Date: Sun, 01 Sep 2019 13:36:29 +0000
From: Thumper318 <Thumper318@protonmail.com>
Subject: Adrastos (BDSM)

Rick had been watching the small friendly rugby match for a while. He had
to be absolutely correct in the decisions that he made or everything would
go totally wrong. A fact not lost on Rick.

He scanned the players as he had done at least twenty times before. Some of
them were very easy to eliminate and Rick knew exactly what he was
searching for. God no, too fat he almost whispered. Too tall, that one
shaves his legs. Everyone had some fault which excluded them from Ricks'
intricate plans. All except one that is.

He was clearly focused on this one player. Short hair, a medium length
goatee, all very nice but it was his arms that really caught Ricks
attention. The rugby shirt this man wore was tight around the chest and
even more so at the top of the arms. Rick immediately noticed the man had
olive sun kissed skin. It was clearly tattooed in more than just a single
place on each arm. That's ticked a box thought Rick.

The neckline of the top had been altered to make the V of the v neck
slightly lower. Rick noticed this guy, had one more button on his v neck
than everyone else. He could see that this player had muscular pecs, what's
more he could see dark strands of dark chest hair, not poking out but just
advertising their presence.

Rick began to wish he had not worn and such a tight white jockstrap that
day. He was allowing himself to become excited and the rules of his
particular game did not allow for such distractions.

He decided to check out the rest of the target of his obsession. He had no
idea of the guy's name. Frankly, it was irrelevant anyway.

Rick had made his choice before he even began to examine the guy from the
waist down. Once he did this, almost immediately, the irritating swelling
in his groin began to grow exponentially rapidly. Almost becoming a
throbbing sensation.

Rick was watching the target running in those tight rugby shorts. There was
no excess room in the legs, no doubt this guy was muscular. It wasn't that
which had caused Ricks excitement to speed up so dramatically. It took him
a while to be certain, yes, he was now absolutely sure. This man was
free-balling. Not wearing any underwear of any kind. As he ran in Ricks
direction, he could clearly see the targets helmet through the thin
material. It bounced up and down covering quite some distance. This sealed
the matter in Ricks eyes. This guy was hung.

Ricks mind was now made up and like a cheetah during a hunt, his vision
narrowed to exclude all others. He allowed himself to chuckle. If
everything went to plan, this guy's life was going to change to such a
degree, his life now would be totally unrecognisable, even to him within a
month. The one thing Rick wasn't remotely interested in was any rings the
target wore. Rick knew he could make those totally not only disappear but
be expunged from the targets mind.

Rick had decided that this olive skinned, hairy, tattooed guy was going to
become his property. He would teach this guy not to dread Rick coming into
the room, rock hard cock swaying from side to side. In time Rick knew that
his target would be counting the seconds until Rick drove that Alpha Male
meat inside him. Which end didn't matter frankly.  Rick knew he was going
to convert this obviously straight man into an inferior male who lived for
Rick to rape him in every way possible. A strong man who would weep tears
of sheer joy the first time Rick filled his tight hole with hot fresh Alpha
male seed. This guy who would literally beg him to hold his head and fuck
his mouth without mercy, hoping, wishing to feel that explosion of Alpha
Male seed spray into his throat.  It was one hell of a challenge but Rick
had decided, he was going to convert this rugby player into his personal
slave and cum-dump.

So here was Rick, a slight but attractive alpha male trying to decide upon
the intricacies of making this huge, muscular, hairy, tattooed although
still obviously inferior man disappear from the face of the earth without
anyone noticing.

About half an hour later the game finished and Rick got metaphorically
thrown a massive lifeline. All the other players were in fact walking away
from the clubhouse and not towards it. Typical inferior quality specimens
thought Rick. It seemed obvious to his alpha male brain that these beta
males were avoiding taking a shower in front of any of the other inferior
men in case one of them got picked on for having a cock different to the
others. Rick remembered a few years ago when he had "acquired" a beta male
with a cock over nine inches long for a client. The client was anything but
in awe. Rick still remembered his words.

"You can put a Rolls Royce Merlin Engine in a Skoda. It's still a Skoda"
this beta male may have a big dick but it's not meant to and it will have
no idea how to use it as an alpha male would. No Rick the client continued.
"I'll get you a plane ticket back to my country in six months. You come and
see this inferior male with a huge cock then"

How could Rick refuse. When he arrived at the clients' desert compound, he
found the living merchandise he had obtained for the client in the same
corner room. Hang on though thought Rick. Something isn't right. This guy
had a nine plus inch beta cock. Looking at it now in its metal cage .75
inches would be a generous estimation.

The client of old appeared. Rick you hunter of the best merchandise. You
have seen I wasn't joking. This inferior object didn't deserve a bigger
than average dick so I put it into smaller and smaller chastity devices.
It's useless now. It will cum if teased enough without that little nub
getting hard.  However, Rick, since it only has a little nub now, by god
does it concentrate of pleasing the alpha males around camp.

Suddenly Rick was back in the present sitting on the bleachers watching his
target go into the shower room alone. Rick knew this was his opportunity.
He strode into the changing rooms to find this stunningly attractive
straight guy down to just his shorts.

Excuse me mate said Rick putting on a pathetic weak voice. I've got a flat
and being so small I can't lift the spare out of the trunk. If I pay you
would you mind helping me?

This huge specimen sniggered

"Too weak to lift a wheel, fuck me (Rick thought, you are going to regret
saying that in time) what is happening to blokes now. They all look so weak
and weedy." It'll cost you $25 pal but I'll help you.

By the time the two of the hot back to the car, Rick had his hand in his
pocket. Yes, he had it with him as it was essential that he did. The lid
was also still on. Rick looked at the merchandise again, estimating height
and weight in his mind.

Rick had no idea the merchandises name was Roland Barclay and he was
getting married in three weeks. Understand, even if Rick had known, it
would have changed nothing.

Roland Barclay leaned well into the boot and Rick struck. Pulling out the
sterile syringe and breaking the single use cover off the small needle in
one movement. Before Roland Barclay even felt the tiny needle break his
skin a microscopic dose of fentanyl, an opiate a thousand times stronger
than morphine was already in his bloodstream.

Roland Barclay never said a word. He just slumped forward from where he was
reaching for the spare wheel. At the same time Rick threw his legs in the
boot and shackled his wrists and ankles. Inferior specimen he thought. That
was easy.

Rick reached inside the boot and pulled out a small tank of highly
compressed air. Within less than thirty seconds his target was restrained
and sleeping in his boot and his tyre was re-inflated and he was pulling
out of the car park.

In the boot Roland Barclay was in a deep sleep. He had no idea to just what
degree his life was going to change. He would detest it to begin with but
eventually he would accept the right choice had been made all along and he
has no right to marry a female. Or any other rights come to think of it. In
time he would learn to love his new vocation as property of an alpha
male. He would even deeply regret that it even considered taking a female
as his wife.

For now, he just slept. Rick drove it to closer to its destination and it's
new life as property of an alpha male.

Roland Barclay was sleeping soundly. It was difficult for Rick to obtain
Fentanyl, being a class one controlled drug. However, he took every
precaution. He had obtained the correct doses for various body weights and
always used new syringes and needles. In many ways it was the ideal way to
suppress a bigger although inferior specimen. Rick remembered the time the
Russian military had used it during a terrorist attack at a theatre in
Chechnya. They had introduced it as a gas and killed half of the hostages
as well as the terrorists. It wasn't something to be trifled with.

Ricks mission was different from every other "acquisition" mission he had
undertaken. He had saved enough though his nefarious dealings to buy an out
of the way property and convert it to his own specifications.  Rick was
looking forward to teaching this object it's place in the world.

Once during the journey Rick stopped and checked his cargo. It was still
out cold and would be for some hours yet. Rick couldn't help himself. He
stuck his right hand down the front of the rugby shorts of the
merchandise. He was shocked, this guy was BIG even when unconscious. Rick
would in time change that for sure. Before that time though he took a
couple of extra minutes to examine both cock and balls. Both were perfectly
in proportion.

It was another couple of hours before Rick arrived at his destination. His
cabin quite literally in the middle of nowhere. He thought back to that
expression from a science fiction film, the title of which he couldn't
remember that had the phrase "In space no one can hear you scream" Rick
chuckled to himself. Fuck space he thought. Here, literally no one will
hear anyone scream.

He had already solved the problem of lifting a 14 stone unconscious man out
of his car boot. He jumped on the gas-powered forklift. A strap around the
ankles and the merchandise was soon hanging upside down. It wouldn't be the
last time that happened either.

The forklift took the merchandise as far as the front porch. From there
Rick lowered it onto a blanket and connected the strap around the ankles to
a winch he had built into the cell where it would be initially housed until
broken.  The merchandise would easily slide across the polished wood
floor. Rick noticed that it could really do with another good strip, sand
and polish. All in good time Rick thought.

Once inside the cell. Rick used a hook in the solid wood ceiling to lift
the merchandise, this time with a strap under the arms until high enough to
attach the high carbon steel shackles with double insurance grade padlocks
securing them to wrists, feet and the four attachment points. They were
bolted straight through the four-inch-thick boards of the ceiling and
floor. For extra security, the nuts had been welded onto the thread and a
metal plate was under the nut, spreading the stress point. The whole
apparatus ended in a circular attachment point. No amount of turning would
loosen these points and Rick had never met anyone strong enough to break a
four-inch-thick piece of oak with only one arm or leg. Once he was
satisfied, Rick simply undid two quick release attachments he had designed
just for the purpose and the whole winch assembly came off the wall. Rick
was far too experienced to leave something so powerful inside with the
merchandise

This he would transfer to a hidden compartment in the room above the
cell. The single wire became two wires via a bolted connection and attached
to the chains to the wrists. Using the wireless remote-control Rick could
give more freedom as a reward or restrict freedom entirely as punishment.

The one final task thought Rick as he picked up the shiny metal object. The
fitting of the chastity cage. Rick couldn't help himself and allowed his
lips to seal around that beta cock just once. Thinking to himself, this is
the last suck this cock will ever get object.

When it woke it was going to fly into a blind rage. Good job the room was
entirely soundproofed and the entrance hidden behind a bookcase which could
only be moved when a hidden latch by the fireplace metres away was
activated. Someone could be standing at the bookcase whilst the merchandise
went into a blind rage and they would hear nothing. It also helped that it
was difficult to scream whilst gagged.

Rick took one last look at what he had achieved and sealed the door with a
satisfying thud. Now all he had to do was wait for the merchandise to wake
up. Its name was irrelevant. It was now an object to be trained in its new
way of life.

Roland Barclay had a thumping headache eight between his eyes. His wrists
and shoulders hurt and his mouth was unbelievably dry.

He opened his eyes but his vision didn't improve in the slightest. He tried
to feel his forehead but realised that he couldn't touch his head.
Something was restraining his arms. He tried to tilt his head back to see
under the blindfold of some sort which was obviously over his eyes. He
managed to crane his neck back as far as he could and yet saw nothing.

He tried to take the weight off his ankles by crouching down. Whatever was
holding his arms up just became tighter. He had no choice but to stand. He
felt a chill pass over his skin, through the hair on his chest. He was
stark bloody naked for Christ's sake!

There was another feeling that was even more disturbing than those he had
already discovered. His cock felt strange. Constricted somehow but
obviously he could see absolutely nothing and there was no sound to be
heard. He decided to scream for help and it was only then he became aware
of the mouthpiece that went from one side of his mouth to the other. He
could make almost no sound.

A period of time passed that could have been an hour, it could have been a
day.  Roland had no point of reference.

After being in this uncomfortable position with a throbbing cock and
drooling from the corners of the mouth he was unable to close which lead to
an unquenchable thirst. He found his mind turning inwards.

Roland tried to scour his memory for the last thing he could clearly
recall. He remembered the game ending and heading to the locker room. No
matter how many times he reran the memory in his head that was where it
became a fuzzy nonsense of partly formed images and sounds. Roland
literally had no idea who had done this to him. He didn't know if his life
was in genuine danger or if this was an elaborate pre wedding attempt to
scare him. If it was the later, he was determined to punch out whoever was
responsible. His mind refused to consider the first of the two scenarios.

Roland heard the first noise he had heard since he came to. It was a solid
sounding thud. Like the sound of an extremely large bolt being suddenly
retracted. Suddenly and without warning the chains holding his wrists began
to retract into the ceiling with a whirring mechanical sound.

The whirring stopped just as his feet were literally outstretched and just
touching the floor. Strangely his first thought was how whoever was
controlling the device the tightened the chains new exactly where to stop
the device that tightened them.

There was no way he could have seen the multiple night vision cameras in
strategic locations around the room. To Roland the room was pitch black,
not even a chink of light entered from anywhere he could detect. Rick on
the other hand only had to enter a password on his phone and he could view
the room as clearly as if it were broad daylight from multiple angles.

Rick had really thought this situation through. Each of the CCTV cameras
were out of reach of his acquisition and were built into steel boxes with
2cm thick Plexiglas protecting the lenses. To all intents and purposes,
they were literally bullet proof.

There was a further, yet more subtle whirring noise Roland could detect. It
seemed since he was kidnapped, yes, kidnapped he had learned to focus on
the senses which were of most use to him. His eyesight was useless so he
focused on his hearing. He seemed to have almost developed super hearing.
How long would that take for his senses to become re prioritised he
wondered. Surely it couldn't be quick? Again, he tried to work out how long
he had been kept prisoner. As with every time previously he came up totally
blank regarding any answer at all.

The more subtle mechanical noise stopped and suddenly without warning the
room went from pitch black to white light. Many times as bright as a summer
day. Roland felt no heat from the lights but even through the hood or
blindfold covering his eyes, everything was bright white. A white light
that burned his eyes forcing him to clamp shut his eyelids to protect his
vision.

It was then he heard the deep voice of a man. A voice that seemed strangely
familiar but he absolutely couldn't place from where. The voice said in a
matter of fact tone.

"Understand. You are an object. You have no rights or privileges
whatsoever. Disobedience will be strictly and severely punished. You are
here to be reassigned as the inferior cock sucker you were designed and
meant to be."

Roland went mad. How dare this individual speak to him in such a
way. Calling him an object without rights. He struggled against the chains
with all his strength and attempted to scream abuse.

The next thing he remembered was his body in uncontrollable spasms. He
suspected when he gathered his senses that he had been on the receiving end
of a Taser type device. When he came to, he found the chains on his wrists
still tight, only the tips of his toes touching the floor and again the
room was in total darkness and he was alone.

Again, Roland found his mind turning inwards. He began to examine his life
in minute detail. What had he done to deserve this? He was due to be
married soon, or was it already past? Roland had no idea.

As before there were the mechanical sounds and the bright lights. Exactly
as before the man's voice said

You are an object without rights or privileges. The sooner you accept your
submissive obedient nature your punishment will end. I am going to remove
your gag. You will speak only when spoken to and you will address me
respectfully at all times as Sir. Nod your head if you understand. Roland
thought for a moment and nodded.

No sooner had the gag been removed from his mouth Roland became verbally
aggressive in the extreme

"You let me out of these chains you faggot cunt and I'll beat the shit out
of your worthless fucking skull"

This time there was no muscle spasms. The shackles on his wrists however
became even tighter, until he really suspected his wrists would break.
Added to that he was violently struck with something from behind. All he
could think of through the pain was that he was being whipped.

"Understand object" said the voice. "These chains could pull your arms out
of their sockets and if that's what it takes for you to obey your superior,
believe me when I say I will not hesitate at a single further outburst like
that."

From the tone of the voice the man used Roland completely believed what he
said.

The chains slackened very slightly. They were still painful but he didn't
feel like his arms were being ripped off.

"Let's start again" said the voice. "You are an object without rights. Is
this correct? Think very carefully how to answer correctly"

Roland hesitated. The whip lashed his skin again.

"When you are asked a question, you answer immediately and correctly
object. Is that understood?"

Immediately Roland replied "Yes Sir"

This was the moment Roland Barclay began to disappear as an individual and
be redesigned, rewritten, in exactly the way his soon to be accepted as
owner required him to be.

Rick added a new treatment for his own slave. Recordings of his own voice.
Played through headphones that could not be removed. Roland simply heard
over and over his new owner telling him

"You have no rights whatsoever. You have no name until Sir grants it
one. You WILL obey Sir without question or you will be punished"

This was repeated on an endless loop. After some time, the slave couldn't
remember his name. His mind had quite literally been wiped clean. Ready to
accept new programming. Written by his sexually dominant owner. It knew, it
would obey that voice without question or face the punishment. It had
suffered enough. Roland Barclay had essentially been totally erased.

These sessions were repeated time after time. Sometimes the breaks between
were longer, sometimes mere minutes between sessions.

After a time, the reprogramming had taken a firm hold. It knew it was a
nameless piece of property. To be used and abused however its owner
wished. It wanted nothing more on this earth than to please its owner. It
thought, perhaps if it pleases Sir enough, Sir will honour it with a
name. It looked forward to that, being given a name by its owner. It would
show it that it was truly making progress in what had become the sole
mission of the rest of its life.

It was now released from captivity for short periods when Sir allowed
it. At these times an incredibly heavy and cumbersome metal ball was
chained around its ankle and its powerful arms were always partially
restrained. It could work but nothing else.

Sir would allow it out from captivity. Take the pleasure that was
rightfully his in reminding it that it was a nameless nothing. Lately Sir
had taken to calling it a walking DNA bank.

The first time Sir commanded it to open its "upper fuckhole" wide and took
time to warn it of the consequences of any injuries to Sir from teeth it
was truly excited. It, an unworthy nameless nothing was being given the
opportunity to please its owner. Something it was determined to do in order
that Sir MAY honour it with a name. It had absolutely no idea if it had
ever had a name. All it thought of now was pleasing its owner no matter
what it took.

Sir held its head and pushed his hard-hot meat into its mouth. It was
commanded to use its tongue around Sirs head to excite him. As Sir became
more aroused, he began to thrust his superior meat deeper and harder.
Eventually it began to gag. Then true deep-seated fear came over it. Sir
had gone too deep and it could feel bile rising. Despite its best efforts
the vomit spewed from its mouth all over Sirs magnificent meat. Without
even a blink it was immediately punished with that device that made its
whole-body spasm. It felt warm around its chastised cock and knew it was
pissing itself. It was mortified but could do nothing. Sir flew into a wild
rage.

It knew it would not shame Sir by recoiling from the kiss of the tail on
the end of the whip. It was in so much pain, it knew the crack of the whip
was the tip breaking the sound barrier. It deserved to be whipped. Sir
should flay the skin from its worthless back. It had failed Sir in the most
shameful way.

It could feel a combination of sweat and blood running down its back. It
managed to open its mouth and say

"Please Sir, punish it so it never shames your superior self with such
behaviour ever again. It knows it is a worthless object but it begs Sir not
to discard it."

No reply except the frighteningly loud crack of the whip.

When it awoke it was sitting in a puddle of its own urine. It was cold so
it had been there some time. Suddenly Sirs voice pierced the darkness.

"It will not move. It will drink every drop of its own piss for
sustenance. It must learn to improve and do it fucking fast or Sir will
dump its unworthy ass at the roadside in the desert. Is that understood you
unworthy object!!!"

"Sir, your every wish is my command and pleasure to follow immediately. It
will lick the floor clean after it has drunk every drop of its inferior
piss Sir."

No reply. However, it was determined that it would show its owner that this
inferior object was worthy of Sirs precious time.

It did exactly as it promised. It noisily sucked up the strong piss it had
shamed itself by allowing to escape. Then, exactly as it had promised, it
took great care to lick every square inch of the floor, twice to be certain
it had missed not a single drop.

Without warning, the room was flooded with light and the me mechanical
sound of the door reached its ears. It lowered its head to the floor out of
respect of its superior owner.

On your knees mouth open. It will drink from Sirs cock and be thrashed for
every drop it spills.

As commanded, it took Sirs magnificent cock into its mouth. Sir released a
torrent of salty hot piss. It felt proud when it gulped down every drop
with absolutely no spillage.

As it cleaned Sirs superior meat it received a hard slap to the face.

"Don't ever let Sir down again like that slave. Use this to destroy you gag
reflex. Sir can see it light or dark and expects it to stay awake for a
full day training its throat. Don't dare disappoint Sir."

A huge dildo was thrown at its knees immediately it picked up the object
Sir had gifted it and began eagerly to attempt to destroy its own gag
reflex. It decided it would remain awake for more than a day to prove to
its owner it's dedication and eagerness to please Sir.

Outside in the comfort of the living room Sir viewed it's efforts. Several
times it vomited but not for a moment did it attempt to even pause from
swallowing as much of that latex as possible. Vomit not deterring it even
slightly.

Sir viewed on and off. Then after he was rested and showered, Sir reviewed
the camera recordings. A full 27 hours and not once did the slave even slow
down. Sir decided it deserved some reward for its diligence.

The cell was opened. A rough and cold wet cloth was thrown in its face.

"Clean your upper fuck hole unworthy lowlife."

It obeyed immediately.

"Now worship Sirs meat, it's time to test how well it has done"

It remembered what it had been taught. Using his tongue around the head and
up and down Sirs rapidly hardening shaft.

Sir grabbed it's head a began to thrust deep and hard. It had succeeded in
drastically reducing its gag reflex. It knew it had done well when Sir
thrust deep into its throat, then he held its nose. Rock hard alpha male
cock deep into its throat and its head swimming from shortage of oxygen. It
was in heaven.

Sir thrust deeper and harder and as it moved its tongue around it felt Sirs
magnificent meat spasm. Sir thrust balls deep and held its head. It felt
truly blessed as the hot superior Alpha Male seed was injected directly,
deep into its throat. Never before had Sir honoured it so.

It cleaned Sir thoroughly. Sir left without a word. Sometime later the
lights came back on and Sir returned.

Time to stretch your other fuck hole my object. Present it to your owner
for use.

It was overwhelmed. Sir wanted to be inside it's unworthy hole. It
wondered, what were the chances it would be blessed by being bred with Sirs
DNA.

Sir was rough. It was a brutal rape but it knew this was its duty to be
used however Sir chose. It remembered its training and tightened its hole
periodically. Sir was hammering into it then suddenly balls deep he
froze. It felt Sirs magnificent meat twitch and a wide grin came across its
face as it felt jet after jet of Sirs seed spray deep inside it. Truly it
was blessed. Sir had planted his superior seed within it. It was determined
to make the most of such an honour.

"Lick Sir clean object"

without delay it obeyed, relishing the taste of itself mixed with Sirs DNA
in its mouth.

The days passed and the object counted itself so lucky. Sir had blessed it
with repeated forced implantation of his seed and each time the grin on its
face was even larger than the last. It had learnt how to use its abdominal
muscles to drive Sir into a frenzy.

It was in the living room complete with ball and chain tight around its
ankle. The some would say strange thing is it no longer even considered
escape. It was exactly where it wanted to be. Exactly what it was supposed
to be.

It worked hard without rest during it's time outside it's cell. Polishing
floor's, cooking, every household chore imaginable. It had to take
particular care though to carefully lift the heavy ball from its restraint
before moving to present its owners highly polished wood floor getting
scratched.

Lately it recounted, wasn't sure over how many days, but Sir had taken to
removing its chastity device and replacing it with another. It didn't take
very long at all to work out that these devices were becoming smaller and
smaller.

It's cock and balls throbbed but it didn't care. It had worked out what it
thought Sir was doing. Not that it would ever dare to think it knew Sirs
thinking to anything but the most limited degree. Its cock was being
systematically shrunk.

This brought about no feeling at all in the object. It considered its cock
and balls to be no longer required. Frequently, albeit secretly, it had
thought it would be better if Sir simply knocked it out and permanently
removed them. They were extraneous objects of no possible use or purpose.
Sir however had obviously decided they be shrunk to a mere nub and Sirs
word was unquestionable law.

The front door flew open and in strode Sir. As it had been trained it
presented itself. Head on the floor, naked ass in the air. Unusually, this
time there was no raw penetration. Just words.

"Face your owner object, remember the consequences of meeting Sirs gaze,
eyes down."

Yes Sir it replied immediately and assumed the position. This had never
happened before so it had no idea what to expect, punishment or rough use
of what it now accepted totally to be its "upper fuck hole."

The words came with unquestionable authority

"It's owner has decided to reward it's progress so far. It has always been
kept naked until now. From now onwards it's ball and chain will no longer
be required. It will be replaced with this."

It felt the kiss of warm steel surround it's neck. Its thoughts wandered.
It must either be summer, or Sir had the heating on in his vehicle. Quickly
it refocused its mind just as Sir spoke again.

Sir had its collar made especially. Just for his unworthy object. It will
be considered a privilege to wear as it allows it greater freedom. That
said, heed the words of your owner and commit them to your inferior brain.
Its collar contains a powerful electronic shock capability that Sir can
trigger from anywhere in the world. Furthermore, inside a unmovable hidden
compartment is a small amount of high explosive. In the grounds of Sirs
dwelling is a clearly marked boundary of small red flags. If it attempts to
leave its rightful and just owner, it will do so minus it's head before the
boundary is crossed.

It will also wear this leather chest harness and may at Sirs whim be
granted additional clothing.

Has its inferior brain understood all of that? Barked Sir.

It replied without hesitation.

"Sir, this inferior object Sir owns is honoured by Sirs gifts. It will
without question follow Sirs instructions and will never approach the
boundary of which it has been told. It has no wish to leave its owner. Here
is where it belongs until Sir decides otherwise."

It allowed its gaze to rise slightly. Its eyes saw stubble on Sirs chin,
then immediately saw nothing. It felt nothing. Were it able to, it would
feel warm fluid spreading between its legs as it lay prone on the wood
floor.

It awoke quickly for its piss was still warm. It needed no instructions. It
began to clean the mess it had caused with its tongue. As always licking
the floor twice and then polishing clean.

Sir wasn't visible so slowly it stood. It still wore heavy metal shackles
and chain but it expected nothing else. It deserved restraint. It deserved
everything its owner gave it, good or bad, both were deserved if Sir
decided so. The collar which Sir had recently fitted was very heavy. It dug
into its shoulders but it would wear it without complaint for however long
Sir decided. The rest of its life if need be.

It continued about its chores. It considered and quickly decided that in
spite of Sirs mention of a boundary, it preferred the boundary of the house
walls.

Its comfort zone was soon shattered though when Sir added wood chopping to
its list of chores. This meant going out of the house, the house, it
strained so hard to remember a different time or place. Very soon the
object decided it must have been born here for Sir and never again even
considered its origins

Chopping and moving logs was difficult. Sir had obviously considered this
as the chains that went to its waist chain had been lengthened. It worked
with determined diligence. It made no difference how much wood there was to
be chopped. No, its mind was on a different goal. The possibility of one
day, perhaps a long way in the future. The possibility of being granted a
name by Sir.

The nameless Slave did not see its owner again for a few days.  This was no
problem as part of its duties was to prepare an evening meal for Sir.
Every evening it did so and it was never so much as a minute late placing
the full plate on the table.  That had been another lesson it had learned
the hard way.  Nevertheless, the lesson had been most thoroughly learned.
It was a mistake it would not soon repeat, if ever more likely.

Eventually after what it thinks was four days away Sir returned.  He looked
tired.  As instructed, it prepared food for Sir and then ran him a hot
bath.  Sometime later it was summoned to Sirs bathroom.  A soft towel was
thrown at it and the words "Dry your owner respectfully" were barked at it.
Obviously, it obeyed without either delay or question.  It had never before
had the opportunity to examine the body of its superior owner.  It started
at the top after noticing Sir had already dried his hair.  It took great
care only to raise its gaze when standing behind Sir, remembering that
meeting his gaze without permission was another mistake it had no wish to
repeat.

Sir shoulders and chest were small and almost hairless, yet obviously
powerful.  His abdomen was not as tight as his objects but this did not
matter, it was still obviously superior.  Lower.

It carefully cupped Sirs heavy balls in the soft towel and began to very
gently dry them.  Sir let out a low slow moan.  As it held Sirs balls it
wondered why they were so heavy and then it realised that Sir had been away
from his slave for four whole days.  It held Sirs semi erect cock in its
hand and frankly wondered what it should do.  It had long ago finished
drying it yet it had no wish to move on, it knew exactly what it wanted, to
give its owner relief primarily, also it wanted the sensation of Sirs seed
entering it that it had missed for days.  Sirs cock was getting harder.  It
felt a hand come down on the top of its head and that was all the
permission that it required.  The unworthy slave started slowly, using just
its tongue to tease the tip of Sirs now fully erect cock.  It pulled back
Sirs foreskin and nibbled at it, always with extreme care.  More of an
indication of what was to come.  It opened its mouth and took Sir until his
balls were both metaphorically and quite literally resting on its chin.
Whilst Sir was away it had continued its trained, determined to rid itself
of a gag reflex once and for all.  Sir seemed to suddenly wake up.  He
grabbed its head roughly and buried himself as far down its throat as he
could.  Simultaneously, he reached down and held its nose.  The unnamed
slave truly welcomed this, it has learned to truly enjoy the sensation as
its vision converted from full to tunnel, it could feel itself passing out,
only to have Sir release his grip, inhale a huge breath and its vision
return to normal.  Not that its enjoyment was in any way a pre requisite,
it was however a bonus.

Sir did this a few times before the slaves' lips felt that slightest of
twinges, welcoming what would cum next, quite literally.  It had however,
not known Sir to be away for four days before and the volume of Sirs orgasm
was spectacular.  Had Sir not been deep inside its throat it knew it would
have choked.  As Sir came, he said something almost softly.  A single word

"Adrastos"

Things then went back to normal for a considerable time.  Sir used his
property exactly as he was entitled to.  Any way he wanted.  One particular
day it was bred four times.  As Sir collapsed from his fourth load, he said

"Your name is Adrastos.  You will serve me well for many years.  Sir gives
you this name, and the meaning behind it.  Be proud of yourself Adrastos,
you have made your owner truly proud"

It said nothing.  The splendour of the moment had quite literally rendered
it mute.  Either that or Sir had scratched its vocal cords from ramming his
meat so deep.

"You look confused Adrastos. Do you know the meaning behind the name Sir
has given you?"

No Sir Adrastos replied.

"It comes from Greek mythology.  Quite literally translated, it means NOT
INCLINED TO RUN AWAY."

Adrastos beamed a huge smile.  It, no, Adrastos has earned his name he
thought.  Truly he thought this feeling of joy would never leave him.  Then
something fell on his head.  A Droplet, then another, and another.
Adrastos opened his mouth and swallowed Sirs piss, the smile still on his
face.

The End - By Thumper318