Date: Sun, 06 May 2012 10:36:33 -0400 From: spider3x3.excite Subject: SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE 6 The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature, or you are offended by the subject matter contained here, do not read any further. In real life, always play safe. Send any comments to spider3x3@excite.com * * * * * * * * SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE by TY SHANNON CHAPTER 7 About a week later -- a Saturday morning -- Walt called me about 9. My girl friend and I were still in bed, since we had been up late the night before partying, so it took me a minute to clear my head. "I'm going up and cut some firewood today," he said. "You want to come along? I'll pay you $10 an hour to work with me." I thought about that a minute -- my girl friend wanted me to take her shopping; but I really needed the money, so I replied, "Sure. When?" "Can you be ready in 30 minutes?" "Make it 45." "Fine. I'll pick you up." She asked me what the call was about, and I told her that I had a chance for a day's work -- but I didn't tell her exactly what, since she didn't know anything about Walt. She bitched a little, but I ignored her. I took a quick shower and shaved, so I wouldn't look scuzzy for him. I was waiting outside when he arrived, and we drove off. He stopped at a fast-food place so I could get a cup of coffee and a bite to eat, and then we headed out of town. He owned a piece of land where he cut firewood, but it was about an hour away. We got up to his property and spent several hours there. It was a sunny day with the temperature about 70, so we worked with our shirts off. He didn't work me real hard, but slugging a chain saw is not easy and we worked up a good sweat. Seeing his naked torso started to get to me, and I thought it would be fun to fuck around out there in the woods. I tried to rub against him a couple times, and touched him once in a while, but he didn't pick up on it -- and since he was the boss in this relationship, I didn't push it. It was almost 6 when we got back to town, and he asked, "Want to come up to my place and fix something to eat? We can cook burgers on the grill." "Sounds good to me." So he stopped at a store for some ground beef and rolls, and we went to his house. We took a quick shower together and then went back down to the kitchen. I fixed a salad while he cooked, and then we ate. When we were done we took the dishes to the sink and cleaned things up. Then he came up behind me and put his arms around me. He kissed the back of my neck and worked one hand down into my jeans, and ran his fingers into the hair around my cock. He whispered in my ear, "What do you think, Larry? Want to go upstairs for a while?" "HMMMmmmm. I would like that --- Sir." "AAAhh. Are you saying you want the leather on?" I smiled -- he picked up on that. "Yes, Sir. I want you to use me, so I can't stop you." "That's good, Larry. This is the first time you really offered to do it." "I know, but I'm getting so I like it, Sir." My cock was starting to get hard, and he squeezed it. "So you're in the mood to be punished?" I looked back at him. "Not really, Sir. But as long as I don't screw up I won't be punished, will I?" "That's not right, Larry -- think about it. What does your slave oath say?" I thought about it. "My body belongs to you, Sir." "That's right. If I feel like punishing you, I will, whether you screw up or not." "I understand, Sir." I had forgotten that -- but I knew I could trust him, and I was sure whatever he did would be an incredible turn-on. So he turned me around and kissed me on the mouth. "Okay, slave, go upstairs and make yourself ready for me." I obeyed, and when I got up to the bedroom I saw the leather laying there on the bed. That fucker! He intended this all along! But I should have known. I quickly undressed and put on the collar and cuffs, and spread myself on the bed. I knew he would make me wait a little, and while my dick was half-hard just thinking about what was coming, I didn't try to keep it up. It was almost 10 minutes before I heard him coming up the stairs, and then I pushed my arms and legs farther apart till my muscles were straining, the way he required. He walked into the room and looked down at my naked body. "You're not hard, slave." "No, Sir." After last time, I had expected that. He sat on the bed and played with me some, and my cock quickly became rigid in his hand. Then he stood up and removed his clothes except for his shorts. "Stand up, slave." I obeyed, and he clipped my hands together behind my back. Then he pushed me down on my knees in front of him and pulled my head roughly against his bulging shorts. I rubbed my face around his crotch and licked at his cock through the cloth. But then he told me, "You know what to do, slave." I looked up at him briefly, "Yes, Sir." I grasped his shorts with my teeth and slowly worked them down, and his dick got harder as it emerged into view. I finally got them off and dropped them over on the chair the way he liked, and then moved back in front of him, still on my knees. My dick throbbed as I looked at his huge prick, and I licked my lips. I wanted it, but I had to wait till he said it was OK. He held my head with one hand while he wiped his cock head across my face -- over my eyes and cheeks and lips. God, I loved the feel of it sliding across my skin! "Open, slave." I did, and he pushed into me, hard and rough. I just knelt there and took it -- I couldn't stop him and that was the way I liked it! He raped my mouth for several minutes, hitting the back of my throat on every stroke. That used to make me gag, but I could handle it now -- and I loved it! He pulled it out briefly and asked, "What are you, slave?" I knew what he wanted to hear. "I'm a cocksucker, Sir. I'm your cocksucking slave." "That's right, boy, and don't you forget it!" Then he pushed back into me and fucked my mouth some more. But finally he pulled away and made me stand up. He re-fastened my hands in front of me and led me over to face the bedroom door. He tied a short piece of rope to my wrists, and closed the door most of the way. Then he raised my hands over my head and pushed me up tight against the mirror on the door -- God, that glass felt cold! But I didn't say anything. He slipped the rope over the top of the door and then shut it tight, so that my hands were held up in the air and I couldn't get away. "Spread those legs!" I did what he said, and his hand caressed down my back and over my ass cheeks. But then he slapped them sharply, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" "Ouch!!" That smarted, but it wasn't too hard and it felt good, and my prick surged. His finger probed at my asshole a little, but didn't go in. Then from the corner of my eye I saw him go over to the dresser and get the jar of lube. Shit! I didn't particularly feel like getting fucked today, but it looked like I didn't have any choice. He moved back behind me and I felt his finger as it slipped into my asshole and greased it up. Then it went away, and after a minute something bigger and harder started to slide into me. "UUUNNGGGHHH!!" I tried to pull away from it, but that just pressed me tightly against the door. He kept pushing and my gut filled with the dildo, or whatever it was. I could feel it hit bottom, and my ass squirmed as I adjusted to it. He wriggled it around to make sure it was in tight, and then stepped back -- I could see him behind me in the mirror. "That's a butt plug, slave. Don't let it slip out." "Yes, Sir." But I didn't know if I could prevent it. He moved away for a minute and then stepped back behind me. His hand tugged and pulled at my ass cheeks several times, and pushed roughly on the butt plug. It was starting to feel good inside of me, and I was beginning to think that getting fucked might be fun. But then, suddenly, he struck me with a leather strap! "SMACK!" Hard, right across my ass! "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Across both cheeks! "SMACK! SMACK!" On my back -- it hurt, and I moaned in my throat and struggled against the ropes. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Harder, on the backs of my thighs! Why was it that this always hurt worse than I remembered it??? He paused and ran his hand over my sore ass cheeks. "You okay, slave?" "Yes, Sir." What could I say? He was doing what he wanted to my body and I couldn't stop him. And I knew complaining wouldn't do any good. He stepped back again, and then he started flicking the strap lightly back and forth across my ass cheeks. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" It didn't hurt bad, but he went on and on and on. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" Then he did it a little faster and a little harder. My ass felt like it was on fire and my hips squirmed, trying helplessly to get away from the strap -- but my hard dick was rubbing against the glass. But then he struck harder still. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The heat in my ass flowed down to my balls and my throbbing cock, and I ground it tightly against the mirror. I could feel the plug in my ass moving around as my hips twisted and turned! But he just kept going and going, and the pain boiled up into my blood. "OOOOHHHHH!!! YEAH!!" I wanted to cum! I couldn't help myself -- I pushed my ass backwards away from the door, so he could hit it better! "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The sweat rolled down my sides! He went on and on and on, and I was going crazy from the sensations! But then, suddenly, he stopped!!! "HHHHHNNNNNHHH!!" My ass was on fire, and I ground my crotch against the mirror. This was wild! I was glad he stopped -- but I also wished he'd kept going!! I might even have cum from it! But he tossed the strap onto the bed, and then caressed my burning ass lightly with his hand. But it was so sore even that hurt. "OOOOOHHHH, please, Sir!" He moved up tight against my back and slid his hard prick down between my legs. My ass was so tender I could feel his pubic hair scraping against my flesh. But he just stood there tightly against me for several minutes, till I finally came back to earth. "You okay, slave?" My voice was hoarse. "I don't know, Sir. I think so." He stepped back and grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. It was a struggle with my hands tied overhead, but I managed it. He grasped my hard cock in his hand and pushed me back tightly against the door -- and my aching ass was flattened against the glass mirror. He kissed me hard and drove his tongue into my mouth for several moments -- I knew better than to try to fight it. Then he picked up the strap again and positioned himself at my side. "Spread those legs, slave." I obeyed, and then I saw his arm pull back. "Slap!" Across my chest. "Slap!" Across my nipples. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" He was working it steadily and carefully down across my abdomen. I tightened my stomach. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" I groaned -- he just missed my throbbing cock, and my whole torso was on fire. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" He worked down my right thigh, all the way to my knee. I wanted to pull my legs together, but I knew he wouldn't like that. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Down my left thigh. There was a continuous moan in my throat as he punished me. I closed my eyes and twisted against the door, but I couldn't get away. He paused briefly, and then, "Slap! Slap! Slap!" "OOOOHHH!!!" Right on my pulsing dick! "Please, Sir!!" "Shut up, slave!" "SMACK!" Harder, on my chest again, and curling around into my tender armpit. "SMACK!" Harder still, right on my left nipple. "Please, Sir, that's too much!" "SMACK!" On my right nipple. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" He worked his way down across my stomach again, and the sweat was running down my sides. Three lighter strokes, "Slap! Slap! Slap!" on my prick, and it burned and bounced up and down in front of me. "Please, Sir! It's too much!!" "SMACK!!!" One stroke, really hard, across my tender nipples! He threw the belt onto the bed, and began to run his hands gently across my burning flesh. I just sagged from the ropes and let him do it. Then he went over to the dresser and came back with a small chain in his hand. I looked at it -- and recognized the nipple clips! Shit! I was getting the full program this time! His fingers played with my left nipple and squeezed it several times, getting it stiff, and then he applied a clip. Instant pain! My breath hissed through my teeth but I managed to keep from crying out. But then he tugged at the right nipple and applied the other clip. More pain! "UUUNNNNNHHH!" I couldn't help it! The connecting chain bounced on my chest as I squirmed against the door. He stood there smiling and squeezed my throbbing dick, and watched my face. After a few minutes the pain settled back to a dull ache -- but he saw that and pulled harshly on the nipple chain! "UUUUGGGHHHH!!! Please, Sir!" He just squeezed harder on my cock and jerked it around. Pain in my nipples! Pressure on my prick! My burning ass rubbing against the mirror! And all I could think about was -- my body belonged to him! -- I couldn't stop him! -- I wanted to cum!!! But then he stepped back and opened the door a little, and pulled the rope free from it. I dropped my hands down in front of me and stepped gingerly away from the mirror. He grasped my throbbing dick again, and pulled me against him and kissed me. I just rested against his body and let him do it, trying to keep the nipple chain from jerking around too much. Eventually he gently pushed me away from him. "Walk around a little, slave. Your ass will feel better." I walked around the room a few times and the fire in my ass finally subsided to a dull ache. But with every step I felt the butt plug moving inside of me and the chain jerking on my tortured nipples. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and could see the red stripes all over my body -- what was my girlfriend going to say? Then he removed the rope from my wrists and re-fastened my hands behind me. God! What was he going to do next??? "Come on, slave, we're going downstairs." I just followed him, my hard prick bobbing in front of me and the nipple chain bouncing on every step. We went into the front room and walked over to the corner where an organ sat. He pulled the bench out away from the it. "Sit down on the bench, slave, with your legs straddling it." I looked at it. Shit, that was going to hurt my tender ass! But I automatically responded, "Yes, Sir." I moved behind it and spread my legs, and carefully walked up over it. Then I very gently sat down. "OOOOHHHH!!" The pressure on my aching ass really hurt, and the butt plug was forced farther up into me, but I finally adjusted to it. Then he knelt down and tied my ankles to the legs of the bench. I just sat there with my hands still bound behind my back, breathing heavily and waiting for his instructions. He stepped up to the end of the bench facing me, with his huge prick pointed right at me. "Lean forward, slave, and start sucking me." I did what he said, but really had to stretch to reach him. I pushed my lips down onto his hot dick -- and realized that leaning forward like this caused the nipple chain to swing back and forth below my chest! Fresh pain! But he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back! "Come on, slave! Stroke it!" I had to groan in my throat, but I started sliding my mouth down onto his cock and back up -- down and up -- down and up! The chain began swinging violently beneath me and the clips jerked continuously on my screaming nipples. My cock was throbbing, and I could feel his dick getting hotter inside my mouth. After several minutes I could hear him breathing hoarsely. "Yeah, slave!! Do it!! I'm gonna cum!!!" I tried to close my mind to the pain in my chest, and sucked him faster and harder. But then he suddenly grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, fast and furious! I almost gagged as his cock jabbed into my throat. The butt plug pushed into my ass every time he drove into me and the clips flopped around on my nipples. My cock pulsed -- he was raping my mouth and I couldn't stop him! But I wanted it!! And then finally he came!! He spurted into my mouth -- again -- again! I swallowed quickly and he kept stroking into me. Finally he stopped. He held my head tightly against his abdomen and the nipple chain eventually stopped swinging. I sucked the last drops of cum from his softening prick and then he pulled it out. He leaned down and kissed me. "Great shit, slave!" I was exhausted, but I managed to reply, "Thank you, Sir." He quickly untied my ankles and had me stand up, and then led me back upstairs. My nipples were almost dead to the pain. In the bedroom he had me bend over the bed and eased the butt plug from my ass. "OOOOOHHHhhh!" I missed the feeling of fullness in my gut -- but the nipple chain was swinging again. Then he took me back over to the door. He fastened my wrists in front of me again and tied the rope to them. He turned my back to the door so I was facing him this time, and raised my arms up and shut the door on the rope again so I couldn't get away -- and couldn't prevent whatever he wanted to do to me. But my ass burned and my nipples throbbed from the punishment. "You're not going to punish me any more, are you, Sir?" He slapped my face lightly. "Don't ask questions, slave. I'll do what I want with you." I just looked down at the floor. "Yes, Sir." But he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and kissed me. "As it happens, I won't. But I still have to get you off." Then he got the vibrator from the dresser and greased it up good. He knelt in front of me and I spread my legs so he could ease it up into my asshole. Then he started fucking me with it -- in and out -- in and out. "MMMMmmmm! That feels good, Sir." But I tried not to move my chest, to keep the nipple chain from swinging. After a couple minutes he stopped and turned on the vibrator. "OOOHHHHH, God!!!" I couldn't help myself -- my hips squirmed to the buzzing sensations inside of me and my tender ass rubbed against the mirror. Then he took my hot dick into his mouth and started sucking on it, while he worked the vibrator around roughly inside my ass. He pulled off for a minute. "Okay, slave. I want you to start fucking my mouth." He took the head of my cock in his mouth and just held it there. By pushing my hips away from the door I could stroke into him, so I started to slowly fuck his mouth, and he worked the vibrator more. God, it was intense! But it was hard work. Then he moved his mouth a little farther away from me, so I had to really lunge at him to stroke it. This caused the nipple clips to start bouncing again. "OOHHH, God, Sir!!" Pain as my ass hit against the mirror on every stroke! Tightness in my body as I strained to push into him! Pain in my nipples! Buzzing inside my ass! Hot wetness wrapped around my cock! Fuck, I wanted to cum!!! His other hand reached up and tugged on the nipple chain! My blood boiled! "UUUUUGGGHHHH!! TOO MUCH!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!" He quickly removed the clips from my nipples! More pain!! But the sensations all came together inside me, and my balls tightened and I threw my body towards him on every stroke --- and with a loud groan I came!!! Over and over and over!!!! Spurting into his mouth -- again and again!!! Finally I collapsed back against the door, completely drained and exhausted. But his mouth stayed with me, holding my softening dick embedded inside him, and he kept stroking on it. "OOOHHHH, don't, Sir! That's too much." But he sucked it more as I writhed against the door --- my cock was too sensitive, but I couldn't stop him! But eventually he quit and let my dick slip out of his mouth. He turned off the vibrator and slid it out, and dropped it on the floor. Then he stood up and freed the rope on my wrists, and took me in his arms. My bound hands fell down over his shoulders and we just rested there for several minutes. Then he led me over to the bed and had me lay down, and he lay down beside me. He licked over one nipple gently, and then the other -- they were incredibly tender but that seemed to help. He kissed me. "How you doing, slave?" "I don't know, Sir. Okay, I guess." His hand caressed my abdomen idly. After a couple minutes I asked, "Could I have a cigarette, Sir?" I was going to just get one, but my hands were still cuffed together so the game wasn't over yet. "Sure." He reached over to my shirt and pulled a cigarette out of the pack, lit it up, and gave it to me. Surprise! I expected him to make me get it myself. His hand moved over my body again, and he said, "I was pretty rough on you, wasn't I, slave?" "Yes, Sir -- at least I thought so." "Well, I won't apologize for it. When you wear the leather, you take what happens. You should know that by now." "Yes, Sir." "But was that a great orgasm, or what?" I had to laugh. "It sure was, Sir. It was fantastic! Probably the best I've ever done!" He laughed, too. "Good. It was supposed to be. See, I was watching you this afternoon, out there in the woods with your shirt off, and it was turning me on." "Me, too, Sir. I was kind of hoping we would get it on right out there in the open." He smiled. "I know -- I saw the signals you were giving. But I started fantasizing about this scene and decided to wait till we got back here." "I understand, Sir." "But sometime we'll go back there and play for a while." "I would like that, Sir." He looked me in the eye. "Of course, I may take some ropes along to make it more interesting." I smiled at that. "Yes, Sir. Whatever you say." He played with my nipples a little and I had to wince -- they were still very tender. Then he asked, "How are you feeling?" "My ass is very sore, Sir." "I know how you feel, but I intended it to be." "Yes, Sir." I thought about that a minute. "Have you ever taken the slave role, Sir?" He looked at me. "Sure -- lots of times. When I was your age, that was my scene -- I was one of the hottest slaves around. So I know exactly how your ass feels, and that it will be sore for a couple days yet. And I know how sensitive your nipples are right now, but that will go away in a few hours. In fact, in all the scenes we've done together, I have never done anything to your body that I haven't experienced myself, many times over." "That's good to know, Sir. You know what you're doing." "Good. Trust in a master's ability is very important for a slave." "Yes, Sir. I realize that." "But it's also an important part of the scene to push a slave a little farther than he really wants to go, at least once in a while, so he`s always uncertain just what's liable to be done to him. Otherwise the scenes become pretty routine and lose a lot of their excitement." "I hadn't thought about that, Sir, but I can see what you mean." My cigarette was finished and I put it out in the ash tray. Then I raised my arms above my head and spread my legs a little, so my body was available to him, and his hand roamed idly over me. Then I asked, "Sir, what's it like to be a real slave -- a full-time, live-in slave?" He looked sharply at me for several moments. "Do you mean in general, or specifically if you were to be my slave?" "What's involved if I wanted to be your slave, Sir, and live up here with you? I've thought about that several times recently." He thought about it briefly and then sat up on the bed facing me. His hand continued to caress my body as he talked. "Well, it doesn't just happen overnight. I've had three slaves live with me over the past ten years, and the process I've developed involves three steps. If you should decide you want to try it -- and assuming I agree to accept you -- the first step is for you to come up here and visit me for two weeks. You don't move in -- it's just a visit. You don't need to bring anything with you because you'll spend the full two weeks naked, except for the leather and chains. During that period you'll be my slave in every sense of the word. I'll work your ass pretty hard around the house some days, you'll be punished frequently, and I'll use your body sexually in ways you've never thought of." "That's kind of what I expected, Sir. But what about my family and friends? Will I get to see them at all?" "You will not see anyone; in fact, you won't leave the house. At the end of the first week you'll be allowed to make two phone calls, but I'll be listening on the other phone." "Why is that, Sir? That doesn't sound very fair." "Think about it, Larry. When you are a slave, there's no such thing as `fair'. Your body and your life belong to me, and I'll do what I want with you. The basic rule is that you obey my rules and my commands or you get punished, whether you feel it's fair or not. If you can't accept that, you have no business even talking about it." "Yes, Sir. I guess I understand that." "The purpose of this trial period is to teach you several things. One is to have you experience what it means to really be a slave. These games we play are exciting and enjoyable, but it's not really slavery, because down inside you know that when the scene is over -- even if it lasts a couple days -- you can go home to your normal life. True slavery means that every minute of your life is under my control, from now till some indefinite time in the future; and this trial period will give you a better feel for what that's like. "A second purpose is to teach you implicit obedience to me. It takes practice -- and punishment -- to learn to obey every command immediately, without any questions or hesitation. You're doing pretty good at that now, but you're not perfect." "I know, Sir." "And the third purpose, which relates to your question about the phone calls, is to make you understand that as a slave you have NO private life of your own. Instead, you are committed to being an integral part of my life. I certainly don't expect you to cut yourself off from your family, but those contacts will happen only when I allow it." "I guess it's more complicated than I thought, Sir." "And you need to understand up front that once you step through my door, you are committed to the full two weeks. Any complaining or talk about leaving will be severely punished." "I understand, Sir." "But when the two weeks are up, you can get dressed and I'll take you back to your apartment. You then have 1 week to think about what's happened, and decide if you want to continue with the program. You basically have three choices. You can decide you've had enough of the scene, and essentially say `goodbye' and never get together again. Or you can decide that you'd rather leave things just the way they are right now -- seeing each other occasionally and playing our games. However, in that case I will have to decide if I want to look for someone else who's willing to commit to the permanent relationship. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." In the back of my mind I had known that possibility might come up. "The third option is to decide that you really want to be my live-in slave, and in that case you will move in here with me. I will help you get rid of your apartment and the stuff you don't need. And that will begin the second step of the process, which is a period of about 6 months of training. I'll show you what your normal duties are here in the house -- you'll be expected to keep the place clean, and do most of the cooking and kitchen work, as well as taking care of the lawn and garden outside. "We'll be going out together from time to time, and I'll teach you how to handle things when we are out in public. But sometimes we will be visiting friends of mine who will know that you are my slave, and I'll teach you how to act in those situations, too. "You'll be expected to work out regularly on the equipment in the basement." He ran his hand across my chest. "You could stand to put a little more bulk on your body, and I'll expect you to be in excellent shape, so I can always be proud of the way you look. And since you didn't finish high school, I'll work with you so that by the end of this training period you'll have your GED. "But you'll still be my slave, of course. Except for special circumstances, whenever you're in the house you will be naked and wear the leather. And the basic rule always applies -- obey or be punished. "Your official position will be that of my housekeeper, and I'll pay you the minimum wage for 40 hours a week; but since you'll have little need for money, it will be put into a savings account for you. I will supply you with everything you need to live here." "What about my family and friends, Sir?" "You will have to decide what you're going to tell your family about our relationship. You certainly don't have to tell them that you're a slave here -- they probably wouldn't understand that. But my experience says that you're asking for trouble if you try to keep it secret that you are living with me. "As for your friends, you'll probably have to give up most of them. They aren't going to understand what's going on here, either. Besides, during this training period you'll only be allowed out of the house on your own for very special circumstances -- like for a holiday or a family birthday. And I don't think you'll want to have friends up here and let them see you naked and in chains." I smiled at that. "That's true, Sir. But what about my girl friend?" He looked sharply at me. "That's a stupid question, slave. Your body and your life will belong to me -- there's no room for any girl friend. Believe me, you'll get all the sex you need right here -- probably more than you really want. If you have sex with anyone else, it will be where and when I tell you." I thought about that -- maybe he meant a three-way, and that could be fun. Or maybe he meant he would let someone else use me. I wasn't sure I liked that idea -- but if I belonged to him, I would have no choice about it. But then there was the problem of having no women to fuck -- and I wasn't sure I could handle that. He went on, "Then, when the 6-month training period is over, I will relax the rules a little. I'll help you get a job, if you want to, and you'll be allowed some freedom to go out on your own. But you'll still be my slave at all other times, which means naked and in chains whenever you're in the house." "I understand, Sir." "Good. I've told you all you need to know about that. If you decide you want to start the two-week trial period, let me know and we'll talk about it. But I'm not going to bring it up or ever try to talk you into it. Being my slave represents a serious, dedicated, full-time commitment on your part, and if you don't want it bad enough to push for it, it would never work. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." He was quiet for a couple minutes, and I realized that I needed to take a leak. So I sat up and asked, "Is the game over, Sir? I need to go to the bathroom." "SMACK!" His hand slapped my face. "Did I tell you the game is over, slave?" I just looked at him. "No, Sir." "Then it's not over." So I lay back on the bed again -- I guessed I would just have to hold it in for a while yet. Then he lay back on the bed beside me. "Come over here and kiss me, slave." I rolled over against his body and kissed him. His tongue slid across my lips, so I opened my mouth and it slipped inside and worked around. Then he pushed me back. "Now suck my cock and make it hard, slave. I want to fuck you." I sat up. "Yes, Sir." It looked like I was going to get fucked after all -- but I was ready for it! I leaned down and took his dick in my mouth and started sucking on it -- up and down -- up and down. It quickly got hard as I swung on it -- and my prick started to stand up, too. I made my lips tight and pushed down on him as far as I could, to make it good for him. But shortly he said, "That's good, slave. Now get the lube and grease it up." I went over to the dresser and got the jar, and climbed back on the bed beside him. Then I coated his stiff cock up good and worked it around with my hand. "Okay, slave, now get up here and sit down on it." So I got up on my knees and straddled his waist. It was a little awkward with my hands clipped together, but I grasped his huge cock and positioned it against my asshole. Then I slowly pushed down on it, and he thrust upwards a little and the head popped into me. My face screwed up from a little pain. "HHHMMMMMmmmm." But I relaxed the muscles and felt it fill me up as I settled down onto it. God, that was big! It felt like it was going to poke right through my chest! But I kept pushing downwards till my sore ass cheeks were rubbing against his abdomen. Then I leaned forward with my hands on his chest and started to stroke on him -- up and down -- up and down -- slowly and easily. His eyes closed and his hips arched up off the bed as I rode up and down on his shaft. "Yeah, slave. That's good." I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of it sliding in and out of my asshole. My prick was bobbing and throbbing in front of me. He let me do this for several minutes, but then he said, "Sit up straight, slave." I did as he ordered, while I continued to bounce up and down on his cock. I realized that this way my sore ass cheeks slapped harder against his flesh, and it hurt. But I saw him smiling and I knew that that was exactly what he wanted. With one hand he started to play with my dick, while the other hand toyed with my still-tender nipples. "Put your hands behind your head, slave." I lifted my bound hands behind my head, which tightened the muscles in my arms and stomach and chest. "Yeah, slave. That looks great." His hand caressed my body as he started stroking my hot cock. Shortly he told me, "Come on, slave, do it harder." I could feel my blood starting to boil, and I was breathing heavily as I began jamming my ass down onto him. "OOOHH, God, Sir! That feels so good!" I pushed harder on every thrust, and my burning ass cheeks slapped against his flesh every time. "SLAP! ... SLAP! ... SLAP! ... SLAP!" I felt his pubic hair rubbing my tender skin each time I hit bottom. He stroked me faster. "Come on, slave! Do it!!" My arms and chest and stomach strained, and I was gasping for breath as I pounded up and down on him. This was hard work! "You've gotta cum at the same time!" He pinched one sore nipple, and I responded, "UUUUGGGHHHH!!!" He thrust his hips up into me on every stroke! I felt his cock head get hot inside of me and I jammed myself down onto him. He pinched my other nipple. "OOOHHHH!!! FUCK!!!" Then he came -- and I felt his hot jizz spurt into me, over and over, and it coated my guts! He groaned, and squeezed my throbbing prick and beat it faster -- and I came, too!!! I spurted across his chest -- and onto his tight stomach -- again and again!! And I kept bouncing on him. But eventually he told me, "Stop, slave." I just sat there with his pulsing dick embedded in me, and the sweat ran down my sides as I gasped for breath. He milked my cock a little and then lifted his hand up to my mouth. I carefully licked all my cum from it. When I was done, he said, "Get up, slave." I eased myself upwards and his softening dick slipped out of me. "OOhhhhh." I hated to lose it. He looked down at his stomach. "It's a mess, slave. You'd better clean that up, too." I knew that was an order so I dropped my hands down in front of me and leaned forward, and started to lick my cum off his chest and stomach. When it was clean, he pushed my head down into the hair at his cock, and I licked up the rest of his cum there. Then he told me, "My cock, too." I screwed up my face and hesitated -- his cock just came out of my asshole! "Smack!" His hand slapped my face. "Don't think about it, slave. Just do it!!" "Yes, Sir." I quickly took his half-hard dick into my mouth, and laved my tongue around it and sucked the slimey stuff off it. When I was finally done I lay back to rest. He rolled over against me and kissed me, long and slow, and I kissed him back. "That's very good, slave. You came twice in one hour." I just smiled. "Yes, Sir. I haven't done that in a long time." He laughed. "Neither have I." He reached down and found my softening dick. "I guess you just bring out the animal in me, slave." "I'm glad, Sir." What could I say? We lay there quietly for a few more minutes, and then he kissed me once more and unclipped my wrists. "The game's over, Larry. You can go take a leak now." "Thank you, Sir." We both laughed at that. "See, Larry? You're learning." I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little, and then I came back and we got dressed. I had to be careful with my sore ass and tender nipples. Then we got in the car and he took me home. As he drove away, I was thinking of ways I could keep my girl friend from seeing the marks on my body, and wondering what she would say if I told her I was thinking about moving in with him.