Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2010 12:25:58 +0000
From: James Perrin <jamesperrin10@gmail.com>
Subject: teen slave for teen master (part two)

Teen Slave and Teen Master (End of Part One)

He lay in silence with his eyes closed. He then rolled over and spread his
legs. "Lick my arse crack slave. Let me feel your tongue deep inside. Get
used to the taste. A Master has no need to use a toilet when he has a fag
slave's mouth to piss and shit into." Was he serious? I had no idea. I just
knew that at that moment I was happier than I had ever been in my 17 years.



Teen Slave and Teen Master (Part Two)


I moved my tongue up and down his crack and buried my tongue into his
arsehole. I could smell his clean masculine scent with my nose pressed into
his crack. I just wanted to give pleasure and at that moment there was
nowhere I would have rather been than buried in this arse. My own arse
throbbed but I didn't care -- I was just proud this God had chosen me to
be his willing slave.

Time passed. I continued to work my tongue around his hole trying to move
ever deeper into my Master. Then I heard him sigh and he rolled over. He
was staring at the ceiling smiling when he told me to go and clean my teeth
and gargle as he didn't want my mouth to taste of his shit. I walked
reluctantly through to the bathroom. I had been hoping to lose myself once
again in his pubic hair and suck on his balls.

I was looking in the mirror dreaming of this day when he walked behind me
and put his hands round my waist. He looked at me in the mirror and put his
head on my shoulder. I could feel his cock pushing gently into me as he
nibbled my ear and my legs went weak. I had had no idea that the mere touch
from such a person could control your body like this.

"I have you don't I James. You belong to me absolutely." This was delivered
as a statement but I replied anyway. "I utterly belong to you Master. All I
can think about now is being with you, being owned by you, serving you. The
rest of the world seems so far away."

"This is what I love James. Having total and absolute control over you. We
both know you are now just a part of me, an extension of me, with no
independent thought or worth. I own your body and I own your life so let me
tell you what will happen next. I will become you this week. Everything in
this house becomes mine. This includes you. I will become James Revell
instead of Mark Scott. You will live here simply to serve me."

"Yes Master." He dropped one hand and squeezed my balls hard. I drew in my
breath. He kept squeezing.

"No reply was necessary. Do not interrupt. We both know you have no say in
what does or does not happen. I am a physical God deserving of worship. You
are a snivelling piece of fag shit whose only redeeming feature is that you
realise you are a snivelling piece of fag shit in need of a Master to
worship and serve. Look in the mirror. Body shaved, stripped naked, your
true self is obvious to everyone. Do not interrupt again. This is not a
conversation. It is a simple statement of facts.

You will live here simply to serve me. As it happens I find your blind
obedience and shaved fag body pleasing so will use you for my pleasure and
advantage. Now is all that clear? You may answer. Given that your status as
a worthless fag slave is obvious to and accepted by both of us a simple nod
will suffice. I have no wish to hear your whining voice."

I nodded once into the mirror. I was powerless before this relentless
display of strength and domination and doubted I could have done anything
else even if I'd wanted to. As it was I had no wish to step away from this
God and fully realised I was born to serve him. Everything in my life up to
this point suddenly seemed meaningless.

It was amazing I thought that we were roughly the same age and same
size. Away from that however where I was puny, he was ripped muscle. Where
I was shy and nervous and uncertain he was outgoing and confident and
absolutely sure of himself. Where I had the cock and balls of a boy he had
the cock and balls of a man. Everything he did, everything he said, showed
a man in absolute control. All I could hope to do was play a small
supporting part in his orbit.

"Excellent. This is now my bathroom. From now on you will only be in here
to clean it or clean me. You may use the small bathroom in the spare room
to keep yourself scrubbed clean and hairless inside and out. You will also
only wash and shower in cold water from now on. You do not warrant hot
water.

Next. I am offended by the sight of your tiny cock. Cover it up. For now
you can wear my dirty clothes from today. I have no more use for
them. After that you can dress me so I can start my life as James
Revell. Before that I need a piss. You may have the honour of drinking
it. On your knees."

Before I knew what I was doing I was kneeling before him with my mouth
open. He casually put his cock head in my mouth and I found myself
swallowing his piss. It was warm but not unpleasant which I guessed was
just as well given the amount I might be drinking. He shook himself over me
and wiped the tip on my face before walking out the bathroom without
another word.

The pants and shorts were still on the floor in the bathroom. I pulled them
on with a shiver of excitement at wearing pants still smelling of the sweat
of my Master. Things were spiralling out of control but I loved it. All my
life I had been reserved and afraid to find out who I was. Now I felt free
for the first time despite in appearances having given up my freedom in
favour of slavery.

I found my Master had already pulled on his underwear. He looked at
me. "Better. Less offensive on the eye. Now pull on my jeans and tell me
where my wallet is." I pulled them on for him and did them up. He looked
hot standing there shirtless with that fabulous chest. "Wallet Master?" I
felt myself lifted up by the ears.

"Wallet slave. What was your wallet. Where is it? Keys as well." "Sorry
Master. Your wallet is in my, er your, jacket pocket downstairs and your
keys are in your kitchen Master. Do you want me to fetch them for you?" I
found myself pushed against the wall then slapped hard across the chest a
couple of times.

"Another thing you will not do slave along with shower in hot water is ask
questions. You will be told what to do then you will do it. Asking
questions shows an inquiring mind. A slave has no mind. He simply obeys
without question." He looked at me. "Hitting my slave turns me on. Expect
to be hit a lot. Now lead the way downstairs to my wallet."

I led the way to the kitchen where my jacket was hung over the back of a
chair. So much had happened since. I'd been shaved, fucked, pissed in and
given myself over to slavery. I had hung that jacket there as a free man
who had led a privileged, ordinary life for 17 years. That life seemed a
world away.

He took the wallet. There was a driving license, credit card and debit
card. A few other bits he looked at then casually chucked on the floor
before pocketing the wallet. My keys were on a hook. One set for the house,
one set for my car. I was sent back upstairs for his shirt and some black
socks. When I hurried back my Master was in the hall with my car keys in
his hand and eyeing a new pair of black leather shoes.

I knelt to finish dressing him and he looked himself over in the hall
mirror. He made no comment but led the way outside to my car. He unlocked
it and stood waiting while I opened the driver's door for him. I got in the
other side and he sped off.

First we tore to the cash machine. My Master whistled at the balance and
maxed out my card. The next stop was a rough housing estate and what I
guessed was his home. It was a tiny council semi with an overgrown front
patch of garden and a bike lying outside.

He didn't say anything but led me into a tiny living area with a battered
sofa, old television, weights on the floor and not much else. Or not much
else apart from dirty plates and dirty washing strewn about a dirty
floor. We went through to the kitchen which was equally filthy. He poured
himself a glass of water and asked if I needed a drink. When I said I did
he downed the glass then filled it again with the dirty water in the sink
and handed it to me. I was so thirsty I drank it down. He stood behind me,
put down hands down my shorts and spoke into my ear.

"Remember that slave. It will be the last kind act for some time. This is
the shit hole where I live. You will clean it up but not today. Right now
having you here has made me so horny I cannot wait any longer."

He shoved me around and into the table. He yelled bend and pushed my chest
down hard onto the table. My head hit a dirty bowl that crashed to the
floor. A few seconds later I felt my shorts being yanked down enough to
expose my hole and his cock force itself hard inside. This time he came
after a few brutal thrusts. Thinking afterwards I realised I'd been raped
on that table but that such a concept did not exist anyway in a
slave/master relationship. At the time I was so turned on by his raw power
and dominance I shot my own load at the same time he did. This whole
relationship was veering out of control and I was loving every moment of
it.

He pulled out and rolled me onto my back. He then bent over me and kissed
me hard on the mouth. He pointed soundlessly to his cock and I slid to the
floor, licked it clean then pulled his underwear and jeans back
up. "Stand. Put your baby cock away. You are about to find out that a slave
can get fucked apart from up his arse."

He shouted "Boys!" and I heard steps coming from upstairs. Two boys --
obviously brothers -- came into the kitchen. They were maybe 13. One had
long wavy blonde hair and wore black trousers and a dirty white school
shirt. The other had short black hair gelled up and tracksuit bottoms and
t-shirt. They were shouting as they came in but were quiet when they saw my
Master standing with his hands back down my shorts.

I didn't have long to wait to see how my Master would explain me. He
squeezed my balls so hard I yelled out and doubled over then kicked me in
the arse so I fell sprawling on the floor. "Boys. This is a piece of shit I
own. You can do anything to him or make him do anything. He will obey
without question. We are going to live in his fucking big house for a while
and he will be our slave." I felt myself blushing. Mark looked down at me
"These are my brothers. They can do what they like. Any shit goes. In turn
you will call them Sir and treat them with the deepest respect. Clear?" I
looked up from the floor. "Yes Master."

The boys laughed and told my Master how cool he was and was this for
real. He just laughed. "Of course it is real and I'll prove it. I'm always
telling you that the strong should take from the weak. This piece of shit
is weak so I've taken everything from him. Think of something disgusting
and he will do it." The dark haired boy's face clouded for a moment as he
thought then his face lit up. "Got it." He went upstairs then came back in
a moment with a pair of pants.

"These got a bit shitty yesterday. Sniff and lick them." I nodded reckoning
this was some kind of test. The blonde boy laughed and said "You are
disgusting Ed." He grinned and said he knew. My Master interjected. "Your
arse is always shitty Ed. Add something fresh to them." Ed turned his back,
bared his arse and rubbed his crack hard with the dirty pants before
dropping them on the floor. The blonde boy told his brother he was
disgusting again then said I should beg for the pants.

"Good idea Tim. Slave. Beg for the honour of Ed's pants. I bowed by
head. "Master Ed. May I please have the honour of sniffing and licking your
dirty pants." Tim kicked me. "Why should you have the honour slave?"
"Sir. I am a worthless fag who lives only to serve his Master and now you
and your brother. I beg my worthy Masters for the honour and pleasure of
sniffing and licking Ed's pants."

My Master laughed. "See. It is for real." Tim said that if it was for real
then I should lick the pants clean. My Master agreed and told me to suck
every trace of Ed's shit out of the pants. Ed picked them up, wiped them
deliberately on my face and stuffed them into my mouth.

He told the boys that they wouldn't need anything and just to get in the
car. I was told to carry out my Master's weights and put them in the
boot. The boys got in the back. I was told to climb in the boot and make
sure the pants were clean by the time they got home.

It was obviously disgusting sucking at the shit of a young boy but also
strangely erotic and exciting that I could be made to do this without
protest. Ultimately I realised that whatever my Master said I would do
willingly however unpleasant the task because he was my Master. By his
extension this included his brothers. It looked like I would be serving
three rather than one Master.

I felt the car stop and doors slam but it was some time before the boot
opened. Ed and Tim stood there and pointed to my Master who was relaxing in
the garden chairs. I walked over holding the pants and stood quietly. The
boys sat down and my Master clicked his fingers and pointed to the
ground. I knelt and bowed my head and heard the boys laugh.

My Master spoke. "Never stand in my presence without permission. A slave
should always kneel in respect, hands behind the back, forehead nearly
touching the ground. Now explain to my brothers who and what you are."

"Sirs. My name was James Revell. This is my parents' house. Your brother
saw I was a worthless piece of fag shit hiding out in a respectable
life. He has removed this shell from me and allowed me the honour of living
as his slave. I belong to him and everything I owned belongs to him. My
only purpose is to serve and obey my Master who can use me in any way he
sees fit. As my Master's brothers, Sirs, and if my Master decides it, it
will also be my honour to serve and obey you as well."

"See boys. It is as I told you. Slave. You will obey and worship Ed and Tim
as you do me. Guys, he is a worthless piece of shit. Treat him as
such. Abuse or humiliate him in any way that gives you pleasure. A slave is
sub-human and deserves all the abuse and contempt it receives. A slave has
no rights, no feelings. It simply serves."

Ed spoke. "Show me my pants you worthless piece of shit. Crawl over here."
I crawled over before him and held them up. He looked at them carefully
then pushed them into my face. "What is this mark slave? Why are they not
clean?" He showed them to Tim who agreed there was a faint brown streak
still visible.

I had sucked and sucked at them but had obviously missed something in the
darkness of the boot. I began to explain but was stopped by my Master. "No
excuses. You have disobeyed and disappointed me and dishonoured Ed. You
will be thrashed and you will apologise. Now bend over the table, bare your
arse and wait."

I bit my lip and did as I was told. My Master disappeared into the house
and left me with the boys. They told me it would hurt and began discussing
where I should be hit and how many blows I should receive. I knew I
deserved this punishment and vowed never to fail my Master again when he
set me a task.

He returned with a heavy leather belt that used to belong to me and hit the
table with it next to my ear. I was told to count each blow and thank him
for it. The wait between each blow was the worst -- knowing what was to
come. I was hit ten times in total on the arse and the back. My Master
declared that was enough for the moment. Ed and Tim wanted to continue but
were told to wait until later for their turn.

I apologised to Ed still laying on the table. "Master Ed. I am sorry to
have failed you after you gave me the great honour of allowing me to suck
your dirty pants clean. This worthless fag slave did not deserve such an
honour but deserves whatever punishment and abuse you choose to give him."
Ed promised there would be plenty then the boys went to look round the
house.

My Master ran his hand over my arse and back with his fingers lingering on
the belt marks. "A slave needs beating regularly to remind him of his
status. This is training for the slave and entertainment for the
Master. From now on as well refer to yourself as `it' or `slave' to remind
yourself you are an object not a person. Right now I need your mouth round
my cock. Thrashing you has made me hard."

I knelt before him. "Your slave is pleased it has been of service Master" I
said as I unzipped his jeans. I could see the bulge of my Master's cock
straining against the underwear. I pulled them down then started to suck on
his balls. His cock immediately hardened. Slavery certainly had its
privileges as well as its pains. I slipped one finger into his arse and
took his cock in my mouth. Pretty soon he shot his load. That was three
times so far that afternoon. Was there no end to my Master's reserves? I
certainly hoped not as I gulped down his cum.

Soon afterwards my Master ordered takeaway for the three of them. I was
allowed to serve them then kneel and watch them eat. They pretty much
ignored me until towards the end of the meal my Master clicked his fingers
in front of his groin and spread his legs. I was unsure what to do and he
clicked his fingers again. This time he spoke. "Get under here slave. I
need a piss."

I crawled under the table and carefully undid his jeans and eased his cock
out of the underwear. He began to piss even before I took him in the mouth
and some ran down my face onto the floor. Ed and Tim looked at him and he
explained. "You can do anything to a slave. Right now I need a toilet so
the slave is a toilet. You can take whatever you need from a slave. You
command, they obey."

Tim asked about feeding the slave. My Master said that if they liked the
boys could take charge of feeding me. He told them I should eat from a bowl
on the floor. They could feed me anything or nothing but not to waste
decent food. A slave would eat whatever they were given by their Master. By
now my Master had finished his piss and I had but his cock away. He pushed
his chair back saying I should lick the floor clear if I had spilled any. I
obeyed.

Tim and Ed got a bowl. They chucked in some of the cold takeaway then went
into the kitchen. I soon found they added some cereal, raw egg and
eggshell, cheese and tomato sauce. They had chewed some bread then spat
that in. Finally one or both of them pissed in the bowl .I was told to
crawl through to the kitchen, given a spoon and had to somehow eat it all
while they looked on laughing. I forced it down them gulped a mug of water
from the toilet.

My Master shouted that I should thank the boys. "Sirs. Thank you for your
kindness in feeding your unworthy slave." "Lick the bowl clean slave. There
will be more tomorrow all topped off with our special juice. If you are
good we might even add some special shit fresh out Ed's arse. Would you
like that slave? A special shit course." I said it would be an honour but
honestly doubted whether even I had reached a point where I could do
this. Time would tell.

The boys went off to play on their computer and my Master called me in. I
knelt by his chair. He ran his fingers over the top of my head. "You have
done well today slave." I swelled with pride and pleasure. "I own your
body. Now I want to own your life. Now we will go online. You will pass
over to me all the passwords for your email and networking sites. We will
film a short piece showing you as my piece of shit fag slave which I will
upload to my site. You will then live with the knowledge your status could
be shared with the world at any time I choose."

I stiffened. Up to now everything that had happened had been in private
between my Master, his brothers and me. This added a new dimension. "This
is about blind trust slave. I own you. You have to trust I will choose to
respect your life. But I am your Master. The choice is mine. I can choose
to destroy your life if it pleases me. Slavery is about losing all
control. This is just the next step."



James

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