0 comments/ 19068 views/ 2 favorites The Ascension of Will Ch. 01 By: Varla_Pussycat This story is intended to be a biography of my friend "Will." Will becomes a slave to a dominate male/female couple and eventually finds his true calling as a Master to female submissives/slaves. I want to forewarn that the first three chapters of this story are not safe, sane, or consensual. There are also some gay male scenes. xxx ************************* It was 3 o'clock in the morning and Will was alone in his bedroom. As usual, he was sitting in front of the only source of light in the room, his computer. He idly opened different screens, most of them displaying some form of BDSM porn involving both men and women. Not seeing anything new, Will closed the windows. He stood up and walked over to his cluttered bed. Earlier that evening, he picked up a local underground newspaper. He opened it and immediately turned to the last several pages where the personals were located. He intently scanned the ads under the couples' category. There were a few of interest, but one in particular caught his eye. If Will was deciphering the abbreviations correctly, it was a one male and two female household looking for a live in male slave. Will stared at the ad for a long time before finally deciding to call the number in the morning. He had called on other ads before, but he never had the courage to go through with meeting the people. Since he had started looking at BDSM porn months ago, he had become fascinated with the lifestyle aspect of it. The life of a slave seemed easy to him or, at least, better than his current situation. Lately, he found himself drinking too much and working too little. He was constantly fighting with his parents. This could be his chance for a fresh start. As soon as he had graduated high school, Will's parents moved to Florida and left him with no choice but to follow. Will had not gotten along with them since starting high school and now things were even worse. Recently, Will told them about an incident with his step cousin. Over the course of several months his step cousin had raped him repeatedly. His step cousin was a clean cut model college student and, in their eyes, Will was a long haired jobless kid who was lying about being raped. Will was too embarrassed to tell anyone else, so he kept his dark secret to himself. Will flopped down on the bed and pondered his present options again. He would at least call the people from the ad to see what they sounded like. He imagined the possibilities of living as a slave boy as he drifted off to sleep. ************************* Will stood on the doorstep of the large Spanish style house and inhaled a deep breath of humid Florida night air. Instead of clearing his head, it only added to his intoxication and his head swam. He had been drinking; a feeble attempt to soothe his nerves, which had not helped. Part of him wanted to ring the bell and part of him wanted to bolt. Fuck it... Will thought to himself as he shifted his weight nervously before blindly pressing the illuminated doorbell. The large door quickly swung open and a petite redheaded woman in a short white dress appeared. She did not smile when she saw their acquisition, the wiry 19 year old kid from Iowa. "Come in," she said softly. "Hello, Mistress," Will offered with a feigned boyish grin but she only nodded her head in acknowledgement. He stepped inside of the large marble tiled entryway and followed the woman into an immaculate living room. It contained only a few pieces of expensive looking furniture and large television. A large middle aged man with short gray hair and an overweight younger woman sat on a white leather sofa. Will had briefly met them before and knew the man's name was Rob and the woman was his wife, Amy. "Have you made all of your arrangements?" the man asked casually. "Yes, Master," Will answered. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he glanced down at the coffee table. Lying inconspicuously on it were some papers and a menacing looking thick black leather collar. He had never seen a collar like it in person. "Well then, let's get this over with, boy," the man picked up a pen and held it out to Will. Will hesitated for a split second and then fumbled to take the pen into his own hand. He snuck one last glance around the rich looking home, attempting to convince himself he was doing the right thing. Shakily, he bent down and scribbled his signature on the contract. The man smiled broadly and stood up, taking the collar in his hand as he did. "Take your clothes off, boy," he ordered. Will looked up at the man that he had just voluntarily given himself to and felt a slight twinge of panic. The man was only a few inches taller, but he easily outweighed Will by a hundred pounds. He tried not to think about the two women and man staring at him as he slowly took off his shirt and then his jeans, tossing them on the floor. He had not bothered to wear underwear that day. "Fold them," the man said. Will carefully bent down to pick up the clothes. He was suddenly too aware of his nakedness and began to flush with embarrassment. He could feel them staring at him. His hands shook as he tried to fold the clothes as quickly and neatly as he could. "Put them on the table," the redhead said from behind Will. Will did as she ordered and then stood up straight again. The Master approached him with the collar and he forced himself to remain motionless by closing his eyes. "Lift up your hair," said the man. Will gathered up his long dark brown hair with one hand. He felt the man's hot breath creep across his exposed neck as he placed the collar on him. Will opened his eyes when he heard the click of the small padlock permanently securing the collar on him. "Now," the man said, his tone of voice darkening, "thank us for taking someone as pathetic as you into our home." "Thank—," Will began to say, looking up at the man. "Do not look me in the eyes, boy," the man said sharply. Will remained silent and looked down at the floor. He was unsure of what else to do. "I think he should be punished," said the Mistress. "Julia, get the handcuffs, lube, and cane." "Yes, Master," she left the room with a smirk on her face. Will stole a glance at Amy and she also looked slightly amused by the situation. He was again too acutely aware of his nakedness. Before coming to the home he shaved his pubic area, as they had required, and he felt more exposed than ever. He tried not to think about what was going to happen next. They won't really hurt me, he desperately thought. "Here, Master," the Mistress reappeared in the living room with the requested items and held them out proudly to the man. "Lay face down on the coffee table," the man said. Will tentatively did as he requested, awkwardly draping himself across it. The urge to grab his clothes and run suddenly returned, but he was determined to see this through. The Mistress secured his wrists to the legs of the table with the handcuffs and then did the same with his ankles. "Now, boy, let's go over the rules once more," the man gruffly said from behind him, "You do not speak unless spoken to. Do not make eye contact. Obey every order without question. Remember, you are a worthless slave...Now, what are you, boy?" Before Will could respond, the Mistress walked behind him and roughly grabbed his testicles, pulling them. Will groaned as he felt a sharp, burning ache developing in his groin. "Answer him, cunt," the Mistress said. "A worthless slave," Will managed to moan. She released him from her grasp, taking one last chance to rake her sharp fingernails over his sensitive skin, before she walked in front of him. Will struggled to look up at her and she smiled cruelly. She paused for a moment and then took off her dress revealing her pale naked body. "Like what you see, cunt?" She asked as she arched her back, thrusting out her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Before Will could admire her further, he felt a flash of pain sear through his lower back as the cane struck him. He cried out as the Master continued to beat him across the back, ass, and thighs. He had never been struck with a cane before and the amount of pain was infinitely more than he imagined. Between lashes of the cane, the Master asked, "Who do you belong to?" "You, Master," Will answered tearfully. His flesh was on fire and he was sure his skin had split open in a few areas. The man did not say anything before striking Will once again. The caning seemed like it went on forever. Will tried not to scream out loud or beg him to stop, but by the end of the ordeal he found himself nearly hoarse. Will unexpectedly felt a hand slide down the crack of his ass before his cheeks were pulled apart. The hand lingered again for a moment and then there was a sickening cold feeling as lubricant was spread across his anus. Suddenly, he felt the pressure of something against him. Will realized what was happening just as the Master's cock was forced inside him. He could feel his muscles involuntarily trying to push it back out and he was in agony again. It hurt more than the first time he was raped. He knew he had been torn and he could feel every inch of the cock inside of him as it stretched him open. "Stop. Please, stop," Will moaned, but the man continued. He had never felt so vulnerable before. There was no safe word and no way for Will to make the torture end. The redhead came back into Will's line of vision. She pulled a wicker chair close to the coffee table and sat down. She spread her legs and positioned her feet next to Will's shoulders forcing her cunt directly under his face. "Eat me, boy," she told Will. Will moved his head away from her in defiance. The cock in his ass was much bigger than the one he had before and pain was the only thing he was able to focus on. The Mistress grabbed a handful of Will's hair and wrapped it around her fist. She pulled it as hard as she could. "I said eat me, you stupid fucking bitch," she hissed. "Fuck you," Will spat back at her. She backed away from him and the Master continued vigorously fucking Will's ass, oblivious to the drama between Will and the Mistress. Will had not been prepared for the rapid intrusion and he was in a state of shock. The pain had eased only slightly, but he began to feel a sensation that he had not experienced during anal sex before. With each of the Master's thrusts, Will could feel his own cock involuntarily getting harder. To his horror, Will realized that he was about to cum from being fucked in the ass. With that thought, Will's orgasm began. It was more intense than anything he had ever experienced before. His cock leaked cum on the coffee table and onto his own stomach. As his climax was ending, Will felt the Master's cock swell as his cum spilled inside of his ass. The Master paused for a moment and then unceremoniously pulled his cock out. "He won't eat me, Master," the Mistress said with a pout. "He won't?" the Master asked. Will's stomach churned. He knew that he had made a mistake. The Master walked around to face Will. His blood streaked cock was slowly deflating. The Master grinned and asked, "So, you'd rather suck cock than eat pussy?" Will was appalled by the thought of sucking the cock that had just been in his ass. "Let me go!" Will demanded. He pulled at the cuffs in vain. Everyone in the room laughed. "You signed the contract, you are our property, and you will do whatever I say. Now...suck my cock." The Master took his cock in his hands and lifted it up to Will's mouth. Will refused to open his mouth. Even from his position, he could see the flash of rage in the Master's eyes. He slapped Will hard across the face, rocking his head to the side. He could already feel his cheek starting to swell and a slight trickle of blood running out of his nose. "Suck my cock, pussy boy." Will briefly struggled again in his bondage. The steel cuffs bit coldly against his skin. There was no way he could get either his hands or his ankles free. He could feel tears threatening to form as he painfully opened his mouth. The Master rammed himself inside of Will's mouth. For a moment, Will didn't taste anything, but then he suddenly found his tongue coated with the foul, plastic tasting lubricant. Hoping to quickly end the ordeal, he began flicking his tongue around the cock in his mouth. He was somewhat relived that all he tasted was the lube. Satisfied, the Master pulled his cock out of Will's mouth and said, "Now, you're going to eat both cunts in this room." Will did not argue. His knees and shoulders were aching terribly. He dared not resist again. The Mistress again took her place in the chair in front of Will, spreading her legs before him. Will had always enjoyed fucking women, but the last thing he wanted to do right now was pleasure this woman. He dispassionately stuck out his tongue and began to lap at her pink inner folds. "Don't you know how to eat a pussy? Lick my clit," she complained. Will glided his tongue up to what he hoped was her clit. He alternated rubbing and sucking on it. She began to push back against him until she was fucking his face. She ground herself against Will's face one last time as she came. The other woman, Amy, took her place. She had already taken her clothes off. Amy was not much older than Will, but despite her young age, her body was already a bit on the saggy side. Will felt the Mistress' cum drying to his face. He lowered his face to Amy's waiting cunt and he knew that this was going to be much worse. It smelled like she hadn't taken a shower in weeks. He tried not to breath through his nose and fought the urge to be sick. Will wanted the ordeal to be over as quickly as possible. Controlling his breathing, he immediately began to lick at Amy's clit. Will's tongue and jaw ached even more and he hoped that she would orgasm soon. Minutes went by before Amy started responding to Will's efforts. He could feel her slowly lifting up her hips to meet his tongue. Will concentrated harder and he was finally rewarded when Amy cried out signaling her orgasm. She smiled shyly at Will as she got up from the chair. "Uncuff him," the Master said. Will sighed silently in relief. He heard the click of a lock as the cuffs around his ankles were undone. Next, the Mistress moved up to his wrists and freed them. Will began to get up, but thought better of it. "Get up, boy," the Master said. Will struggled to move his limbs. He managed to clumsily make it off the coffee table and get to his feet. Standing up enraged every nerve in his back. It felt like his skin had been torn off from the caning. As he stared back at the three other naked people in the room, he could not hide the glower on his face. "See, boy, I knew you were a hole," the Master said with an arrogant grin when he saw the puddle of cum on the coffee table. He took two steps towards Will and grabbed his arm. His fingers dug into Will's flesh as he led him out of the living room, down a hallway, to a large bathroom. Once inside, the man shoved Will into the walk in shower. "You need to be clean before we move you to your new home," the man said. Will looked at him apprehensively, he wondered what they had planned for him now. His ass and back hurt more and more with each passing minute. The women were rummaging around drawers in the bathroom. Will cringed when he saw them pull out a small rubber hose and water bottle. Amy filled it with water and then approached him with it. "Bend over and grab your ankles," the man instructed. Shakily, Will did as he was told. He fought the urge to be sick again. Amy quickly inserted the tube. Will jumped as it entered him, he felt raw inside. The cold water flowed into his rectum instantly causing painful cramps. He clutched his stomach and doubled over even further. He could feel his face flushing from the discomfort. "You better hold it," the Master warned while Amy pulled the hose out of Will. Will struggled to do as he was told, kneeling on the shower floor to try and keep control of himself. Time inched by and he was relieved when they finally directed him to release. Will watched in horror as the blood and filth from his insides flowed down the large shower drain. When he was finished, the Master instructed him to rinse off again before stepping out of the shower. They did not allow him to dry himself off before they herded him into a dark room adjacent to the bathroom. Someone flipped on the light and Will saw that the room was actually a large closet. There was a door on each end, one leading to the bathroom and the other to the bedroom. The ends had chain link covering them, like a large dog kennel. There were also two silver dog bowls on the floor. For a brief moment, Will thought it was odd that he hadn't seen any dogs. "What's wrong, boy, you don't like your new home?" The Master asked mockingly. "You didn't say anything about this!" Will blurted out. He signed on to be a slave to live an easy life, not in a dog cage, eating and drinking out of dog bowls. They laughed at him. Will took a careful step backwards, just out of reach of the Master. He had always been a fast sprinter and he was sure that he could get out of the house before they could catch him. The Master moved his hand towards Will and he sprang forward, making a dash back into the bathroom and down the hall. Will reached the living room and saw his clothes. He paused, attempting to grab his jeans, and was suddenly tackled from behind. He hit the floor facedown with a hard thud as someone fell on top of him. When he landed, he could feel his nose crunching against the marble floor. The Master hauled Will to his feet by his hair and pulled him back to the bedroom. Will felt more blood dripping out of his nose. "You fucking piece of shit," the Master panted out as he shoved Will into the cage, "Let's see what 24 hours of being locked in here does to get you off. If you make one god damn noise, I'm going to gag you for the entire time." Undaunted, Will turned to try to fight his way back out again. The Master slapped him across the face knocking him to his knees. Will looked up and saw that Amy was standing behind him holding out a chastity device. The Master took it from her and said, "Stand up, boy." "Fuck you," Will spat and tried to back away from them. The man caught him by the bicep and pulled him to his feet. Will tried to struggle, but the man was too strong for him and quickly pinned his arms behind his back. "Amy, put it on him," the Master said breathlessly. She knelt down between Will's legs and locked it on. "It's on, Master," she said. The Master shoved Will away from him, sending him crashing into the wall. Will watched him exit from the room and secure the cage door. "Have fun," the Mistress called from over the Master's shoulder before he shut the door. Will bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something that would get him in more trouble. He stared blankly at the cage door for a long time, not really thinking about anything, trying to collect himself. Finally, he dared to move and sat down. He had to figure out how to get away. They had misled him and he cursed himself for stupidly trusting them. It all started with the personals ad. Will had spoken with Amy on the phone and she sounded so sweet. She explained the living situation: a Master, Mistress, and herself, a subbie. She invited Will to come and see the house and talk with them. The next day, Will was there and now, days after, he was here. Will sighed again and closed his eyes. When he opened them again minutes later, the room was black. Panic stabbed through him. He managed to take a shaky deep breath and rationalized that they had just turned off the light. As his eyes adjusted, he could see thin slivers of light surrounding each doorway. The Ascension of Will Ch. 01 Will closed his eyes again and leaned back against the wall. He wondered if he could sleep through most of the time. He fondly recalled that in high school he had once slept for eighteen hours straight. He focused on other amusing high school memories, trying to keep his sanity and pass the time. Will drifted off to sleep and woke up with a start. He was stiff and sore all over. His nose and his full bladder ached. He no longer saw the light outside of the door and wondered if they were sleeping. He tried to ignore his need to urinate, but the more he fought it, the more he needed to go. It didn't help that he was naked and cold. He wanted to call out for help, but they had told him not to speak. Will thought about pissing on their wall and floor, but he was afraid of what they would do to him. After several more agonizing minutes, the idea of the dog bowls occurred to him. Will groped around in the dark until he found them. He positioned them in a corner and managed to relieve himself without making a mess. He laid down on the cold tile floor and his thoughts returned to his predicament. Days ago, agreeing to be a slave seemed like an easy life. He had already been raped, how much worse could slavery be? Now he admitted to himself that he was wrong. This was much worse. In mere hours they had managed to reduce him to a caged animal. He settled on a plan to play along until he got a chance to escape. He just had to make it through this first. Hours drug by and Will continued to drift in and out of sleep. His stomach began painfully growling and his throat was unbearably dry. They had not given him anything to drink since he had arrived. The hunger and thirst made it impossible for him to fall asleep again. Finally, he stood up and began to pace around the cage. He was overjoyed when he noticed that there was again light coming through one of the doors. Will pressed his ear to the door, but he could not hear anything. He wondered if the cage had some soundproofing added to it. Surely, the others would be awake by now. After growing tired of listening, Will began pacing again. At least it took his mind off of things a little. Always the perpetual daydreamer, Will focused on thoughts of a novel he was planning on writing one day. He managed to center on that for some time. He began dozing again and, as his mind wound down, memories of his earlier punishment flashed through his mind. He awoke several times in a cold sweat. He could not suppress the feelings of guilt that kept surfacing. Not only for bringing himself in the situation, but also for finding pleasure during the punishment. Will was sitting in the corner of the cage when the light finally came on, blinding him at first. He did not remember sitting down, but he must have done it some time ago because his legs were numb. The door swung open and Will could make out the silhouette of the Master. "Get up," the Master said flatly. Will braced himself against the corner and struggled to stand up. His legs threatened to give out on him. "Thank me for your punishment." "Thank you, Master," Will whispered. His tongue felt like it was made out of sandpaper. "I have a present for you, boy." Will's eyes were still adjusting to the light and he could not see that the Master was holding a thick piece of chain and a steel ankle cuff. The man threaded one end of the chain through the link of the fence and locked it on with a small padlock. "Come here, boy," he demanded. Will realized that this would give him little chance for escape. "Please, Master, I won't run away," he attempted to plead. Will was disgusted with himself for sounding like such a pussy. The man asked incredulously, "Are you defying me again?" "No, Master." Will considered trying to run again, but he was afraid of the punishment if he was caught. Besides, he didn't think his legs would carry him further than the bedroom door. Tentatively, he stepped forward until he was within reach of the man. The man bent down and fastened the ankle cuff around Will's left ankle. He also locked it in place with a small but heavy padlock. The feeling of weight on his ankle filled Will with dread. "Clean yourself up in the bathroom and then get to work," the man said coldly before walking away. Will paused for a brief moment to inspect the lock and chain. There must have been at least a hundred feet of chain. They were both solidly secured to the bottom of the chain link. Both the locks and chain appeared to be made out of steel. He regretted not putting up more of a fight. He dolefully walked to the other side of the cage and found the door to the bathroom unlocked. He went inside and used the toilet before getting in the shower. In the shower he drank some water, but it did little to soothe his scratchy throat or quench his thirst. He carefully washed away the dried blood from around his nose. The hot water stung his skin, but being clean made him feel slightly better. He dared not to linger in the shower too long and forced himself to get out. Next he shaved and then Will took time to comb his long hair. He noticed in the mirror that his face was bruised in several places. Especially his nose. He wondered if it was broken. There were also bruises around his wrists and ankles from the cuffs. He turned and looked at his back, he was not surprised to see several open cuts from the cane and many more marks. Will decided he had spent enough time in the bathroom. As he walked out, he wondered if they were going to feed him at all or let him starve to death. He found his way back to the living room. Amy and the Master were sitting together watching television. "Where would you like me to start, Master?" Will asked humbly. He felt utterly humiliated standing in front of them nude except for the ankle chain and collar. "The kitchen. I suppose you're hungry. You can have whatever is left on the stove," the Master said without bothering to look away from the television. Will stood there for a moment, waiting for further instructions. When nothing else was said, he continued walking down the hall, careful not to catch his chain on anything. The thought of what they would do to him if he broke anything made his blood run cold. Just past the front door, the hall opened into the vast kitchen. Will went to the stove. The clock on the stove said that it was just past midnight and the food on it looked coagulated and cold. Will's stomach growled anyway and he quickly ate what was left. After the food was gone, Will began searching for cleaning supplies. He found them under the kitchen sink and began to work. It took him over an hour just to clean the kitchen. By the time he finished the parts of the house he could reach, it was four in the morning. Exhausted, he tried to quietly make his way back to the cage. Every one else in the house appeared to be asleep. He laid down and slept for a few hours before the Master awoke him. "Help me in the shower, boy," the Master stood over him and ordered. Will groggily got up and went with him into the bathroom. The Master was already naked and Will started the shower for him. He stepped inside and motioned for Will to do the same. Grudgingly, Will did as he beckoned. "Suck my cock," he said and pushed Will down by the shoulder to his knees. He took the man's soft penis in his mouth and began to suck him. As Will sucked him, he could feel the cock slowly growing thicker in his mouth. He continued taking it in and out of his mouth. After minutes, Will's jaw began to hurt. The man seemed determined to hold out from orgasming as long as possible. Will paused for a moment in an attempt to regain his momentum. "If I don't cum in the next minute, I'm going to fuck you in the ass...dry," the Master growled from above Will. Will looked up at him in disbelief. He began sucking him again. He did not think of anything else other than thrusting the Master's cock in and out of his mouth. Mercifully, he felt the Master begin to tense against him. Will prepared himself for him to cum in his mouth. Instead, he pulled out and ejaculated on Will's face, hitting him just under the right eye. His hot sticky cum mixed with water as it ran down Will's cheek. "Your cock sucking skills need some work," the Master said dryly, "so you're going to blow me everyday." Will mechanically nodded and stood up. The Master handed him some soap and turned around. Will hesitated before starting. He felt strange touching another man this way, but he continued. Once out of the shower, Will helped him get dressed. When they were finished the Master wordlessly left, leaving Will to go back to his cage. Will reentered it from the bathroom and peered into the bedroom. He could see that Amy was still asleep, sprawled across the bed. He gingerly laid back down on the floor and tried to go back to sleep. Just as he began to doze, he heard footsteps approaching. "Get your fucking ass up, you lazy bitch," Julia said from inside the bathroom. Will sat up and looked at her dumbly for a moment. She was completely naked. He managed to get to his feet without gawking at her any more than he already had. "You need to help me shower," she said with a scowl. Will followed her into the shower just as he had done with the Master. She had him wash her first. Will happily caressed every part of her body with soapy warm water from her shoulders down to her feet. When he was finished, she told him to make her cum. Will knelt between her legs while she supported herself against the shower wall. She draped one of her long legs over his shoulder to allow him full access to her pussy. Will remembered what she had liked the night before and immediately began flicking her clit with his tongue. Will began to get hard, but the chastity device surrounding his cock made it painful. Hearing her moaning in pleasure only made it worse and he struggled to continue. He was relieved when he felt her quiver against him as she came. She rinsed herself off one last time before she stepped out of the shower. "Oh, poor thing..." she said with pretend sincerity as she noticed his cock vainly trying to get free. "Let me fuck you," Will blurted out. He was still standing in the shower with water spraying him in the face. He imagined he looked like a drowned rat to her. "Maybe tonight...if you're a good boy," she said, making a point to bend over as she dried off, showing Will her round ass and pink cunt. Will could not bring himself to look away even though looking at her wet inner folds was not helping to get rid of his erection. She slowly stood up, tossing her shoulder length red hair aside, and sauntered out of the bathroom without saying anything more to him. Will got out of the shower and dried off. In an attempt to take his mind off of his throbbing cock, he went into the closet and began cleaning up the urine that he had neglected to dispose of. He cleaned up the dog bowls and began walking around the house, pretending to clean. Will looked around carefully but he could not find a telephone or computer within reach of his chain. Both the front door and the patio door were also just out of his reach. "I'm going to work. You better make sure you have dinner ready at six." Julia stopped to tell him as she was walking out the door. She was dressed in a short black business suit with shiny black high heels that showed off her milky white legs perfectly. Will felt blood involuntarily rushing back to his cock again. He went into the living room and flipped on the television. He tried to concentrate on anything other than his trapped penis. Eventually, he dozed off on the couch. "You better not let Rob catch you sleeping out here," Amy smiled at him as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about having a naked slave boy sitting on the couch. Amy sat down next to him. She was wearing an old white tee shirt and faded black cotton shorts. Her dirty blonde hair was disheveled, but she looked a little more attractive to Will than she had the night before. They watched television together in awkward silence for almost an hour before Will spoke. "Why didn't you tell me it was going to be like this?" Will asked. "You're our first real slave. I didn't know he was going to be that mean to you...he's not like that with me." Amy looked down at her hands, avoiding his gaze. "I want to leave." Will knew he was taking a huge risk by telling her this, but he felt he could trust her. "I'm sorry, I don't have the key to the locks," she said wistfully. "You could call my parents for me." Will tried to look at her to read her reaction, but she was still avoiding him. "There's no phone in the house, besides I'd get beaten myself if I did that," she frowned. Will sighed and remained silent. "I know where the key to that is," Amy smiled, motioning to the chastity devise. Will tried to appear disinterested, but he had not forgotten showering with the Mistress earlier. Amy shyly smiled at him again and ran her fingers up Will's thigh. "I could make it up to you," Amy stood up and extended her hand to Will. He frowned, but took it anyway and followed her into the bedroom. She went to the dresser, opened the first drawer, and fished out a tiny key. Will sat on the bed and watched as she knelt between his legs so she could remove the cage. When his cock was free, she took it in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it slowly. Will inhaled deeply as she continued to suck him. After the hellish events of the night before, this felt like he was in nirvana. Amy stopped sucking him and stood up to remove her clothes. She was not wearing a bra or panties. Her body was not the best Will had ever seen, but under the circumstances, it looked like the essence of beauty. She did have large breasts for her size and a well shaped waist. Amy kissed him on the lips and fell on top of him. Will's cock easily slipped inside of her. She ground against him for a few moments and Will quickly came, but remained hard. Will motioned for her to get off of him and onto her knees. He entered her pussy from behind and began fucking her again. He could feel her wetness leaking out of her, onto his legs. He moaned as he came inside of her for a second time. Amy responded by pushing back against him. Will could feel her pussy trying to tighten around his cock as she came. "I need to go clean up, he'll be home soon," Amy said softly as Will pulled out of her. She got off the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. When she emerged, Will went inside to do the same and took the opportunity to use the bathroom. He was not looking forward to putting the cage back on. As soon as he went back into the bedroom, Amy walked over to him and put the cage back on. Will felt ashamed that he was allowing himself to be dominated by another submissive. "I'll help you make dinner," Amy said when she finished. Will followed her into the kitchen and she instructed him on where things were. Luckily, Will had taken home economics in high school and he knew his way around the kitchen better than most 19 year old boys. The Master arrived home at six o'clock and the Mistress shortly after. He and Amy nearly had everything finished when they called Will into the dining room. Both were sitting at the table. "It's time to practice your oral service, boy," the Master said. Will paused in the doorway for a moment before moving to the Master. The Master took out his cock and presented it to Will. Will got on his knees and began performing as requested. His jaw hurt again, but he managed to continue until the Master came in his mouth. He choked down his semen. Next, Will went to the Mistress. She was still wearing the short black skirt and she opened her legs for Will. He could see that she was not wearing any panties. She slid her skirt up so he could reach her pussy. She withered against him as he licked her. "Stop," she gasped as she began cumming. Will stopped and emerged from between her legs. He crawled from under the table and went back to the kitchen to serve their dinner. They did not allow Will to eat with them, so he began cleaning again. The evening wore on and they had Will sit at their feet while they watched television. The Mistress instructed Will to get on his hands and knees in front of her so she could prop her feet up on him. At ten o'clock, the Master said, "I guess it's time to see if this boy can properly fuck a woman." Will looked up in surprise. He followed them to the bedroom and watched as the three of them took their clothes off. The Master began groping and kissing Amy and Will prayed that he would not discover that he'd already fucked her. Julia approached Will with the key to his cage and unlocked it. She forcefully grabbed his cock and began stroking it. Despite her roughness, Will began to get hard from the touch of her soft hands. She led him to the bed and pushed him down. Will laid on his back and waited as she mounted him. Her cunt was much tighter than Amy's and Will was not sure how long he was going to be able to last. She enthusiastically bucked her hips against Will's, until it was almost painful for him. Will reached up to touch her nipples and she slapped his hands away. "Rub my clit," she demanded. Will positioned his thumb against her clit and rolled it underneath. Julia rhythmically tightened around him as she began to cum and Will could no longer control himself. His own cock thickened as he came. Julia unceremoniously got off of him and Will sat back up. The Master was earnestly fucking Amy next to him on the bed. Will was not sure what he was supposed to do. He sat on the bed and waited. Julia gathered up her clothes and left the room. The Master noticed that Will was finished servicing Julia and grunted, "Come over here and lick my balls." Will considered refusing him, but his common sense willed him to comply. There was no point in fighting. If he refused, he would just be beaten again. Hesitantly, Will went over to the man and put his head down between his legs. The smell of sweat and sex was pungent, but he forced himself to start licking. Will sighed a silent sigh of relief when the man groaned. He pulled out of Amy's cunt and Will moved out of the way. His reprieve was short lived. "Eat her," the man said as he laid back in bed to watch. Will looked at Amy's cunt with repulsion. It was an angry red and dripping with fresh semen. "I said eat her," the Master said angrily. Will frowned. He could not bring himself to start. However, he knew he had already hesitated too long. Amy did not say anything and the room became eerily silent. The Master suddenly bolted upright and grabbed Will by the back of the neck. He forced his head down between Amy's legs. "When I tell you to do something, boy, you better fucking do it..." the Master chastised, "I'm going to whip you when you're done with this." Will tried to struggle, but the man held him down easily. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and began licking the cocktail of fluids. Amy moaned and the man let go of Will's neck. He settled back again to watch. Will continued until he was told to stop. He was not sure if Amy came again and did not really care if she did or didn't. The Master put the cage back on Will's cock and went to the dresser. Will recognized what he took out as a cat o' nine tails. "Get on your knees and lace your fingers behind your head," the Master instructed Will. Will did as he was told. He gritted his teeth and waited for the first strike. It quickly came across his back. Will involuntarily jumped from his position, yelping. The Master continued to lash him across his back and chest. Tears formed in Will's eyes and he struggled to hold his position. The Ascension of Will Ch. 01 "Do not defy me again," the man said as he finished, "you're spending the night in the cage." Will nodded. "Help me get undressed, boy." Will cautiously stood up. The pain in his back was almost unbearable. He was still sore from the caning. He limped to follow the Master into the bathroom. He helped him unbutton his shirt and took his dirty clothes into the laundry room. Will returned to the bathroom and waited in silence with his head down. Over the last two days he felt like he'd managed to sink to an unimaginable new low. "Get in your cage," the Master said before he walked out of the bathroom. Will could hear him going down the hall. Will walked in the cage and was surprised to find that someone had placed a blanket on the floor for him. He laid down on his side in an attempt to avoid his sore flesh. Amy appeared and whispered, "Good night." "Thanks for the blanket," Will said hoarsely. She smiled back at him, "We'll have fun again tomorrow." Will nodded his head despite the fact that he wasn't very anxious to fuck anything again at the moment. The Master returned and shut the bathroom door. Will heard it lock from the outside followed by more footsteps. Seconds later, he appeared at the bedroom door. He didn't say anything about the blanket. "See you in the morning," the man said as he closed the second door and locked it. The light went off in the cage and Will settled down to sleep. He thought about his situation. He would not have any choice but to somehow cope...for a while at least. The Ascension of Will Ch. 02 Will was once again locked in the cage. He stared blankly at the ceiling, not really thinking about anything. He was pleased that he was at least allowed to have some books to read. Though by now, he'd already read them several times. They had also removed the chastity device only out of necessity...he kept getting sores from where it rubbed against his skin. Will had been a slave for several months now. Until the last few weeks, he was kept chained inside the house. He was expected to keep the entire house clean and service the Master and Mistress in any way they demanded. When they wanted to punish him, they found a reason. Each punishment seemed to grow more and more sadistic, but somehow Will continued to endure it. Most days and nights, Will was allowed to roam the house freely. If he had done something wrong that day they would keep him caged at night and only give him dog food to eat. When they grew tired of corporal punishment, they would humiliate him in other ways. Will recalled what happened when, the week before, he forgot to do the laundry. As a punishment, they made him put on one of Amy's dresses with thigh high fishnet pantyhose and tacky high heels. The Mistress forced a large butt plug into him before they drove to the mall. Once in the mall, they forced him to walk up to a boy about his own age and solicit him for sex. The boy looked as embarrassed as Will did before he walked away in disgust. The Master and Mistress laughed hysterically as they watched from a short distance away. Will considered trying to find someone to help him or simply walking away, but he had no where else to go. He hadn't talked to his parents in months and he was too stubborn to ask for their help now. He also took into account that he was dressed in drag and he was not sure anyone in the mall would have helped him if he had asked. His idea to persuade Amy to help him had not worked out either. She took advantage of him as much as the Master and Mistress did. However, she seemed to enjoy fucking Will more than her Master and it sometimes earned him small favors. Will's thoughts were interrupted when the door to the cage suddenly opened and the Master appeared. Will could tell from his red eyes that he had been drinking. "I'm having a party tonight," the Master said. He looked down at Will with contempt. Since his arrival, Will discovered that the Master was a heavy drinker and often hosted parties. All of their friends seemed to know about Will and were happy to take advantage of him as well. Some of the worst things that had happened to Will were at the parties. He had been used as everything from a piece of furniture to a urinal. Sometimes, they would let Will get drunk with them only so he would be more willing to participate. Will stood up and followed the Master out of the bedroom. Will began getting ready for the party by making sure everything was clean before the others arrived. Will soon noted that the Master appeared to be hosting a poker game and all of the arriving guests were men. Amy and Julia were no where to be seen. Will did not recognize some of the men and he worried about what the Master had planned for him. Even though he had been naked in front of many strangers since becoming a slave, Will was still embarrassed. The other men did not seem to be bothered by his lack of clothing and some were openly leering at him. Will tried to find something to busy himself with in the kitchen. "Get in here, boy!" The Master called from the dining room. Will was still standing in the kitchen and he made his way into the dining room as if he was heading for his own execution. Will counted six men in total. They were sitting around the dining room table with cards in hand. Will paused in the doorway to wait for further instruction. "Dan won the first hand, so you're gonna suck his cock until someone else wins." Will's Master said through slurred speech. Will tried to appear emotionless as he made his way across the room to Dan. He had met Dan before and did not care for him. He had fucked Will once and was particularly rough with him. At one point in his life, Will questioned his sexuality. He felt more physically attracted to women, but he had found himself intrigued by the taboo of gay porn. However, he still dreaded every act of anal and oral sex before it began. He tried to train himself to not think about what he was about to do or have done to him before, as the anticipation only seemed to make things worse. It was easier if he was mechanical about his tasks. Will got down on his knees and crawled under the table. Dan had already taken his cock out and Will slipped it into his mouth. Will remembered from fucking him that Dan lacked stamina and he hoped that he could get this over with quickly. Before the next man won, Dan came in Will's mouth. The games continued for hours. Two more men came while Will was sucking them. He had no choice but to swallow their cum. Will could not remember feeling this humiliated before. Thoughts of biting one of the men or running away occurred to him, but the thought of what they would do to him made his blood run cold. He tried to tell himself that giving blow jobs was better than the alternative of being gang raped by all of these men. The tournament finally ended in the wee hours of the morning. A man that Will had never met before, Harold, won. To his horror, Will found out that he was the prize. "Go with Harold, boy. He is your Master for the rest of the night," Master Rob said. After being allowed to put on a pair of shorts and shoes, Will followed Harold out to his car. Harold did not speak to Will during the drive; instead he turned up the radio. Once they got to his house, Will nervously followed the man inside. He did not know Harold and he had no idea if he was going to hurt him. "You can take your shorts off," Harold said casually. Will kicked off his shoes and pulled down his shorts. They were in Harold's bedroom. His house was very small and he apparently lived alone. Harold appeared to be in his early thirties and he looked like the epitome of the stereotypical homosexual male. He was clean cut with short, perfectly cut black hair. His clothes were too stylish for someone who obviously didn't earn much money. His form was one of someone who worked out, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a tapered waist. "Go down on me again," Harold said eagerly. Will automatically dropped to his knees, unbuttoned Harold's jeans, and slid them down just enough to expose his already hard cock. Will began sucking. His jaw still hurt from the earlier events and he had to force himself to focus on continuing. "Oh god, stop," Harold moaned and pushed Will's head away. Will tried to prepare himself for what was going to happen next. At least his cock isn't that big, he thought. Harold removed his own jeans and shirt. Will watched as he walked to a small nightstand next to the bed and opened a drawer. He took out a condom and a tube of lubricant. "Come, get on the bed," Harold said with a slight grin. Will stood up, walked over to him and slowly climbed on the bed. He could hear Harold opening the condom wrapper and then the lube. Will closed his eyes in an attempt to relax himself. He wished he could have drunk more. "Your Master tells me you're a good fuck," Harold said with a sudden icy inflection in his voice. Will did not respond. A moment slipped by before he felt Harold's cock pressing against his ass. Will could not stop from wincing as Harold entered him with one stroke. Harold began fucking Will earnestly. "You like this don't you, queer?" Harold asked between thrusts. Will grunted, but did not answer. He was still in pain from Harold's rough entrance. "Say it...say you like it," the man growled again as he rammed sharply into Will. He reached across Will's back and grabbed his hair, pulling it until Will could feel some strands of hair pulling away from the base of his scalp. "Yes, I like it," Will said into the mattress. Satisfied, Harold continued quickening his pace. The pain finally eased and Will began to find a little enjoyment in what was being done to him. Will felt Harold hardening more and knew he was about to cum. Harold groaned again as he ejaculated. He ground his cock once more into Will's ass before pulling out. Will quickly slid his legs underneath him and sat on his haunches. He had not been able to cum, but he was still very hard. He looked at Harold hoping that he would offer to blow him or even give him permission to masturbate. Harold pulled off the condom and tossed it in a trash can next to the nightstand. He sneered at Will. "You are a good fuck," he said, "but, you can go home now." Harold picked up Will's shoes and shorts and threw them to him. Will's eyes narrowed. He was at least five miles away from the house and he was not exactly sure how to get back to it. "Please don't make me walk," Will tried to ask humbly as he got dressed. "Get out," Harold said and grabbed Will by the elbow. He walked him back through the house to the front door and shoved him outside. It was May and the weather was warm. Will walked off the porch and looked up at the sky. There were only a dimly lit few stars out and he could see the orange glow of the sun getting ready to rise in the east. He hoped that he could pass as a jogger. If it had been any earlier in the night he was sure that he would have gotten picked up by the police. Especially with the noticeable erection that was trying to escape from his shorts. Will looked around and did not see any lights on in the nearby houses. He began walking in the direction that he had come from. He noticed an alley between houses. Will stepped into a shadow and paused. He had been so close to cumming that he doubted it would take much now. Will was not allowed to masturbate without permission but, at the moment, there was no way anyone would know if he did. He put his hand into his shorts and began stroking his cock. Just before he came, Will took his cock out so he wouldn't get cum on his shorts. He cold feel every muscle in his body tensing as his cum spilled onto the ground in the alley. After he finished, Will put his cock back in his shorts and began walking again. Since he was driven away in the dark, he hoped he could navigate his way back home. As he walked, Will thought more about his current situation. Sometime ago, he managed to convince himself that he had no other options left. In some ways, he had even come to the conclusion that he deserved to live as a slave. The Master had told him he was worthless and stupid so often he was starting to believe it. It took Will almost an hour of walking and jogging to reach the house again. Each step made his sore ass hurt even worse. When he reached the house, Will found the front door unlocked and he let himself in. The house was quiet. He looked at the clock in the living room and saw that it was after 8am. Will stopped in the kitchen and fixed himself something to eat before going to the bathroom. He tried to be quiet as he used the toilet and showered. Before going in his cage to sleep, Will looked in the bathroom mirror. His reflection unnerved him. He saw a too thin boy with dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a junkie. Or worse, a whore. His once fairly healthy long hair had become as listless as he felt. He had lost some of his muscle tone in his arms and legs due to lack of exercise and food. Will saw what he was becoming...a soulless orifice. Will turned away from the mirror in disgust and went to his cage. He laid down on the floor. He hoped he would fall asleep soon. ***************************** Almost two months had passed since the night of the poker game. Somehow, things in the house managed to deteriorate even further. Amy and Will continued to have their secret daytime play sessions. The Master began to notice that Amy wanted to spend more and more time with Will and she was becoming less submissive. Julia was also spending less time in the house and this did not help soothe the tension. The Master was drinking more and taking out the majority of his frustrations on Will. "I've got someone I want you to meet, boy." Will looked up from his book to see his Master standing with another larger man in the bathroom outside of his cage. He noticed that his Master was holding a camcorder. "He paid to fuck you on tape," Will's Master said. It was obvious to Will that he was intoxicated. Will glanced at the man again. The way he was staring at Will was making him uncomfortable. Will raised himself to his feet. Just as he was about to plead for mercy, the strange man lunged at Will and forced him back down to the floor. As the man laid on top of Will, he unfastened his jeans with one hand and pulled his cock out. Will was already nude, so there was nothing he could do to protect himself. The man attacking him was much stronger than he was and he too easily held Will in place while he positioned his cock at the entrance of Will's ass. "No, don't..." Will cried out as he tried harder to get away. He realized that the man intended to fuck him with no lube and, from the brief glance he got, Will saw that his cock was thicker than any he had taken before. The man snorted with rage and grabbed Will by the hips and jerked him towards him. Will could feel the man's firm cock rubbing against the back of his thighs as he struggled. He squirmed more. Suddenly, Will's Master came into view. He put the camera down on the floor and took out a pair of handcuffs. He grabbed Will's wrist placed one cuff on it and attached the other to the cage's chain link. Will's arm was now awkwardly positioned above his head giving him little balance to resist. Will knew he should try to relax, but he also knew that what was about to happen was going to be excruciatingly painful no matter how relaxed he was. He looked at his Master with contempt. He had picked up the camera again and was watching the events through the screen. The man placed one hand on the Will's right hip and dug his fingers in. He used his other hand to guide himself to Will's ass. Will braced himself and he felt the man entering him slowly. Apparently, the lack of lubricant was making it difficult for the man even with the force he was using. The man continued pressing himself inside and Will felt a white hot jolt of pain course through him. He could not keep from screaming as he felt his insides being torn. The man's cock suddenly went in all the way aided by blood from the tear. The man began thrusting into Will. The pain continued to be as intense as it was in the beginning. Will hoped that it would soon ease like it usually did. Will closed his eyes, he tried to place himself outside of the present, but the pain engulfed his entire mind. To Will, it felt like the man was using his entire arm to fuck him instead of his cock. Desperate for relief, Will tried to push his rectal muscles outward, but he could scarcely tell if he was doing anything. Will barely heard the man grunt as he came. The man abruptly pulled out of Will and went back into the bathroom. Will slumped against the tension of his suspended arm. Even though the man was no longer inside him, Will was still in pain. He was afraid to see how much he was bleeding. He was lost in thought when his Master released his arm. It had gone slightly numb and Will let it fall to his side. "Go clean yourself up," the Master said before he left Will alone. Will dazedly remained on the floor for almost an hour. He decided that the next chance he got he would call his parents. Since his arrival he had been living in a constant state of fear, but now he was beginning to fear for his life. He was going to wind up with some kind of STD or worse, someone was going to go too far and kill him outright. Will gingerly got up and saw that there was a small pool of blood from where he was sitting. He walked into the empty bathroom and climbed in the shower. Will turned on the water to as hot as he could stand and stood underneath the showerhead drenching himself. He used soap to clean himself from head to toe. After Will was done showering, he went to the mirror to comb his hair. He noticed that his eyes were red and puffy as if he'd been crying, but he didn't remember crying. I'm losing my fucking mind...he thought as he shook his head. He retreated back to the relative safety of his cage. Will did not want to take the chance of seeing his Master or the man. He picked up a book and tried to lose himself in the story. The next week passed by slowly. The man had injured Will and the Master reluctantly agreed to send him to the doctor. Will slowly got out of Julia's car. He walked into the waiting room of the free clinic and checked in. He tried to look through an old magazine, but he was too nervous. He was embarrassed about telling the doctor he was having gay sex, let alone injured during it. He was relieved that they had at least taken the collar off before he left the house. It was the first time it had been removed. "William?" A matronly nurse called from the doorway. Will got up and followed her down a hallway into an exam room. She asked Will a barrage of questions. He managed to answer each one. She did not even pause when he told her he was having anal intercourse. Will tried to reassure himself that she had probably heard much worse things. "The doctor will be right in. Change into this gown," she said as she left Will alone in the room. Will took off his clothes and put the gown on. He sat back on the table and tried to calm himself. He almost jumped off the exam table when someone knocked on the door. Before Will could answer, the doctor walked in. "Hi, William," the doctor said. Will drug his eyes up to look at her. She was a slightly overweight woman in her forties with long black braided hair. She smiled at him warmly. "Hi," he answered. She glanced down at his chart and asked, "Are you having some bleeding?' "Yes," Will did not look up at her this time. "Well, I need to take a look," she said kindly. The doctor instructed Will on how to position himself and began her exam. While she prodded, she instructed him on the proper use of lubricants and condoms. The doctor was nice enough, but it was obvious that she was in a hurry. She did not bother to question Will about what had happened. He was too humiliated by the experience to consider telling her anyhow. "You'll heal, but you need to refrain from sex for at least a week. I also want you to stop at the lab for some tests," she said as she left the room. Will scrambled to put his clothes back on. He left the room and was directed by signs to the lab. They drew a blood sample. While he was walking out the door, Will stopped to note the time, 10:45am. Will went outside to wait for Julia. She wasn't supposed to pick him up until 11:30. It was October and the Florida weather was mild. Will decided to take a short walk. He walked until he spotted a pay phone. It was a Monday morning and he doubted either of them would be home. He thought he remembered his mother's work number. Will stared at the phone, debating what to do. He slowly, thoughtfully, picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, this is Beth," a voice answered. "Hi, Mom. It's Will." He blurted out. "Will? Where have you been? I've been worried." "Sorry, Mom....I've been staying with some friends. I guess time just got away from me. Sorry," Will stared down at his feet. He knew he was not going to be able to tell her the truth. The Ascension of Will Ch. 02 "Are you on drugs?" She asked in hushed whisper. "No, I'm not on drugs." Will said quietly. "Why don't you come home?" "I'll try to come over soon. I'll call again. Bye, Mom." Will quickly hung up the phone. He had every intention on asking her for help, but from the moment she picked up the phone, he could hear the disappointment in her voice. He could not bear for her to find out what he had done. Glumly, Will walked back to the clinic to wait for Julia. She soon pulled up and he climbed inside. Will told her what the doctor said and she seemed unconcerned. They arrived in front of the house and Julia said, "I've got to go to work." Will got out the car and she drove away. He walked up the manicured lawn and let himself in through the front door. As usual, Amy was on the couch. "Hey, Will." She called to him. Will looked at her from the doorway. She was usually home alone with him during the day and they had gotten to know each other very well. Will had accepted the fact that she was not going to help him and she was only using him. However, he continued to somewhat confide in her and lately, she had seemed to grow more attached to him. "Come and sit with me," she said. Will told her about the day's events, including his conversation with his mother. They continued talking late into the afternoon. It was almost four o'clock when Amy moved closer to Will. She kissed him softly on the lips. He kissed her back. The kissing quickly led to touching. "What the fuck is going on?" The Master loudly asked from the doorway. Will and Amy scrambled to get away from each other. "I'm sorry, Master." Will said. He wondered if Amy was going to say that he forced himself on her. "I'm sorry too, Master." Amy said as she stood up. The Master walked in front of her and angrily looked down. "You whore! You'd rather fuck him than me!" Amy cowered before him. The Master rarely punished her, but she too often saw what he was capable of doing to Will. "Please don't hurt me Master. It won't happen again," Amy pleaded. "You're right, it won't happen again," the Master spat out, "because from now on he's staying in the cage all day." He jerked Will by the arm and pulled him into the bathroom. "And what are you doing with clothes still on?" The Master asked. "I'm sorry, Master," Will said and began taking them off. Naked, Will stood in silence with his head down. "Stand in the shower," The Master said. Will knew what was going to happen; they had used him as a toilet before. He knelt down in the shower. He just hoped that the Master was not going to fuck him. The Master unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. Will slowly opened his mouth and closed his eyes. He tried to concentrate on not chocking. He quickly felt a stream of the Master's hot salty piss hitting his mouth. Will struggled to keep breathing through his nose and fought the urge to spit out the urine that was starting to flow down his throat. The Master laughed cruelly. He shook his penis, flicking droplets onto Will's face. "Go get in your cage, boy. I've got other things to deal with...," the Master said as he zipped up his slacks again. Will knew better than to protest. He quickly got up and went inside of his cage. He sat on the floor and waited as the Master locked the doors. He hoped that he would leave the light on. To Will's relief, the light remained on and he picked up one of his books. He paused to look around the closet and realized how much it was starting to look like a prison cell. He had stacks of books and paper neatly stacked along with the few other belongings he had. Before he could get engrossed in his book, Will heard shouting from the other room. He could not make out what they were saying, but he knew that it was Amy and the Master arguing. Will went back to reading his book. **************** Will never found out what was said between Amy and the Master that day, but it had obviously changed things between them. Amy was still nice to Will, but they were never alone together any more. Her relationship with the Master was icy to say the least. The Master seemed to be satisfied with spending more time with Will. He began insisting that Will sleep in bed with he and Amy at night. Will had grown accustomed to sleeping during the day and usually spent most of the night awake. Many nights, Will's Master would awaken in the middle of the night to fuck him next to Amy. Sometimes, Will could see the look of disgust on Amy's face as she watched him and her Master copulating. The Master also began taking him to gay bars. Will hated how everyone stared at him and his collar. Sometimes, men would approach the Master about Will. Will was afraid that his Master was going to prostitute him. As time wore on, Will realized that his fears were not unfounded. One night, Will's Master had ordered him to get dressed and come with him to one of the bars he was frequenting. During the drive, Will was unnerved by the smirk on the Master's face. It looked like he'd already had more than a few drinks. They walked into the bar together, Will carefully following a few steps behind him, and the Master immediately headed for the bathroom. It was ten o'clock at night and the smoke filled bar was packed. They wedged their way into the bathroom through a mix of men and a handful of women. "Come in here with me boy, I want to have some fun," the Master said with an evil grin. Will looked at him doubtfully, he had a bad feeling about this since getting in the car. However, the bathroom was empty and Will hoped that he could quickly get out of the situation by servicing his Master. Slowly, Will followed him into the large handicapped stall. The Master grabbed Will's hand and slapped a metal handcuff to it. Panicked, Will tried to pull away from him, but there was not enough room in the stall. The Master yanked the other end of the cuffs towards an exposed plumbing pipe behind the toilet. Will's stomach dropped as he heard the clinking sound of metal on metal followed by the click of the handcuff locking. He vainly struggled to free his hand again. "Boy, you're gonna be buying all of my beers tonight," the Master chuckled. He reached around Will's waist and unbuttoned his jeans. He jerked them down to Will's knees exposing Will's ass to anyone who walked into the stall. "Here you might want these," the Master said, still laughing. He pulled a box of condoms and a tube of lube out of his pocket. He tossed them on the floor next to Will's feet. "Master, please don't do this," Will tried to turn around to look at his Master as he pleaded. "You have money I don't know about?" The Master asked callously. "No, Master." Will hung his head back down. "I didn't think so. Be a good boy." The Master called as he walked out of the bathroom. They way Will was cuffed forced him into an awkward position. It had only been a few minutes and his back was starting to hurt from the way he was bent over the toilet. He couldn't imagine how he was going to make it through this. He wished he would have put up more of a fight. He managed to reach down and pull up his pants, but with one hand he could not get them zipped again. It did not take long before someone came into the bathroom. Will jumped and stayed still. He prayed that they did not come into his stall. The door was out of his reach and he could not lock it. Will breathed a sigh of relief when he realized they were only using the urinal. He wished he had a watch so he could at least keep track of the time. He listened to the muffled sounds of music playing on endlessly. Two more people came into the bathroom before any one noticed him. "What's going on in here?" A male voice asked from behind Will. Will turned his head and saw two men. One was clean cut with short blonde hair and a long sleeved white shirt. The other had shoulder length black hair and a faded black t-shirt. "My friend played a joke on me," Will lied. He hoped that they had not been sent in here by his Master. "Do you need help?" The blond asked. "No, he's coming back soon," Will said. "Are you sure?" The other man asked. Will hesitated and then said, "Yeah, I'm fine." He considered telling them otherwise, but he thought better of it. No one had tried to fuck him yet and the end result of asking for help would probably leave Will in an even worse situation. "Okay then. Have fun," the black haired man said. They used the bathroom and left without saying anything else to Will. Will went back to his suffering and waiting. "Well, boy, I couldn't find anyone willing to pay to fuck you, so I guess I'll have to do it myself." Will had dozed off and was startled by his Master's voice. He was not completely sure what he had just heard, so he remained silent. He could hear the Master's zipper being lowered and the shuffle as he bent down to pick up the tube of lube. Will shuffled his half numb legs nervously. The Master positioned his slick cock against Will's anus and began inching it inside. Will groaned. The Master tightly clutched Will's hips and ground his cock inside of his ass. Will felt his muscles relaxing as the Master began short deliberate strokes. Each one seemed to hit the perfect spot inside of Will's ass and he began to feel his own cock growing harder. Will felt a rush of guilt at the idea of being turned on by getting fucked in the ass in the bathroom of a gay bar. However, his thoughts were focused back on the moment when one of his Master's hands left Will's hip and grasped his cock. The Master bit him hard on the neck as he began jerking Will off. Will could not stop himself from moaning. The Master continued stroking and fucking him harder. Will could feel the tightness growing in his groin and he knew that he was going to cum. "Come on boy, you know you like this. Cum for your Master," Will could hear his Master's grin through his words. Will's cock suddenly erupted sending strands of semen across the toilet "Such a good little fag," his Master growled as he came into Will's ass. Will flushed with humiliation as he pulled out of him. He could hear the Master putting his pants back on and then there was a pause before he reached over Will with the handcuff key. The Master unlocked Will's wrist from the cuff. Shakily, Will stood up straight and pulled his own pants up. His entire body was stiff and his lower back muscles felt like they were on fire. He watched the Master stuff the cuffs, condoms and lube back into his pocket. "Let's go home, boy." Will kept his head down as he followed his Master back out to the car. They rode back to the house in silence. Will considered how lucky he was. Anyone could have came into the bathroom and raped him or even worse, killed him. The house was empty when they returned. Will assisted his Master with getting undressed and put him into bed. Amy was not there and the Master insisted that Will lay with him. Will spent hours thinking about his life instead of sleeping. He kept replaying the last few years of his life in his mind. The process was leaving him with few answers. He did acknowledge that he was becoming an expert in both self pity and loathing. Will woke up on Saturday morning to the distant sounds of people talking. He tried to go back to sleep, but he could not find a comfortable spot again. The idea of getting up, however, did not sound enticing to him either. He laid quietly, dreading the day. Finally, he heard footsteps approaching. "Get up," his Master said. Will stood up as quickly as he could. He saw that his Master was holding his keys. "I'm trading you," the Master said as he calmly unlocked Will's collar. Will felt a stab of cold fear in the pit of his stomach. His mind raced with the possibilities of who he could have been traded to. Most of the Master's friends were even crueler than he was.