Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 20:56:32 -0500
From: Matt W <matt10019@gmail.com>
Subject: Bred Slave - Part 10

 The following is a work of fiction.  All characters are over 18 years of
age.  There are depictions of sexual acts and homoerotic themes.  Please do
not read any further if you are not legally eligible or would be offended by
the material.

CHAPTER 12 - SLAVE SAT

By the time the fourth day of classes rolled around, I was in a new kind of
hell altogether.  The business and finance classes that I had been
unwillingly enrolled in were quickly becoming far greater torture than the
physical and mental abuse I'd been subjected to in the course of my slave
training.  The class lectures felt like foreign language to me half the
time, and it was a struggle to pay attention.

On top of the classes themselves, a series of new routines had developed at
home.  Each morning began the same as always with rigorous physical
conditioning, but Ryan had decided to allow me two extra hours of sleep on
any day I had classes, not that the 6 am wake-up call was all that much less
painful.  After I was showered and groomed, I would wait in my room until
Ryan presented me with my clothing.  Second-hand jeans and tight-fitting
t-shirts and hoodies had essentially become my school uniform, and although
I was fortunate not to be wearing the exact same thing everyday, all of the
garments seemed to come in various bland shades of gray, navy or army green.

Ryan, of course, drove me to and from campus everyday.  He seemed to have
planned our schedules accordingly so that our days began and finished around
the same relative time.  By the third day, however, he had already made a
habit of dropping me off at the house, only to return to campus for some
quality time at his fraternity house.

My orders after school were strict and concise.  I went directly to my room
where I immediately surrendered my clothing and knelt to be re-collared in
steel.  Then, I was to begin studying, reviewing any class materials and
writing any necessary papers..  My access to my laptop was somewhat
restricted, but I was allowed to use whatever programs and resources I
needed to complete my work.  Of course, I had long-ago surrendered the
passwords to all of my email accounts to Ryan and he checked them
sporadically to ensure I wasn't making unauthorized contact with the outside
world.

If Ryan was home, the evening was subject to his whim.  He might interrupt
me at anytime for punishment, training or just to make him dinner.  If Ryan
was out for the evening, I was given standing permission to take a break at
8:30pm sharp to use the bathroom and prepare myself one of the infamous
slave smoothies for dinner.  However, I was to be back hitting the books by
9:00pm.  Unless I received special permission to work later on a paper or to
study later for an exam, I was to be in bed by 10:30pm.

On campus, I'd started to make a habit of avoiding people.  I darted out of
classrooms, sequestered myself in the dining hall, and basically did what I
could to go unnoticed.  For the most part it was working, but I realized
quickly that I couldn't be completely invisible.  My two worlds had just
begun to collide, and I knew it would only get worse.

I shivered slightly as I made my way across the quad, having just finished
up a quick lunch, the light sweatshirt providing little more than protection
from the wind on the chillier-than-usual afternoon.  My classes ended early
that day, and I was planning on spending the rest of it studying in the
library while I waited for Ryan to finish up.

"Drew!  Wait up!"

I hesitated slightly, glancing over my shoulder to see Sean bounding up
beside me.

"Oh, hey," I offered.

"Seriously, man, what's the deal?  I feel like you've been avoiding me all
week."

I slowed my pace to keep in line with him.  "Oh really?  I haven't
been...sorry.  Just, uh, not feeling it I guess."

"Feeling what?" he asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Class, I mean," I added, quickly.  "School.  Just not in the mood to be
back here."

Sean half-sighed, not entirely convinced, but continued, "Yeah, class
sucks.  But you know what?  Fuck that.  Last semester was a blast.  Forget
about class, dude.  You're on the rebound!  Gotta put yourself out there,
man," he encouraged, giving me a playful shove on the arm.

I faltered slightly.  "Yeah..."

"Look, week's almost over.  What do you have going on this weekend?"

I froze at the question, unsure how to answer it.

Sean went on, "Wanna hit up The Tap?  Still got your fake?"

The Tap was a dive bar in town notorious for letting University freshman and
sophomores slide as long as their fake IDs were passable.

I hesitated, taking a few extra steps, and then shrugging.  "Oh, yeah...umm,
actually I tried it at another place over break and it got confiscated."

Sean frowned.  "Bummer, dude.  Well, we'll get you another one."

Suddenly, there was a familiar strong vibration in my pocket.  I panicked,
glancing up to Sean, as I reached in my pocket.

"Anyway, hey, did I even finish telling you about this chick I started
talking to over break?  We kinda met online, lame I know, but whatever.  She
goes here, and we've already hooked up twice this week!"

"Yeah? Cool..." I responded, half-listening as I flipped open my cell phone
to look at the text message from Ryan.

"STOP TALKING TO THAT TOOL AND GET YOUR ASS TO MY CAR."

I looked up like I'd seen a ghost, glancing over my shoulder through the
crowds of students in the quad.  I couldn't see Ryan, but he obviously had
his eye on me from somewhere.

"Yeah, and," Sean paused to glance around, "I think she's a little freaky
too."  He grinned with pride, expecting some sort of congratulations from
me.

"Oh, really?  That's, uh," I began, glancing around still trying to locate
Ryan.  "That's great, man.  Hope it works out.  Have to meet her someday."

"Yeah..." Sean agreed, his smile fading, as he glanced to my phone.  "What?
You look like your dog just died.  That Ali, or something?"

I shrugged slightly, shaking my head as I typed a response to Ryan.  "Nah, I
wish. Gotta meet Ryan for a minute.  Left something in his car."

"YES SIR." The message flew off into cyberspace.

"Okay," Sean sighed.  "Catch you later, then."

"Later," I agreed, exchanging a quick handshake with him as we parted ways.
I made a bee line for the parking lot while Sean continued on towards the
student union.

Ryan was there waiting for, leaning casually against the back bumper of his
jeep.  I swallowed slightly as I approached, stopping just a few paces away,
presenting casually in front of him with my head slightly bowed.
Fortunately, the parking lot was virtually empty at this time of day.

"So, this is how you spend your free time?" he asked with a bite to his
voice.

"Sir?"  I asked, almost in surprise, glancing up at him.

"Socializing in the quad with douchebags like that?  Was that one of your
options?"

"Yes Sir, I mean no Sir...I wasn't Sir," I stammered, struggling to keep my
voice low.

"Then what would you call it?" Ryan asked, unrelentingly.

"He stopped me, Sir.  Started talking..."

"Oh?  So it's his fault?"  he asked, challenging me.  "You're blaming a free
man for your fuck up?"

I hesitated.  "No...I mean...no Sir," I trailed, lowering my head again in
silent frustration.  All week I had been so careful to manage my time as
ordered, and the one time he sees me in the quad I'm caught talking to an
old friend.

"Really?  Because I think that's exactly what you're doing.  Pointing the
finger.  You think you can do whatever the fuck you want just because I'm
not around.  Don't you, boy?"

"No!  No, Sir," I exclaimed, a little too loudly.

"I'm not convinced, slave," Ryan snapped, lowering his voice.  He glanced at
his expensive watch.  "And this is a problem, because I still have an
afternoon full of classes before we head home."

I took a deep breath, and glanced up at him, not sure what exactly was going
through his head.

Suddenly, the alarm beeped on the jeep, and Ryan produced his keys.
"Fortunately, I anticipated something like this and have made other
arrangements.  Get in."

"Yes, Sir," I agreed nervously, as I walked around to the passenger side.

Minutes later we were cruising down a side street in silence just about a
mile from campus.  I tried to keep my eyes down as I'd been ordered in the
car, but couldn't help but glance up from time to time.  The route was
alarmingly familiar.  I glanced quickly over to Ryan quickly as he mouthed
along the words to the song on the radio and drove as if nothing unusual was
at play.

My stomach twisted into knots as the jeep slowed to a stop.  I looked up
just in time to confirm my worst fears.  We were in the parking lot of Ali's
apartment complex.

"Out," Ryan ordered.

He jumped out of the driver side, as I climbed reluctantly out of the jeep,
and closed the door behind me, backpack in tow.  Hesitantly, I lingered in
front of the jeep glancing from the building to Ryan.

"Walk," he barked, giving me a shove from behind.  "Don't pretend you don't
know where you're going.  Fortunately for me, Kara, or Mistress Kara to you,
has agreed to slave-sit for me on Thursday afternoons," Ryan explained
casually, as I led the way up the flight of stairs to the second floor
apartment.

I was dizzy at the notion, the color draining from my face.  My stomach was
now flooded with nerves and I felt like I might actually throw
up.  "Please...don't do this, Sir..."  I managed to choke out the words,
unsure if they were even audible.

Ryan reached out to stop me as we reached the top of the stairs.  "Oh shut
the fuck up. Get a hold of yourself.  It's not like she doesn't already know
what you are.  Hell, she's half the reason you're where we are."

I nodded, croaking slightly, "Yes, Sir."

He took hold of the collar of my t-shirt and pulled me closer to him,
speaking lowly, "But let me make this very clear.  While you're here, her
word is law.  You obey her as you would obey me.  You're a slave through and
through, and it's time you understood that this world is much bigger than
just you and me and our family.  Got it, bitch?"

"Yes, Sir," I managed, still feeling like I might be sick.

Ryan rang the doorbell, and moments later, the door flung open.  I couldn't
bring myself to look up, as I felt myself flush immediately.

"Well, well," Kara purred from the doorway in a mocking tone.  "Master
McFrat and the bred slave here in the flesh.  Wasn't sure I'd see the day."

"Funny," Ryan retorted flatly, unimpressed with her tone.  "Are you doing
this or not?"

"You never were any fun," she sighed, stepping aside to let us in.  Ryan
grabbed my arm and pushed by her just as she whispered in his ear, "That's
why it would have never worked out."

He pushed me a few paces into the living room, and I collected myself
nervously while Kara closed the door.  I glanced over at her while she
adjusted the deadbolt.  For the first time, I was seeing her in a different
light.  Whereas before I'd only seen and dismissed her as Ali's bitchy
roommate, now I was intimidated, practically fearful of her.  Her long dark
hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, which rested along her tan
back, visible above the low cut of her slinky black tank top.  The curve of
her taught ass was visible through a tight-fitting skirt that clung to her
thighs above the knee.  Dangerous looking stiletto heels completed the look,
as if she had just come from some sort of strip club.  She seemed taller,
stronger, and even sexier than I remembered.  Without a doubt, more powerful
too.

"What the fuck is he still wearing clothes for?" Kara demanded, spinning
around suddenly.  "Slaves don't wear clothes in here.  Show some fucking
respect."

Ryan gave me a firm shove.  "You heard her, slave.  Strip."

I swallowed, feeling a bit faint again, letting the backpack slide off my
shoulders.  Slowly, I began to unzip the sweatshirt.

"What is this?  Did you cut his tongue out?" she asked.

"No," Ryan answered, giving the back of my head a rough shake.  "Just being
shy.  He knows his manners, don't you bitch?"

I glanced over at him, my hands trembling as I pulled my arms out of the
sleeves.  "Yes...yes, Sir."  My voice was barely above a whisper.

"Awwww, he's shy now, is he?" Kara asked in mocking as she stepped over to
me and grabbed my cheeks between the fingers of her right hand, massaging
my face for a quick second.  "Funny.  He wasn't so fucking shy when he made
himself at home last semester, eating my food, drinking my beer.  Were you,
boy?"  She gave my face a rough shake, and released her grasp.

"I...uhh..." I was so caught off guard, I didn't know what to say.

"Answer her," Ryan warned.

"It's yes, Mistress. No, Mistress," Kara interjected, firmly.

"Yes, I mean, no, Mistress," I stammered quietly.  "Sorry, Mistress."  I
looked down at my shoes.  It felt so strange to be calling anyone, let alone
Kara, Mistress.  Despite the depths of my training and my conditioning to
understand I was less than, I had yet to feel so blatantly inferior to a
woman, until now.

"Better.  Now, hurry the fuck up and lose the clothes," she snapped.  "As I
already said, slaves aren't allowed clothes in here."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, more readily than I expected, as I pulled the
tight t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor, bending over to start
at my jeans.

"He looks different..." Kara observed.

"He should," Ryan agreed.  "Strict diet, daily work outs..."

I kicked off my shoes, just as I pushed my jeans down to the floor.
Stepping out of them, I stayed crouched down to pull off the socks, delaying
the dreaded moment in which I would have to stand naked in front of Kara.

"The hair," she suggested.  "Think it's the hair.  Used to be a lot more
gay."

Ryan snickered, "I know.  He spent way too much time on it when he used to
be free.  Had to buzz it down."  He reached over and laced his fingers in my
hair while I was bent forward, giving it little tug.  "Let it grow out
some.  Enough to grab onto."

She chuckled with him, and then nudged my thigh with the tip of her shoe.
"Don't just drop your shit on the ground.  Fold it neatly and put it next to
the door.  You may be a pig, but this isn't your personal sty."

"Yes, Mistress," I murmured quickly, and scooped everything up into a pile
and shuffled to the door, keeping my back to them.  Squatting down, I folded
the jeans, t-shirt ,and sweatshirt as neatly and quickly as I could, piled
them by the door, and set the shoes and socks next to them.

"Good.  Now, let's see what we got," Kara said.

Ryan snapped.  "Over here, boy.  Display for your Mistress."

I swallowed nervously as I turned back to them, glancing up only briefly to
follow Ryan's finger to where I should stand.  Stepping over to the edge of
the living room, I squared myself in front of Kara, and hesitantly opened
myself up, spreading my legs apart and clasping my hands behind me head.  I
couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with either one of them, as I felt
my cheeks heating up.

Immediately, her sharp fingernails danced across my stomach, lightly
scraping along the cuts of muscle in my abdomen.  I felt my stomach clench
at the touch, inhaling a short, anxious breath.  Her soft fingers pressed a
bit harder into my skin as she slid her palm up my torso, cupping my left
pec in her palm and squeezing lightly.  Her other hand joined her
exploration of my right pec, and she kneaded the muscle lightly between her
fingers.

"Really is quite a piece of slave meat you got here," Kara remarked over her
shoulder to Ryan, who was watching with amusement from a few paces away,
arms crossed over his chest.

He smirked, nodding towards me.  "Better be careful.  Been quite a while
since he's been touched by a woman.  Might not take much for him to blow."

"Oh?" Kara purred, turning back to me with a devilish grin, tip-toeing her
fingers down my abdomen to my cock which was hardening almost on cue.  I
swallowed as she lightly ran her finger up and down my shaft.  She gave my
cock ring a small flick. "That true, boy?  This make you excited?"

It didn't take much to pop a full erection, especially when I had been kept
almost completely chaste for the past month. I shifted my weight
uncomfortably between my spread feet as she continued to tease my bobbing
dick.  Gritting my teeth slightly in a mix of embarrassment and anger, I
said nothing.

Suddenly, she grabbed my balls and twisted viciously, pulling them down and
away from my body at the same time.  "Slave?  You were asked a question."

"Aghn!" I gasped, nearly doubling over in pain.  My hands left my head on
instinct, and rushed to protect my crotch, but stopped short of actually
touching her.

Ryan wasted no time in rushing in to assist.  His fingers laced in my hair,
and he yanked my head back, pulling me up to my feet, my arms flailing a bit
for balance.

"I thought you said he was trained?" Kara hissed, giving my balls another
vicious twist before releasing them in disgust.

"He is," Ryan retorted.  "It's only been a month.  Looked like you were
about to rip his balls off!"

My mouth dropped a bit in surprise.  Was Ryan actually defending me?

"Stop fucking around and display!"  He released his grip on my hair with a
shake.  "And this time, don't fucking move."

"I want him in chains.  Now," Kara demanded.  "Not fucking around with this
shit until he proves he can be trusted."

"Fine," Ryan agreed.  "Where are they?"

"Coat closet.  Black box on the floor," she directed, turning back to me,
the playful tease gone from her expression.  "Bring me the cock leash too."

I waited uncomfortably while Ryan gathered the items from the closet and
dumped them with a loud metallic clang at my feet.  He fished though the
small pile for the wrist shackles, glancing to Kara.

"Behind him," she ordered, squatting down to pick up a small leather device
and a long metal chain leash.

Ryan stepped behind me and coaxed my arms down from behind my head to the
small of my back, where he encircled each of my wrists with cool, weighty
shackles.  I felt a length of chain graze against my bare ass.

In the meantime, Kara wasted no time in popping my balls through my metal
cock ring and tossing it on the kitchen counter that was positioned just
across from the living room.  "It seems to me," she rattled on with
agitation as she expertly wrapped a strip of leather around the base of my
balls and cinched it tightly with a snap, holding it firmly in place, "That
you have a lot to learn about respect."  She emphasized the word as she
snapped a long thin leash to a ring that was protruding from the strap
around my balls, and gave it a firm yank to test.  I winced.

Ryan gave me a firm shove between my shoulder blades.  "It starts with your
manners, boy."

I nodded, knowingly, biting my tongue slightly as I caught my balance.
"Yes, Sir.  Yes, Mistress."

"Better," Kara acknowledged, with another firm tug to the leash, yanking at
my balls painfully.  "On your knees.  Down where you belong."

"Yes, Mistress," I muttered, my voice feeling smaller by the second as I
struggled to bend my knees without falling, my balance thrown off with my
hands behind my back.  To make matters worse, Kara kept a firm tug on my
balls as if to guide me down.  Finally, I landed hard on my knees, my ball
sack pulled upwards by the taught leash.

"Don't you have class, or something?" Kara asked suddenly, addressing Ryan.
"I think things are under control here.  Right, boy?"  She asked,
emphasizing the word with a yank to my balls.

"Ye..yes, Mistress," I whispered in pain.

"Just do me a favor and keep him all in one piece, k?"  Ryan
asked, half-seriously as he started toward the door.

"I'll see what I can do," she sighed in mocking.  "Just get out of here.
See you in a bit."

"Later," Ryan muttered without looking back as he slipped out the front door
of the apartment.

Kara glanced over her shoulder to watch him go, and then turned back to look
down at me.  "Well, the tables have certainly turned around here, haven't
they?  A few months ago, you thought you were just the shit.  Freshman stud
lands the hot older chick before classes even start, well on your way to
ruling to this campus, and now look at yourself."  She chuckled in evil
bemusement.  "Just think, all those times you got off fantasizing about
sticking that...thing in my girl, she was right here on her knees lapping at
my pussy, probably with a vibrator lodged up her ass."

My face flushed a deeper shade of crimson, and I swallowed, trying to ignore
the visual as she tapped my flaccid dick with the toe of her stiletto to
emphasize her amusement at the notion of me fucking Ali, and then planted
her right foot squarely between my spread knees.

"Kiss my shoe, slave," she demanded suddenly, her voice icy cold.

I looked up at her in surprise at the sudden command.

She gave my leashed balls a bit of a tug, and repeated herself, "I said,
kiss my shoe.  Now."

Glancing down at the shoe, I swallowed a mixture of anger and nerves, and
muttered quietly, "Yes, Mistress."  Realizing I had no choice but to obey,
my balls firmly in her control, I constricted the muscles in my abdomen for
balance as I clenched my fists behind me and leaned forward slowly, wincing
as my lips connected with the soft leather at the tip of her shoe.

Snickering slightly, she shuffled her foot slightly, nudging my face away
with the toe of her shoe, and then leaned forward to lace her fingers in my
hair, pulling me back up to a full kneel.

"Good slave.  Lucky for you, I have no interest in having some boy slobber
all over my $400 shoes, but it's important that you understand your place
from now on when you're in this apartment," she explained, releasing her
grip on my hair, and tracing her finger along my jawline in a teasing
manner.  "And, what is your place?"

I glanced up at her, hesitating slightly, "At your feet, Mistress?"

"Close enough."  She shrugged, and continued, "Second thing you need to
understand is that your time here isn't going to be some sort of vacation
for you.  Ryan isn't paying me jack shit for this, so you better believe
that it's going to be your job to make this worth my while."

I felt my stomach tighten a bit at the ominous warning.  Without another
word, she let the leash drop and pulled her tank top casually over her head
to reveal a lacy black corset-style bra that accentuated her breasts in a
way I'd never noticed before.  I glanced up and caught her eye as she gave
me a knowing smirk.  Seductively, she unfastened her skirt and let the black
silky fabric fall to the floor in a puddle around her heels.  She wasn't
wearing anything underneath.

"Well?" she asked, almost in a whisper as she gingerly lifted the skirt with
the tip of her shoe, and tossed it aside, her fingers sliding lightly down
the curves of her bare hips toward her smoothly shaved pussy.  "Got anything
to say?"

I looked up, almost in disbelief taking the sight of her nearly naked body
in.  She had always been such a bitch to me and I'd never really taken the
time to notice how hot she actually was or think about what she looked like
underneath.  And now I knew, and fumbled to put it into words.  Was it a
trick question?  "I...uhh..."

"Don't be shy," she purred, almost warmly.  "I want to know what you think?"

"Uh, ver..very nice," I swallowed, "Mistress."

"You like what you see?"

I nodded.  "Yes. Yes, Mistress."

She slid her fingers closer to her cunt lips, then gliding them lightly up
and down, exhaling deeply.  "Yeah?  Bet you'd love to be inside me right
now, wouldn't you?  Fuck me hard?"

I felt my face flush a bit, and couldn't help but wet my lips, giving her a
sheepish nod.  "Yeh...yes, Mistress."  It was true.  I could feel my
deprived dick rising to attention at the prospect.

Sliding her tongue over slightly parted lips, she smiled and leaned forward
slightly.  She lifted her right finger from her crotch and ran it lightly
over my lips and under my nose.  "Yeah?" she asked, seductively.

SLAP!

Her open palm suddenly collided with the side of my face jolting me back
from the momentary fantasy with a vicious sting.

"Too bad you're just a piece of shit slave who doesn't understand
his place," she barked, her tone changing dramatically.  "Slaves don't get
to fuck.  They get to be used, and even then, you have to earn that kind of
honor, boy."

I looked back to my knees, my cheek red and stinging.  Of course I did.
"Yes, Mistress..."

"Crawl!"  She suddenly ordered, snapping and pointing towards the living
room couch.

Reluctantly, I placed one knee in front of the other and began to shuffle
towards the living room, keeping my head down in shame.  It was a difficult
task without the use of my hands, and I nearly fell forward several times.
At one point on the short journey, I felt her lean down behind me as I
crawled over the leash that was still lashed to my balls.

"Stop!  Right there," she demanded.  "Turn towards the couch.  Okay, good.
Back up a few feet."

I obeyed the directions until I was about three feet from the couch.  She
moved behind me, and I felt the leash tighten against my junk, pulling it
backwards between my legs.  It would tighten, then loosen, and then tighten
again until suddenly I felt my balls hang normally again between my spread
thighs.

Walking slowly in front of me, still naked except for her shoes and bra, she
slowly set herself down on the edge of the couch, and spread her legs wide,
teasing her puckering cunt with her fingertips.  "Time to put that whiny
mouth of yours to good use," she stated matter-of-factly.

My mouth dropped slightly, and I blinked, glancing up at her.

"Well?  What are you waiting for slut?  Come get it."

Taking a nervous breath, I hesitated for a moment, and then put my head down
and began shuffling towards her splayed legs one knee at a time.  It hit me
all at once.  This is what Ryan had in mind for me?  He wanted me to spend
my down time eating out one of the people I despised most?

"I don't have all day!"  she snapped.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my groin as the loop around my balls
went tight and my advance stopped short.  "Gah!"

Kara smirked.  "Come on, boy.  Almost there."

Wincing as the leash tightened around my balls, I took another knee forward
feeling them stretch tighter behind my legs, going taught against the base
of my ass cheeks.  I tried to stifle my discomfort with deep breaths as I
took another knee forward, nearly losing my balance without the use of my
arms.

"Pathetic," she barked, grabbing my head suddenly.  With one set of fingers
laced into my hair, she yanked my neck forward toward her waiting crotch.
"Closer!   Get that tongue out."

I barely had time to swallow before my neck was painfully extended in the
direction of her pussy, my advance toward her halted sharply by the tether
to my balls.  Reluctantly, I stuck my tongue out as far as I could, reaching
towards the smooth lips of her cunt.  I grunted slightly, as I nearly fell
forward into it as I stretched, balanced by her grip on my head.

"That's it," she coaxed, pulling my head and outstretched tongue forward
until it just grazed her soft moist skin.  "If my slave did her job, you
should be a pro at this."

My cheeks burned again at the thought of all of the times Ali had me go down
on her.  She would give me notes and guidance.  Thinking back, it had felt
almost more instructional than romantic at times.  Little did I know I was
being trained for a future of service.

SLAP!

Her hand connected hard with my cheek, snapping my mind back to the task at
hand.

"Lick, slave!"

I winced at the slap, and strained to get my tongue to touch her.  "Aghn!" I
groaned as I instinctively leaned forward, forgetting about my leashed balls
that were holding me back.  Her crotch was just out of reach.

SLAP!  SLAP!

"Pathetic bitch.  I don't give a shit about your balls.  This isn't about
you, it's about me!"

It didn't take long to realize that the virtually impossible task was
completely intentional, as I winced and panted and strained to lap at her
crotch which was placed just beyond my reach.  A light sheen of sweat had
broken out over my forehead and a bit of saliva began to run down my chin as
I flicked my tongue desperately toward her pussy.

"Enough!"  she exclaimed in exaggerated exasperation as she lifted her
stiletto up, planted it firmly against my chest and used the force of her
leg to shove me away.

The kick knocked me to my side, unbalanced as I was with my hands chained
behind me and the leash at my balls.  I curled slightly into a fetal mix of
shame and helplessness on the floor.

She pushed up from the couch, and slowly began to circle in front of me.  I
watched the sharp heels of her shoes press dangerously into the plush carpet
under my body as she neared my face.  Reaching down, her fingers once again
curled in my hair, and she yanked my head back so that I could see her
face.  She smirked for a long moment, and then unexpectedly spit.  I winced
as a soft wad of saliva pooled at the side of my nose and ran down my cheek.

"Your Master has a lot of work to do," she hissed, releasing her grasp on my
hair and letting my head fall back to the carpet.

Suddenly, there was a loud click at the front door of the apartment, and we
both turned our attention in the direction of the door just as it creaked
slowly open.  My heart stopped beating for a moment, only to race as Ali
slipped through the door and closed it securely behind her.  Kara rose to
face her, just as Ali turned to take in the scene.  Her face paled as her
eyes settled on my naked form lying in her living room.

"Don't be shy, girl," Kara said flatly, breaking the awkward tension.  "We
have a guest."  She snapped and pointed to the ground a few paces away from
me.

"Yes, Mistress," Ali said, snapping to attention.  Mechanically, she
disrobed completely in no time flat, pulling her long hair back into a
simple ponytail with a band that she kept around her wrist.  Silently
opening the door of the coat closet, she reached inside and withdrew a black
strip of leather and expertly fastened it around her own neck before
stepping lightly to the spot where Kara had pointed, and sank beautifully to
her knees.  She was just as I had seen her last, the night of my birthday,
the night everything changed.

"And you," Kara snapped, turning her attention back to me and prodding my
side with her foot.  "Stop being a lazy fuck, and get yourself up on your
knees."

I swallowed nervously, glancing up at her, and then to Ali who was once
again watching me almost blankly.  Struggling a bit, I pulled my knees up
towards my chest, and used my abs to life my weight up, wincing once or
twice as my tethered balls pulled painfully tight in the process.

"Cat got your tongue, boy?"  she demanded.

My cheeks immediately flushed as I glanced again to Ali before speaking.
"No, sorry Mistress."

"Good, slave."  Kara nodded, giving my head a rough pet as if to emphasize
her control over me in front of Ali.  "Now, you remember my slave Ali, of
course?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered shamefully, turning my eyes away from both of
them.

"And you, girl, I want you to meet my friend Ryan's slave, Drew," Kara
explained.  I could tell Ali was surprised as I was by the way Kara
introduced me as if we were strangers. "He may look familiar, but the man
that you thought you knew is gone.  Now, in his place, we have this pathetic
excuse for slave meat.  Isn't that right, boy?"

I flushed, glancing to Ali and then back to the floor.  "Yes...yes,
Mistress."

"He's here because his Master can't yet trust him to be left alone without
supervision," Kara explained.  "So, he'll be spending a few afternoons with
us for as long as his Master deems necessary."

Ali turned to me slightly and nodded her head.  "Yes, Mistress."

"You have excellent timing, girl," Kara continued.  "We were just getting to
know each other better."  She looked back down at me.  "So, let's see what
we really have here.  We already know that he can't eat pussy to save his
life.  Right, boy?"

"Yes, Mistress,"  I muttered, looking down at my knees.

Kara reached down and grabbed my chin, lifting my head.  "Keep your line of
vision straight and proud.  Nothing you need to hide here," she warned.
"Ever fucked a pussy, boy?"

My cheeks burned crimson as I swallowed hard, trying to keep my eyes from
darting around the room.  "No, Mistress," I managed, quietly.

"Bet you sucked cock, though?  You a cocksucker, slave?"

"Ye...yes, Mistress," I whispered hoarsely, wanting to die of shame.

"Tell us, boy.  Tell your new slave sister what you are," Kara coaxed,
almost sweetly.

"I...I'm a cocksucker," I somehow managed, a huge lump forming in my throat
and acid swirling in my stomach.

"Of course you are," Kara agreed, patting me lighting on my cheek.  "A
cocksucker knows jack about eating out a pussy.  But you'll learn."

She walked behind me, and suddenly I felt the heel and toe of her shoe press
against my back between my shoulder blades, and a forceful kick pushed me
forward until I landed hard on my chest, turning my head so that my cheek
pressed into the carpet to help with the balance.

"Display that ass for me, boy," she commanded.

Reluctantly, I reached for my ass cheeks, the chain my between my wrists
allowing me just enough slack to take hold of each cheek and pull them apart
enough to display my puckering hole in the most humiliating of ways.

"Nice.  Tight," she observed, running her soft hand around my ass, just
teasing the hole with her sharp fingernail.  "Had a cock up this ass, boy?"

Swallowing hard, I nodded against the carpet, almost croaking, "Yes,
Mistress."

"Bet your Master loves the feeling of this tight ass around his cock.  Am I
right, slave?"

"I...I don't know, Mistress."

Kara chuckled.  "I don't know.  What do you think, girl?  Think this boy is
slave material?"

"Yes, Mistress," Ali agreed without hesitation.

"We'll see," Kara said darkly.  "Two gags, a spreader bar, and a nice thick
leather collar for the boy.  Fetch quickly, girl, and meet us in the slave
quarters."

"Yes, Mistress," Ali acknowledged, springing into action.

In the meantime, Kara walked behind me and untied my leashed balls from
where she had secured them.  Giving my balls a slight yank, she spoke, "On
your feet boy."

It was a relief to have the tension released from my balls, although they
remained leashed.  I was breathing hard by the time I managed to pull myself
back up to my knees, and then push up to my feet, still without the use of
my hands.  Kara could have helped to guide me up, as Ryan had done many
times in the past, but I could tell she enjoyed watching me struggle to do
the simplest of tasks.  When I was standing, she passed the leash back
between my legs, and with a slight tug, led me trailing after her down the
hallway of the apartment and into what had once been Ali's bedroom.

She pulled me all the way inside the room, and when she stopped, she
unceremoniously unclasped the leash from the strap around my balls, and
snapped, pointing to one end of a long yoga mat that was unrolled on the
hard wooden floor.  "Kneel at that end."

"Yes, Mistress," I said quietly, dropping to my knees at one end of the yoga
mat.

Moments later, Ali entered carrying the requested items.

"Collar him, and gag him," Kara commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," she said, setting the items on the bed.

Ali circled a thick strap of leather around my neck, and buckled it behind
my head.  It was much sturdier than the one she wore, and I felt it tight
against my adam's apple.  I could just see the thick metal ring that hung at
my throat, much like hers.

"Open," Kara ordered, and I opened my mouth just enough for Ali to push a
thick phallic shaped piece of black rubber into my mouth.  She pulled the
straps tight about buckled the gag behind my head, as I exhaled deeply
through my nose.  "Now, gag yourself, and kneel facing him," Kara continued,
watching us both.

"Yes, Mistress," Ali agreed, and sank to her knees at the other end of the
yoga mat, sweetly wrapping her supple lips around a similarly shaped gag,
and strapping it behind her head.  She fumbled with the buckle for several
moments until Kara took over, and pulled the gag tight before locking the
strap in place with a small silver padlock.

Kara went to the bed and picked up the spreader bar she had requested,
extending it to its full length of about four feet.  She squatted down
between us, and beginning with Kara, used a small padlock to lock one end of
the bar to the ring in her collar.  Next, she locked the other end of the
bar to my collar.  Although Ali's hands were left unbound, we were left just
out of arm's reach of each other.

"To be human," Kara explained, rising back to her feet, and stepping slowly
around us to inspect her cruel handiwork, "is to crave the touch of another,
to give into the temptation of lust, and to surrender to your primal
sexuality.  But, to be a slave, you must learn that the ability to fulfill
those desires no longer belong to you.  A slave bows to the will of his or
her owner, and the discipline of managing this frustration with dignity and
respect is what truly makes the ultimate slave."

Ali and I looked at each other as she spoke.  I felt a warm sensation fill
my loins as I soaked in the sight of her naked, splayed form that was so
close, yet so far.

"I'm aware that you have much to catch up on, so I'll leave you to it," Kara
taunted, knowing full well that only thing we were able to do was stare
awkwardly at each other.  "Bye slaves," she said flatly, exiting the room
and slamming the door shut behind her.

We both glanced toward the door as the sound of the lock clicked from the
outside, and then awkwardly back to each other.  Almost immediately, Ali
began to shift on her knees making herself a bit more comfortable.  I did
the same, but there was little I could do.

Each movement she made tugged slightly at the dangling spreader bar locked
between our necks, and we realized quickly that we had to take the other
into consideration when making any future movements.

After we were adjusted, she attempted to give me a reassuring smile with her
eyes, but I could easily detect a bit of sadness, maybe even guilt behind
the smile.  She turned her gaze away for a long moment, and then looked back
to me.

Having the use of her hands, she used her right hand to point casually at
me, and then connected her finger to her thumb in the form of the OK
gesture.  She shrugged her shoulders to indicate that it was a question.

I shrugged and nodded slightly in response.  I was okay.  And then it hit
me: I really was okay.  The last time I'd been in this room, my world was on
fire.  I was lost and confused.  More than that, I was hurt and terrified
and had never felt so alone.  I had felt so betrayed by everyone that I ever
trusted, my family, the Greys, and my girlfriend who I had fallen in love
with.  My life had been swept out from under me and I'd been given the most
unimaginable of choices, sacrifice everything and everyone in my life, or
sacrifice my freedom.

All the while I wrestled with the decision, my loins had burned with a lust
I had never felt before.  I recalled being so horny as I surfed through the
endless bdsm materials that Kara had given me access to.  It was an
enlightenment like you only see in movies, where suddenly everything made
perfect sense.  Sure, it was nontraditional, twisted in ways, and not
without innumerable challenges and hardships, but at the time it felt
right.  It felt natural.  It was who I was, and I needed to surrender to it.

Ali nodded, and gave me a shy thumbs-up, before resting her hands back on
her spread thighs.  It occurred to me at that moment that she could have
covered herself up, protected her modesty, but made no attempt.  I didn't
have that option.

We continued to kneel awkwardly facing each other, eyeing each other up from
time to time.  My mind ran the gambit of scenarios, wondering what it was
like for her as Kara's slave, how it compared to my experience with Ryan.  I
had learned in a short time that Kara was a strong, demanding bitch, and
that she definitely knew what she was doing when it came to domination.

When the initial awkwardness had passed, I let myself realize that it was
actually good to see Ali.  Part of me had wondered if I'd ever see her again
after my initial enslavement.  At the time, I'd hated her for what she
helped put me through, but now as a slave myself, I understood.  There was,
however, one question I just couldn't shake from my mind.  Were any of her
feelings for me genuine?

After what felt like a good half hour, she grew coy and began to dance her
fingertips along the length of her taught thighs, clawing at them slightly,
and then tip-toeing them toward her crotch.

She was teasing me, but I could sense it wasn't malicious.  She was having
fun.  I had seen her naked many times, but there was something about the way
she was now.  Kneeling, spread, the collar, her mouth stuffed with the gag,
that made her figure exponentially more attractive.

I felt a stir in my cock, and felt the blood rush into my sexually deprived
shaft.  My cheeks flushed, but my erection only grew stronger as her eyes
moved to my crotch.  I could tell that she giggled slightly through the gag,
almost as if she was relieved.  I was enjoying myself in some twisted way,
and there was nothing I could do but watch.

She closed her eyes lightly, and rubbed her fingers lightly up and down the
length of her cunt, as her breathing increased in volume through her nose.
I could tell she was growing moist as she continued to stroke herself, just
always painfully shy of inserting her fingers.  I'm sure Kara wouldn't want
her to.  I wondered if she was even allowed to touch herself as she was,
just as I was forbidden to touch my cock or balls without permission.

I shifted again on my knees after what felt like an eternity, clenching my
fists behind me in frustration, the movement between our collars jolting her
eyes open, but she didn't stop teasing herself, teasing me.  The strap
around my balls kept my erection rock hard, and soon I could feel the hint
of precum pooling at the tip.  The show had gone from entertaining to
torture.

Suddenly, she tensed up, hearing something out in the hallway.  Loud steps.
She put her index finger to her mouth, and then returned her hands behind
her back just as the loud click of the lock turned on the door, and it swung
open.  I saw Ali glance to the door, and then lower her eyes submissively.
As I couldn't turn my head, I followed suit and lowered my eyes as the
clicking of Kara's stiletto heels approached and stopped behind me.

In a surprise, Kara wasn't alone, and a male voice broke the silence, "Well,
well.  I'll give you points for creativity."

Ryan brushed past me, turning to squat down behind Ali.  I noticed he was
shirtless and barefoot, wearing nothing but his boxers as he reached around
from behind Ali and began to unlock the spreader bar at her collar.  I felt
Kara's hands at my collar as she was doing the same.

"Maybe we should leave them like this," Kara suggested.  She reached around
and grabbed my still erect cock, and gave it a milking squeeze, pooling more
of the precum at the tip, allowing it to trickle down to the yoga mat in a
stringy web.  "Look.  The boy seems to like it."

Ryan snickered, "I'll keep that in mind."  When the bar was detached at both
ends, he tossed it aside with a clang, taking hold of Ali's ponytail and
pulling her back slightly on her knees.  He reached around and brusquely
inserted his fingers in her cunt.  "What do you know?  The slut likes it
too.  She's practically dripping here."

I narrowed my eyes without thinking as I watched Ryan manhandle Ali with
such disrespect.  She moaned slightly through her gag.  Unfortunately, he
caught my eye, pulling his fingers out and pushing Ali to her side.

"Gotta a problem, boy?" he barked.

Kara moved instantly from my shaft to my balls, gripping them like a vice,
and twisting viciously.

"Mmmmph!"  I cried into my gag, wincing and shaking my head no.

"Awww. He wants to protect his little girlfriend?" Kara teased in mocking,
twisting my balls in the other direction.  "Can't even protect himself!"

"Still got a lot to learn about being a slave," Ryan agreed, reaching down
and pulling Ali back up her knees with ease.  He went back to unlocking her
gag.  "Let's get these out of their mouths.  No good to us this way."

Kara agreed and mercifully released my balls to follow suit.  The gag was
pulled out of my mouth with a long trail of saliva, and I winced in pain as
I stretched my aching jaw.  "Time to have some fun."

Ryan nodded, releasing Ali again and stepping in front of where I knelt.
Without a word, he simply dropped his boxers to his ankles and kicked them
aside.  "Get me hard, boy.  Show your little slut friend how you do it."

I flushed in humiliation as his sizable dick and balls swung in front of my
face, but managed a meager, "Yes, Sir."  He adjusted himself slightly, and
then grabbed my collar with one hand and the back of my head with the other,
guiding my mouth to his dick.  Having no choice, I licked and slurped at his
dick as it stiffened, which took no time at all.  The way he was dressed, I
could only assume that he had already gotten things warmed up with Kara.

While I gagged on Ryan's cock, I heard Kara grab Ali and demand something
about getting her wet.  I couldn't see anything beyond Ryan's pubes, but my
own cock remained rock hard from the notion of Ali's face in Kara's crotch,
not to mention the odd satisfaction I felt as Ryan's breaths began to
indicate pleasure from the work my tongue was doing on his dick.

After a few minutes, he pulled out abruptly, and shoved me hard on my back.
I was stunned a bit, wincing as I landed on my pinioned arms beneath me.
Squatting down, Ryan grabbed my legs and helped pull them out from under me
until they were outstretched and I was as flat as I could be.

"Do you have them?" he asked, suddenly.

"Yeah," Kara responded.  "Girl, bag those cocks up.  The slave first."

"Yes, Mistress," Ali offered, a bit breathlessly.

I looked around, a bit alarmed at the order, uncertain as what to expect
next.  Moments later, Ali was crouched down in front of me.  Almost
mechanically, without any noticeable affection, she gave my throbbing
erection a few quick strokes. Then in a fluid motion, pulled a condom from
its wrapper, and slid it over my cock, unrolling it all the way down to the
base.

"Now, me," Ryan demanded.

"Yes, Sir," Ali said.  I watched as she shuffled on her knees to where he
was standing, and in the same expert fashion, the condom was sheathed over
his erection.

"Good.  On the mattress.  I want you from behind," he said, almost coldly.

"Yes, Sir," Ali agreed, as if it was the most mundane of requests.

My eyes popped open in alarm as I watched her rise to her feet, and press
herself chest firmly against the top of her bed, lifting her ass
and spreading her legs behind her.

"Good slut," Ryan coaxed, as he slid up behind to mount her.  "Now, don't be
shy," he continued, almost in a whisper as he gently ran his hand over her
back and ass.  "I want my slave to know what a slut you are."

My face burned in anger as I realized that Ryan was purposely going to fuck
Ali in front of me, as if my humiliation could get any worse.

"Don't worry, boy," Kara suddenly interrupted my thought process, stepping
over me, kicking my legs further apart from where I lay.  "The girl isn't
the only slave getting fucked today.  You told me earlier that you were
ready to fuck me, so we're giving you a chance to prove it."

And with that, she sank sensually between my legs, and began to run her
hands softly over my chest and stomach, teasing my sensitive thighs in
between.  My eyes widened with the further realization that I was about to
be fucked.

"You're a pathetic slave," she continued in a soft whisper, "but you're a
hot piece of meat."  Leaning forward over top of me, she let her breasts
press into my chest, and her hair brushed against my shoulder as she
whispered in my ear, "And, I'm going to ride you like a fucking bull."

I gasped as she suddenly pushed herself back up, grabbed my throbbing cock,
and inserted it into her hot, wet pussy.  She began to writhe slightly,
pushing herself up, and then back down.  The room was suddenly a chorus of
grunts and breathless moans.

"Fuck!" Ryan broke the silence as he drove into Ali. "Yes, bitch.  Take it!"

"Yes, Sir!  Fuck me!  Ah...ah...yes," Ali responded between gasps.

SLAP!

Kara whacked me across the face as she continued to fuck herself on my
cock.  "Pay attention, bitch.  You have a job to do," she warned as she
exhaled a long breathy moan.

Suddenly, I felt my body tense and my balls tighten.  I exhaled a deep
grunt, and winced my eyes shut.  I knew I couldn't last much longer.
Despite everything, I couldn't deny the innate pleasure of my cock sliding
around in Kara's cunt.

"Don't you fucking cum!" Kara demanded, slapping me again.

"I...I can't, Mistress...I...fuck!   I'm trying," I stammered, out of breath
as I tried to hold back the impending orgasm.

Ali squealed in pleasure from across the room.  "Yes, yes!  Please, fuck me
harder!  Please, Sir!"

"Ah...ahh...fuck!" I cried out, as I lost complete control of my body.  My
cock exploded inside Kara sending shock waves of pleasure through every
nerve.  I winced my eyes shut, trying to savor what milliseconds of pleasure
I'd been given.

"Fuckin A!" Kara screamed, but didn't stop riding me.  In fact, she grew
malicious as she held tight while my climax subsided and my cock grew
extremely sensitive.  "Come on...come on bitch.  Stay hard!"

I winced as the pleasure quickly turned to discomfort, writhing around
beneath her.  Fortunately, for me, my cock began to deflate, and it reached
a point where she lifted herself off of it, slapping me once more.

SLAP!

"Fucking pathetic!" she sneered. "Your master is right.  Only thing you're
good for is taking cock, not giving it!"

"I...I'm sorry, Mistress," I offered in utter humiliation.  Maybe it was
true.  My first time fucking pussy, and I couldn't last 5 minutes.

"Hear that, girl?" Ryan asked between breaths as he continued to fuck Ali
from behind. "Bet you're glad you have a real man's cock inside you, right
now?"

"Yes, Sir!" she moaned in agreement.

"Only...problem...is," Ryan continued, his breaths suddenly growing faster
and I could sense what was coming.  "FUCK, yes!"  He cried suddenly, and I
knew he exploded into her.  She continued to grunt and moan in pleasure as
he held tight to her for several moments before abruptly pulling out.  "Only
problem is," he repeated, catching his breath, "Can't let you have the
pleasure your Mistress was denied.  You can thank my slave for that too."

All three of them turned to look at me where I lay on the floor, a pathetic
sight, my cock half-deflated with a baggy condom hanging off.  Worst of all,
I could feel Ali's detest.  Could she actually blame me for being denied an
orgasm?  The whole scenario was so unfair, not that that surprised me.

"Here, boy," Ryan offered, sliding his cum filled condom off his dick.  He
bent down near my face, and shoved it between my lips.  "Suck it clean.
Nothing better than the taste of slave cunt and your master's cum, is
there?"

I glared up at him as I swished the latex around in my mouth, sucking the
disgusting mix of fluids around with my saliva, and swallowing the best I
could without swallowing the condom itself.

"Here, suck his," Kara ordered, pulling my cummy condom off my dick and
shoving it in Ali's mouth.  "When it's clean, get rid of it.  Then get
yourself cleaned up.  Want that stench off of you.  And, as for you..."

Ryan took the cue and reached down to grab my arms, helping to push me up to
my knees and then my feet.  "Come on, boy.  Time to go."

He took hold of the leather collar around my neck, and pulled me out of the
room and back down the hallway to the living room.  I continued to suck on
the condom while he fumbled with the key to my shackles until my wrists were
free.  Then, he removed Kara's collar, and walked in front to replace the
leather strap around my balls with the cock ring Kara had left on the
counter.

"Really fucked things up today," Ryan said quietly, shaking his head
slightly.  He snapped and pointed to the kitchen trashcan.  "Spit."

Gratefully, I spit out the disgusting latex, and turned back to him shyly.
He was putting Kara's items away back in the coat closet.

"Get dressed," he ordered.

I found my pile of clothes where I left them, and slowly clothed myself.  He
did the same just as Kara sauntered back down the hallway.

"Well, thanks for nothing," she offered coldly, crossing her arms.  "Seems
to me that you both have a lot of work to do."

"Screw you bitch," Ryan retorted, rolling his eyes.  "We're outta here."

"Bye," she sang in mocking, faking a wave that morphed quickly into a middle
finger.

Ryan opened the door and shoved me out in front of him before slamming it
behind us.  "We'll talk about this when we get home."

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