Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 20:36:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Mason Subject: Property of the State Chapter 2 Warning, this story involves consensual slavery between men. It's quite sexual and if you're not into that or allowed to be into that, then please look elsewhere. Property of the State Chapter Two by Mason *%$%* Chapter Two, Bryce's Submission *%$%* Please email me with comments so I know whether or not to keep writing this. I'm especially interested in hearing from subs or guys who want to be subs. Thanks, Mase. ************************************* Master poked me sharply in the back and my eyes opened to a sun-filled room. He scooped me up into his arms. My wrists were bound and my arms stiff, but I felt relaxed. I'd never been held so much. I was repulsed but comforted; he didn't seem to be in a bad mood. Master held me against his chest and shuffled into the bathroom. He flipped on the bright lights and set me on the counter and then went into the little room where the toilet was. I watched his back as he arched it and then heard him pee. The feel of the cold room and cold marble counter mixed with the sound of his stream reminded me that I had a full bladder and I started to squirm. I was worried about his reaction if I spoke before he spoke to me, but I really had to go. I wiggled my way off the counter and landed on my feet, falling back against the marble counter. I managed to stand up. My feet weren't bound so I walked over towards him, towards the much-needed toilet. I stood next to him, waiting my turn; he didn't acknowledge me. I crossed my legs and bounced a little. It seemed like it took him forever, but soon enough his stream subsided and I heard him shake his massive soft cock, a few more drips hitting the water. It was torture. "How did you get over here?" he asked strangely when he turned and flushed the toilet. "I... Please, I have to pee." I said, looking down at his package. "That wasn't my question," he said harshly. "When I put you somewhere, you stay there. I didn't give you orders to move. Master hooked his hands under my armpits and lifted me up. He set me back down against the cold counter. I REALLY had to go now. I bounced a little, trying to hold it in. My eyes pleading with him, I whined. "Please sir, Please. I can't hold it," I begged. "You'll hold it until you get permission. Now I asked you a question," Master leaned his face into mine. He was deadly serious. "I... I got off the counter. I'm sorry Master, please. I can't hold it." I was fighting my body, not understanding why he wouldn't let me pee. He didn't want a mess on the floor, did he? "And what do you do when Master puts you somewhere and doesn't give you further orders?" he growled. "I... I stay put where Master wants me. Please sir, Please let me pee," I squirmed and his hand came down on the back of my neck. He pushed me forward, off the counter and onto my feet. He gripped the back of my neck harshly and pushed me towards the toilet. Master grabbed my small soft cock and aimed it at the bowl. "You may go now." "I... I can't go when you're touching it. It feels weird." I begged, the awkwardness stopping my body from functioning like it wanted to. "Fine, then hold it," Master released my cock and put his hand back on my neck, turning me away from the toilet. "No, please, no.. please, you can hold it, I... please," I begged, feeling my face flush red. "Oh I have your permission to touch your tiny slave dick?" Master laughed, but he wasn't making a joke. "This is my dick. I bought it and if you need to see the receipt, I'll staple it to your chest. I touch my property whenever and however I please. No slave is going to tell me what to do with the body I purchased. You got that fucktoy?" Master growled into my ear, the smile fading from his face. "Y...Yes... Yes master, please touch my cock." I whined, the words sticking in my throat. Master pushed me back towards the toilet and grabbed my cock. It felt awkward but the full bladder demanded my obedience. He aimed it and a rushing stream began to leave me. "Thank you sir, thank you Master," I said, feeling relief. It didn't last long. He put his lips at the back of my neck, his teeth baring down playfully. "That's a good fucktoy," he mouthed and I felt a warm wet tongue slide in slow deliberate circles around the nape of my neck. "Mmm, tasty," he said and I felt his lips curve into a smile, sending shivers down my back. He held my cock as I finished and then pumped it slowly, milking the last drops of unneeded liquid from me. His other hand rubbed slowly across my chest, pinching at my nipples and twisting them. My mind told me to protest his touch, but my bladder told me to stand still until I finished. My red wrists reminded me to keep my mouth shut and my memories of yesterday agreed with them. There was little I could do and it sank in to me how weak and pathetic I was. I'd made this choice to become a fag's slave. I'd signed my name and given him control. The only part of me not betraying my hetero nature was my cock. It remained firmly soft. Master picked me up and set me back on the cold counter as he went to wash his hands. "All right, let's go over the morning. We need to get you a workout; my slaves don't get fat on me. Then breakfast if you successfully complete the gym routine without pussying out. After that I have work to do and I'll either tie you up or put you in your cage so you stay out of trouble." Master said as he led me down to the workout room. He had a full set up; two treadmills, a weight bench, several weight machines and another flatscreen on the wall. This man had money. I wondered what he did for work. Master had me kneel on the floor as he went and opened a closet. He came back out with a jockstrap and a pair of worn running shoes. They both looked a little too big for me. He got me to my feet and then slipped the jockstrap up my legs. It was blue and a little too big, but I was glad to have my cock covered. I stepped into the running shoes, they were about a size too big. I had no way of tying them so Master squatted in front of me. He tied the shoes tight and then gave the pouch of my jockstrap a light kiss. I frowned and he looked up at me with a smile and a wink. "I'll have slave 1 get you a pair of shoes that fits and pick up a few jocks that fit, but these will have to do for today." Master assured as he got to his feet. He led me towards a treadmill and I stepped onto it. He started me off at a fast 3.5 mph walk. I had my wrists bound behind me, so I struggled to keep up. I wasn't sure what would happen if I stumbled with no arms to catch me. Master went back to his closet and slipped on a pair of running shorts, a clean pair of white socks, and his trainers. He got on the treadmill next to me and matched my pace. He quickly went into a full run and began punching up the speed on my tread. I struggled to keep up. It's hard to not have your arms swinging when you run. I'm sure I looked horrible, but at the moment I was just concerned with not falling over. Master had me up to a 4.5 mile run, a quick speed for someone my height. I was breathing heavy, not used to running. He was up to 6 mph, flying along and flipping through the morning news channels with his remote. By the fourth mile I felt my heart beating solidly in my ear. I'd never felt so exhausted, sweat dripped down my chest. I finished it though. Master wasn't giving me any choice. He finished five miles and then hit the cool down button on his treadmill. I was covered in sweat and felt it dripping down into my eyes. I couldn't brush the drops away and it stung. I closed my eyes, sniffling back a few tears. I wasn't going to cry. He wasn't going to break me. "Oh quit being a baby," Master reached over and hit the cool down button on my treadmill. The tread slowed to a 3 mph pace and I nearly fell from the startling change. I felt my chest heave as I gulped for air, my legs hurt and my arms, still bound behind me, ached to be released. I caught myself and walked, breathing as I went. Master was finishing his cool down as my tread slowed to 2 mph. I was still gasping, red, wet and dripping. Master got a towel and dried off his chest, his face, his arms. He leaned against the treadmill for a minute flipping to the weather station and then tossed the towel over my head. My machine stopped, 4.6 miles. The towel was heavy with his sweat, it hung over my head since I had no way of catching it and drying myself. Master came up behind me as I stood. His eyes never left the TV and he lazily rubbed the towel over my body. When the weather station went to commercial, he turned his attention back to me. "If I untie your hands, you're going to do what with them?" He said coldly. "Whatever Master tells me to do," I said in a low, respectful tone. "That's the right answer," He moved behind me and loosened the rope, he slipped it gently off my wrists, they were raw. I wanted to bring my arms in front of me and rub them. I didn't dare. I did what I had said I would do. Maybe if I obeyed him, he would see I didn't need to be bound. "Good boy," Master noted. He got behind me and ran his hands down my arms, almost to my wrists. He pushed my arms in front of me and gently massaged them as he watched the day's forecast, rain, slight cold front, cloudy through the day. Master rubbed my arms as life flowed back into them. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body back against his strong, heaving chest. I heard his heart pump loudly against my ear. He gently leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I was fighting it, but his kiss sent shivers through me. It wasn't about having a kiss from a man. It was about submitting to my master and taking joy in his pleasure. He kissed my head as approval; it was something to be earned. It was something I wanted more of. Master moved away from me and went to sit on his weight bench. He had me remove my shoes and jockstrap and then kneel, my arms crossed lightly behind my back. I listened as he lifted, grunted, breathed heavily. It was pure masculinity. I stared at his feet, thinking about how someone so completely dominant could be gay. I knew I wasn't a queer. I'd never really been with a girl; most of them preferred taller, stronger guys. But I'd always thought gays were like girly and freakish. Master was neither of those things. I'd been lost in my thoughts, not noticing that Master had finished and stood over me looking down at my confused expression. He kicked at me lightly with his shoe. I raised my head and then, snapping back to reality, quickly lowered it. "No time for daydreaming, Hop up on the bench, all fours," Master snapped. I stood up and moved to position myself as ordered. Master traced a finger around the plug buried inside me. It hadn't been out since it was put there at the slave wash. Master twisted it slowly, causing a painful tension as the plug separated from the ring. "AHHHHH" I cried out, my pulse quickening. Master twisted it in a complete circle and then wiggled it out of me. I'd hated the plug, but now I felt strangely empty. My hole had gotten used to it and now begged to be filled again. Did I really feel that? I shuddered with disgust and shame. Master smacked me playfully on the ass, I jumped a little, nearly falling off the bench. He tugged at my collar and pulled me up to my feet. "Let's get you showered and cleaned out, then we'll have some breakfast before I go to work." Master smacked me on the ass and pointed towards the door. His words sank in. He's going to work? What would I do while he was away? I feared he would put me back in the cage like he probably did with the dogs. Master pushed me up the stairs and towards the kitchen. I wasn't sure where we were going, the bathroom he used was back in his bedroom. He tugged on my collar when I paused to wait for instructions and led me through a huge walk-in pantry. It was filled with food enough for a large family and all sorts of cleaning supplies. Then we walked through another room that had a washer and dryer and large counter with a built in ironing surface. "This door leads to slave's quarters," he pointed at a doorway, there was a metal door with turn locks on the outside of it. I shivered as he unlocked them and pushed the door open. Inside there was a cold cement floor with wood paneled walls. The workmanship didn't match the rest of the lavishly appointed home. It was an afterthought, a closet. The room was about 6 feet deep and about 6 feet across. It was dark and master pulled on a chain; a bare bulb flickered to life above us. Along one wall was a thin twin mattress lying on the floor. No pillows or covers, the mattress looked old and worn. Along the other wall was tile and a drain, a showerhead poked out of the wall only it looked more like the connection for a garden hose with a rusted metal lever above it to turn on the water, probably cold. There was a plastic basket on the floor with dollar store bodywash and shampoo. There was a white plastic bottle with a pump on top. The label read "hair be gone" and it showed a cartoon bald man lifting his arms over his head. His chest, arms and armpits were perfectly smooth. Next to the corner shower was a bare metal toilet, like the one I'd seen in jail. It had no seat and no toilet paper, you pushed a button on the wall to flush it. Across from the tiled corner was a series of wire shelves. The top contained a few worn out towels folded neatly. Under that were a few jockstraps and two black t-shirts. Under those was a pair of jeans and a pair of black shorts. Someone lived here... I wondered if I'd ever meet the other slave. "All right, I have a few minutes to show you how this works. If you're going to need to shit today, do it now. Then I want you completely cleaned out. Clean all the sweat and B.O. off you and then work a few fingers into that asshole. A dirty slave is no good to me. I'll inspect that hole and if it's not perfect... Well you just better hope it's perfect. You have ten minutes to do your business and then I want you out kneeling on the kitchen floor. I might spend more time than that in the shower, or I might just spend ten minutes. Either way, I'm setting this timer and you better be out there and presentable before it dings." Master picked up a small plastic box with a clock on the front of it and pushed ten. As soon as it flashed 10:00, it began to count down. He set it on top of the towels and then began to walk back to the kitchen. I really did need to go, I followed behind him and moved to close the door. Master pushed back on it harshly. "Slaves do not close doors!" he barked and came back into the room. He yanked me by the collar and walked over to the toilet and pushed me down onto it. "You don't get privacy anymore. That's for free citizens; not for criminal slaves." I squirmed on the cold metal ring of the toilet, needing to go but waiting for Master to leave. "Do you need me to stay here and watch you go just to prove my point?" he leaned down and barked at me. "No sir Master," I pleaded. "What should a fucktoy slave answer be?" he ground his face into my cheek and yelled. "If it pleases you Master," I fumbled for the right words, torn between needing to do my business and needing to please Master. The clock ticked down in front of me. "Good fucktoy," he released my neck, backed off of me and turned to leave. I quickly did what I needed to do and flushed, then hurried to get to the shower corner. I looked up at the spout, 6 feet off the floor. I tried to reach it but my fingers fell short. I got up on my tiptoes and barely touched the lever; it wouldn't budge. I turned to watch the clock ticking down to 06:15. I desperately jumped at the lever and hit it hard, a cold stream began to trickle out from above me. I reached for the bodywash and soaped myself up, scrubbing my arms, legs, and pits furiously. I rubbed a little shampoo over my scalp. It was force of habit; my head had been shaven. I rinsed and then rubbed more bodywash over me. I rubbed the soap into my ass like I normally did and turned to rinse, but then remembered Master's instructions. I soaped up two fingers and worked them inside my hole. It was sore and not at all pleasant until I got them in up to the second knuckle. I'd hit a spot inside me. I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. It was so strong that the cold rush from above me couldn't dampen it. For the first time in a few days my cock got hard. It sprang to life and filled out before me. I worked the fingers inside me but then caught sight of the clock, 01:47. Almost out of time, Shit! I rubbed soap up and down my hard shaft, cleaning beneath the foreskin. I turned and rinsed out my hole and then rinsed all the soap and shampoo off my body. I jumped and pegged the lever to turn the water off and dove for a towel from the rack. The clock flashed 00:21. I raced to dry myself off as best I could. By the time I slid into the kitchen floor, I still had a few drops sliding down my back. The towel had been thrown against the mattress; I skidded into a hardwood cabinet door as the alarm chirped three times.. It turned itself off and I knelt against the cold tile, resting back on my heels. I checked the room for Master, but heard the shower running from his room. He wasn't even here yet. I shook my body a little and tried my best to dry off. I heard his shower turn off and then remembered what he'd said about my hole. I then did something that completely disgusted me. I took my finger and slipped it back inside me. My hole was stretched enough now to where it didn't even hurt. I wiggled it around inside me. It felt ok. I slipped my finger out and it looked clean. Then... I sniffed it. I sighed, relieved, nothing but the smell of the bodywash. My heart sank at what I did next. I slipped it past my lips and swirled my tongue around it. It tasted like a clean finger. What had I been reduced to? Two months ago I would have told a queer to fuck off if he'd even looked at me. Now I was here, kneeling on a kitchen floor, sucking on a finger I'd just had in my asshole. I actually felt pleased that my fag Master would have a clean hole to inspect. Somehow my life had taken a wrong turn. I didn't feel rage though. I should have been pissed. I should have punched something and tried to escape. But all I wanted to do was see Master again, lifting me up into his chest or dragging me around by my collar.. Was this how dogs felt? I laughed. It actually would have felt comforting to be petted. Master walked in then, a towel wrapped around his waist. "What are you so happy about slave?" He seemed angry. The smile vanished from my face and I looked up at his chin with a worried frown. Master squatted down in front of me and I lowered my eyes to his chest. He lifted my chin so that our eyes met. It felt awful.. He was a handsome man, but I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. I tried to lower my head but he wouldn't let me, so I closed my eyes. He seemed pleased with my reaction because he let my chin fall and patted me on the head. Master pulled me up to my feet by my collar. Then he lifted me up and set me on the kitchen island. He pushed on my chest and I leaned back against the cold marble, my package on display for him. He took my cock and lifted it up, it was still a little stiff from my new discovery (the special spot in my ass). "Hmmm, I hope you didn't waste shower time jerking around," he pulled on my cock and pumped it a few times. I squirmed awkwardly but kept my mouth shut. Master let my cock fall over onto my tummy and then gripped my balls. He rolled them around in his hand like dice at a casino. I winced, but kept my mouth shut. I lifted my head to watch him stare down thoughtfully at them. "Now, let's see just how good a job you did on MY hole here," Master began, he squatted down before me and I felt his nose press against my hole. "Hmm, good so far," he commented. I felt his nose tickle my hole as he pushed it inside me. Then it left. What it was replaced with is something that made me squirm and protest. It was the grossest thing I'd ever felt or seen! I felt a warm wet tongue slide its way around the ring and then he stuck it inside me. I jumped, out of shock. "NO! Fuck! NO!" I yelled and instantly regretted my choice of expression. Master slipped his tongue out of my hole, stood up and yanked me up by the collar. It dug into the back of my neck. He lifted me off the ground by it and brought my face to his, our eyes meeting in an uncomfortable glare. He put his other arm around my bottom, supporting me against him, slightly easing the pressure on my collar. He let go of my collar and tossed me up for a second, catching me in his strong palms, his hands gripping my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate not to fall. I put my arms around his shoulders, unsure of his ability to hold me. He didn't say a word though. His nostrils flared against my cheek, his warm breath rushed over my lips. I felt his power and my body shivered. I was shaking, scared and wondering what he'd do. Master seemed to feel my fear. I was his to know. He pressed his lips to mine. I clamped my lips shut. It was instinct, bad instinct. He put his tongue to my lips and forced it between them. I squirmed but I knew better than to fight him. I eased my lips and let them open. His tongue went into my mouth, my first real kiss. Master's lips wrestled mine and his tongue licked rough circles around my own. "MMMMM!!!" I protested, but I knew better than to do anything but that. He slipped his tongue out of me and carried me off to the bedroom without a word. Master tossed me onto the bed. I landed on my back. Master grabbed my left leg and forced it upwards. I bent my knee as he lifted it up and back. He grabbed my left arm and pulled it up and then reached for something in the bedside drawer. He pulled out a short length of rope and tied my wrist to my ankle. He went for another piece of rope and did the same to my right side. He still hadn't said a word. He climbed up onto the bed and squatted down over my face, his furry asshole inches from my mouth. He leaned over my chest and pulled up on my bottom so he had full access to my exposed hole. "Whose hole is this?" Master barked. "My hole, Master Sir," I yelled, hoping the answer would please him, it didn't. Master lowered his ass so that his hole rested on my lips. The hairs of his ass tickled my nose. I felt a sneeze coming on. "To WHOM does this hole belong?" Master again growled. It dawned on me what he was asking, "It is your hole Master Sir." "And if I choose to inspect or pleasure or abuse this hole, What do you say?" "Thank you Master Sir," I sniffled, holding in a sneeze and letting go of my pride. Master dug his tongue into my hole. I squirmed with discomfort. It wasn't natural. It wasn't right. He wiggled his tongue around the ring, stretching it. His spit was enough to lube it up so it didn't hurt anything more than my straight boy pride. He worked his tongue inside me, swirling it around the hole for inspection. I tried to close my eyes and think of something else. I tried to remember the first time I hit the ball over the fence in the baseball game. I tried to go far away from this place. And then he hit the spot. Master found that spot my fingers had discovered. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as waves of warmth and pleasure spread through me. I stopped squirming and relaxed, pushing out on my hole trying to get him in deeper. My cock sprang to life and poked against Master's neck, then grew down to touch his shoulder.. "Thhhhannnkkkk You Master," I said with all sincerity, my legs going weak. "Ahhhhhhh!!" I moaned as Master swirled his tongue back and forth across the special spot. "Yessssss." I was a disgusting mess but my body told me to shut up and enjoy the ride. It was gross and disgusting and not something I should enjoy but.... Oh fuck it felt nice. And then it stopped. Master slipped out of me quickly and sat up, burying my face between his ass. He wiggled it, grinding it against my lips and nose. I couldn't breathe. My nose was squished by his ass, but I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth. "You like that hole, boy?" Master asked as he ground it against my lips. "Open up, taste me." I kept my lips shut. I had no desire to do that and it scared me. I'd never admit that, but having a man twice my size sitting on my face was one of the nastiest things I'd ever done. I wiggled my arms and legs, trying to show him that I couldn't do this. Master eased off me. "Well, one way or another that mouth will be filled." He moved off of me and went to the drawer. He didn't pull out my pacifier gag, but a leather band that had a red rubber plug in the middle of it. He rubbed it against his hole and then put it up to my lips. "Open," he said coldly and I did. He shoved the plug into my mouth and then lifted my head up and buckled the strap behind my head. He went back to the drawer and fished out another red plug that was slightly larger. He held it up to the pump bottle of lube and gave it a few squirts. Master put the plug up to my hole and rubbed it around a little, smearing the lube over the plug and inside my hole. He wiggled it into me and it slid with a pop. "Ok, I'm going for breakfast. If my ass isn't good enough for you then you just aren't hungry yet." Master shrugged and left me there on the bed in the cold room on the warm bed. I turned my head and saw the curtains open to the lake. I wondered how long he'd leave me here; my arms and legs tied up above me. Would he go to work and leave me like this all day? I was hungry, but I more worried about being there for 9 hours or how ever long he was gone. What if I had to pee? What if there's a fire? Where did he go? I felt the panic swirl around me, my heart beating fast. I heard Master out in the kitchen, the sound of a blender, the toaster. I heard a phone ring and was happy to hear his voice when he answered. I strained my neck up, trying to hear. "Yeah.... Sure... Ok... Thanks... See you then..." He wasn't a man of many words. Was he going to meet someone? Did he have a date? Questions kept pounding me. I hate not knowing what's going on. I looked over at the clock; he'd only been gone a few minutes. Master put on the stereo in the living room and then I couldn't hear anything but the local country station. It seemed like hours, but about twenty minutes later Master came in with a cup of coffee and a sports bottle. He set the bottle on the table beside me and then sat on the bed next to me. "You still not hungry?" he looked over at me and sipped his coffee. I nodded my head yes, my eyes looking pleadingly at his chin. Surely he HAD to feed me, slavery doesn't mean you can starve someone, does it? Master set his coffee down and got on the bed, straddling my chest. "So you're ready to eat?" He asked, his lips curved up into a slight smile. I nodded my head again, my tummy rumbling at the thought of food. I hadn't had anything since the soup last night and before that I'd only had breakfast at the jail. The more I thought about it, the hungrier I got. "Good," was all he said and then he reached behind me to unbuckle the gag and slide it out of my mouth. It had been much bigger than my pacifier gag and it stretched my lips into a wide "O." Master turned and shoved his ass up near my face. "Get that tongue out, you need to learn all ways to please your Master. Your sexuality belongs to me." he said and sat up, squishing my nose into his hole. I stuck out my tongue and he rubbed his hole against it. It didn't taste gross. He was clean, but the thought of licking a man's asshole disgusted me. Sure it felt good when he did it to me, but he was a queer and supposed to like that stuff. One thing I had learned about Master was that when he said something, he meant it. I kept my tongue out, like a kid going for a frozen pole, unsure but stupid enough to try it. "Put it in me, fucktoy, lick Master's hole." He said, a darkly sexual tone, "Swirl it around the ring and work it inside." He ground his ass down against my tongue. I licked at the hole. It opened a little and I slipped my tongue inside him. Master sat up straight, arched his back and began to pump his cock. I felt the hard thick cock smack against my chest as he breathed heavily. "Yeah fucktoy, you're a natural at that," Master approved. I worked my tongue into him, keeping my eyes closed and trying to focus my eyes on a porn clip I'd seen of a guy eating out a girl. "Yeah," I told myself, "It's like eating pussy." I pictured Melanie from my Junior year in High School. I'd watched my friend Mark eat her out one night at a party. I worked my tongue up into Master, keeping the memory at the front of my mind. Master rocked back and forth on my tongue, smacking his cock against my chest as he pumped it. I was licking deep inside him, my mouth pressed tightly against his hole. I was breathing through my nose. "Ahhhh fuck yeah eat that hole boy," Master growled. It broke my fantasy every time he spoke, but I tried to block it out. If I got through this he'd be happy and reward me with a good breakfast. I was deep in my fantasy, going hardcore into "Melanie's pussy" when Master's hole clamped shut around my tongue. I felt his body tense up over me and then felt this hot solid gel shoot over my tummy. "FUCCCKKKKK!" Master's voice snapped me back to reality.. He bucked his hips, pulling my tongue with it as his hole clamped tightly around my tongue. The Melanie fantasy was gone as I tried desperately to hold onto my tongue. I squirmed and whined from under him "MMMM OWWW." He had my tongue with him, barely noticing I was still under him as he fired shot after shot of his nasty juice over my tummy. "Ohhhh Shit," he yelled as he finished, relaxed and let my tongue slip out of his hole. I wiggled my tongue around, checking for damage. It was still there. My tummy was covered in thick warm sperm. I wanted it off of me, but my arms and legs were tied together at the moment. Master slipped off of me and laid down on the bed beside me. He recovered his breathing and then slipped an arm around my back and pulled me up against him. I was awkwardly tied and just sort of fell over onto him. Master laughed, and quickly pulled at the knot binding my wrists and ankles. The white cum on my tummy was beginning to dry and get sticky. Its smell made me cough. "Not too bad for your first time. If you weren't so insistent on being straight, I'd think you'd done that before," Master laughed softly and pulled me against his chest. I watched with horror as my hard cock landed against his stomach with a "thud." I'd gotten too into my fantasy. "Looks like you enjoyed it too," Master laughed and gave my cock a squeeze, "Too bad you haven't earned the right to finish this off," Master pumped my cock a few times and then let it land against his stomach. He reached down and pulled at my nuts as I gave a yelp. "Someday, my little cockslut, someday," Master stroked the top of my head as it rested against his heartbeat. He laid there for a few minutes holding me against him. I wanted nothing more than to wash the cum off my tummy and rinse the ass out of my mouth, but I was enjoying being not tied up. My only sign of slavery was the thick intrusive plug planted firmly in my hole. Master fell asleep as he stroked my back. I wondered how late he would be for work. I squirmed as the dried Master cum left a coat of disgust over me, it's gay little sperms infiltrating my skin. My empty tummy rumbled, but his warmth and strong body comforted me. I closed my eyes and quickly joined his nap. When next I was awaken, I was up in the air, hugged against Master's chest. He had one arm supporting me, pushing the plug uncomfortably further up inside me. His other arm was across my back, holding me tightly to him as he made his way into the bathroom. Master carried me into his shower and turned on a warm spray of water. He set me on my feet and rubbed soft vanilla bodywash over my chest. The dried cum came off in little white flakes as he rubbed away his nastiness from me. I raised my head to the stream and opened my mouth, warm water rinsing out the slight ass taste he had left on my tongue. I swished a few times, spit and then went for more water. Master rubbed his hands over my chest and then soaped up my cock and pumped it a few times. Pulling back the foreskin, he rubbed the tip clean. "We have to get you ready for inspection, Dad will be here soon," Master told me. That set of statements raised many questions, but I knew better than to question Master. He would tell me harshly that a slave doesn't need to know what his owner has planned for him. I was lucky he'd told me as much as he did. I simply responded, "Yes sir Master. I will make you proud." "Doubtful, but you're learning to try." Master laughed. He gave my ass a hard smack that pushed me forward against the stone wall. "Thank you Master," I stammered. Master reached around me and turned off the water and then stepped out of the shower and snapped his fingers, pointing beside the counter. I went over and he took a towel and dried himself, then tossed the damp towel over my head. I pulled it off me and worked it over my body. It felt good to be clean. When I passed it over my tummy I felt it give a sharp rumble and looked up at Master with pleading eyes. "Don't worry fucktoy, your protein shake is on the nightstand. It might be warm by now, but that was your choice. You could have submitted the first time and had it fresh and chilled. Slave 1 will teach you how to feed yourself when given approval. Don't think Master's going to waste his time making you meals." Master put his hand on my back and pushed me out towards the bedroom. "You have until I get dressed to down that shake, then we'll brush teeth and then I need to get to work." Master went to the drawer and pulled out a clean pair of ironed and folded boxers. He gave them a shake and then stepped into them as I scrambled over to the sportsbottle and flipped up the lid. I sucked at it as he moved about the room sliding on a blue polo shirt that hugged his strong chest and khaki pants that showed off that perfect ass. I was about halfway done, gulping as much as I could as he slid a belt around his waist and then went for socks. The protein shake tasted of kelp with a hint of chocolate. It was made for nutrition, not taste. I puckered my lips and winced, but I didn't know what other food he would give me today. I quickly downed it, then liked my tongue in a ring around my lips. I was just finishing as he tied his brown leather shoes. Master looked different in his work clothes. He looked like someone's dad, some guy you'd see watching a baseball game at the high school. It wasn't the hard Master look I'd grown used to. I set the sportsbottle down on the table with a "Thank you Master, Sir." I crossed my arms behind my back and lowered my head. Master had me follow him into the bathroom. He took an old yellow plastic toothbrush from the back of a drawer and handed it to me. He put toothpaste on it for me and then ran it under the cold water. Master brushed his teeth as I did mine, then I waited or him to gel his hair and spray on cologne as I held a mouthful of suds. Master moved from the counter and pushed me towards it saying, "Rinse." I did so and then followed him out to the kitchen and put my sportsbottle into the dishwasher. "All right, Dad will be here soon, I have some work to do. Would you rather wait in my office or should I put you in your cage?" Master said coldly as we walked. It was a false choice. He offered them often. I knew better than to choose one. "Wherever you wish me to be, Master," I said, following behind him. "Good boy, for a straight boy thug you sure are taking to being a fagslave quite quickly," Master laughed as he pushed open a large set of doors that led into a library. There was a huge oak desk with a computer, phone, office set-up. Behind that was a wall of windows looking out over the lake. I saw a flock of brown birds flying across the sky and a family out in their speedboat cruising over the blue waves. I was caught daydreaming again and Master shoved me forward. He pushed me behind his desk and then pushed on the top of my head, "Down," I knelt by his shoes and lowered my head. "Crawl in there, you can wait until Dad comes for your inspection." Master snapped and pointed under his desk. I crawled all the way to the back and he sat in his tall leather, rolling chair and slid it under the desk. I was pinned between his feet and the dark wood of the desk. I squirmed, trying to sit down. When I moved too much, I got a swift kick from Master's shoe. I didn't want him to tie me up again, so I held still as Master's computer came to life above me. I head him click around and type some things. He made a few phone calls and I rested my head against his leg. I think his business had something to do with building. He talked about payments and schedules and "breaking ground." His business persona was as brusque and bullish as his slave training. He ended phone calls with phrases like "Make it happen." I closed my eyes as I settled down between his legs, letting my head rest against his thigh. Master wasn't about to let me sleep though. He kicked at me every few minutes and occasionally pushed my head off his thigh. "Sit up," he barked. I raised my head and a yawn escaped me. "Oh are you bored down there? I have a cock you can suck if this isn't stimulating enough for you," he threatened. "Sorry Master, I will not bother you sir," I said meekly. The thought of that huge cock shoved down my throat chilled me. It was another 20 minutes, maybe an hour (time had lost meaning at this point) when I heard the dogs barking and someone call out "Aaron?" in a voice that sounded like a well-aged version of Master's. "In here Dad," Master called out and slid his chair back. Master yanked me out from under the desk by my arm and pulled me up to my feet. I lowered my head and stared at the floor as I heard footsteps approach. "Aaron, what the fuck is this? You just let him stand around freely?" The voice said with sharp disapproval. "He should have been tied and hooded by the front door. Did you buy a slave or a houseboy?" "Nice to see you too, Dad," Master said sarcastically. He shoved me forward and I watched two strong arms reach for me. "All right, I'm just saying. You don't want a repeat of that Latino slave you bought four years ago. You ruined that boy and had to sell him back to the state after only a month. You need productive slaves, not bedroom toys," Master's father said with disgust. "Enough," Master said. "Well anyways, I brought you back the other one. He finished his projects already and I don't need him." Master's father said and snapped his fingers. A man emerged from behind him carrying a leather bag. He was almost as tall as Master and no less strong. He was probably in his mid-20s and very athletic. He had pale skin with a smattering of dark freckles over his chest. His head was bowed, exposing a nearly shaved head of red hair. He raised his head slightly and a pair of smoldering green eyes sized me up. His pink lips puckered into sheer hatred and jealousy. I quickly looked down at my feet. I watched as the other slave passed me, pausing to pull off his tight green jockstrap. He set the black bag in front of Master's father. He knelt beside me and shoved the jock into his mouth. I looked down his chest to see shaved pubes around a six-inch soft cock over a heavy set of balls that were pulled down by an inch wide metal ring. His arms crossed behind him, I felt his hateful glare on my toes. Perhaps he thought I was his replacement. I watched Master's hand appear on the back of his head and pet the slave affectionately. "Well, let's not waste the day," Master's father said. He reached for me and pulled me against his side. He had on a dark business suit and blue silk tie. "I'll give him a check-up and then I have to head to an appointment in Aspindale." Master's father shoved the leather bag into my hands and pushed me back towards the door. I heard Master's footsteps follow us. "He'll be fine Aaron, I'm a doctor. You just get back to work." Master's father snarled. I heard Master stop and turn to his other slave. He told him to get the house in order and the red slave scrambled to his feet. He followed us out of the room and then I saw him disappear into the kitchen, the green jockstrap filling his mouth. Master's father pulled me into a guest bedroom and ordered me onto the bed on all fours. I did as told, setting the black bag on the bed beside me; his strong, warm hands rubbed over my back. "I'm Dr. Joseph Landry," he began, "Not that you need to know that. I'll ask you a few questions as we go, otherwise you will keep that mouth shut." His tone was threatening, but his seriousness put my mind at ease that he wouldn't be doing anything gay with me. Doctor moved in front of me and lifted my chin. He had a sharply angled face that matched his body. Not a trace of fat, this was a man who took care of himself. He looked only a few years older than Master, his short grey hair was the only sign of age. A set of warm blue eyes settled into mine with interest. He didn't have the slightest hint of smile, but I trusted him. Doctor pulled at my chin and opened my mouth; he peered in and then angled my head back, looking up my nose. "Good good," he grabbed a pad of paper from a desk in the corner and began making notes. Doctor pulled at my eyelids and pointed a bright flashlight at each eye. He made a few more notes and then turned my head. He looked into my ears and then scribbled something. Doctor pushed my head back down and then pushed on my chest, easing me back into an upright kneel. Doctor pulled a steel stethoscope from his bag and hooked it up to his ears. He put the other end to my chest and told me to breathe. He frowned at me as he listened. He slid it around to my back and listened again. Then he took let it drop to his chest and called "Aaron!" Master's frame soon filled the doorway. He leaned against it and crossed his arms. "Yeah?" "Are you still freezing the slaves? This one's got a cold coming on and you know I had to give a prescription to your other one a few months ago. He was near pneumonia. Would it kill you to throw a blanket over their cage at night?" Master rolled his eyes, "I raise the toughest slaves in East Texas, this isn't a hotel." "Yeah we'll see what happens when one finally dies on you." Doctor snarled. "We're almost done here, I reviewed his father's slave charts. He has a decent family health history. I'd recommend two slave rations a day and a third if you want to start him weightlifting. Your other one's benching almost as much as you, right?" "Almost," Master said disappointedly, "But I don't want this one getting too much weight on him. I'll keep him small and toned." "That sounds more like a toy than a slave. If you ask me, slaves should be as strong as you can get them, that other slave's a good workhorse." Doctor offered. "I didn't ask you," Master said flatly, "I'll get his body to where I want it. I heard his father continues in service after his sentence?" Master added hopefully. "Yes, I spoke with his owner yesterday to get the slave files. He signed over the money he earned to be able to stay on. But I don't know if this one will be so compliant. His father tested positive for the slave gene. This one hasn't been tested." Doctor responded. My ears perked up at this one. I'd never heard of a slave gene. Could my father really have it? Did that mean I would have it? The whole idea sounded crazy. He had to be making it up. It distracted me from noticing that Doctor had pushed me back into the doggie position and was wiggling the plug out of my ass. "You haven't used his hole yet, have you?" Doctor asked. "No, but I'll get there," Master assured. "Break him in first," Doctor noted as he wiggled a finger into me, "It's a tight fit, he's not fully developed yet like your other one." Doctor slid a second finger into me and rubbed it around like he was feeling for something. It didn't feel as scary as when Master had explored. Maybe I just knew his intentions were purely clinical. "I'd give him a little time to grow more before I got into anything too hard... If I were interested in your type of activities, that is," Doctor laughed. "He'll be fine Dad, I know what I'm doing," Master said impatiently. "The things you get into, Aaron," Doctor made a clicking sound with his tongue, "Well he feels ok in there, everything in order. Make sure to add vitamins to those slave rations. And for god's sake cover him up at night. Your other slave is used to it. You need to grow him strong so he'll be useful for more than... well that gay business." Master laughed at that. "Ok ok, you're right Dad. Once I break him of his straight side, I'll turn him into the workhorse my other slave is." Doctor gave my body a soft rub and then collected his things, putting the notes he had made into a folder that he left on the bedside table. When he'd left, Master put my plug back in and told me to go see what I could do to help the other slave with his house chores. I padded naked out of the room as Master went back into his office to work. I found other slave in the laundry room folding Master's clothes. "Hi," I smiled at him happily, "I'm Bryce." Red slave froze and turned to regard me with shock. He turned back to his pile of laundry and neatly finished the point on a shirt, then added it to a pile of other white t-shirts. "Um, I'm supposed to help you with things, Master..." the word stuck in my throat. I felt embarrassed using that word in front of another person, even if he was a naked slave with a collar that matched my own. I tried again, "Master said..." It felt a little easier. "I doubt you'll be much help," he mumbled and pushed past me with a stack of clean clothes. I followed him into Master's bedroom and into the closet as he began putting the clothes into the drawers. "I'm here to help, you don't have to be an asshole." I felt my straight boy street pride kicking in. "I don't know what your problem is but I'm trying to help so quit being a prick." Other slave didn't like my choice of words, he lunged at me, pinning me back against a cabinet. "Listen you little cocksucker. You don't come into MY house with MY Master and try to take MY place. Master may buy your pathetic little straight-boy front, but I'm not letting you walk in and take what's Mine..." He stopped at the throat clearing noise we heard from the doorway to the closet. Master filled the doorway, his arms crossed and eyes wide. "So this is your house, slut?" "I... I'm... um," Red slave sank to his knees, releasing me. "No no, don't let me interrupt. I do own the deed to this house and everything in it. I DO own two slaves and two dogs and a pretty nice set of cars. Oh and a boat too. But you were saying?" Master stared down at red slave who knelt in front of him, hanging his head. "I'm... I'm sorry Master. I... I lost myself to jealousy. I didn't mean what I said. I..." Red slave didn't get a chance to finish that sentence. Master hooked his finger into red slave's collar and lifted him to his feet. He dragged red slave out into the bedroom and then called over his shoulder or me to kneel and stay put. I fell to my knees, hung my head and didn't even think about moving. I'd gotten pissed at red slave, but the look in Master's eyes told me bad things were in store for him. I listened to hear what was happening, but didn't hear a thing. One of the dogs came in and sat next to me on the floor, putting his head against my thigh. I pet him and waited for Master to return. An hour later I was still there. By now I really had to pee. I wasn't even sure what time it was, maybe early afternoon. The house was still silent and the dog asleep with his head in my lap. I stayed kneeling, looking down at the floor. Master returned, looking a little cooled off. "I'm not happy with you either fucktoy," he shook his head. "You were told to help him, not talk to him. Slaves don't normally shoot the shit while working. That's not your purpose." Master squatted down in front of me. He hooked a finger under my chin and raised my eyes to his. I closed them before our eyes met. "Well looks like he didn't do any damage, but you two better learn to get along. Fucking worse than the dogs," Master lowered his finger to my collar and lifted me up to my feet. "I think I'd better just put you two away for the day so I can finish my work and get some fucking peace and quiet in MY FUCKING HOUSE," Master dragged me from the room and across the kitchen. He unbolted the doors to the slave quarters and tossed me inside, slamming the door behind me and locking it. The room was completely black and I fumbled for the light pull. I found it and pulled, sending a few flickers from the bulb over me. When I saw the room lit, I found what had happened to red slave. I backed up until I hit the wall. I'd never seen a dude like that. Red slave was crumpled in the corner, no marks on his body, but he had thick white ropes binding every moveable part. He was sitting on the mattress, leaned against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest. His arms were at his side, his wrists bound to his ankles. His knees were bound to his chest and a very tight set of knots yanked his balls and cock up towards his neck. Around his mouth was a thick black collar with the end of a red plug sticking out. Red slave looked over at me with a glare. He blamed me for this. Here I was upsetting his world. He had been king of the trash heap. Well guess what? I didn't choose to come here. I told him that. "Look asshole, I didn't choose to come here and upset your little world. I honestly thought I'd be working as a house slave for some family or old couple. Maybe I'd make food and vacuum and do laundry. I never imagined I'd be in this fucked up of a situation. But here I am." All he did was shake his head no and mumble something around his gag. This wasn't going to be one of those movies where we eventually bonded after beating each others' asses. I sighed and went to piss. Please email me with comments so I know whether or not to keep writing this. I'm especially interested in hearing from subs or guys who want to be subs. Thanks, Mase. ********************************************** Chapter 3.... No ideas yet. Maybe you have some?