Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 20:41:20 -0700 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Cigar Boy Chapter 12 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Cigar Boy, Chapter 12 You ever wake up and feel like you just had a really bad dream but you can't remember what it was exactly? That's the way I felt as I started waking up. I tried opening my eyes but they just would not open. I tried to stretch but I couldn't move. And when I tried to open my mouth I realized that I was gagged. It was like nothing I could ever remember. The feeling of being so helpless and so scared, but at the same time being excited was something I had never felt before. Or at least I have never felt it like this. I was to be collared today. That was the one thought that kept echoing through my mind. I was going to be Mike's boy. I was going to belong to Mike. Was I nuts? I'm not even out of high school yet. I have my whole life ahead of me. Oh my god. What have I done? Yet as loud as this voice was in my head, there was another voice. I will belong to Mike. I will be one of his boys. I will have a family to protect me and most of all I will have Mike to make me feel alive like no one else has ever done. These voices could have argued all day in my head if I had not felt a hand on my exposed stomach. Thanks to Mike, I had no hair anymore on my body. Mike had it all removed just a few weeks ago and it was not growing back. The hand on my skin was gentle but rough. It stroked my stomach and felt its way up to my chest. The hand stopped at my nipples and started playing with them and twisting them hard. I moaned and screamed but the hand never stopped or showed any signs of caring that I was in pain. Then I felt another hand grab my other nipple and now my back was arched up off the table. Mike never played with my nipples like this. At most I think all Mike ever did was brush them lightly. But this was something totally new. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. This was pain in a way Mike had never given me. Or if he had, it didn't feel like this. I think I could do anything if Mike asked, but this wasn't Mike. I knew this even though I could not prove it. I knew by the way his hands felt that this wasn't Mike. Even without hearing a voice, I knew. That's when I started to notice the smell. This man even smelt different than Mike. Mike always had that cigar smell. Even when he was not smoking he had that smell of a cigar being smoked. Mike also smelled like a man. He had a musk that filled my head every time I breathed it in. I swear his smell turned me on as much as the feeling of safety and comfort I felt when I was in his presence. This man did not have that smell. This man smelt like cologne that had been put on 3 days ago and was almost worn off. He had a cigar smell, but it wasn't as strong as Mike's smell. It was more like someone that had been in the room when a cigar was smoked. Again I found my mind wondering off and looking into those dark places that I never think about. The pain was still there, but my moaning and screaming had stopped and I had begun to accept the pinching and pulling reacting more to the pressure than to the pain. That's when I felt something being applied to my nipples. It was metal and cold. And it bit into my nipples with a renewed sharp pain. Again I heard my screams before I realized I was screaming. It was like my mind was not in my body any longer. I heard the slap before I even felt the man's hand impact my stomach. The sting was sharp but disappeared quickly. That was followed by and even louder slap and then another delayed sharp pain. I know it doesn't make sense, or at least it didn't to me, but I felt like my body was no longer mine, or attached to my head. I felt like my brain was somewhere else and was watching what was going on. This feeling was so strange, but I was glad because I could only imagine what the pain would be like if I was really feeling it all. The metal on my nipples grew colder and the pain shaper. Then the burning started. It was a sharp burning pain, like being stabbed. I knew that feeling. Oh God my nipples were pierced! I already have a prince albert in my cock and a pair of rings in my balls. Now I have something in my nipples too. I guess I don't have to worry about what my dad will think. I'm not even a sophomore in high school yet and I already have five piercings, none by choice. I have no hair below my neck anymore and my long hair has been turned into a military high and tight. If you were to put a picture of me from a month ago next to one from today I doubt you would think they were the same person. I can feel the metal rings being moved into my nipples now. The burning was bearable but it hurt and the person doing it was not trying to be gentle I don't think. I found it odd that I had not heard any voices yet. So far everything had been done in silence. Or at least I thought everything had been done in silence but that's when the man pulled some kind of ear muffs off me and I heard the room for the first time. There were a lot of voices. Some were excited, and others muffled. I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex too. Sucking and slurping noises were coming from several directions and it sounded like some poor boy was being fucked mercilessly but that sound was coming from farther away. I wondered if it was even in the same room. Where I had once thought that I was alone in the room with this man that was abusing me, now I realized that I was in the middle of some big party and that I was probably the center of attention. The smell of cigars was getting more prevalent now as well. I guess I was so fixated on the man that was touching me, he was all I was aware of. I noticed that I get like this sometimes with Mike too. There are times when Mike can be in the center of a room full of people and yet Mike is the only person I remember. "How do your nipples feel boy?" I heard Bill say. I hoped he didn't expect an answer considering I still had a gag in my mouth. "Do you like them boy?" Bill asked and then laughed. "Hey guys, look at Mike's soon to be boy over here. I pierced his nipples and his cock got hard." I was hard? I didn't even realize it. I heard some cheering and stuff coming from the men in the room. But as I strained to listen the one voice I did not here was Mike's. "Next this boy needs his registration number." Bill said out loud like an announcement. This had me worried and confused. What did he mean a registration number? What was I being registered for? I could only guess but somehow I doubt anything I thought of could be the truth. "You listening to me boy?" I heard Bill whisper into my ear. "I am about to undo your hands and neck and sit you up. Then I am going to reposition you so you can get your number. Do not squirm or move when the man is putting your number on you. If he screws it up, there is no fixing it. So be very still boy. Nod if you understand." I didn't move. I was so scared at that point that I'm not even sure I realized that bill had stopped talking. But Bill was sure he was going to get a response from me. Bill leveled his large hand right down in the middle of my stomach so hard that the sound of the smack was heard long before the sting set in. Needless to say I was fully aware of everything after that. "I said to nod if you understood boy." Bill's voice was stern and deep. I nodded although I didn't really know what was going on. Then I felt a hand on the back of my head guiding me into a seated position. Next I felt Bill's hand grab my wrists and stretch them out in front of me and attach them to something near my ankles. Finally I felt a wooden block get pushed into my stomach. This block caused me to have to sit as far back as I could until my arms couldn't take any more stress. It also caused me to arch my back. So here I was feeling like it couldn't get any worse when a chain was put around my neck and attached to that wooden thing forcing me to bend my head down too. I could feel someone getting onto the table like thing I was attached to and I could hear and feel them setting something up but I couldn't figure out what they were doing. Not like they really wanted me to know anyway. Bill kept asking me questions and slapping the back of my head when I didn't answer, or didn't answer fast enough. These were pretty mindless questions. Things like "You do love Mike don't you?" or "You would do anything he told you to right?" I know they were only trying to keep me distracted. I just didn't know why. Suddenly I felt something cold on the back of my neck. It was like they were cleaning it or something. Then I smelled the alcohol. Now I knew they were cleaning it, but I wasn't sure why. My mind was racing. I mean what else could they do to me. I knew they weren't going to pierce the back of my neck. But what were they doing. Then I heard it. It was like a humming noise, like something mechanical. My mind didn't put it all together until I felt the vibrations and the stinging on the back of my neck. I was being tattooed! "Now the boy has been registered to Mike. His name, Adam, and his slave registration number, along with its bar code, are being applied to the back of his neck." Bill was making another one of his general announcements again. "Anytime someone in our community sees it, they will know this boy is owned and simply by putting his slave registration number into the computer will be able to tell by whom." The cheering and stuff started all over again. But even with all the noise and cheers, all I could feel was a vibration that meant my life was never going to be the same. This tattoo was vibrating my spine and I could feel it all over my body. I wondered if that's why they put this tattoo there. So that you felt it all over your body as it was done. The person that did it worked fast. Although I couldn't tell you how long it took, it felt like only a few minutes. I could feel some dabbing at the area, and truth be known it didn't really hurt too much after the man finished. "One more time boy, only this time you will be turned over and lay down on your stomach." Bill said in my ear as the block was removed from my stomach and I could feel people undoing my restraints. I was rolled over and secured back to the table. This time though I was on my stomach and I was starting to worry about what was going to happen next. Luckily, and I use that term loosely, I didn't have to wait too long to find out. "Mike's mark is now going to be applied to his new boy" Bill's loud voice boomed out over the crowd. "In accordance with his wishes, it is going to be put on the boys right ass cheek." Again the cold feeling of liquid hitting my skin alerted me to the fact I was about to get my second tattoo. This one took quite a bit longer though. It took so long that I became lost in the vibrations that the tattoo gun caused in my ass. In fact at one point it started feeling really good. As I was lost in thought while getting this second tattoo, I couldn't help think how other boys like me took all this. I mean I was scared, but I was also looking forward to belonging to Mike. Is this what all the boys felt? Did any of them get asked if they wanted to have this done? Or was this done to them once they were taken by a man? But most of all how was this going to change my life? I couldn't go to school like this could I? How do I explain the tattoos and piercings? I mean I'm just turning 16 in a few months. Don't you have to be 18 to have this kind of thing done? Ironically the one thing I wasn't worried about anymore was my father. I mean if what I saw the other night was real, and that was my dad, he really couldn't tell me what to do anymore. Let's face it; the man that was attached to that wall, getting beaten and then fucked, really had no right to tell me what to do with my life. That person wasn't even human to me. He was an object that Mike used like a toy. At least Mike cared for me and treated me like a person. That's more than I could say for the man on the wall. Finally the vibrations stopped. The tattoo must have been finished. I waited for Bill to tell me what was coming next but all I heard was the room becoming quite. In fact it became almost too quite. I guess everyone was leaving at this point but I don't know why. The sounds of sex were gone for the most part. The air even felt heavier than it did before. A slap to my left ass cheek and a quick whisper in my ear was the only warning I had. "You just stay here for a while boy. Everyone has gone to change and get ready for the ceremony." Bill whispered in my ear. That was the last thing I heard too since Bill placed the ear muffs back on me. I had heard the saying about silence being deafening but until now I don't think I ever understood it. The silence was worse than the bondage or anything else I had been put through so far. It made it so I couldn't keep track of time, or know if anyone was in the room with me. For all I knew there could have been a room full of people standing around me, but without being able to see or hear, how would I ever know? I actually think I fell asleep because the next thing I remember is a hand on my back waking me up. This was more gentle and less rough then Bill's hand. It also felt quite a bit smaller. The ear muffs were removed and I heard this person's voice for the first time, it sounded like a boy, maybe my age or a little younger. "I was sent to get you ready." The boy said to me. "I'm going to undo these restraints and get you off this table, but I'm not allowed to take off your blind fold. I can however remove the gag. I'm sorry, it's going to hurt." That struck me as being strange actually. How was removing the gag going to hurt? That's what I thought at least until he undid the strap and pulled the ball out of my mouth. The pain that followed was not what I was expecting at all. My jaw ached. It wasn't a sharp pain; I could have dealt with that better I think. This was an ache that started the minute I tried to close my mouth and felt like it would never stop. "Open and close your mouth slowly over and over again," the boy said. "This will help. Your luck though, I was left like that for over a day before I was collared." Lucky? If he says so I guess I was, but I wanted to seriously ask if he was kidding. "Your Master must really like you." The boy was talking to me as he undid my restraints and helped me up. "The man that your Master got to do your marks was really good. He took his time and they look great. I can't see mine, but the man was really rough with me and I've been told they are going to have to be removed and redone at some point." I couldn't imagine having to have a tattoo removed. Of course until today I couldn't have imagined getting a tattoo either. "I'm going to take you to the bathroom and clean you up" the boy started talking to me again. "I have to make sure you're ready for later, and I don't want to upset Master Bill if I don't do a good enough job." I finally felt like I could speak so I tried to say okay. Nothing came out as I tried though. I still think the boy got the idea. Over the next hour or so I was washed, groomed, and cleaned out. This was the first time anyone had ever put water up my ass. I also hoped it would be the last time. It made me feel so dirty to have this boy I didn't even know tell me to squat and then let out all the water. It also smelled like shit. I could only imagine what all was coming out of me. I was so embarrassed. I actually started to cry as he was doing all this to me and I don't know why. "It's all going to be over soon" the boy tried to reassure me. But I didn't really care at this point; I just wanted it over now. Once he had finished I was led out into another room. I think it was the living room, but I didn't really know. I was led to a small platform where I was told to step up and then kneel. I knelt down on a pillow and then my hands were moved behind my back and the restraints reapplied. "Please stay just like this until they start the ceremony." The boy said. "I don't think it will be too long. I think they are just finishing up disciplining that man in the leather bondage suit." I wanted to ask about the man, but I was too worried about what was going to become of me in the next few minutes to ask. As I knelt there I ran back over the last few weeks in my head. It seemed like yesterday when Mike and Eric first fucked me in their den during that party. Then only days later when Mike had all my hair removed and the pa and ball rings put in. I can still remember Mike teaching me how to light his cigars, and the feeling of his cock in me as I bounce up and down on it and he would blow smoke in my face. But most of all I remembered how safe and wanted I felt sleeping with Mike and having him hold on to me. "There's my boy!" Mike's voice thundered through the room. I could feel him standing over me and I knew it was him. It smelt like him and I could feel his energy as he stood over me. When Mike grabbed my head my whole body went limp. He moved me around a little and then stopped. "Damn Bill he did a good job on the registration and barcode." Mike said. "I can't wait to see the other one on his ass now." "Well you're going to have to wait man." Bill exclaimed almost like a cheer. Mike's hands ran all over my body making me feel alive and energized. Mike's smell filled my nose and his heat warmed my skin. That feeling that all is right with the world returned. But the feeling quickly left as Mike's hands left my body. "I don't think you need this anymore." Mike said as I felt him remove the blindfold. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust and I could begin to see everyone. The room was crowded with all the boys and Sirs I had seen over the past few days. The only person I didn't see was Rob. I wondered about how he was doing. I also didn't see Jim. I was wondering where they were when I noticed something else. This older man entered the room. I probably wouldn't have noticed but he was like a big polar bear. He was wearing jeans and boot like all the other men in the room, but didn't have a shirt on. Just his physical presence was overwhelming. Even though I didn't know who he was, I knew he was important. Following behind him were to older boys. I would say they were in their mid-twenties. The each carried something and I could tell they belonged to the older polar bear simply by the way they carried themselves. Just like their Sir they had an air of confidence and even the other men in the room got out of their way, almost like they were as important as the polar bear seemed to be. As they grew closer I could see one had his hands out in front of him with an ashtray in it. The bear reached back and got his cigar without even having to look to see where it was. It was almost like they were one. Mike bent over and whispered in my ear, "That's what we are going to be like one day. You will be the boy everyone wants but can't touch." The bear got to Mike and shook his hand. They seemed to be friends. Then Mike said, "Thank you for coming out for this Sir." This was the first time I ever heard Mike refer to someone as Sir. I thought it was strange but also humbling. It made me feel like I was becoming or joining something bigger than just Mike's family. Although truth be known I would have been happy with just that. "I meant to ask about the body hanging in the front yard." The polar bear started talking to Mike. "Is that who I think it is?" Mike never said a word. For all I know he never answered, but I highly doubt that. All I heard was the laugh of the polar bear. "You ready to do this boy?" the polar bear said. I kept waiting for someone to answer him when I felt Mike's hand hit me square between the shoulders. "Answer him boy," Mike said irritated at my silence. "Don't make a bad first impression." "Yes Sir." I squeaked out. I could barely say anything at this point. My mouth was so dry and my jaw so sore. But I didn't want to do anything to embarrass Mike in front of his friends. "Then let's get this started." The bear's voice was commanding and ominous at the same time. "Mike bring the boy over here." I felt Mike's hand on the back of my neck again and it guided me as I got up and walked over to where the bear stood in the middle of the room. "Mike do you understand that by taking this boy you accept responsibility for him and all his actions?" the polar bear started talking almost like it were an odd marriage ceremony. "Yes Sir." Mike replied. The polar bear put his hand out and Bill placed a thick chain in it. This looked thicker than the other ones I had seen. In fact it looked twice as thick. Maybe the only ones here that were as big were on the two boys with the polar bear. The polar bear reached out and placed it in Mike's hand. Then Mike reached out and placed it around my neck. Next a lock was given to the bear from his other boy. This was again given to Mike and without asking what I wanted; Mike reached out and locked the chain around my neck. "Congratulations boy, you have a great Master there." The polar bear said looking at me. "Now go prove to everyone that you're willing and able to be a good boy for him." I had no idea what that meant but it scared me as much as it thrilled me. Before I could answer, or even process that comment, I felt Mike's hand leading me again. This time we went through the cabin and out into the front yard where I finally got to see the man in the bondage suit hanging from a tree in the front yard. He was completely immobilized and moaning loudly but I didn't know why. He was suspended by ropes that were attached to his arms, chest and legs. His legs were folded over, and his arms tied behind his back. His chest was forced out and his nipples were clearly visible and hard. I noticed two really thick rings in his nipples and small drops of blood around the rings. I wondered if the piercings were new or if he had been abused so hard they were just bleeding. I guess I will never know the answer to that question just like I doubted I would ever really know who was in the suit. I was led to a post coming out of the yard for seemingly no reason. Mike undid my wrist restraints and put them over my head attached to the post. I was then turned to face the post and a belt put around my waist. "In order to seal this collaring, Mike has chosen to draw blood by flogging." The polar bear announced. "As any of the new members of our group may not know, it's not until the new Master draws blood from the new boy and the new boy accepts it and thanks him that the collaring is complete." Mike came close to me and whispered in my ear that it was going to be okay and that all I needed to remember was to breathe and relax. Then he stepped back and I felt the first blow hit my back. I braced myself but it wasn't nearly what I thought it would be. Instead of the blow hurting, it felt more like a pressure being applied to my back, more like a thud then a pain. But it didn't stop there. The next one fell across my back, then another, and another. I felt like Mike was holding back because I saw the power he had and I knew this was nothing near what he could do. I started to drift off thinking about Mike again. The thuds grew stronger and harder but it didn't hurt and I didn't seem to even care. I knew by the end of this I would be Mike's. The first blow to break my dreaming hit my from right to left and felt like someone had just drawn a line with a dull knife across my back. It was sharp but not too sharp. Just sharp enough to make me strain my arms and try to pick my body up to get it away from the pain. This was followed by another that went from left to right. For the first time I heard myself moan and grunt before I realized I was doing it. The pain surged through my back and into my chest. But the rhythmic beating that Mike had started continued. The blows felt less sharp again and again I felt like I was dreaming. For an eternity this continued until I heard the snap and crack that let me know pain was not far behind. This pain was like fire. It was like nothing I had ever felt before and I went from blissful and calm to crying in a split second. Even before the next one landed I was trying to climb the pole. The crack in my ear was more frightening then the fire on my back. CRACK... CRACK... CRACK... I finally think I passed out because when I came to I saw Mike's face looking into mine for the first time and he kissed me deeply. His tongue was in my mouth and I could taste his old cigars and beer. He held me tight and I closed my eyes as I melted under the weight of his kiss. "Now let's go fuck." Mike said to me as he carried me back into the cabin and into our room. Mike put me on the bed and didn't even bother to pull his pants off. He undid his fly and pulled his cock out and immediately shoved it into my face. I knew what to do. I moved to hang my head over the edge of the bed and opened my mouth. Mike's cock went right in and found the back of my throat with little problem. I closed my eyes as Mike began to rock his cock in and out of my mouth. I could hear the cigar being lit and could smell the smoke, but where I used to cough and gag, now I simply inhaled deeply and allowed Mike's smoke to burn my lungs. I could feel Mike's cock growing in my throat. It was going to be fully hard soon and Mike will want my ass right after that. It was funny how I didn't even care if I came anymore, as long as Mike came in me. "Yeah boy you're turning into a good little cock sucker." Mike said as his cock was fully down my throat. I didn't try to talk or nod. I knew what he said was true. "Your sweet throat and ass are going to make me a happy daddy before tonight is over." Mike continued. This was the first time he used that term, "daddy". Mike pulled his cock out of my throat and spun me around. He impaled me on his cock in one quick move then picked me up and sat down on the bed. Now I was sitting in his lap facing him. Mike took his cigar out of his mouth and put it into my mouth and held it there. I didn't need much direction. I took the cigar from Mike's hand and started smoking it. Mike reached over to the night stand and picked up another cigar and lit it. He sat there thrusting his cock into my ass while we smoked our cigars. I would blow my smoke up over his shoulder, but he would blow his right into my face. My cock was rock hard the entire time and so was Mike's. He took it slower than when we first started. I think it was because he was trying to enjoy it more and make it last longer. I was about half way finished with my cigar when Mike took it out of my mouth and put it down in the ashtray on the nightstand. Then he stood up with me still on his cock and turned around so I was over the bed. Then he let me down so I was on my back and stood over me. Again he was blowing smoke in my face and grinning as his cock started to pick up momentum in my ass. Mike started fucking me with all the power his hips could generate. It was hard and rough and brutal but I loved it. Mike was plowing me like the men did in all those pornos I had seen. There was no doubt who was in control and I would have it any other way. Mike grabbed my upper legs and used them to create more leverage as he tried to drive his cock into my stomach. I wasn't even trying to stay silent. I was moaning and grunting as Mike's cock would hit bottom. I would try to move or reposition but Mike would put me back like he wanted me and keep fucking. The only time Mike would stop and give my poor ass a break was to spit on my ass or his cock then drive it back in with as much force as he could. Mike finished his cigar and relit mine and showed no signs of stopping as my ass began to feel like it wasn't going to recover from this. Mike's pace began to quicken all of a sudden and he started calling me a filthy little whore boy and other names so I knew he was close to cumming. Then I felt it. The warmth filling my ass and letting me know the assault was almost over. Mike only lasted a few more hard thrusts. Then he collapsed on top of me. I fell asleep with Mike still lying on top of me. I had a chain collar around my neck, a huge load of Mike's cum in my ass, and Mike's cigar ashes all over my chest. If ever I understood what it was to be owned it was now. END OF CHAPTER 12