Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2009 19:41:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mason <masecam@yahoo.com>
Subject: Property of the State Chapter Five

Warning: The following story has consensual sex between males over the age
of 18. If you're not supposed to be reading it, please don't.


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Over the next few days I worked hard to learn my father's style of running
Master's house. He had higher expectations than Gabe and I often found
myself nearly falling asleep during Master's nightly playtime. Master was
pleased with the results and pleased with dad's style. Dad was even
assisting Master in his business ventures and helping improve efficiency.

Since the first night dad had shown Master his special sexual skills,
Master had become somewhat obsessed with dad's holes. Often, while
vacuuming or putting away laundry, I found Master at his desk or on the
couch with dad between his legs or bouncing happily in his lap. I started
having weird feelings of jealousy inside me. Master still hadn't taken my
hole and now I found myself longing for it.

I know that sounds weird and I'm still not a queer, but I was feeling left
out as I focused more on Master's house than his physical needs. I know
dad's doing this to keep me from the humiliation of having a man inside
me. I know he's protecting me.  I'm just not used to being overlooked.

Dad makes sure to include me every night in Master's playtime. I didn't
understand it at first. The second night he took Master's cock, Master sent
me to the slave's quarters, but dad persuaded him that I should keep
learning how to service Master's needs. Master agreed and had me again
kneeling beside them on the bed with his fingers probing me roughly as dad
gave him a ferocious oral and anal show.

When Master finished, he had us clean him in the shower and then snuggle in
with him for a second night. The next morning, while kneeling side by side
on the kitchen floor, dad explained that if I weren't included, I'd end up
sleeping alone on the frozen mattress of the slave's quarters.

The night before Gabe came home I thought Master might finally take me. He
was dripping sweat from the rough sex with dad and his cock was still hard
after it slid out of dad's hole. He slipped his fingers out of my hole and
rubbed up my back gently, then pushed me forward. He pushed my head down on
his cock and I felt the spent cum rub against my tongue and fresh cum
building in Master's shaft.

I squirmed but didn't struggle. He'd opened my hole up enough, I thought,
"This is it!" I felt my heart race, but Master didn't seem interested in my
hole, he just held tightly to my skull as he fucked deep into my throat.

"Oh fuck yeah, take that cock, fucktoy," Master growled. I looked up and
saw my father watching as his son's mouth was rough fucked by the Master
they both served.  Dad nodded and had a slight smile. He was proud of the
way I took Master's cock with so little struggle. My eyes bulged as I felt
the lack of oxygen my lungs required. I remembered to breath through my
nose as Master buried it in his sweaty pubes. I felt Master's nuts smack
against my chin as he pushed me deeper onto his cock.

"MMMMM fuck yeah," Master began to buck his hips faster, his cock pulsing
in and out of me.  I felt tears welling up in my eyes from the pressure and
my breathing sped up, a little snot dripping from my nose.

"MMMM MMMM OHHH OHHH UHHHHH," Master unleashed a fresh load down my throat,
thick and slimy. I swallowed around his shaft to keep it moving down
towards my tummy. I felt my heart sank as cum slid past it inside me. He
wasn't going to fuck me.  I'd failed again.

Master fucked my mouth for another minute as I drained the rest of his cum
from the thick, veiny shaft. I felt it settle down in my tummy along with
the slave chow dinner. I sighed as he slid out of me and then pulled me up
to his chest.

Master snuggled me into his side and kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you, Master," I said dejectedly. He was too much in recovery to
notice my disappointment. Master's hand found dad's neck and he brought him
down to his other side. I looked over at a very pleased and proud
father. He saw the look in my eyes and furrowed his brow.

I mouthed, "No fuck," and he shook his head, mouthing back, "good boy."

Master rubbed our backs and recovered his breath. He took us to his shower
and had us kneel before him as he soaped off. He had us take the suds that
slid down his tummy and wash ourselves from below the hot stream. Dad took
the soap when Master had finished his chest and back and used it to soap up
Master's nuts and shaft. He slid the soap under Master and cleaned his
hole, and then gave it a kiss after rinsing.

I worked on Master's legs and feet and then we got out and dried off.

The next morning, after workouts and hole inspection, Master went over our
day's chores as we knelt beside him at breakfast.

"As you both know, Gabe is coming home tonight," Master said as he set his
coffee cup down on the counter. "Since the reports indicate Gabe did well
in his retraining, I'm inviting a few friends over. At 3, the grocery
delivery will be here with food and I expect everything prepared and ready
before 7 when the guests begin to arrive. Another delivery should be coming
before then with your costumes for tonight. I expect nothing but the best
from you both," Master yanked dad up by the collar and said this last
sentence with a threatening tone.

"Of course Master, only the best for you sir," dad said with urgency.

Master disappeared into his office and dad began rushing around giving me
orders. By the time the doorbell rang at 3 we had everything in place. The
postman delivered a box that looked too small for costumes, but dad didn't
seem to worry. He hurried the box into Master and then came back to begin
organizing the food. We worked side-by-side chopping and cooking in
silence. Master didn't like noise while he worked and he didn't like his
slaves socializing while they worked.

At 6:30, Master told us to clean off and take out our plugs and present on
his bed in ten minutes. Dad and I scrambled into the shower in the slave's
quarters. I felt a rush of excitement that Gabe would be returning and I
had extreme curiosity to find out what retraining entailed.

We were dried and ready on Master's bed with thirty seconds to spare. I was
on all fours next to dad who was in the same position, both of us facing
Master's bathroom door as he took his time in the shower. I saw the box
that had been delivered earlier waiting atop the dresser, it's cardboard
flaps opened towards the ceiling.

Master came out a few minutes later with a towel around his neck, his
massive cock swinging between his muscled thighs. He moved about the room
rubbing the towel over his hair and digging for a pair of boxers in the
dresser. He slipped them on and then brought the box over towards us.

"Ok, these are for you," he said pulling out a white mesh see-through
jockstrap and a white silk necktie. "And these are yours," he pulled out a
matching costume for daddy. "Get to it," He set the box down and I heard
something inside rattle.

Dad and I got up and slipped on the jockstraps, they were completely see
through so our nuts and cocks were on display. I'd left modesty a few weeks
back, but the pouch pulled the cock and balls away from the body and
displayed them. Dad adjusted his cock so it went down between the nuts and
tucked underneath. I did the same with mine. Dad tied on his necktie with
perfect, crisp points. He helped me adjust mine and soon we were ready.

Master emerged from his closet with a tight v-neck black t-shirt and dark,
expensive jeans. He came over and inspected us as we knelt on the
comforter. Master grasped my jock pouch and pulled it away from my body. I
inhaled sharply as he twisted my package roughly. He let go and then
swatted at it causing me to whine and jump back.

"Always best when they're a little swollen," Master said as he smacked my
package again. He gave one more swat and my eyes teared up. I knew better
than to crawl away from him, but he didn't seem to mind my whine. Master
smirked and put his hand to my cheek, rubbing his thumb to collect the few
tears that began to roll. He brought his wet thumb to my lips and I licked
away the salty tears.

"That cute little face will only get you by in life for so long," Master
noted with a hard laugh. He moved to dad and did the same. Dad kept his
composure and said, "Thank you Master, Sir," every time his balls received
a smack. Master nodded approvingly and twisted dad's nipples in painful
circles. Dad squirmed slightly, but thanked Master for his touch.

Master had us bend over back into the dog position and rummaged around in
the box, pulling out two small wrapped boxes. He opened them and pulled out
white hole plugs. He turned the base of each until they made clicking
sounds. He put one in each of our mouths and then pulled out two small
remotes. He tossed one on the comforter between my legs and held the other
one towards us. He gave a flick of his wrist and the plug in my mouth
roared to life with painful shocks.

My tongue zapped and I cried out, the plug fell down in front of me. I
crawled backwards away from the plug and saw dad had kept his in his mouth
and was giving me a very annoyed "grow up" sort of look.

Master grabbed me by the tie and yanked me towards him and brought his face
to mine.

"Did Master give you a gift?" he barked.

I nodded, "Yes, Master sir," my tongue felt slightly swollen and I stumbled
over the words.

"And why have you spit it out?"

"I... I...  sorry Master," I lowered my head and took the plug by my lips
and let it slide back into my mouth.

Master let go of my tie and pet the back of my head and then pushed the
button on the remote again sending a painful zap through my tongue. I kept
hold of the plug this time. Master pet my head softly.

"That stays where I put it, are we understood?" Master barked.

I nodded my head, knowing I shouldn't talk with my mouth full.

Master took the plug from dad's mouth and lubed it up; then slipped it into
his hole.  Master took mine and did the same. I wiggled my ass, remembering
the pain it had given me in my other hole.

"Now, when I need you, or you are displeasing me, you will receive a
shock. The remote obviously works for both plugs," Master laughed and
thumped me playfully on the forehead. "So you will work together or both be
punished. Those have three settings and your little slut tongues only got
the first level."

Dad nodded and thanked Master.

The doorbell interrupted us and Master nodded for dad to go and get it. I
stayed on the bed as Master went and pulled a pair of black socks from his
dresser. He snapped his fingers and tossed them at me and then sat down. I
got down to the floor and put them on him and then went to bring his black
leather boots. I tied them and then pulled the jeans down over the
tops. Master stood up and kicked at me lightly. He grabbed my tie and
pulled it behind me and then had me crawl along the floor next to him as we
went out to greet the guests.

There were two muscular men in jeans and nice shirts waiting in the living
room. Each looked to be in his early 30's, tanned and taken care of. Behind
each was his accompanying slave. I didn't recognize the men. Dad rushed in
beside Master and knelt before the men, handing each of them an ice-cold
beer bottle. When they'd taken the drinks, dad bowed and went to kneel
beside Master.

Master grabbed dad's tie and roughly pulled us through to the living room
and had us kneel beside Master's oversized leather chair. He greeted the
men and they sat on the couches, their slaves kneeling beside them. Master
snapped and dad got to his feet and went to bring in trays of
appetizers. He set them on the coffee table and the men's slaves went to
bring food for their Masters.

The older Master, maybe 34, had a light-skinned Latino slave who was
probably in his mid-20's. He had a hard body; thin but muscled. His green
eyes stood out from his olive skin, his face framed with short cut black
hair and a light dusting of stubble around his lips and chin. The younger
Master, with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, had a pale white muscled
slave. The slave might have been taller than his Master. He looked to be in
his mid-30's, dark shaved hair with large brown eyes. He had a slight smile
as he looked adoringly over his Master.  I was betting he was older than
his Master, but looked after him like a lost puppy.

I was lost in the scene when the doorbell brought me back to
reality. Master yanked me up to my feet by the white, silk tie and swatted
harshly on my plug to point me towards the door. Dad had gone to bring in
napkins and a beer for Master. I quickly made my way to the door and opened
it to a dark Latino man in his early 40's. He pushed past me without a word
and made his way towards the living room, pulling a young white slave
behind him by a leash.

The slave was a good 8 inches shorter than his Master and tried to keep
up. He had a gag in his mouth and his wrists were bound in front of him
with leather cuffs. His thick leather leash had silver rings around it, one
hooked to the leash his Master held.

The Master yanked him harshly along and then pulled it down to the floor
when he got to the empty couch by the fireplace. The slave fell onto his
knees and looked up at the Master with fear and anger.

"Oh, you brought the new one, Pete," Master said with a big smile towards
his new guest.

"Yes," The Latino Master said without an accent, "He peed against a tree
before we came in, so he should be good for the evening. He's a lot more
trouble than he's worth. Still insists he's straight... It was rough taking
his cherry that first night, and I've had him gagged ever since. Lousy fag
slave..." The Master rolled his eyes and then smiled and grabbed a few
crackers and cheese off of a tray.

"Oh, this one was pretty bad too when I got him, but he's been broken in
quite easily," Master smiled and pulled me to his side and then down into
his lap. "Now he's just a good little bottom slut," Master flipped me over
and wiggled the plug in my ass. "Aren't you, fucktoy?"

"Yes Master," I said through gritted teeth, feeling my face flush red with
humiliation.

Master pushed me off his lap and yanked my tie so I went to his side. I
scrambled into kneeling position.

The men made small talk as they worked through the appetizer trays and the
many bottles of beer dad kept bringing in. Dad stopped and waited for a
break in conversation before asking the men how they liked their hamburgers
cooked. He noted it all on a little pad of sticky notes and then retreated
to the kitchen, leaving me kneeling and head bowed at Master's side.

About an hour later, I heard the dogs barking as a car pulled up in front
of the house.  My ears perked up in anticipation, hoping it was Gabe. I
felt my heart racing as I heard a car door slam. I knew the doorbell would
soon ring, so I started to rise to my feet. Mistake.

I felt a sharp jolt through my ass and heard dad drop a bottle opener
against the kitchen counter. I quickly sank back to my knees. As I felt the
cold hardwood against my knees, the jolt stopped. I shook my head, hearing
ringing in my ears.

"Did I give an order?" Master said over my head.

"No Master, I am sorry sir," I sniffled back a tear, feeling a sharp
tension in my back as my body recovered.

And then the doorbell rang. Master snapped, but I was a little cloudy. I
held position until he growled in a low voice, "Get the door, fucktoy."

"Yes Master," I got to my feet and went to open the door. Gabe was dressed
in a crisp black button up shirt and black pants with black leather
shoes. The top two buttons undone showed a smattering of newly sprouting
chest hair. He was tanned and his red hair had turned into a healthy
auburn. He considered me for a second and then pushed past me and went to
the living room.

I turned and watched Master rise and walk towards Gabe. Gabe began to sink
to his knees but Master put his hand out and waved him up. He walked a slow
appraising circle around Gabe and then pulled him in for a hug. Master
leaned into Gabe and their mouths locked together in a solid, passionate
kiss. Master's arms slid up Gabe's back and rubbed over his shoulders. One
hand locked onto the back of his neck, not in a grab, but a soft
stroke. They were all hands on deck, a deep love settled over them like a
fog.

"I missed you, my love," Master said as they broke the kiss, but held each
other tightly.  Gabe lowered his head and began to sniffle.

"I... I missed you so much Master," Gabe began in an emotional voice.

"Mister, you may call me Mister Landry. Once you are fully a free man,
you'll call me Aaron... should you choose the life of a free man." Master
stepped back and let his hands slide down Gabe's arms, holding firmly to
his fading slave.

Gabe lowered his head.

"Come, sit, would you like a beer?" Master extended his arm toward the
couch, "I know we all want to hear of your retraining."

"Thank you Ma...Mister Landry," Gabe made his way over to the couch and sat
next to the Latino Master who was preoccupied with forcing his slave into a
proper kneel.

"I... I don't remember much. The first night they fed us and then I had to
meet with a psychologist. He only spent about fifteen minutes with me and
then wrote something in my file. He shook his head like I'd disappointed
him and then I was sent to my room. It was amazing! A beautiful hotel room
with large windows looking over Austin. I didn't really know what to do
with myself, the itenerary said I was to report to the San Marcos room at
8:30. So... I went to sleep."

The Masters were on the edges of their seats, even dad was at full
attention since they hadn't really had retraining when he'd finished his
sentence. Master stroke my head lazily and scratched behind my ears. I
strained to listen, but Master's soothing touch was pleasantly distracting.

"A guard met me the next morning at my door about 8. He said I was a plan B
and took me down to a police car that took me to a clinic. A doctor was
running all of these tests and then he gave me a few pills and a bottle of
water. He told me to take them and lay down on the exam table. He turned
off the lights and that was all I remember until yesterday when I woke up
back in the hotel room. A guard took me to the therapist again and this
time he talked to me for a few hours."

The Masters were all ears at this. What had happened to Gabe? The
retraining process was a state secret. No one was sure what happened there,
but in a week the slaves were retrained to undo the submissive nature
they'd learned over the years of their sentences, but keep the discipline
and work ethic they'd acquired. Most of them went on to be successful
businessmen and productive citizens.

"Something began to change in me. I learned that my submissiveness was a
success of the program and taught me how to be a real man. After that, I
had a night session with a career counselor and then this morning I met
with him again. I have options now and I..." Gabe turned towards Master and
lowered his head.

"You wish to be a free man?" Master said more as fact than question.

Gabe didn't look up, but he nodded, "I don't want to disappoint you
sir. You have given me the greatest gift one could hope for but knows he
does not deserve."

"I'm proud of you," Master rose and went to squat in front of Gabe. He took
his hands and lifted his chin so their eyes met. "You are my best
accomplishment and I love you."

Dad brought Gabe his dinner and the Masters kept plying him with questions
about his retraining. He just didn't remember anymore. The men drank and
talked and then, as the night grew dark, went home dragging their sleepy
slaves behind them.

Dad and I scrambled about the house cleaning up and recycling the
bottles. Master and Gabe began to talk of serious things. Without the talk
of his retraining and with the other Masters out of the house, Gabe was
beginning to feel at home and speak with confidence. The retraining had
changed him. He was tanned and handsome. His straight posture, clothed
figure and squared shoulders lent dignity to his presence. He sill hadn't
looked at me.

"Your parents have given me a good chunk of money to start you off in
life," Master commented. "I'd like you to stay here and I'll help you start
off investments and business. You can work for me and learn the ropes. Once
you get everything going, you can look for a house. Would you like that?"

"I... of course Mister Landry," a large smile broke over Gabe's face, he
looked up at Master with gratitude but less adoration. "Thank you sir," he
said honestly.

"I could use the help and I know you'll make a good intern. This will help
branch out my business. It's getting too big for one man to manage. You've
spent years assisting me, no one knows it better." Master said.

"Thank you Sir.

"I also have a gift for you as you become a full man." Master snapped his
fingers towards me and then dad. I froze with a handful of bottles as dad
eyed us from the kitchen bar. I set the bottles down and went to Master's
side. Master pulled me down into his lap and cradled me against his
chest. Dad had set his things down and came to kneel at Master's side.

"A good businessman will need a good slave to keep his needs met. As my
intern, you will receive a company slave. I will buy him, but you will
choose. I will retain control over my property, but a slave will be yours
to use until you get on your own." Master said.

"That's...  too generous Mr. Landry. A new slave can cost over 100,000,
maybe an older slave?" Gabe offered and leaned back, crossing his legs as
though hashing out logistics with an equal.

Master noted his confidence and spoke to him as he would another Master. We
certainly all knew whose house we were in, but Master was indulging, even
encouraging Gabe's slight arrogance. I didn't understand it. He certainly
didn't care for mine...

"Well it will be a company investment. Now, I have a choice for you."
Master stroked my bicep as he spoke.

Gabe perked up and cocked his head in anticipation.

"I have the catalog of the new slaves coming up for auction. Or you can
choose the slave you trained." Master offered.

Gabe finally looked at me. I lowered my eyes since Master treated him as an
equal.

"You mean...." Gabe kept his eyes on me.

"Yes, or you can..." Master began.

"Him," Gabe cut off Master with assurance. He pointed at me and smiled.

"You don't want to browse the others? I saw a very cute boy from Victoria,
barely 18 and they have a very good selection this month," Master picked a
magazine from the coffee table, "Black, Asian, Latino, you could have your
choice. A few are gang members, it's always fun to break them in."

"Bryce would be my choice," Gabe said, shaking his head a little too
eagerly.

I looked over at dad who was kneeling next to Master and considering me
with worry. Was Master offering to give me away? I felt my body tense up
and my heart pound.  What? Could he do that?

I mouthed to dad, "can he?" Dad nodded and turned his eyes down, trying to
give me a last minute look of confidence to say, "this is good." It was too
late and I looked over at Gabe who eyed me hungrily.

"You two bonded quickly when he came here, so I'm not surprised. I also
saved you the greatest joy a Master can find in a new purchase. His cherry
is yours for the picking." Master said sliding his hand down my arm and
across my bottom.

Gabe licked his lips as he watched me. Master gave the plug in my hole a
casual turn and I squirmed in fear. It was one thing to submit to my Master
and accept his cock.  To submit to an intern who was a slave just a week
ago? That was unacceptable.  I felt my pride flare up and tell me I
deserved better. I didn't...

Master began to stand up, picking me up against his chest. I slipped my
arms around his neck and pushed my face into his chest as he carried me
across the living room. I wanted to plead with him, tell him I'd gladly
take his cock. Dad's reassuring nod from behind Master's back reminded me
that choice was a lifetime ago. I sank into his grip and nuzzled my nose
into his warm chest. Master stroked my back lightly.

Master set me down in Gabe's lap, whose warm arms slid around me and held
me against his chest. Master sat beside Gabe and slid his arm around Gabe's
shoulders. Gabe leaned down and kissed the top of my head as Master slipped
the remote to my collar out of his pocket.

"I don't use this enough, give it a try." Master handed Gabe the remote and
Gabe pushed the button sending my neck into a forgotten frenzy.

"ahhhh!!" I cried out and Master and Gabe laughed together at a newly
shared experience.

"You can break him in tonight if you're not too tired." Master offered. I
felt Gabe's chin scrape against my head as he nodded over me.

"Thank you Mister Landry," Gabe's hand wandered down to my plug and he
began to spin it as Master liked to do when a slave presented in his lap.

"I would like to film it thought, a few associates have paid me well to be
able to view his first time. It's always hot, especially when they fight
it." Master said and then gave Gabe a warm kiss.

"Of course, you're the boss," Gabe laughed.

Master gave dad orders to finish cleaning up from the party and then Gabe
carried me off to Master's bed with Master behind us.

Master moved about the room setting up his laptop, a webcam and then
getting a camcorder from his closet.

"Should we gag him for this?" Gabe asked.

"Nah, he makes the cutest noises once he gets going. Plus the guys will
want to hear him cry." Master shrugged and began hooking up cords.

"I've got a fixed shot with the webcam and then I'll get the close-ups with
camcorder and then edit them together." Master smiled as Gabe laid me down
on the bed.

"Please Master, I'll let you fuck me, but not him. Please," I started to
cry out.

"You won't `let' me do anything. Master does as he pleases and you do as
Master pleases," Master chuckled at my naivety.

"Oh you know you'll be begging for this cock once it gets in you," Gabe
smirked and started to unbutton his shirt.

I squirmed on the bed, scooting back towards the pillows. I felt panic
build inside me along with a little embarrassment as Master came at me with
the cam.

"So you're about to lose your cherry, fucktoy. Any words for the audience?"
Master asked calmly.

"Please don't make me do this, Master. I'll do anything you want. I promise
I'll be better." I begged, knowing he was waiting for the tears to start.

"You know how hard you cum when Master works his fingers into that
sluthole?" Master asked, "Well this will be even better. Trust me, you're a
born bottom slut."

Gabe slipped off his pants and stood next to me in a pair of black silk
boxers.  Master panned the camera over his body and tweaked his nipple.

"This is Gabe and he's going to break in our little slut slave here,"
Master introduced Gabe as the camera panned up to his face.

Gabe waved and smiled for the camera. He slid a hand down his chest which
was beginning to sprout red hair as he no longer had to keep his body
clean-shaven. Gabe slid his hand down into his boxers and began to work his
cock. I watched his package fill out as his breathing picked up.

Gabe reached over to me with his free hand and pulled me by the collar
until my face was buried in his crotch.

"You taste that, fucktoy? That's going to be your reward from your new
Master," Master encouraged. He reached forward and grasped Gabe's cloth
covered cock and pumped it lightly, swinging it against my cheek.

"Stick out that tongue for new Master," Master said and he slipped down the
waistband of Gabe's boxers.

I shook my head and kept my mouth closed. I could smell Gabe's ripe
cock. He probably hadn't showered since this morning when he left
retraining. I winced at what was to come.

Master smacked at my cheek with Gabe's hardening shaft. Gabe pushed my head
up against it and the cock slithered across my lips.

"Please sir, Please don't make me suck his cock. I'll suck Master's cock. I
promise I'll do it like you like it." I begged. Gabe smacked me on the back
of the head at this rejection.

"You could have had this nicely, fucktoy, but if you want it rough I can do
that too."  Gabe pushed me away from him and then grabbed at my jockstrap
and pulled my ass towards him. He brought his hand down on my ass with a
smack and I felt a pain shoot through me as he made contact with the plug.

Gabe put both hands on the band of my jockstrap and got up behind me. I
felt his hard cock against my cheeks. He smacked at my ass cheeks harder
than Master usually did.

"Nooooo.  Please Gabe. No."

"WHAT'S MY NAME, fucktoy?" Gabe demanded angrily, bringing his hand down
with each syllable to deepen the red marks on my ass.

"Master Gabe, sir." I sniffled back a few tears as he continued beating my
ass with his hand. Master moved in front of me with the camera, zooming in
on my red and tear-streaked face.

"And what do you say when Master Gabe offers you his cock?" Gabe demanded.

"Thank you sir, I do not deserve it." I whined, hoping he'd stop hitting my
ass.

With those words I felt a change in me. Maybe he wasn't just an intern and
I could serve him as I did Master. The harder he was on me the more I felt
like he was worthy of being my Master. I still felt shame at not having
Master's cock inside me first, but I knew I had no choice in it.

"And what do you do when Master Gabe presents his cock to you?" Gabe
growled.

"I give it the proper worship it deserves," I sniffled, feeling a little
snot dribble down to my lip.

Gabe rubbed my ass soothingly. "Whose hole is this?" Gabe leaned over me
and whispered against my ear.

"Your hole Master Sir." I sniffed, feeling his hot breath rush across my
neck.

Gabe slid his arms around me and I felt his thick shaft rub over my
cheeks. He bucked his hips gently, sliding his cock across my back as his
hands found my nipples and twisted them.

Master had the camera inches from my face but began to back away to capture
the scene ad Gabe nibbled on my neck. The tears stopped but I was still
sniffling and red.  My body began to yield to his touch and my back relaxed
as he pulled me against his chest; his hard cock sliding up and down my
back as he worked it up to full strength.

Master Gabe kissed softly down the back of my neck and then down my
back. He backed off of me and wiggled the plug in my hole. I wanted to
fight it, but my ass still stung from my last resistance.

Master Gabe pulled the plug out of me with a pop and set it in the small of
my back. It was warm and slimy. He slipped two fingers into me and worked
them roughly. It wasn't the mature touch Master always gave me, but Gabe
was making a point of owning his hole.

I squirmed uncomfortably as he stretched the ring. I should have been
grateful he was giving me this courtesy, but I started whining
uncomfortably and crawling away from his hand. I felt the plug slide off my
back and heard it land against the comforter.

Master Gabe put his free hand around my soft cock and balls and squeezed
them tightly, pulling me back to him. I quickly moved my legs back to ease
the tension.

"Where you going, fucktoy?" Gabe growled as he yanked hard on my nuts.

"AHHHH Please sir," I whined, my voice going up an octave.

Master Gabe let go and picked up something off the side table that sounded
heavy. I didn't dare look behind me. Master moved around in front of us
with the camera to catch my face.

"You will learn to stay where I put you," Master Gabe said fiercely. I felt
something heavy and wooden come crashing into my ass cheek with a "smack."
My body lurched forward as I felt the sting slide through me.

"UHHHH!! No please Master Gabe, I'll take your cock, I will!" I begged as
it made it's second strike. I fell forward, my head against the
comforter. Tears rolled down my cheek as Master stood a few feet in front
of me holding the camcorder in one hand and giving a thumbs up with the
other.

"Smack," I felt my body lurch forward a few inches and then Master Gabe's
fingers slide over the back of my neck. He pulled me back up into kneeling
position.

"I said you will learn to stay where I put you, fucktoy," Master Gabe said,
punctuating every third syllable with a smack of the paddle. I felt my ass
grow warm and my skin rise up in striped welts.

"Yes sir, please sir, please fuck me," I was begging for Master Gabe's cock
in me so that he'd stop the paddling. I knew in my heart that I had earned
this paddling. By now I knew the consequence of rejecting a Master's
orders. It was my stupid hetero-arrogance that led me to this.

The paddle stopped and I felt the cool wood slide over my ass gently. He
traced it in crazy eights across my cheeks. The wood made a gentle contact
with the stripes it had produced. I calmed down enough to feel my hear
beating solidly in my ears. My red, soggy face looked up at Master holding
the camcorder. I sniffled back a fresh line of snot and then hung my head
in shame.

I heard Master Gabe set the paddle down again on the side table and then
felt his warm hands caress my ass. I sighed at his touch then winced as his
fingers traced over the paddle stripes. It would be days before I could lie
on my back without pain. It was a lesson I would remember.

Master Gabe leaned into my back and rubbed his arms over my chest again. I
felt his hard cock slide over my hole and bump along the line up to my
lower back. His warm breath caught my ear before I felt his lips nibble on
them playfully.

"You ready now, fucktoy?" He asked a little too gently. I nodded furiously,
as his lips brushed my ear.

"Y...Yes sir, Master," I sniffled back the leftover tears and submitted to
his touch.

"You want my cock inside you, fucktoy?" He said a little louder so the
camcorder could catch it.

"Yes sir, Master," I whined, hanging my head.

Master Gabe's hand slid up my throat and raised my head so I was eye to eye
with the camcorder. "What do you want, fucktoy?"

"I... I want you to fuck me sir," It was a partial lie, but I knew it was
inevitable and I really wanted to go curl up in the slave's quarters and
let my ass recover.  "Please fuck me Master," I whined for good measure and
wiggled my ass against his hanging nuts.

Master Gabe rose up off of me and then positioned his tip against my
hole. He rubbed it in a slow circle around the ring to taunt me. I
whimpered for the camcorder, unsure how it would feel.

My uncertainty didn't last for long. Master Gabe and the plug had me
stretched enough to allow his tip to pop into me with minimal resistance. I
winced and made an "ahhhhh!" as I felt him invade me. He wasn't nice or
gentle about it, Master Gabe was aiming to claim his prize quickly.

He slid into me a few inches and I felt myself fill like a balloon. I felt
my heart racing and my face flushed. Who thought this was a good idea? I
squirmed but I stayed in place; the stripes on my ass served as ample
reminder that Master Gabe meant what he said.

"AHHHH PLEASE Master, please." I begged as he slid into me a few more
inches. My ass was stretched to new width as his thick hard shaft made it's
way towards my special spot.

He mistook my pleas, or was being sarcastic. "Yeah, little bottom bitch
likes it, eh?"

Master chuckled from behind the camcorder as he moved around me to see
Master Gabe's triumphant entry. "Yeah pound that hole, Gabe."

Master Gabe slid into me in one painful lurch. His hips grinding against my
ass rubbed against the stripes the paddle had left me. It distracted me
momentarily from the cock invading my hole. And then, Master Gabe hit the
spot, again and again.  He slid in and out and the tip rubbed over my spot
sending my cock into action and straining the white mesh pouch of the jock.

"AHHHH OH...  Uhhh," I fumbled through emotions as it slipped in and out of
me in a slow, firm rhythm.

"UHHH YEAHHHHH," I couldn't control the nonsense coming out of my mouth,
but it must have been good because Master quickly jumped back in front of
me to catch my reactions.

"OH yeah, fucktoy's liking this, aren't you slut?" Master Gabe grabbed a
fistful of the jock waistband and pulled me back onto his shaft.

"YESSSS Master sir, oh fuck yes," I cried out as I felt my eyes roll up
into my head.  "Please fuck me Master Sir," I begged shamelessly.

Master Gabe sped up his pounding of my hole, his body hunched over me, his
arms slipped over my chest and pulled harshly at my nipples. I inhaled
sharply as he went deeper into me, my cock sticking straight out, pulling
the white jock with it.

I arched my back as he pulled me up into a kneel, his teeth baring against
my neck as his fingers pinched my nipples. Master Gabe's sweat dripped down
my chest, rushing towards my rock hard shaft. He slid one hand down and
pulled at the band of my jock, freeing my grateful cock.

Master Gabe chewed my ear between his teeth as his hot ragged breath rushed
over my cheek.  He grabbed my cock and pumped it hard and then ground the
tip of it painfully against his palm. I cried out and jumped a little, but
then landed full force on his invading tool.

"Yeah fucktoy, ride Master's cock," Master Gabe encouraged. He knew I'd cum
from being fucked and he wasn't going to make it easy. His hand worked my
shaft and crumpled it between his fingers. He slid the other hand down to
my nuts and pulled them away from me, twisting them.

"Please Master!!!," I wasn't sure what I was pleading for. I was torn
between the incredible vibrations from my hole and the painful torture of
my cock that refused to go soft.

"Take Master's cock, fucktoy, beg for it!" Master Gabe hit the back of my
head with his chin so my face turned towards him. He locked his lips onto
mine and his tongue swirled around inside me. He pumped my cock playfully
while his other hand twisted my nuts and ground them in his palm.

"AHHHHH!  MMMM!" I mumbled around his tongue; feeling the odd mixture of
ecstasy and pain roll through my body.

Master Gabe pistoned his shaft, pinning my body in place against his
chest. He painfully rubbed my nuts in his palm as my shaft swung with every
inward stroke of his cock. I cried and whined in my tongue-stuffed mouth
but Master Gabe didn't relent. I felt the cum building up my shaft as he
let his other hand glide over it.

I felt my cock begin to tense up and Master Gabe kung fu gripped it and
tried to stop it from cumming but his pounding pushed it up my shaft and
sent it flying out over my chest.

I relaxed into his back with a "AHHHHHH THANK YOU MASTER!" Master Gabe gave
up on stopping me and began to pump my shaft fiercely. I sent shot after
shot of slave juice over my chest and even up to my cheek. My hole
tightened around Master Gabe's cock and I soon felt it tighten up and fill
me with his cum.

Something inside me felt intensely proud as he filled me with his cum. I
should have been disgusted, but he held onto me tightly and I felt his
heart beating fast against my back, his breath cascading down my chest as
he growled into my ear.

I felt proud because I'd done that to him. My body had made Master Gabe
happy and fulfilled. I closed my eyes and relaxed against his back as he
bucked his hips to milk the last of his juice into my wanting hole.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah," Master Gabe sighed into my cheek as he pressed his face
against mine, holding onto me tightly. His body relaxed and he laid back on
the bed, pulling me with him; his cock still stuffed securely inside me.

Master walked around us with the camcorder, zooming in on the white sludge
that coated my chest and tummy. He panned up to my face and I blinked
sleepily as I felt Master Gabe and my heartbeats slowly go back to normal.

I caught sight of dad crossing the room towards Master. He gave me a slight
smile and a nod of approval. I gave him a weak smile and pushed my cheek
into Master Gabe's chest. Dad went to Master's side as Master finished up
his shots. He whispered something to dad who nodded and went into Master's
bathroom. I heard the water running.

Master Gabe's heartbeat and breathing were still pounding as he sank back
into the pillows, "Ohhh fuck." He rubbed his arm over my chest and held me
with the other one. Within five beats of his heart, I'd closed my eyes and
fell into sleep.

I woke up as we sank into the warm bathtub, Master's cock still planted in
me, soft and squishy. He pulled me up off his cock and turned me around,
laying me against his chest. I felt his cum run out of me and get carried
away with the currents of the bath jets.

"Wake up fucktoy, I'm not your daddy here for bathtime," Master Gabe pushed
me down so my face went into the water. I sat up and knelt between his legs
as he spread them on either side of me. He handed me a bar of soap and I
reached for it. He pulled it back and then used a finger to pry my mouth
open.

"Let's see if we can't get that mouth clean," he smiled and brought the
soap to my lips. I started to pull away but then remembered the stripes on
my ass. I winced and closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, opening my
lips as wide as I could.

I waited for it, but he just slid the wet soap down my nose and laughed.
"Good boy," Master Gabe said and closed my lips with his fingers. I looked
up at his chest and caught a glimpse of his smile.

"A good slave is always ready to do what his Master asks, no matter how bad
it may seem." He patted me on the head and then pulled me back towards his
chest. He ran the soap up and down my back, over my shoulders, around my
arms and waist and chest. He washed me quickly and I had a flashback to our
days showering under the waterspout in the slave's quarters. I closed my
eyes and remembered how he'd held me at night and how much I really did
long for his touch.

Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad after all.

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