I was whipped while Phil watched, cried and screamed. Sir Ben had never laid a hand on Phil. Phil had no marks on his body from being the top/bottom to his lover and partner. I, on the other hand, was scarred deeply several years into my servitude. Mr. Brown had been the first to scar me. Sir Ben had done his fair share. In the past year of the depravity, Phil had given me the most wounds. Whish! The bullwhip lashed across Phil's back. I screamed out, "NO!" But there was no stopping Sir Ben. Phil never uttered a sound. Tears were streaming down his face. I kept screaming. I was crying. The audience was stunned. No one had ever seen such mercilessness. At one point, I actually observed blood splash to the floor. Phil was beginning to lose consciousness. Was Ben so upset he was going to whip Phil to death? My god, Sir is not stopping even as Phil passed out. From of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Gatz and nurse Master getting very uncomfortable. I thought I saw them say something to each other. All of a sudden the two of them rushed Sir Ben. They did it at a moment when Sir Ben had his back to them. Sir Ben was so into the intensity of harming Phil, he completely lost noticing his surroundings. Dr. Gatz grabbed Sir Ben by the neck in a chokehold. At the same time, nurse Master kicked Sir Ben's legs out from underneath him. If nurse Master had not done that, Sir Ben could have punched Dr. Gatz and got out of the attack, but between the element of surprise and the falling, Sir Ben could not move fast enough for the strong and more flexible duo. "Tie him!" Dr. Gatz screamed at the slaves. The slaves reacted. They grabbed some rope. They didn't know any better. Adam sat there. He was the only one who understood slaves don't do that. The rooky slaves still had the outside world influence in them. Sir Ben was bound within a minute. Dr. Gatz went to the medical facility coming back with a syringe jabbing it into Sir Ben's arm. Sir Ben was out in an instant. Dr. Gatz instructed the slaves to leave Sir Ben on the floor and help Phil and me down. Dr. Gatz took Phil immediately to his medical room tending to the massive wounds on Phil's back. Nurse Master unchained me from my witness stand. I ran over to Adam, grabbed him and starting crying uncontrollably. Adam just held on to me. The slaves left back to their quarters by orders of nurse Master. Nurse Master followed Dr. Gatz then into the medical center to treat Phil. Suddenly Adam and I were alone in the room, except for my hunky drugged Master, which was oddly quiet after all the drama and commotion of just a few minutes earlier. Finally, I was able to calm myself to talk to Adam. "Oh Adam. It's too late. Phil and Sir Ben..." I trailed off. Adam spoke, "Actually, I don't think it is too late. Maybe something will come of this. No one has ever challenged Sir Ben. This is new territory." The slaves came back on Dr. Gatz orders. They lifted Master taking him to Gatz's office. Adam and I followed. When we walked in the room the slaves were strapping Master down to a bed. I saw Phil racing over to comfort him. He was beaten up; lucid, but drugged for comfort. "Oh, Phil. I'm so sorry. This is terrible. You are hurt and it is all my fault." I exclaimed. "How is this your fault, Jim?" Phil enquired with slurred words. "I should have known better. I should have not been so selfish. I got so involved in wanting your cock. I got so involved in wanting Sir Ben's cock. I didn't see want was happening to the three of us. This is not the way I envisioned our three-way relationship." I was bawling through my explanation. "Jim, we are all three to blame. I was just as selfish wanting to cum in your throat daily. We all became pigs. This is not the way I envisioned our relationship either. I knew you would be a cum dump for Ben, but I thought I would treat you better. We are all to blame..." Phil drifted off closing his eyes saying no more. "Dr. Gatz, what are we going to do? Is Phil going to be alright? What about Sir?" I asked. "Jim, Phil will be fine. The scarring will be minimal because this was his first time being whipped, yet there will be some serving as a reminder. As to Ben, I will speak with him when he wakes up. You will just have to trust me that I can get through to him." "Thank you, Sir." I took one last look at my two passed out partners and walked out of the room with Adam. "Can I stay with you tonight, Adam?" "Jim, you know you can't do that. You have to go back to your quarters. Phil will be ok enough to sleep with you tonight. Ben will probably be tied up until Dr. Gatz feels he is not a danger to himself and us." I smiled slightly kissing Adam on the lips and giving him a big hug. We departed and I went back to my room. I didn't feel like eating anything. I just wanted to be alone. Hours later nurse Master helped a groggy Phil into our bed. He was such a beautiful man. He smiled but didn't say a word. I held him tight with the two of us falling asleep in each other's arms. I knew at that moment that Phil was truly the love of my life. I wished he didn't come as a package deal. I didn't know if I cared much for Sir Ben anymore regardless of whether I was a slave and had no say. Even a slave can get to the point where he can't get past something. I was not sure I would ever get past what Sir Ben had done. ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com