Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2007 04:40:21 +0000
From: Arron Santry <arron_shampoo@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Slave 2

This is a work of fiction, involving consentual submission between adults
over the age of 18. If you are offended, or not interested in this, please
leave now.  This story is my first ever, so feedback is very much
appreciated (mail it to arron_shampoo@hotmail.com), and also feel free to
contribute any ideas (the raunchier/kinkier the better). Enjoy!

He lifted me up again and led me across the room and down a flight of
stairs into a basement. Here the walls were bare plaster, and the floor was
metallic. The room housed an assortment of large metal and wood
contraptions, and on the walls hung various leather objects. In the centre
of the room was a worn double bed, decorated with dried on stains.

"Get on, pig." I was ordered, and with a hard push from behind, I did just
that....


Chapter 2


I fell onto the bed hard, and quickly turned to face my master. He pushed
me down so that I was laying on my back, and walked around to the side of
the bed where he put my left hand into a leather restraint, securing my
wrist to the old bed. He then walked around and did the same to my right
hand. The restraints were so tight that I couldn't move at all, barely able
to lift my head to watch my master walk back to the bottom of the bed. I
felt his hands run along my legs softly, up to my cock which he grabbed in
one hand. Immediately it sprang to life and he began to stroke it
slowly. His other hand cupped my balls and he suddenly began to slap them,
softly at first but growing harder and harder as he increased the pace of
the hand on my cock. I let out a soft moan in pleasure and pain, and my
master stopped.

"No coming yet, pig. You've got a long night ahead."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him walk over to the wall and pick up a
length of rope. He came back over to me and tied my feet together, binding
them with a tight knot. He then slung the rope over a hook hanging form the
cieling and hoisted my legs into the air so that they were lifted off the
bed, exposing my ass. He tied another knot to hold me in this position,
then picked a leather strap off the wall. Walking over to me, he held the
strap raised above his head, told me to count, then brought it down hard
into my soft ass. I was prepared for it, but underestimated how much it
would sting, and let out an involuntary yelp. Before Master could punish me
for it, I shouted out "one!" and braced myself for the next hit. This
ordeal continued til I counted to 20, by which time my ass was burning hot
and every hit made me convulse in pain. He walked over and hung up the
strap, picking up a small black object. As he walked past me again I saw
that it was a small black buttplug. He was lubing it up as he walked, and
when he reached my ass it was ready for entry. He pressed it to my lips,
and the cold lube soothed my burning cheeks, but my relief was short lived
as he drove it deep into my ass in one motion, ripping my virgin ass
apart. I managed to stifle my scream as Master continued to push and pull
the plug.

"From now on," he commanded, "you will keep this plug in your ass as long
as its not being used otherwise. If I catch you without it in, you will be
severely punished."

I uttered an agreement, and tried to relax as I was violated by the rubber
cone. After a few minutes I had begun to relax and my ass had accomodated
the plug, but just as I was getting to enjoy the experience it was ripped
out of my hole and Master climbed onto the bed. I felt him press the head
of his cock to my open hole, and as he pushed it deep inside I felt him
fill me, making me his bitch. Having begun to relax, the feeling was
incredible, Master's long cock stimulating my g-spot. He thrusted long and
hard, driving his rock hard cock deep into me then pulling it all the way
out. It was only a few minutes of this before he announced that he was
ready to cum in me, and as he shoved his cock in one last time we came
together, my cum spraying all over our bodies, his filling me. The
sensation was incredible, I felt deeply content knowing that I had pleased
my master and fulfilled my duties to him. As I lay enjoying the sensation
he began scooping up the cum on our bodies and making me suck it off his
fingers, mixing our seed in my mouth. Once he was satisfied, he released
me, and told me to come up to the bedroom.

His room was large, and the bed dominated the space. It was rather plain,
but very big, easily accomodating three men. He lay down on it and motioned
for me to join him, which I did with some discomfort as laying flat on the
bed drove the buttplug deeper into my unwilling ass. He took me in his
huge, well muscled arms and we quickly fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke the next morning to feel his hands on my cock. I opened my eyes
slowly and saw him attaching a leather device to my soft member.

"Welcome to your first day of service, boy. This is a chastity device - you
will not be able to touch your cock without me allowing you to. Today you
will carry out all the household tasks we discussed - cooking my meals,
cleaning up the house, especially the dungeon - I need it ready for
tonight. But first, I need to go to the bathroom, which from now on means
you, understand pig?"

I didn't know what to say. We had never discussed my use as a toilet, but
that meant I had never said I wouldn't. I considered my options for a
moment - either I refused and was thrown out of the house, naked and sore,
or I complied and let my master feed me piss and shit. I wondered whether I
could do it, but while I wondered I rose to my feet and followed Master to
the bathroom next door. Instead of a toilet there was only a rim seat, and
Master was already sat naked on it. I lay down, my mouth below his asshole,
and I watched as the shit began to slide out. It was soft and warm, and the
taste wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be, and I began to chew on
it. The experience was not particularly pleasureable for me, but I knew
Master enjoyed watching me degrade myself for his pleasure so I continued.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Master cleaned himself up with my
assistance in the shower, then went to work in his office. I prepared him
breakfast and lunch, and in the early afternoon he fucked me once more,
though I wasn't allowed to cum this time. I made sure the dungeon was
perfectly clean, though I didn't know what was planned for it until later
that night. At around 8pm, there was a knock on the door. Totally naked, I
was ordered to answer it. On the other side were 3 men dressed in leather
jackets and chaps with heavy boots and shaved heads. They were heavier than
my master, but their fat forms made them quite terrifying and intimidating
in their dark, tight clothes. They had thick beards and wore stern
expressions, and walked towards me menacingly.

The last one grabbed my protected cock as he walked past and dragged me
back into the house, my Master standing by to lead the men downstairs...