Shakey Psyche

Rutilus

Chapters 11-15

Chapter Eleven
Finally Willing

I woke the next day with my arms over Cody's side and he was 'spooned' up next to me. I smiled and gently slipped out of the bed. I grabbed my running shorts and shoes and after my stretches and workout, I hit the streets for my morning run. During that six weeks of restriction from my master, this was the only time of the day that I was allowed to remove my collar. Neither one of us wanted the salt from my sweat to ruin the leather. I had gotten used to this one time of the day and it felt weird enough without it that I longed for it when I got out of the shower.

Now, though, it was pretty much the norm.

By this time, I was up to running four miles [6 km] every morning. My workouts also had increased in size. Due to the time, or lack there of, I was now having to wake up another half an hour earlier. And I found that I didn't miss that extra time in the bed.

After doing my four miles [6 km], I coasted back into the driveway of my master's house. I slipped inside and grabbed my collar on the way to the shower. I stripped and climbed inside. I have a strange habit of not getting the water as hot as I like; it teaches me something. Life is not always comfortable.

"Want some company?" I heard an adult's voice ask about halfway through the bathing.

"Do I have a choice, Master?" I asked, teasingly.

"Of course you have a choice. You can either let me in there, or I can throw your butt out on the street just as you are."

"Choices, choices," I mused. "I suppose I'll take the first one."

"Excellent decision, boy," he said as he opened the door.

I smiled as he entered the space that was once my domain. He let the water run all over him for a few minutes while I finished lathering up my body. When he was wet, he moved over to do what I was doing and I had access to the fountain. I got completely rinsed off and noticed he was still standing there.

Lemme guess; a new job, right?

Without asking, I took the washcloth and after adding the soap I began washing his body. I started with his back and went downward. It looked so strong and powerful. It was something that always woke my cock up. I got down to his muscular backside and scrubbed away, leaving the crack for totally last.

The back of his legs were next and then he turned around to face me. I started at the top again and went down. His cock was standing at attention, but I figured it could wait till later. I got his arms, chest, abs, hard-on, balls, and then finished it off with legs and feet. I had gotten down on my knees to do his feet and when I looked back up, his erection was still needing some care.

Again, without asking, I reached up and carefully pulled it down to my lips. He smiled down at me and I continued working. Still only able to get about a third of it into my mouth without gagging, I had to use my hands on the rest of it.

"'For he will hate one and love the other', eh?" he asked, making reference to my conversation last night with Cody. I froze solid. He laughed quietly. "I heard one of you get up and walk around for a second. Then I saw Cody go back into the room with the chain. I had a feeling what he was about to do or suggest doing."

"You mad at us?" I asked, suddenly a little apprehensive.

"Of course not, Daniel. You can have fun if you want. That's part of what all of this is about. That's what makes it all worth it."

I understood, even if I didn't agree totally. To me, it was about fulfilling a part of my life that was vacant before I met him. I guess everyone has their own reasons. I started thinking about what I had told Cody the night before. I felt like I had to voice my concerns.

"I feel like I am serving two masters, though, sir," I said, pretty much out of the blue.

"How so?"

"Well, you and my parents," I said, still looking at his cock. It was drooping slightly as we had started this conversation, so I licked it to keep it interested.

"Don't think of it that way, Daniel," he said, running his hand along my jaw line.

"But how can I not, sir? I mean, I have to obey you both, not to mention my teachers and the principal at school."

"Look, there may be people over you, but it doesn't make them your master. You choose who you serve; not obey, but serve," he said, pulling me up by my arms.

"I still have to obey you all," I said, almost condemningly.

"True, but we all have to obey the law and law officials, right?" I nodded. "It doesn't make them or it our masters, though. Think of it that way, Daniel, you'll get a lot less headaches over it."

"Yes, sir," I said, looking down. I had neglected his cock again and it was quickly loosing interest. I reached down and began stroking it to regenerate the appeal.

"Don't worry about it now, Daniel, we can take care of that later."

"With it inside me?" I asked, hopefully.

"You are relentless, aren't you, boy?" he shot back, laughing. "I tell you what; why don't we make it a date?

"Sir?"

"Are you going anywhere for Christmas?"

"Yes, sir," I said, dejectedly. "We're heading to my grandparents' house for the holiday for a week and a half."

"Why don't we go out the Saturday night before you leave, and we can come back here for what you've been begging me for. It'll make it a little more special." "It'll be next week, then, Master," I told him. "We leave the following Tuesday morning."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

I hugged him with both excitement and trepidation. I had another week's stay of execution, so to speak, but it was something that I had been wanting to do since we started this. I had grown up in this new world a lot and was now more ready than ever.

"Well, you two sure took your time in the shower," Cody commented as we walked into the kitchen for breakfast. I blew him a raspberry.

"Mind your own business, boy," my master playfully growled at him.

Master Sloan took Cody home at about noon or so. I kissed and hugged him good-bye at the front door before he left. It felt good to have another kid I could talk to about anything; especially the things that went on in my master's house. It made life a little easier when we could get together and talk.

I remained behind at the house for daily duties and martial arts drills. The master returned about an hour later and we went through some new things. It took about all week for my butt to heal from the thrashing that it took that night. I tended to get erect every time I thought about it or felt my hand over my butt.

The rest of the week was a breeze, as classes were almost a joke. And even Brian was somewhat civil. I told my parents that I would like to spend the Saturday evening in question with Master Sloan. They were a little hesitant about allowing me to stay, but I told them that he was going to take me out right before the holidays for something special. It took a little convincing, but I finally finagled it.

The build up to that night was torture. One minute I was excited about it, and the next I was dreading it. It was like arguing with my cock to get it to behave. That Friday was a good day and a bad day. It was good because we didn't have school for over two weeks. The bad part came that night when I was leaving Master Sloan's house. Harry was walking up the street and saw me leave. I guess it was inevitable.

"What're you doing there?" he asked, but in a hard way.

I didn't bother answering. He snubbed me once, and I figured that he deserved one back. He didn't ask again. I didn't care about him any longer and I had other things on my mind besides him. So, I let the matter drop for the time being.

Saturday arrived and I told my parents good-bye and that I would see them the following afternoon. They waved me off while Brad was still sleeping. The lazy brat. I got to Master Sloan's place and put that evening out of my head. We had our normal training sessions in and out of the dojo. Then both of us got cleaned up for the evening.

He took me to a restaurant in downtown San Antonio. It was very exclusive and probably expensive as well. We talked about really nothing important while we were waiting for our dinner. I guess my anxiety showed through; it wasn't like I was good at hiding it any longer. I mean, if he was right, I was in for a night of some severe pain and anguish.

"Relax, Daniel," he said after a while.

"I'm trying, Master," I said, still with some trepidation in my voice.

"We still don't have to do this, you know."

"I know, sir, and I appreciate that, but it's been put off long enough."

He smiled, knowingly.

The food finally arrived and we ate. It was delicious, but my mind was still on his bedroom. We finished and headed to the house. We pulled up and headed up the walk.

"Last chance," he said when we got to his door.

My blond hair swished back and forth as my head shook in the negative. We walked inside and I instinctively began removing my clothing. He stopped me in my tracks. I looked up to him and he put one finger on his lips, kissed it, and brought it to mine. I closed my eyes to it and kissed back.

"I love you, Master Sloan," I said, reaching forward and embracing him. "No matter what happens the rest of the night, sir, know that."

"And the feeling is mutual, Daniel," he said, stroking my hair back.

With his strong arms, he lifted me to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck for the hundredth time. He carried me like that little child again up to his bedroom and I hung on for dear life. No more stalling by either of us. This was it. I sure hoped he knew what he was doing.

He set me down on the end of the bed. Immediately, I reached for his belt, but again he stopped me. I looked up at him. This was what we're here for, right?

"You need to get ready and then I can take care of my clothes."

I had no clue what he was talking about, of course, but I nodded anyway. He reached down and untied my shoes and pulled my socks off for me. He kissed quickly on the way back up and pulled my turtleneck shirt over my head and off. I slid off the bed as he pulled me to him, and my pants were pulled down my legs. I stepped out of them and I was standing bare before the only man that I wanted inside my body.

My master turned and led me to the bathroom. I was already clean, so what else was I supposed to do in there? When we got there, he had me stand on the toilet seat and face away from the shower.

"Punishment position, Daniel," he said. I knew I wasn't going to get a punishment, but I guessed he wanted me bent over for something, so I complied.

I looked ahead of me, trusting him completely not to hurt me beyond what was necessary. He dipped his finger into some petroleum jelly and I felt the slick feeling of it going between my buttcheeks. My cock woke up instantly. Knowing what lay ahead, I didn't argue with it this time.

Master Sloan worked the jelly around until he found my flower and pushed with his finger. I had an inclining he was about to do something like that, so it wasn't too much of a surprise. He worked it until it was all the way in, and then backed off again. Using just the finger, he sawed it back and forth till I was loosened up. I was getting kind of turned on by this again. Usually anything that had anything to do with either my crotch or ass or both turned me on back then.

His finger withdrew completely and then I felt two fingers begin to work their way inside me. I was being stretched by one finger at a time. He had to hold me still and force the second one inside to make it fit. I brought my fist to my mouth and bit down hard at the pain. I didn't scream, but it was a narrow thing.

"You handled that well, Daniel," he complimented me.

"Yes, sir, thank you sir," I said, not really making much sense at the time.

Both fingers worked their way slowly inside my anal canal. I felt so full and still his cock eluded me. I put that thought out of my head instantly. If I had thought about it too much, I probably would've been running from the house as fast as I could.

When the invading digits were all the way inside, he began working them as he did with just the one. He twisted them around and withdrew them, but only to the point before they were totally taken out, and then he reinserted them. It took six or seven "sawings" before I was able to take them without grimacing. When that time came around, he pulled them out. I was hoping he wasn't going to add a third. He didn't.

"Stay still, Daniel," he said and wiped his finger off of my stuff and the jelly.

"Yes, sir," I said and after wiping my right cheek of a lone tear, I stayed still.

I heard him attach something in the shower, but I didn't know what it was for a few minutes. He ran the shower for a minute or so, to get the temperature just right, and then it cut off. I felt him walk up behind me and then his hand was placed in the small of my back. Almost immediately afterward, I felt something with a tip touch my boy-hole.

Infinitely patient, my master began feeding that thing to my entrance. At the beginning, it wasn't so bad; not much bigger than his finger, but then it grew. It got uncomfortable at one point, and then painful, but I remained in place. Just as it got to the painful point, he stopped pushing. And then the flood opened up.

"Hold on for a bit, Daniel, this'll clean you out on the inside," he said. I grimaced, but nodded all the same.

Water was being pumped into my guts at an alarming fast rate. Before long, my belly began to protrude. Even though my gut was sucked in, I began to appear pregnant. I always hated that look on men, and that's why I have always made sure I stayed in shape. The water continued to pour in me. He stopped it just before I was about to complain.

"Try to hold as much inside you as possible, Daniel," he stated. I nodded again as he began to take the tube out of me.

I flexed my butt muscles to close them as tight as possible. I think a little dripped out just as it had cleared my sphincter. I made sure that the rest of the water stayed inside, though. The nozzle was replaced and the water was turned off while I just stood there with my hands on my knees and enough water inside me to make a Bedouin jealous.

I had to hold it until he had me release it. To make my lot a little easier, he picked me up and set me down on my feet. I had to grip tighter, but I didn't have to move any other muscles. He lifted the lid and told me to go ahead and expel the water. Relieved, I sat down and let it go.

While I was letting the torrent of water gush out of my insides, he left and got undressed. I sat there for several minutes, letting the water cleanse me out. I looked to the shower to see the nozzle he inserted into my rectum. It was silver and sleek, with a graduated end to make initial insertion easier. A lever was on the end to release the water that had been redirected to go down the hose.

I remained on the toilet seat and made sure all the water was gone. After wiping thoroughly, I flushed and left the bathroom for his bedroom. And him; my lover and master. He sat up from the bed when he saw me enter the room. I padded my way over to the bed to stand in front of him between his legs. His cock was soft, but still quite large.

"You still have the choice to leave, Daniel," he said. "Nothing's been done that can't be undone. Once we do this, there's no going back; you will be changed."

"Why?" I understood sex and what was going to happen, but why would I change so drastically?

"Because something personal will take place between the two of us. It will be on a level you don't know about yet. On a physical level, it will hurt beyond what you felt in there when the nozzle was inserted. You will feel a lot of pain and some bleeding will happen. You know how big I am, after all.

"On a psychological level, you will feel violated because someone has reached a part of you that no one has ever reached before. You'll be torn apart and put back together all in one encounter. But you'll never be the same.

"This isn't about me right now, it's about you and your body and what you want."

I let all of what he said sink in. I felt as if I had reached an impasse in my life. I didn't know what this was going to do to me, but I knew what I was like at that time. There were still parts of me that scared me and I wanted to get over them. I had to face them on a new level, a new perspective. I made my choice.

"I understand, sir, and I still want to," I said, still thinking about it all. The one thing that got me, was that I had been wanting this for almost three months and it was the man in front of me that didn't take advantage of that. I trusted him fully to make this as painless as possible.

He nodded and pulled me to him. I got into my comfortable place and allowed him to pull me backwards onto the bed. With me on top of him, he moved us to lay along its length and at the head. We laid there like that for a few minutes while he lightly stroked my back and sides with both of his hands. My legs had naturally opened up as they slid off his lower torso.

The light touches rekindled my cock's interest in the night's proceedings and it began to stiffen. I felt his cock begin to grow to touch that spot between my legs. I took the initiative from there and kissed him as passionately as I could. Working each other's faces with our hands, we frenched for several minutes. My cock definitely enjoyed that attention; it always did.

I reached back and felt for his cock. It was aimed perfectly for my taint. A few strokes got it a little more interested and I raised it up a bit. I closed my eyes when I made it touch me where it was going to desecrate me. Jesus, this was going to hurt.

"Try some of this," he said, handing me the jelly he had taken from the bathroom.

I nodded and took some out with two fingers. I reached back and forced it between both cheeks right at my backdoor. I spread my legs out farther, hoping it was going to help ease some of the pain. Again, I took aim with his cock.

"You got a gallon of that stuff, sir? I might need it," I nervously joked. He laughed whole-heartedly. But then he got serious.

"You wanna try it another way? It might help."

I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me and turned both of us over. He took a pillow and put it under my butt as he did on that one Saturday. I opened my legs as far as they could go, and thanks to my workouts and stretching exercises, they went straight out sideways. Master Sloan chuckled a little.

"What?" I asked, casually.

"Just that little boys are so flexible."

"And you should be thankful that we are," I said, trying to relieve some of my own nerves. He smiled in such a way as to say, "I am".

He went back to aiming at the flower staring at him. I held on, trying not to tense up. I knew that tight muscles do not stretch very well. I felt him push ever so gently on my anal barrier. Tears welled up again at the thought of something so large penetrating my body. His patience was showing again as he took it slowly; allowing my door muscles to get used to his girth.

One millimeter at a time, his meat was fed into me. Just like the nozzle, it was okay for a few seconds, but soon enough, fullness and then pain began creeping in. I handled it okay, but a few seconds later, it became too much.

"Please take it out for a second, Master," I pleaded. He nodded and withdrew. It took a few seconds before I was ready for another attempt and I nodded when I was.

He began slowly feeding the thing to me again. At the same point, I got scared and pulled away. I rolled over onto my side; ashamed of myself. My weakness. Maybe I was really that weak.

"It's okay, Daniel, we don't have to do it right now," he said soothingly.

I shook my head at him, tears rolling off my face. He was just too nice about this. Too kind. If it'd been me at that time, I would've sent the boy to bed and not attempted it again until much later. I guess I needed it harder right now. I rolled and sat up to get into his face. I kissed him and hugged him around his neck.

"Master, forgive me for saying this, but please stop being nice and fuck me," I whispered into his ear. I pulled back to look at his reaction on his face. It was a strange kind of look; not lustful, but not soft, either.

"If that's what you want…," he said, warningly.

"I think that's the only way I'm going to allow this to happen," I said truthfully.

"I love you," he said with a few tears of his own.

"I love you too, Master Sloan," I answered back.

With that, his arm quickly turned me around and threw me onto the bed, belly down. I felt his strong body on top of me, weighing me down to the bed. I was a little startled by the action, but didn't move away. His left hand had a hold on my left wrist and with the other, he reached down to aim his cock at my back door for a third and final time.

When it touched, there was no loving, patient, kind master, just a hard, brutal thrust of his hips. His monster cock speared me instantly. The pain was beyond anything I could've comprehended. It went way beyond anything I had experienced so far with him. He was right; it was a violation. And I screamed.

I screamed bloody murder into the comforter that covered the bed. I struggled to get up and away from his painfully invasive pole, but he held my arms down. I kicked and squirmed and fought, but he wasn't taking it back out. Didn't he know how much he was hurting me?

"MASTER, PLEASE!!!! OH GOD, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!" I bellowed out in pain at him. My pleas went unhindered. My fate was unaltered. The future was now set in stone; I was going to have to take him if I wanted to or not.

Through all my yelling and thrashing around, I didn't realize that he had only fit the helmet of his cock inside me. He also hadn't moved an inch after initially penetrating me. As my pleas went unheralded, he began feeding even more of his cock to me.

"Oh God, no," I begged, feeling even more of him slice into me. It felt just as he described; invasive, private, violating, and extremely painful. I began wishing just that it was over at this point. I knew now that there was no way to change anything and I just wanted it done, finished and over with.

I gripped onto the bed sheets as he drove even more of himself into me. I felt him release my wrists and move his arms up under my armpits. He circled them around to grasp onto me in a close embrace. I knew then that my loving master was still in there somewhere; we just had to get past this point. It didn't take anything away, like the pain and shame, but it helped knowing that.

Two more thrusts of his hips later, and I felt his pubic area grind into my buttocks. His curly pubes pressed against my smooth butt for a genuinely unique feeling. If I wasn't in so much pain and agony, I would've appreciated it right then. I felt his balls touch mine and I fully knew he was all the way inside.

He began pulling out, but I was under no delusion to believe that he was going to pull all the way out of me. It was to begin the fucking properly. And I had to ready myself for that. It began slowly and masterfully, but soon enough, his animalistic nature crept through and his speed increased. I may have been a boy he cared deeply about, but at this time, I was something to fuck; nothing more.

Oh, I have no regrets; he did what was needed, but at the time, I kind of felt cheapened by it a little. I just held on for dear life until he was done with me. That blessed moment came after about five cycles of his hips. He groaned and I felt him tense up on top of me. A second later, his semen began coating my innards.

He collapsed onto my back and I had to bear his weight for a few minutes until he recovered. I felt his body lift off me and his soft member pulled out of my inner sanctum. But it was too late; the damage had been done. I was no longer my own. And I cried even more.

When he rolled to the side, I curled into a ball and faced away from him. I needed some serious space. He grabbed my arm, not forcefully, but I was not in any mood to be touched. I swatted at him with the same arm; silently asking him to leave me alone at that present time. His hand was lifted away.

I didn't understand until right then. Someone can tell a person about an experience or event, but until they themselves go through it, they'll never fully understand. I now fully understood what Master Sloan was talking about. I know I thought so before, but now it was personally, wholly true. I can never go back to the way I was before.

It's funny. Guys at school joke about this type of thing all the time, but when the reality of it is revealed, it's totally different. All the guys go around saying things like, "fuck you" and "fuck off". If they experienced what I had just gone through, those words would become obsolete. It's kind of like saying "hell" too many times and then actually getting caught down there with no way out; the reality doesn't do the word justice.

I didn't even know he had gotten up from the bed, but all of a sudden, I felt a warm cloth wiping along my backside. I moved my hand to block it. Again, I needed more time. Thankfully, he gave it to me. There'd be time later for getting cleaned up. He took the washrag back into the bathroom and then came back to bed. When he lay down, he didn't turn over to face away from me (that felt different if he did), he just lay down on his back, waiting for me.

Alone on his bed, I ended up crying myself to sleep.

Chapter Twelve
Christmas Tap Dance

The next morning, I woke up sore and stiff all over. The memory from the previous night was still fresh on my mind. It wasn't as traumatic as I feared, but still plenty bad. I looked over and saw my master asleep on his back, still waiting for me. I smiled a little, but soon began to feel a little guilty.

He had sacrificed more opportunities to take me than I cared to count. He had more patience than I had given him credit so far. And all I could do was bitch. I bitched when he wouldn't give in and take me and I screamed holy terror the previous night when he finally did give me what I had begged him for so long. The old adage, "be careful what you ask for; you might just get it" came through loud and clear. I flinched my eyebrows at that.

I was going to make it up to him. I gently got out of bed and quietly made my way to the guest bathroom downstairs. I quietly closed the door and after turning on the light, I saw the damage in the mirror. Blood mixed with semen had dried on my legs and that was all I needed to see. I fought to keep my food down and barely managed it.

I got the shower going quickly and climbed in. This was one of those rare times I really needed a hot one. I rubbed furiously all over my butt and legs, trying to get it all off me. It seemed to be caked on without wanting to come off. Finally, I made some headway and the mixture began running down my legs and down the drain. I washed my face and rinsed off the rest of my body in the hot water. It felt too good to continue, so I cut it off and climbed back out.

After wiping off the fog, I used the mirror again to see if anything was left behind and saw nothing there but skin. I sat on the toilet for a moment, but nothing came out. Even though it felt like I still had to crap, nothing was there. I reflexively wiped and saw a little blood. Master did say this would probably happen, so I didn't worry. I then left the room for the kitchen.

I knew how to cook a few things, and French toast was one of them. I got the eggs, bread, butter and syrup out as the oven was warming up. I knew he liked a hearty breakfast in the morning, so I fixed three of them. He'll need them after last night, I thought.

Orange juice was poured, syrup was heated in a pot of boiling water, cinnamon sprinkled lightly on the toast and I was ready. Everything was stacked carefully on a tray (no jokes, please) and I carried it up to the master bedroom. I was so careful not to trip or stumble on anything, so nothing spilt. I was a trained slave, after all, not some dumb kid trying to impress his mom on Mother's Day.

"Master?" I asked as he was sleeping in the same position he was in the previous night. How does he do that?

Anyway, he didn't answer, so I called him again, but a little louder. He woke up and turned towards me. A big grin crossed his face as he saw the food. He took the tray and set it down on the bed, but not over his body, to his right (I was on his left). He slipped out of bed, knelt down in front of me and grabbed me in a fierce embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Master," I said, trying to cover up for my attitude.

"You're sorry? Why?" he asked, backing away to look me in the face.

"Because I kept complaining about what happened last night. But can we talk while you eat?"

He laughed jovially and climbed back into bed. The tray was levitated over him and he began eating. I felt like I could sit down on the bed with him and made the move. I took a deep breath and began.

"I thought about all the times I complained about you not doing that to me. And then when you did, all I did was scream and yell about it. Sort of like a 'damned if you do; damned if you don't' kind of thing. All I'm saying, is that I shouldn't have complained about all those times you held off for me."

He looked at me halfway through a bite of his French toast. I fidgeted a little for the first time in over a month. I was a little apprehensive until he waved me to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close for a few minutes.

"Uh, Master, your food's getting cold," I had to remind him again. He snickered and returned to the meal. I returned to my previous spot.

"Are you okay, though?" he asked, nodding to what I was using to sit on.

"It's a little sore, but I guess it'll be okay," I said quietly. "I just don't wanna do it again until after the new year. I need some time to heal."

"I can live with that, as long as you still want to come back here," he said, digging into the second piece of toast.

"As long as you still want me, sir, I will want to be here," I said with all my heart.

"You really are a special person, Daniel," he said with glowing pride.

"That's why I have to ride the short bus to school, sir," I quipped.

I thought he was going to choke on the bite he had in his mouth. We shared a laugh and continued the conversation for the time he ate. Both of us cleaned up and I took the bed sheets downstairs to the laundry in the garage. After putting them into the washer and turning them on, I made my way back. We got to wrestling around a little bit and actually ended up in a sixty-nine for some mutual sucking. At one point, he stuck his finger into my backdoor, and I hissed, but didn't ask him to remove it. He did anyways. I figured it was a test, though. I guess he wanted to see just how penitent I really was.

I was too sore to sit down on my bike for the ride home, but made it home none the worse for wear. I bled a little that evening when I had a bowel movement, but that was the last of that one. It hurt to do that, but I had to endure it anyway.

As we had to get ready to leave for my grandparents' house on Monday, I wasn't able to get back over to see Master Sloan. I kind of wished I could, and a little thankful that I couldn't. I guess I needed some more "me" time, even if it was with my family.

The journey eastward began after I got back from running that morning. I showered, dressed (in collar, too) and we headed out. Now, one of the things about me and Brad, is that we don't share very well. He has always had this annoying habit of putting either his stuff or part of himself on my side of the car. It could only be a finger, or a knuckle of one, but it was done just to annoy the hell out of me. My parents always said that the car we owned was large enough for five grown adults, but too small for two preteen boys.

This trip, it didn't matter what Brad did, I was bound and determined not to fall for his pettiness. If he wanted ninety percent of the back seat, fine, let him have it. I just didn't want to hear my parents griping me out for his bullshit. It was a significantly quieter trip.

I also needed the quiet to reflect on what had happened. It wasn't just the intercourse that was on my mind; it was everything from the time that I met my soul's master. During all that was going on, I hadn't had time to think about anything. Studies, training, exercise, etc. all intruded on my time to think. Now, I had eight whole hours to think, and I used it for the gift that it was.

At lunch in Houston, my mom asked me if I was alright.

"I'm fine, Mom. Why?"

"Because you two have been very quiet on this trip."

"Just got a few things on my mind, Mom, that's all," I said, hoping that would be the end of it. But unlike my master, these people and I didn't think on the same wavelength.

"Just what could hold the attention of a ten-year-old so intently for so long?" my dad asked.

"Oh, gee, lemme see. The end of the world, the economy turning bad, nuclear war, having a bad hair day; things like that."

They frowned and went back to eating. Some people just don't appreciate comedy.

The second half of the trip mirrored the first, even though Brad was trying his best to get on my nerves, I ignored him. Master Sloan filled my thoughts every moment of the trip. I wondered how much I had really changed since that Saturday night and if anyone had noticed.

My grandparents lived in a very small town in Western Louisiana and I mean small. It's so small that it used to have a traffic light. Not anymore. We pulled into the parking level of my mother's parents that evening close to dinnertime. After all the hugs and kisses were done with, I helped my dad with the luggage while Brad went inside to the pool table.

The adults talked about everything for a while and Brad and I shot a few games of billiards. My grandfather had this wickedly cool table. Finally, I heard my name crop up in conversation.

"Now he's taken to wearing it full time. But it does seem to have helped his grades." It was my mother talking with hers. I saw them out of the corner of my eye, but didn't turn. One of my lessons by my master was how to look without someone seeing you're looking; I learned it well.

"Trae?" my grandmother asked.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"See what I mean?" my mother whispered to her. Apparently, she thinks I'm deaf.

"Come here for a second, please?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, putting the cue against the table and walking to her.

"Are you alright?" she asked when I got there.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm fine," I said, trying to make it sound convincing.

"You just seem down, that's all," she said, being concerned.

"I'm just a little tired, ma'am. Lots of study and workouts and all."

"Okay," she said, not trying to pry, and I was grateful for that.

That evening, I helped Mom and my grandmother with the meal while the others watched television downstairs. It was another oddity my grandmother picked up on. During dinner, I helped wait on the others, denying my own meal till last. It was also the first time there that I cleaned my plate without a complaint. My grandparents were very poor and the meals were usually lower quality than at home. Brad, of course, did complain with just about everything.

Later, when it was bedtime, Brad and I headed to the guest bedroom that we always stayed in when we visited. My parents stayed in the den on the hide-a-bed. As we got close to the room, my brother called for the bed. I didn't care, as the floor was more comfortable anyway. The only reason either of us wanted the bed, before now that is, is that the one on the bed feels like he is above the other; the "alpha", so to speak.

I just didn't see any use in arguing about it. As I was about to go into the room, my mother stopped me.

"Trae?"

"Yes, ma'am?" I stopped and turned.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure." Now what?

We walked out to the front of the house and I closed the door behind me. She stopped and turned as I stopped and stood in my relaxed pose; it always seemed more comfortable to me.

"What's going on, Trae?" Now, I was confused.

"What're you talking about, Mom?"

"You've changed, Trae; a lot." Uh oh.

"Changed? How?"

"You want the whole list?" Sure, lay it on me. "You and your brother didn't argue even once all the way over here. And again just now at bedtime, no argument over the bed.

"You almost practically starved while making sure everyone else was taken care of before you ate. And then when you did eat, you sat kneeling on the floor like a servant. You've done a lot of things like a servant lately, Trae, and it's beginning to bother me. Kind of like how you stand, walk, talk, sit, eat; it all seems so submissive. Even the way you're standing now.

"So, I ask you again, 'what's going on?'"

So, that's what this was about. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts and began.

"You're always saying that Brad and I argue too much. Now that I'm making the effort to stop it, you criticize me about it."

"I'm not criticizing you about it, Trae," she said, exasperatedly.

"Yes you are, Mom, or we wouldn't be out here; you'd simply accept it and go on."

"Trae…," she started, but I interrupted her.

"Can I finish what I was going to say a second ago, please?"

"Go on," she sighed.

"Thank you. I didn't starve myself before, Mom. Was I hungry? Yeah; a little. But is that so bad? What's a little hunger so that others are taken care of first? And since when is being a servant so bad, either?

"Didn't Jesus say, 'the Son of Man came into the world to serve, not to be served'? What about 'to be the greatest of these, you must become the least'? Didn't He even wash his disciples' feet at one point?"

To be honest, I was on a roll, but decided not to push my luck too far with the Bible verses. Besides, there was one more thing I wanted to lay at her feet.

"I can't win, Mom. You've got a kid who's making straight A's for the first time in his life. You've got a kid that's not arguing with his kid brother. You've got a kid that enjoys helping others. You've got a kid that's happy, extremely happy, with the way things are going in his life. And all you can do is look for demons when there aren't any.

"I think the only reason you're looking for those demons is that it wasn't you that has made the difference in me, but Sloan."

SLAP! Right upside my head. I sort of saw it coming, so I had a split second to ready myself. Master Sloan always said to look ahead and be prepared to roll; it takes the edge off the hit. Roll with the hit and it deflects some of its power.

My head rolled to the side, but my stance never moved. My hands never left the cleft of my buttcheeks to either counter punch, block, or even to feel the sting of it. I knew it would either piss her off more or scare the hell out of her if I simply turned back to look at her and I did just that. I thought about licking my lip on that side, but that might've been pushing it a little bit.

"See what I mean, Mom? I just can't win with you. Most parents would kill to have a son like me. But I guess that I'm a disappointment to you, and I'm sorry for that." My voice never rose above a casual tone.

I turned and walked away. I think my master would've been proud of me for all that. I stuck up for myself in a non-threatening way and won. As I got to the door, my grandmother walked up to it, looking at me, then her. The imprint of her hand stood out prominently on my cheek, I knew, so she had to have seen it.

"Susan, what's going on?" she asked as I stepped past her for bed.

As I made my way to the bedroom, I could hear her crying behind me. Good; serves her right. Brad was all snuggled nicely in the bed when I walked in the room. I simply stripped, put my pj's on, and got under the covers on the floor.

"Dan, I'm losing him," she was telling my dad that evening as they crawled into bed. Brad and I sometimes forgot that they could hear us through the ductwork. I think they'd forgotten that my ears do actually work properly.

"What're you talking about?"

She told him of our talk out front and mentioned the slap.

"He's got a point, Susan, what does it matter?" he asked as she finished.

"Because that man may be doing something to our son!" I growled, but quietly.

"What did he do when you slapped him?"

"I didn't mean to do it, Dan, it just sort of happened."

"I'm not judging you. And don't apologize to me, it was Trae that you slapped. But what did he do?"

"He just stood there and took it."

"If the man was doing something to Trae, don't you think he would've recoiled? Cried? Something other than that?"

"I suppose so, but I still don't like it."

"Don't argue with success, Susan. The boy has a strength now that wasn't there before and I'm one to say that it's about time. For a while I was worried he was going to grow up to be a sissy, but he's changed for the better lately."

If they only knew…

The next day, I got up and dressed for my morning stretches, exercises and run. It felt great to do something my master told me to do, even here where he wasn't present. It was like he was here anyway.

My grandmother was just walking into the kitchen as I was walking into the house from that door.

"Morning, Mimi," I said with a smile.

"Morning, Trae," she answered back. She turned and looked again at me. I saw the double take.

"Something wrong, ma'am?"

"No, Trae, it's just that you're growing up so fast."

"Well, it has been known to happen," I replied with a smile.

I showered and on my way back to help out, all the others had made their way into the dinning room.

"Morning," I said with a smile.

"Don't you seem chipper," my dad commented.

"Yeah, you'd be surprised what a slap across the face'll do for you," I came back with, smiling.

My mom groaned while my dad actually laughed a little. She was sitting down and I walked right over and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. While she sat there stunned, I went to help my grandmother with the breakfast for everyone. She apologized later for the slap, but I didn't feel any different about it before or after the apology.

A couple of days before Christmas, we went into town. It was just my grandmother, my mom, Brad, and me. Town was actually about half an hour's drive away. When we walked in the grocery store, I felt tight and needed a stretch. I kept stretching as we were walking, but it wasn't good enough. I asked to be excused and headed to the front of the store.

When I got there, there was a girl about my age being teased by four guys about a year older. They had taken her purse and were not giving it back. She asked more than once, but they still didn't do it. I sighed and then walked over to them.

"Excuse me, do you mind giving the girl back her purse?"

"Fuck off, Dog," the first one spat in my face. Intelligent people were everywhere.

"Sorry, I don't do requests. Please hand it back to her." I was nice, but insistent.

"And if we don't? You think you can kick our butts?"

I looked down to his waist and back up to his face.

"Well, it's large enough that I couldn't miss," I offered.

"That does it!" Oh yeah, go ahead and telegraph your punch, please.

He swung, and I ducked. A quick uppercut to his diaphragm had him sucking some wind and an elbow to the back of his head sent him to the ground. One of the others came at me, but a jumping round-house knocked his lights out quickly. A third thought a bum-rush was a good idea. One foot to his face changed that, sending him backwards. The last one actually got smart.

"Look, man, I don't want any trouble," he said, raising his hands and backing off.

I was barely even breathing. I couldn't believe it was so easy. I looked at him hard in the eyes.

"I suggest you find yourself some new friends if you don't want any trouble, then. These will cause nothing but trouble for you."

He nodded and ran away as fast as his torn shoes will take him. I smiled and retrieved the purse that had landed on the ground. I simply picked it up, dusted it off and carried it over to the girl.

"I think this is yours; it doesn't really match my shoes very well," I said, smiling.

She choked out a laugh and thanked me. I nodded and looked towards the doors. My mother, my grandmother, Brad, and what looked like a match for the girl's mother were standing there with a group of others gathered to watch the show. I felt like taking a bow.

Her mother ran to the girl and asked her if she was alright. If she's alright? Sheesh.

My mother never suggested me not continuing to take lessons from Master Sloan again.

On the way back, my brother kept looking at me as if I was going to explode or something. I just looked out the window, still wishing I was at my master's house. We got to the house and I helped with the groceries. The whole house was abuzz about the day's event.

"I'm proud of you, son," my dad said when he heard the story.

"Yeah, not bad from someone who you thought would've been a sissy, huh?" His eyes widened to the size of planets. "Sound travels both ways, Dad." And I went back to playing pool by myself.

Christmas day was its usual family nonsense, with a couple of exceptions. I did get treated with a little more respect from everyone. Even Brad treated me a little better. When we unwrapped presents, I got through all of mine and pretty much got some clothes, and a new gi. I was steadily outgrowing the other one.

"Trae, this is a special one from Sloan," my father said, handing me a rectangle gift. "He asked us to give it to you last."

Nodding, I took the gift and opened it. Inside the box was a Latin translation book. I laughed out loud at that. Everyone else in the room looked at me as if I were nuts. I showed them what it was, but they still didn't understand.

"I was interested in the language a few weeks ago," I explained. I couldn't go into detail, but I was thankful that the short explanation was enough, for once.

We hugged everyone good-bye and left at the end of the holidays. The eight hours back was just as quiet going. Brad tried to piss me off again, but I just didn't let it get to me. Some things just aren't worth getting into a fight about. Besides, I had a present to glance through.

When we got back, there was plenty of time for me to go see my master. I peddled over as fast as I could and when I got there, a car was parked that I didn't recognize. Shrugging, I walked up to the door and knocked. When he opened the door, he was shocked.

"I thought you weren't due back until tomorrow," he said, stepping out of the door.

I was a little disappointed that he didn't want to see me as much as I wanted to see him. Then I realized what was going on.

"You've got someone in there, don't you? Tied to the wall again?" I asked, smirking.

"Yes, I do," he said, a little worried.

"Can I see?" I asked.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No," I said with a smile. "I'd love to see this again." To be honest, it hit me right then that it had been since September that I hadn't seen anyone else here for this. I figured that I could ask him later about that.

He sighed and walked inside with me in tow. We walked straight to the family room where a young man, probably in his early twenties, was tied to his wall. I went instantly hard, thinking that someday it'll be me up there. I could only hope.

"Did I say you could turn around, boy?" my master asked him plainly.

"No, sir," and with that, the young man turned back to facing the wall.

The crop was brought down on his ass, hard. I smiled at the memory of that crop. I took a seat on one of the barstools to watch the fun. Both Master and the man were back into full swing within mere moments. I watched as he masterfully slapped both cheeks effectively with his chosen instrument.

It was also nice to see someone else in some severe pain besides me. The man came about ten minutes after I sat down to watch. I was amazed at the amount of cum that shot out of his dick; it seemed to totally repaint the wall. When he was done shooting, my master released him from the wall and he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh, get up, boy!" my master growled at him. When he did, he looked right in my direction. "You don't worry about my houseboy! You worry about me!"

"Yes, sir," he said and turned back to staring in Master Sloan's direction.

"Go get cleaned up, dressed, and get your ass back down here."

The man scampered out with another "yes, sir". I smiled at him and he returned it. I slipped down from the stool and got the bucket for some soap and water. It was filled by the time the man walked back into the room. I walked it over to him.

"I think these are for you," I said, handing him the pail and sponge.

He looked to my master in question.

"He's right, boy! Get to it!" Master Sloan barked at him.

"Yes, sir." The man took it and began cleaning the spot on the wall. I looked to my master and got a real quick subtle wink in return. I smiled and watched the guy clean up his mess. When he was done, I took it back and emptied it out in the kitchen. The guy left as I was dumping it out.

"Well done, Daniel," he said as walked into the kitchen.

"Thank you, Master," I said as I put the pail back under the kitchen sink. "May I ask a question, sir?" He prompted me to do so. "Why haven't you been doing this since we met?" I wanted to phrase it in such a way that I wasn't accusing him of anything.

"Actually, I have, but I scheduled it around our time together. And before you start thinking it was something devious, don't. I did it to protect our relationship. You know how dangerous it is for me to be doing these things with you."

"I understand, sir," I said, nodding. "Do you have sex with any of them like you did with me?"

"No; it's just the whipping and some light bondage."

"Then I don't see why anyone would have a problem with me being here."

"I just don't need anyone poking around in our business, Daniel. And if it bothers you, I'll put an end to it."

"It doesn't bother me, Master, and I would never even think about telling you what to do in your own house. I guess I just needed to know that it's just you and me for our real relationship." We were just starting out on the sexual part of our relationship and I guess I needed to know where we stood.

"Always," he said, smiling. "Now, how was Christmas?"

I told him everything that had happened, and I was right; he was impressed. As we were finishing up our conversation on Christmas, he asked if I was okay about what had happened that Saturday night.

"Yes, sir, but I was wondering if it ever got any easier."

"It does, but it takes a few times."

"Oh," I said, sort of looking down at his feet. I walked over to him and began rubbing his erection through his pants while looking up into his eyes. "I guess we need some more practice, then, huh?"

He chuckled lightly and bent down for a hug. I was lifted like always and he carried me upstairs into his bedroom again. I kicked off my shoes on the way and slipped off my socks once I was deposited onto the bed. I couldn't wait to get my clothes off and it seemed like he was of the same frame of mind.

"Go get yourself cleaned out, Daniel," he said as his shirt was pulled off.

"Yes, sir," I said and made my way to the bathroom.

The nozzle was already hooked up and I ran the water for a little bit while I jellied up my rear entrance. Another new experience was about to begin; doing this to myself. I had never put anything up my anal chute before, so the whole process was a little nerve-wracking. I got plenty of the jelly all over my boy-hole and bent over for the nozzle.

I inserted it as I remembered and it slipped in easily. I knew it needed to go a little farther inside, so I pressed it towards me more. I grunted a little at the pain, and stopped when it hit that point. I released the valve and water splashed into my guts for the second time ever. Remembering that I needed to be so full that I looked pregnant, I stayed in place and let it fill me up.

I switched the nozzle off when it got to the painful point and retracted the nozzle from my rectum. I held the water the best I could and stood there for a few minutes to let it do its job of cleaning me out. Just when I didn't think I could hold it any longer, I flipped the lid open and sat down to release the torrent. Oh, the feeling of relief.

I took a dollop of jelly and slipped it along my crack before rejoining my master at his bedside. As I walked up, he held out his hand to me and I took it.

"You're amazing, Daniel," he said, swelling with pride.

"I've been here for three months now, and you're just now figuring this out, Master?" I asked with a certain mischievous gleam in my eye.

With that, he jerked me onto the bed and over his body. As I lay prone over him, he swatted my ass a couple of times for that remark and I yelled and giggled the whole time. God, I had missed this.

He was definitely hard when he was done with my "spanking". I turned to look up to him and we smiled at each other, knowingly. I moved to lay long-way along his body and let my legs straddle his torso. I reached up and kissed him passionately and we began to get into a wrestling match of another kind.

I moved down his body till his cock touched the hole that now belonged totally to him. With my right hand I reached back and aimed his pole towards me, making sure it hit the intended target. It slipped twice, but with some resilience on my part, it finally began to slice into me again. The pain hit just as the crown was about halfway inside.

I didn't back off, but I just couldn't make myself go any farther. I looked up to my master, pleadingly. He looked down at me and nodded slightly. Knowing what I was in for, I held on for dear life. In a harsh, savage shove of his strong hips, his cock's head speared me again. The pain slammed into me just as before, but this time, I knew what it was all about and I was ready.

I closed my eyes at it, to try and make it lessen. It didn't really help. My fists shook in the air, trying to release some of the painful energy coursing through me. It didn't really help. I hummed, hissed, grunted, growled; you name it. It didn't really help. What did help was my master sitting up and hugging me around my waist. I returned his hug around his neck and softly beat his back with my fists.

"It hurts, Master," I said, but not in a complaining way.

"I know, boy, I know. Take your time."

I nodded and waited for some of the pain to subside. He just had to be exerting some serious control not to do anything while I was getting used to him. I appreciated it all the more. It felt like he was really taking me, but allowing me to set the pace.

"You really do love me, don't you?" I whispered into his ear, trying to take my mind off the pain of being split in half.

"Of course, little slave," he soothingly commented while stroking my back.

I nodded and even though the pain was still present, I began to let my body slide down on to his manhood even more. I grimaced, but endured it for him; all for him. I didn't just drop all the way down in one shot, I did take it slow. I slowly began riding him, and with each glide, I got lower and lower until I had sandwiched all of him inside me.

I had to pull back a little at the unexpected pain of squeezing my nuts between our bodies. He looked to me in question.

"We were squeezing my nuts, sir," I explained and he sniggered. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at him in a smile as well.

My ass was on fire at the size of him buried inside me, but I was more concerned with the small pain of my nuts being squeezed. We all have our priorities.

"How're you doing?" he asked and I knew what he meant.

"I'm dealing, sir," I answered, though still breathing hard.

We sat there for a few more minutes while I got accustomed to a pole being inserted into my ass. He finally relaxed and lay back down onto the pillows. I didn't follow him down; I just sat there, straddling his cock for some more time to pass.

"How does it feel?" he asked. I knew that he knew what it felt like, but it was a question designed to help me voice it.

"Like a baseball bat, sir," I replied while grimacing.

"I meant the coupling, Daniel," he said between chuckles.

"It still hurts, but not near as bad as the first time. I feel like I gotta take a crap, though."

"That's normal; it'll pass," he said, smiling reassuredly.

Then something strange happened; his dick sort of "surged" with blood. I felt it ripple through my canal's barrier and then through me.

"Whoa. What was that?"

"It likes you," he answered.

"No offense, sir, but right now, I'm not sure the feeling's mutual," I commented back.

He snickered in return. I felt it was now time to stop stalling and move onward. So, I began riding upwards alone his girth. I put my hands on his chest to steady myself as I pulled off a little at a time. When I finally felt the crown of his cock at my sphincter, I went back down again. It didn't hurt near as bad as the initial penetrating glide downward, but the pain was still there.

I put it out of my mind as best as I could while I sashayed on his manhood. Normally pain would've spurred my cock's involvement, but during both couplings, it remained uninterested. I guess it was a different kind of pain that it needed to wake up. I just let it sleep for now; there'd be time for that later.

Two more complete glides and my master came inside me for a second time. The feeling of his semen shoot inside me was one that I began to relish at that point. It was just the idea that he was giving me part of himself; me and only me. I had given him all of me, and I liked to think he was returning a portion of him to me.

When he was through, I collapsed onto his chest; job well done. I lay there, listening to his breathing and heartbeat while he recovered his senses. Now, I felt bonded to him totally. Now, I was with him, body and soul. Now, I was a complete slave. His slave.

Chapter Thirteen
New Year; New Life

"Master?" I asked as I lay there on his chest.

"Hm?"

"You really don't have sex with those guys that come over here, right?"

"No, Daniel; that's for you and you alone."

"I just needed to know, sir," I said, hugging him closer. He lifted me up by my armpits again to look me in the eye.

"I won't lie to you, Daniel; ever," he said with such earnest, that I had no choice but to believe him.

"I know, sir. I guess it just sort of surprised me a little. Could I help sometimes?"

"With some of them, yes, but others are less reliable. Trust me to know the difference between them."

I lay back down on his chest again.

"I trust you with everything, Master."

I grunted as his cock was spit out of my back door. Achingly, I slid off him and onto the floor. I turned to see the mess we'd made. I was about to lick it off, but with so much jelly around in the area, I thought a warm cloth would be better.

"Thank you for the book, Master," I said as I cleaned him up.

"You're welcome, Daniel."

"But I feel guilty that I didn't give you anything for Christmas," I said, and I felt it, too.

He turned me towards him. I looked deep into those eyes I'd fallen in love with. His voice was thick as he spoke from the heart.

"You gave me the best of all presents; yourself. I couldn't have asked for anything more."

I reached up and we hugged again. As we didn't have time for another round, I got dressed and left for the night. I was a little sore, but not near as bad as before Christmas.

He now trusted me enough not to play with myself and the chastity device was taken off. I guess it was just the next step in our relationship; that we were to hold ourselves for each other. I was wondering when he would take it to the next step and fuck me while tied up. I was actually getting hard thinking about that.

School started back up on Monday morning and things went well until lunch time. I was leaving the cafeteria when Brian stood in my way. I tried to side-step him, but he blocked me again. When I turned to his right, I saw that Harry had joined his little gang. I wasn't too surprised; Harry had always needed some support from someone.

"Hey, Dog," Brian commented. "Or should I call you 'bitch'?"

"Only if you're looking for a bitch to sniff," I shot back at him. This routine was getting old and tiresome. But, true to my master's trust in me, I turned and walked away.

"Going to see your boyfriend, Bitch?" he asked as he pushed me from behind.

I staggered for just a moment, but let it go and walked on. Another push and my mind was made up. I whirled my foot around and connected with the side of his head, sending him straight to the ground. I readied myself for the other two; I figured Harry wouldn't have the guts to come at me if the others were out of it.

Tommy stuttered long enough for me not to worry about him immediately. William was to my left and when he swung for my face, I ducked, making his stomach a prime target for the edge of the book in my hand. I slammed it home as hard as I could, bowling him over in half. I slipped out from under him and connected the back of his head with the back of my elbow and he was out.

Tommy came at me now, but I spun around and planted the bottom of my foot to his face, sending him backwards. He was out the second he hit the pavement. The fight took all of about ninety seconds. Harry was standing there looking like he had his thumb up his butt. I looked at him fully and calmly walked over to him.

"Now you know what I'm doing over at Master Sloan's house," I said simply. I smelled something and looked down. A yellow stain was running down the leg of his jeans. I looked back up to him and my blue eyes bore into him intently. "And if I hear you call him a 'fag' again, you'll spend the rest of your life in a hospital."

My tone of voice was just as even as ever. It never rose or sank as I talked to him. I think that scared him even more. He knew right then that he had made a mistake in his choice of friends. I let him live with that choice.

I turned away from him and saw the principal standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. I froze. He had seen the whole thing. He told a few students and a teacher to get Brian and his gang to the nurse's office.

"Come with me, Trae," he said simply. I knew that tone; it was the same one I had just used on Harry. I was in trouble, and I knew it.

But the previous three months had taught me to take my punishment without gripe or complaint. I didn't let my despair show on my face, but just turned and followed him out of the area. We walked to his office with me behind him. I held my head up high the entire time.

He asked for a "pink slip" from the secretary and I knew what that meant; someone was getting suspended. That put the fear of God into my being. This was something that Master Sloan would certainly not approve of. Never minding the missed school time for my grades, it was the simple fact that I couldn't control myself. True, I had walked away from it, but I just couldn't help think that he would probably discipline me for it anyway.

"Have a seat, Trae," Mr. Hastings told me upon entering his office. He sat down opposite me similarly to the day I got my report card from him. I sat up as straight as I possibly could, and listened to what he was going to tell me.

"You showed a lot of restraint out there, Trae." Huh?! "I'm not saying that I advocate fighting; quite the opposite, really. And the fact that you've walked away from several fights show that you agree with me. But today Mr. Hunter and his friends gave you no choice in the matter."

All of a sudden, I realized that I might not be in trouble. I relaxed a little inside, but didn't show it.

"I'm going to suspend you from school for the rest of the day, and any tests or homework assignments due will not count against your grades," he said simply.

"So, what you're telling me, sir, is that basically I have the afternoon off," I asked, making sure I heard him correctly.

"Yes," he said just as simply, but with a slight smile. I almost creamed my pants right then and there. But I controlled myself.

"Thank you, sir," I returned to him, but was smiling all the more.

"You may go, and enjoy yourself," he said with a wave of his hand. I nodded, thanked him, and headed to the door. I stopped and turned back to him as he wrote up the pink slip.

"What's going to happen to the others?" I asked as I opened the door.

"What would you like to see happen to them?" It wasn't a normal question to be asking a student's peer, but I got the inclination he wasn't going to take my suggestion anyway.

"Is a firing squad an option?"

"Go enjoy your afternoon, Trae," he said, laughing.

I nodded to him and left him to his paperwork. I smirked at his secretary as I passed her desk and headed for my locker. I got the books I would need and "Elvis" left the building. I didn't run, but I made my way to Master Sloan's house casually. When I got there, the door was locked, so I headed around back.

I slipped inside and got undressed. Bindings were attached and I waited for my master to arrive at home. I grabbed a quick snack and thought about the fight for a moment. I had turned another page in my life. I felt good about getting through it, but worried about what Master Sloan would say about the actual fight.

I decided to clean myself out for him, should he want me that way, and went to his bathroom to do so. After accomplishing the cleaning, I heard a car pull into the drive. I smiled as I saw from his bedroom window him pull in. I quickly headed downstairs and went into the kitchen to wait for him. I was "standing" perfectly still as the door opened and he walked through.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school, little slave?" he asked with a slight smirk.

"Yes, sir," I said simply, sort of forcing him to ask the next question.

"Then why are you here in my kitchen?"

"Do you want me to leave, Master?"

"Don't play me like that, Daniel," he warned.

"I'm suspended for the afternoon, Master," I said with a smirk.

"I know there's more to this, so go ahead and tell me," he said and leaned against the wall to get comfortable.

I told him everything about the fight, leaving nothing out and not embellishing even one iota. It was simply the facts of the incident and the aftermath.

"It sounds like he left you no choice in the matter," he said, finally moving from the wall. He walked over and knelt in front of me on eye-level. "But control yourself in the future, little one."

"I'm not making excuses, Master, but I've been controlling myself since September when it comes to Brian and his idiots. I've put up with a lot from them, but everyone has a limit, sir; even you." It wasn't meant as a dig on him, just a simple statement of fact.

He didn't say anything; just a deep, passionate kiss was his answer back. I melted into him and he carried me back upstairs. I was practically ripping his shirt off of him before he could get to it. When we got there, he practically threw me onto the bed. I giggled as I rolled to the head.

"Oh, please sir, don't hurt me," I playfully teased him.

"Boy, you don't know the meaning of 'hurt', yet!" he growled back at me.

I reached over and got the baby oil from the nightstand to lube up my ass. I swathed it into the crack and hole quickly. I knew he was coming quickly and neither one of us wanted anything to slow this down. He mounted the bed behind me just as I moved my hand away.

I felt his hands on my hips and he raised me up onto "all fours". I took a deep breath and got ready for this one. A fleshy bump touched my rear and inside a second, it was forced inside me. I grimaced and beat the covers at the pain of it. Mercifully, he waited for me to settle down a little before continuing to spear me with that thing.

It took a bit of time, but I finally settle down and nodded. He fed me every bit of himself one inch at a time, and I felt all of it slice into me once again. It continued to hurt, sure, but I was getting used to it by now. He bottomed out inside my hole in nothing more than five or six pumps of his hips.

When he as all the way inside, he pushed forward and we fell to the bed. I felt the weight of his adult body on my back and his breath on the side of my face. All of it began to turn me on something fierce. Even under our bodies, my cock began responding. I let it be for now.

"You alright, Daniel?" he asked, slipping out of the scene for a moment.

"Yes, sir," I answered, nodding. "Just don't hurt me, please?"

"I'm not going to hurt you, boy," he growled, getting back into it. "I'm just going to fuck your brains out."

"Oh, please don't, sir; I need them for school."

His hips made a hard shove forward, stopping my snorting at my own joke. I guess the fun was over and now the real fucking began.

He pulled out some and slid back inside. It wasn't hard or vicious, as I knew he could probably be, but it was enough to get the action going again. His hips moved fluidly to saw his cock along the inner recesses of my body. Masterfully, he used my opening to extract his pleasure. Time and time again, he laid into me until he strained against his own body and released his seed inside me.

He collapsed to the side and I rolled with him to keep his member buried in me. I reached back and stroked the side of his face with my soft hand. I felt some stubble, but kept going.

"You need a shave, Master," I said, smiling to the covers.

"And you need a shower, little slave," he returned in my ear. "You smell like sex." I wonder why that could be.

I turned my head around to kiss him as fully as I could. He worked his hand over my chest and began reaching for my own erection. Lovingly, he began stroking me. I moved both hands behind his neck, showing him he could do whatever he wanted to my preteen body. I snuggled back into his chest and allowed him to molest me as he desired.

It had been a while since I came, and with all the stimulation being put into my body, it didn't take much more than a few strokes of his hand to finish me off. When it happened, my rectal muscles reflexively spit him out of me. I took a few minutes to recover and climbed off the bed to clean up my master's cock. This time, I decided to use my tongue to clean him up. I had gotten used to the taste of his semen, and this wasn't any different. I couldn't even taste any of the baby oil.

A clean washcloth was all I needed for my backside and legs. When clean, I returned to my master's bedside. He patted the bed on his right side (away from me) and I climbed over and knelt down, looking right at him. I got the impression this was something important.

"I want you to consider a few things, Daniel," he said once I was next to him and paying attention.

"Yes, sir."

"Two things. First thing; there's a retreat this summer for others like us."

"Really?" My mind began thinking of all the possibilities of this. He held up his hand to stop me before I got too carried away.

"Let me finish before you get all excited. It's a retreat, but it's for masters to get together with their slaves and sort of show them off to one another. You would be the youngest one there. I think the youngest one beyond you is roughly about fifteen."

"You're kidding," I said, getting excited, but also a bit scared.

"Nope. Now, there are some things you'll need to know before we go there. You still need some training, but I know that by the time it's summertime, you'll be ready. But, I have to warn you; it'll be dangerous."

"Why?"

"Because you, my young one, will be the hit of the place. Every one of them will want to see you, touch you, and feel you. Being the youngest one there will give you all the attention you can handle, but it also makes it tempting for someone to take you. Most of the people that go there are reputable and can be trusted, but a few of them, I'm not so sure of. All of them are about as sadistic as I am, and some worse, but most will respect you.

"As long as you stay with me or Master Nathan, you'll be protected, but some of them might want to hurt you badly. We'll work on how to detect those types between now and then. We'll also have to push your pain threshold quite a bit." Well that doesn't sound too good.

"Why…?" I asked, looking with a raised eyebrow.

"When you go there as a slave, you go through a hunt."

"What're we hunting?" I asked, innocently. I'd never been hunting before and it sounded cool to try.

My master didn't comment; he just looked at me with those piercing eyes of his. It took a second to sink in.

"ME??!! You're gonna hunt ME?!" I was stunned beyond words.

"They are going to hunt you, Daniel. As your master, I wouldn't hunt you. It's sort of an initiation to the group. If you want to go, you'll have to go through the hunt."

"What if I get shot?" I knew what hunting was about; killing game.

"They don't hunt like that, Daniel," he said, slightly amused at my confusion. "They'll hunt you with nets and things to try and capture you. They also use bloodhounds to track you down, so I hope you're not afraid of dogs."

"Dogs don't bother me, Master," I said, but something else concerned me. "But what happens if they catch me? What happens if they don't?"

"If you are caught, the master that catches you can have his way with you until midnight that night or you say your safeword. And they will respect it, if it's uttered. Also, if you're captured, I cannot stop that master from taking you, so don't bother asking me to save you if it happens."

"What if they don't catch me?" I asked again.

"Nothing. You come back with me to the suite. But, I do have to warn you; no one has ever made it through the hunt without being captured. No one."

"Not even you, Master?" I asked, hoping he'd take the bait.

"Masters don't get hunted, Daniel," he said, smiling.

"I mean when you were a slave, sir," I answered back softly.

The look on his face was utterly priceless. I don't think I've ever seen a person turn so white so fast. He seemed to shake a little and I backed off. For a second, I was amused, thinking that he'd be proud of my intuition, but then a notion seeped into me. I thought I had hurt him deeply.

"I'm sorry, Master, I shouldn't have said anything," I said, looking down at my hands. I now felt like shit and wished I had kept my mouth shut. I kept kicking myself mentally. I thought that I had learned my lessons about saying too much, but apparently not.

He reached for me and I drew back away from him. I knew he wasn't going to hit me or anything, but I did feel like I had hurt him badly and wasn't too sure I was ready for his forgiveness.

"Come here," he said, waving me towards him with his hand. Tentatively I crawled over to him and into his arms. As he held onto me, I could hear his heart beating and it was going wild. I had never heard it going so fast before. "How did you find out?"

"Well, Master Nathan was the one that got me thinking. He said that I was lucky to have a master that cared enough not to take advantage of me. I thought about how you kept delaying taking me until you knew I was ready.

"Then, I thought about how there were things that you let me get away with. If there were masters out there that wouldn't let me say those things or do those things and you did, then I figured you knew what it was like to be like me.

"But you really gave it away later when you said that you knew that having sex hurt so badly. I didn't think about it right then, but later it came to me; you had been me at one time. You had a master that trained you like you're training me."

"You know, one of these days I'm going to have to start taking you a lot more seriously," he joked. He hugged me tighter and then released me.

"Tell me about him, Master. Please?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Not now, but one day I will. I promise."

"Good enough for me," I said with a grin.

We lay there for a few more minutes before something else occurred to me.

"Master, was there something else you wanted to tell me?"

It took a second for him to recall it.

"Oh yeah, right. The second thing I need to tell you about is the Kumite."

I sat up straight and curled around so fast, that my momentum carried me off the other side of the bed. I tumbled onto the floor with a loud thud. I heard him snickering and I frowned at my own clumsiness. I had just comfortably kicked the daylights out of three guys and yet I was still awkward enough not to be able to stay on a bed.

"Graceful," he said still laughing.

"I aim to please, Master," I snorted, pushing myself up off the floor.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I could hear the amusement still in his voice.

"Nothing hurt but my pride, Master," I scowled as I got back up onto the bed.

"Now, about the Kumite," he started again, trying not to continue laughing. "You know there's one being held in two years from this summer, and they're held every five years?"

I nodded and resumed my kneeling position.

"Well, there's also one held every three years for the young fighters," he told me, but then put up his hand as I was about to get excited again. "Before you go falling off the bed again, let me finish."

"Very funny, Master," I said with a sly smirk.

"The Kumite for the youths is even more illegal because we're talking about kids, here, so it's kept even more secretive. It's not as brutal as the adult contest, and to my knowledge, no one has died from a fight, but anything goes in the ring. You could still get seriously injured by entering it.

"Also, you'll be going up against others that're three or four years older than you and have been doing this a lot longer. Probably been fighting all of their lives. Before you answer, think about it; real good and hard."

"Lemme guess, this is something I can't discuss with my parents," I said, slightly discouraged.

"You can, but let me be the one to break the idea to them." Now, that did shock me. "You've gotten them convinced that you're pretty good at fighting and can take care of yourself, but this might push them back into the realm of being apprehensive about this. And I don't think you want that."

I twitched my eyebrows at that. That was the last thing I needed.

We finished off the day with normal training and giving me a lot to think about. I thought about telling my parents about going away for a weekend in June, but until Master Sloan and I discussed it first, I thought better of it. Neither of us needed more eyebrows being raised.

When I got home, Brad had already filled my parents in on what had happened at school. I told them everything and they were okay with it, then. I was sure Brad had left out a few important details. Convenient, huh?

The next day at school, people were giving me a wide berth. I kind of smiled and liked it. At least I wasn't being called a dog. I found out that it was Brian and his brood that got the actual suspension; the rest of that week and the entire next one. As I was sitting down at lunch, though, a shadow hovered over my lunch.

"Go away, Harry," I said without looking up.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I can still smell piss on you," I stated quickly. It wasn't true, but I knew it was set him back on edge. I could tell it was him by the way he walked.

"That's not funny," he said, defensively. I stood up and leaned over the table at him so fast, he almost fell over backwards. It got the attention of others, but I wasn't caring.

"Harry," I started, flexing the muscles I had been so diligently working on while leaning over the table. "You outlined our friendship when you turned your back on me. Now that you know those idiots can't protect you as well as you thought, you come crawling back to me.

"You chose them over me by telling them I was gay and what you thought about Sloan. You made your bed, now lie in it and stay the hell away from me."

"I came to apologize," he said, whimpering.

"No, you came hoping I would be forgiving and take you back as a friend. After what you've done, don't count on it. Now, go piss on yourself somewhere else." I knew other students were watching and listening. And I knew just what to say to get him to leave. It was something that would bother him for a long time. I relished in it.

I sat back down and picked up my pencil and tried to go back to work on my math homework, but it was no good. It began to bother me that I liked the feeling of power over someone else. I was now realizing what my master saw in it. I slammed the book closed and leaned forward in my chair. I templed my fingers in front of me, trying to make myself work, but nothing helped, so I left the lunchroom.

I needed a workout. I went out back where other kids were having recess and stretched out my body as much as it could go. I was now easily doing the splits while pulling down to one side. Another shadow came to lay over me.

"Jesus, man, you got anything between those legs?" a voice said. I looked up into the face of a sixth-grader.

"Do you?" I retorted.

He kicked at me, but I caught the kick. With a twist, I had him flipped over and onto his stomach. I pulled him to me by his leg. I reached between them and grabbed something round and pliable and squeezed. He screeched.

"Oh shut up, I'm not hurting you. Yet." He tried the same trick, but I rolled forward to put my genitalia behind me. "I'm going to say this only once, since your pea-sized intellect cannot handle more than that. Go away! Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," he said through clenched teeth. I gave his nuts one final squeeze and released him. He scrambled away from me as fast as his fat butt could carry him.

After stretching, I got up and did some running back-flips off the wall. In the short span of time at recess, I pushed my body harder than ever. I finished my short workout with some continuous round-houses, jumping kicks, flips over bars, etc. I just needed to work out some mental problems.

"Why do people act like that, Master?" I asked as I walked over to his bed that evening.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I just don't understand how some people can go looking for a fight, while I'm trying to avoid them," I swung my legs over his torso again and sat down on his belly.

"Well, some people try and test themselves, some are trying to make themselves bigger than they are, and others are just simply jerks looking to fight. There's no way of telling. The only thing you can do is be ready for anything."

"Well, I just glad you're not that way," I said, lubing up my backdoor for him.

"I could be," he commented.

"I don't think I could handle you if you got much bigger," I said before kissing him.

As I slid downward onto his cock, it hurt upon initial penetration, but eased up significantly a moment later. I sat back and slid him inside me once again. Once I was all the way down, I reached for one of his hands and brought it to my hard-on.

"Make me cum when you do, please, Master?" I pleaded with him.

He began stroking as I raised my body off his. His cock slid along my cavity's wall and with both stimulations going, it felt like nothing else. I built up the rhythm as I rode him harder and harder. His strokes got tighter and tighter around my boy-cock, building me to my climax. I could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer as well.

"I'm cumming, Master," I informed him seconds before it took me.

My hardened gluttial muscles clenched down tighter on his hard cock and both of us shot over the edge together for the first time. I spazmed a couple of times as I came back down to Earth. He wrapped his loving arms around me as we lay there recovering. I could conquer the world, but I always felt like a little child; safe in his arms.

Chapter Fourteen
Fears

The next two weeks progressed as normal except for one change; I began running without sneakers. Master told me that if I really wanted to go on that retreat and go through the hunt, my feet needed to be toughened up. I still wasn't sure I wanted to go, but I thought the idea had merit. I had started by running with them and then taking them off when I was almost done. I increased the time I was barefooted and after the two weeks, I was running all four miles [6 km] without shoes.

During this time, he never forced me to have sex with him. I did it out of love and loyalty to him. I wasn't tied up, yet either. I was getting kind of antsy about it, but I never complained or suggested it to him. He would introduce it when he thought I was ready for it. I had learned that lesson real well.

That Friday, I was informed I would be moving up to the next group on Monday, due to another set of straight A's. After my lessons that day, my master and I played for quite some time. I felt good about my grades, but as it had been done already, the taste of victory wasn't as sweet, but it still tasted better than the alternative.

Another shadow encroached on my space that Monday at lunch and it didn't belong to Brian. It was a girl's shadow. I looked up to see a girl that was in my classes, but never talked to me before. From the way she acted, she seemed more interested in Brian than me, not that I cared.

"Hello," she said, still standing there. I ignored her. She tried again a little louder. "Hello."

"What do you want, Lisa?" I asked, not looking up from my work again. It was a difficult problem that I was working on, too. Talk about timing.

"Oh. You know my name?" Duh!

"What do you want?" I asked again, getting a little frustrated; with both her and the math problem.

"I was wondering if you'd want to go with me?"

"Go with you? Where?" I was feigning ignorance. I knew what she wanted, but I figured I'd have a little fun before I sent her away.

"I mean like as a boyfriend kinda thing," she said hesitantly. I stopped working on the problem and looked up at her. She was cute and pretty popular, but there was just no way in hell it was going to happen.

"Why?"

"Why?" Boy was she slow.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because I like you."

"Why?" Thanks, Master.

"What do you mean 'why'?"

"It's a simple question, Lisa. Why do you like me?" I was loving this.

"I dunno, I just been watching you and I just do," she said, fidgeting on both feet.

"How long've you been watching me?" This outta be good.

"A couple of months, I guess."

"'A couple of months', you guess," I sort of repeated to her. I laughed at her; cold and calculating. "I don't think you have, but I've been watching you, though."

"What d'you mean?" she stepped back apprehensively. I definitely saw the joy in what being a master was all about.

"If you've been watching me for a couple of months, then why didn't you say something to Brian as he was messing with me instead of laughing along with him? Hm?" No answer.

"Why didn't you come over and say 'hi' to me a couple of months ago? Hm?" No answer.

"You don't know me, Lisa, how can you say you like me? I know you, though. You're one of those girls that go after all the popular guys because it makes you more popular. So all the other girls will swoon all over you and be jealous of you.

"Go back to ogling at Brian, Lisa, because I don't want you."

She left crying. Good riddance, I say. I turned back to my studies just in time for the bell to ring. Perfect.

"Life isn't supposed to be lived alone, Trae," a voice behind me spoke.

"I'm not alone, Mr. Hastings," I said, turning around to face him. "I've got all the people in my life that I want. And these kids around here are way too immature to be added to the list."

He smiled and I turned to head to class with his dismissal.

Brian and his gang were back from their two week vacation that day, but didn't even think about bothering me. He left me alone for the rest of our school years together, in fact. And with my schedule change, we didn't see a lot of each other except in the lunchroom and recess.

When I was on my way to Master Sloan's house, I began thinking about my conversation with Lisa and then the one with Harry. With them, I was the dominant one; the one in control. But when I'm with Master Sloan, I'm the submissive; the one being controlled. I was going to have to ask him about that.

"I want to go this summer, Master," I said to him as I stood for my daily inspection that afternoon.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Master," I replied with a nod.

"Alright, Daniel, but we have a lot of work to do between now and then. We'll have to talk to your parents because I'm going to need some more time with you." Now there was a hardship.

"Yes, sir," I said back and training started for the day. Since Christmas, he'd been moving me less and less from the servant's training and more into slave and martial arts training. I knew how to be a good servant. The rest was the hard part.

That evening, something strange happened. I had begun enjoying him take me for the past few times, now, but I enjoyed sort of making a scene out of it. He had thrown me face-down on the bed and shoved a pillow under my crotch. I felt him mount the bed behind me.

"Oh God, not again, sir," I moaned.

"Yes, again, boy!" he yelled at me as he lined his cock up at my backdoor.

"But please sir; I'm just a little boy!" I came back with. All of a sudden, he grabbed my hair and twisted my head to the side. I winced at the pain of having my hair pulled so harshly, but knew he could've done it harder if he wanted. His mouth was in my ear and I could feel his hot breath escape into my hearing canal.

"I don't care what you are, you're going to take my cock until you like it!" he hissed at me.

"But, sir," I whined. He slapped my ass hard!

"Shut up, boy, and take it!"

He violently shoved his cock into me without further warning. The initial entry always stings. I made more out of it than it really was.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" I screamed into the bed sheet.

"Oh shut up, brat, it's not like you've never had a cock up your ass before!"

"But sir, it hurts; it's too big for me! Please take it out, sir!" I could tell by the surge in his cock that he was enjoying this immensely.

Another slap, but this time to the back of my head. I moaned, but it was in pleasure, I kind of got the feeling that he enjoyed believing it was in pain. I gripped onto any piece of the bed sheet I could because I knew the real fucking was about to begin.

"That's it, boy, take it!" he growled at me. It turned me on even more to think that he might at any time lose control. I was completely at the mercy of his mature cock and it wasn't handing out any.

He pulled it out and slammed it back home inside me. I grunted at the assault, but it didn't stop him. After two more pistons of his cock, he laid his massive frame down on my young one. He had been doing this a lot lately, feeling me as close to him as possible.

I felt both his arms wrap under me and around my shoulders as well as his legs wrap themselves around mine. Using just his legs, he got me to widen mine. I got the feeling he wanted this go on for a while. I gripped the covers in expectation for a long ride. When I was in the position he wanted, he resumed laying into me.

The raw heat generated between our two bodies could light the city for a month. Sweat began to accumulate between us as he fucked me harder and harder. My cock was rubbing along the material of the pillow and I soon shuddered through a tiny orgasm. I tightened my ass muscles but it didn't do anything to make him finish.

"Not yet, little slaveboy," he snarled at me.

"God, no sir, please stop; you're tearing me up!"

"Oh shut up and take me! You know you love it!" and a particular vicious slam of his hips forced his cock as deep as it could go into my bowels.

"No, sir, I don't! You're hurting me!" I hissed and winced, but did nothing to stop him.

It did seem to go on longer than ever before. His stamina and control impressed me afterward, but at the time, I was just concentrating on getting the fucking of my young life. He was relentless in his brutality. The proper fucking a slave like me deserved was finally coming due. Savagely, he heaved thrust upon powerful thrust into my youthful frame.

My loins began building towards a second climax as I could tell he was getting closer as well. My second orgasm of the evening hit has he made a significantly powerful thrust into me and I shuddered through it. But it took him a few more seconds to finish.

"AAARRGGHH!!!!" he finally roared out in animalistic lust as his climax washed over him. I felt the now all too familiar sensations of his cum shooting into my well worn asshole. He collapsed to the side as he always does when I'm on the bottom and I turned with him, as normal.

He pulled out of me as his cock weakened and it left with a slight hiss from me. I was sore from his almost cruel onslaught of my innards. I curled into a ball for a few minutes to recover my own senses. If anyone says anything about being fucked senseless, I know how it feels.

Something on the pillow that was under me caught my attention. I knew I had cum during his torrential fucking, but this time something from me was left behind. I ran my finger through it and brought it to my tongue for a taste test. It tasted like cum, but not his, exactly. Then I knew what happened.

"I came," I said simply, more to myself than him.

"Hm?" he asked, wearily from behind me.

"I came, Master," I told him and slipped away from his body. I groaned a little at the soreness coming from my torn hole, but my mind was on the small bit of goop on the pillow.

I hung my legs over the side of the bed and ran my finger through it again. The realization of it was still sinking in with me. I was not even eleven yet and I came for the first time. Looking at my finger with the small amount of my sperm, I understood that I was no longer that little boy. Puberty was about to start. I knew it, but didn't like it.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later, Daniel," he said, moving towards me and placing a hand on my shoulder.

For some reason or other, this one simple act bothered me. I tried to let it go and put it out of my mind, but it stuck there like a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe. I shook my head to try and see if that worked, but it didn't.

"Hey, hey," my master said, soothingly, and pulled me towards him.

I laid back and into his chest and let the tears come. I curled up into a little ball to try and hold time at bay. It was kind of like when my master took me for the first time. I had wanted this for so long, but now that it was here, I didn't. I thought I had gotten past such childish notions and ideas, but they just kept happening. The tears continued, undeterred.

"I don't want this anymore," I cried.

"What?" he asked and I realized what that had sounded like.

"I'm sorry, Master, not you. I meant me."

He didn't ask, but I figured he was looking at me with a question.

"I mean, I like the way I am. I don't want it to change. It's taken me so long to get here and now things are gonna change again." It felt like a lifetime ago that I was that scared kid who wouldn't even walk up his driveway. So much had changed in such a short period of time.

"Change is a part of us, Daniel. If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we die. You can either accept it or embrace it."

I thought about what he had just said for a minute or so and then turned over to look him in the face. I understood most of what he said, but it was the last part that threw me.

"What do you mean by "accept or embrace", sir?" I asked, wiping my face off of my tears.

"Those who merely accept the change that happens in their lives never really live it to the fullest. But those who embrace change, and even make it happen; those are the ones that make something of themselves. They are the ones you see make progress move. It all comes down to one thing…" He didn't finish, but I knew where he was going with it.

"Choice," I said, more to myself than him, but he smiled at me in his loving way over my answer and understanding. "And I choose you, sir, for as long as you want me."

He leaned down and kissed me again. I wished I could've fallen asleep in his arms that night, but the real world wouldn't allow it. I had to get home soon. He told me also that he would need me for Friday night as Master Nathan was coming over.

"Cody also?" I asked hopefully, as I dressed.

"No, just Nathan this time, but I believe I can get him for next weekend, though," he said giving me some hope for the future.

I asked my parents about staying both Friday nights as Cody was coming over for both weekends (okay, a small lie), and they had no problems with it. That night, I went to sleep with my backdoor still smarting from the rough time it got, but my mind was still on what had happened to me.

Now, I have always had two fears; heights and lightning storms. Heights I had pretty much conquered, through my martial arts training and gymnastics. It was the other one that still scared me.

I don't mind the storms if I'm inside; they don't bother me, but getting caught outside in one bugs me. I have this crazy thing of getting struck by lightning. Since my time with Master Sloan started, I'd been lucky and the two events haven't crossed paths. Oh, there were a few storms and rains, but never thunderstorms to date.

My luck ran out the next day. The thunder cracked the first time when we were at lunch. There went recess. But that wasn't what worried me the most; it was the walk home in the thunder and lightning. When that time came, the storm was really brewing. The winds were high, but not too high. School let out, and I ran between the raindrops to Master Sloan's house.

I stepped in the door and stripped immediately. I shivered slightly at the cool air and cooler water on my skin. My master came around the corner just as a lightning bolt hit the sky and I flinched.

"Problem, Daniel?" he asked, walking up to me.

"No, sir," I said, trying to get my courage back.

"You jumped a second ago."

"I don't like thunderstorms, Master," I said, truthfully.

"You've been over here during a storm before and not acted like this," he said, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I don't like being out in them, sir."

"Oh really?" And I did not like the look in his eye. "Hands behind your back, Daniel."

"Yes, Master." Regretting my momentary lapse of control, I put my arms behind me and waited. He left the room and returned with a box.

He walked behind me and locked my wrist bands together, and then the elbow restraints together. A long lock was secured from each of my wrist bands to its corresponding thigh band and then the two thigh bands together. I would walk, but a little slower.

A chain was attached to the ankle cuffs, making it even more difficult to walk; it shortened my strides. My servant's collar was removed and my slave collar was put on with a leash attached to it. He pulled me along behind him. I found I was a little clumsy with these chains on my ankle restraints. I was used to being able to take longer strides when walking. I had to almost run in them to keep up with him.

Master Sloan led me to the backdoor to the house, and I froze when he opened it. He pulled the chain and I didn't move an inch.

"You can do this, Daniel," he said. It was kind, but insistent.

"No, sir, I can't," I said, violently shaking my head, no. I knew my eyes were as wide as they could be, filled to the brim with stark terror.

I thought that he would coerce me into doing it. "Either do this or leave" kind of thing, but he didn't. He walked to me and grabbed me by the link holding the leash and dragged me out of the house. I fought him the whole way. I first tried to hold my feet to the ground, but that lasted about half a second. Pleading was my second option and it was just about as effective.

"Please, Master, don't make me do this," I begged him.

"This is for your own good, Daniel," he retorted, dragging me along behind him.

We hit the outside and the rain was coming down in sheets. In two seconds flat, both of us were soaked. Of course, I was naked, but he was in his gi for the martial arts training that was supposed to take place. A quick lightning bolt lit up the sky, making me jump out of my skin. I yelped in shock.

I thrashed around in a panic, now. He was really intending me to be out here! My mind was reeling at the fact that he was totally, dead serious about this. I couldn't believe he was being so cruel to do this to me.

He took me to a clothesline that was set up in the backyard. It had two metal poles in the shape of a "T" with cotton rope running in three cords between them. He hooked the leash to the middle cord and turned to look at me. His eyes were cold and hard again. He didn't say a word; just turned and left me there in the torrent.

Again, I screamed at him to not do this to me, but it fell on deaf ears. I saw the master that I loved and had given everything of myself to walk inside and shut the door behind him. The outside light was turned off and I was left alone out in the cold, driving rain.

Another lightning bolt flew through the sky and I screamed. I saw the kitchen light go out and all hope of a rescue began fading even faster. I thought that maybe I could make the rope or the leash break, so I tried to run as fast as I could with my ankles chained, but only got yanked back at the end of the rope. I only wound up on my back like that stupid dog on the Tom and Jerry cartoons. I tried straining against it once I got my feet back under me, but it never broke.

Every time the lightning flashed, I jolted in my bonds. Each time made me believe that that one was the one that was going to hit me. I must've died over a hundred times that night. I screamed my throat raw for him, but he wasn't there. I prayed to God for this to be over, but it went unheeded. But, He had abandoned me as completely as my master. I was truly alone. At that realization, an extremely loud bolt lacerated the sky, making me jump and scream even more so.

It seemed like an eternity went by before I stopped flinching at the lightning. By this time, I had sunk down on my knees and just laid my body over my soaked legs. It was all I could do and I hung my head in utter desolation. I know I cried, but it mixed with the rain so I couldn't tell how long or how much.

At some point a seed was planted into my thoughts. And it grew into a conclusion; this was Sloan's fault. He's the reason for all of this. And as it continued to germinate, I began to grow stronger in hating him. Anger surged through me like a poison. Fear was gone. Loneliness was history. It was all replaced by hatred for the man that betrayed me to this undeserved misery.

The light at the house turned back on some time later, and the door opened. The rain had lessoned some, but not by much. Lightning had struck seconds ago, but I made no move that it bothered me. The only thing that I had a mind for was hating the man; Sloan Carpenter.

When he stood beside me, I felt him undo the leash from the line. He reached down and picked me up. I wanted to run away right then, but my arms were still bound behind me. I would need them released. He didn't undo anything until I was inside the house.

I stood there shivering while the bonds were unlocked. The chain on the bonds to my ankles was unlinked and I was freed.

"Your mom called and said that given that the storm is so severe, you can stay the night," he said while undoing the chain on my ankle.

I don't give a flying fuck; just untie me, you sadistic son of a bitch!

I could see him turn around and face away from me in the other direction. When he turned back to face me, I was already in motion. I brought my right fist around and connected hard against his chin. I knew he wasn't expecting it, as he was moving in the direction my fist was going against. He flew backwards and landed on the floor next to the door.

With every ounce of loathing I had in me, I screamed at him.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!! YOU'RE MEAN AND CRUEL AND HEARTLESS AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!!"

And with that, I turned and ran to the front door. Just before I got there, I heard him behind me, but wasn't able to turn in time to stop him from grabbing me. As I was picked up, I began swinging and kicking wildly at him, trying to hit anything I could reach. It was like trying to hold onto a wildcat.

I was manhandled into the living room and callously dropped onto the floor. I rolled and stood up, facing him. I was still seething, despising every inch of him. I readied myself to attack again, but he just looked at me. The coldness that was present in his eyes was now gone. They were caring eyes now, but I was beyond concerning myself with that. I just wanted to hurt the man that had abandoned me.

"I love you, Daniel, with all that I am, and I would never do anything to harm you," he said simply.

"LIAR!" I screamed at him and made a wide punch that I knew he would block and when he did, I kicked for his chest. I almost made it, but his reflexes stopped it. I was undeterred and tried a kick to the groin; blocked as well. I screamed in frustration and tried a round-house, to no effect. I tried and tried again, but each one was blocked. I wore myself out trying to get to him, but it was no use; he was just too good.

I finally slumped to the floor in renewed tears. He came and knelt down to me yet again. It seemed that this was happening a lot lately. I just sat there, looking at my knees, wondering if my life was always going to be like this.

"Why?" was all I could ask.

"Because I love you, and I want the best for you, Daniel," he said softly. "I told you before; I have high hopes for you."

"But you knew that I hated thunderstorms," I said, looking upwards at him.

"Yes, but the only way you're ever going be the best at anything is to conquer your fears. And to do that, you need to face them; alone. There is no other way. It pained me to leave you out there like that, Daniel. But I knew that if I stopped it or if I were there, you'd never get over this.

"Remember how you used to be afraid of falling off the ladder?" I nodded. "Now you shimmy up it like a cat, because you've faced your fear and you've conquered it.

"If you go to that retreat this summer, the others will see fear if you still have it and take advantage of it. And you don't want that hanging over your head; believe me."

Another lesson taught from a former slave. And I listened.

He reached out and hugged me. I returned his hug as I understood how a person could love someone and hate them at the same time.

Chapter Fifteen
Menage á Trois

"Good evening, Daniel," he answered back as he walked through. "You're looking well tonight."

"Thank you, sir. And may I return the compliment?" I said with a smile and slight bow.

"I'll take it if you wish to," he said, chuckling. "Now, where's your master?"

"In the kitchen, sir, and I will take you there if you'll follow me."

He nodded and I closed the door behind him. I took his coat, laying it on a chair in the formal living room. We walked into the kitchen and I told my master that he was there. They shook hands and the evening began for the two of them. I made them their drinks and then they headed to the dinning room.

I served them with my usual care and precision. When the main course was finished and dessert was served, I knelt by my master's side as he indicated. As usual, I listened in on their conversation, but didn't ask questions. I waited till later for that.

The funny thing was that every time he visited, I learned more and more about the world going on around me than I ever do in school. Just listening to them talk and then asking questions of Master Sloan later brought the whole thing into a totally clear perspective. I coupled those talks with what I learn in class and at church and before long, the questions went from simple "why" to more in-depth opinionated questions.

The normal conversation went on and on, and it wasn't going anywhere new, so I sort of zoned out a little until I heard my name being used by Master Sloan.

"Have I told you that Daniel's decided to go to the retreat this summer?"

"No," Master Nathan answered back in mild shock and then looked down to me. I had been sitting there for almost half an hour; stock-still. "May I?"

"Of course," he said, nodding.

"Come here, boy," he said in his familiar gruff way. I looked up to my master for permission and he nodded. I rose gracefully and walked over to him and stood, resting before him. "Is this true, Daniel?"

"Yes, Master Nathan."

"And do you know what's going to happen there?"

"Yes, sir."

"And has your master fucked you yet?"

I turned to look at him for permission. If it was a general question, I wouldn't bother, but as it was a personal one, I figured I'd ask first. He nodded his consent to me.

"Yes, sir."

"And what was that like?" That was when I got a little cocky.

"Which time, sir?"

Both men lightly laughed for half a second or so.

"The first time, Daniel," he said, smiling.

"It hurt, sir."

"I figured that, but will you elaborate a little bit?"

"You've always said never to embellish, sir," I said, eliciting another round of a few sniggers from both of them. I allowed myself a small smirk and then back to normal facial expression.

"This kid gets smarter every time I come over here, Sloan," he said, trying to control himself. He turned his attentions back to me again. He sat forward to look me in the eye.

"First, relax," he said and I did. "Good, now, tell me what it was like, please."

"Well, at first we tried with me straddling my master's waist, but that didn't work because it hurt too much and I would sort of chicken out when it got too bad. Then, Master Sloan turned us over to try it another way; with me on my back.

"When that didn't work too well, I sort asked him to do it and not care about me."

"I believe your words were, 'stop being nice and fuck me', Daniel," my master said from the other end of the table.

Master Nathan snickered at my embarrassment for a few seconds again.

"And then?"

"He turned me over and did it, sir," I said, my face getting redder from embarrassment. It was a private time between me and my master. Telling him was like violating some sort of code between lovers. I felt exposed again.

"Besides the pain, what was that like?"

I shyly looked down at my feet for the first time in months. I was back to being that little kid again before these two men. It was like being on a surgeon's table and they were opening me up to look inside me. The feeling of exposure increased.

"It was a personal moment, sir, and it hurt a lot," I said, not looking at him. Tears gathered again and slid down my face.

Master Nathan sat back in his chair away from me and turned to my own master.

"He's not ready yet, Sloan," he said, paying me no nevermind.

"I know," he said, but it wasn't with disappointment, "but he will be by the time it comes around."

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot I was kneeling before. I gratefully took it. I wiped my eyes clean of tears and knelt beside him again. I concentrated on breathing normally and not sniffing too hard from the invasive questions Master Nathan put me through.

As I sat there, I realized that my countenance had changed. I wasn't as sharp as I usually was. Master Nathan's questioning had really bothered me. Master Sloan noticed this and snapped his fingers at me and I straightened back up.

"Everything done in the kitchen, Daniel?" he asked me suddenly.

"Yes, sir," I replied, snapping out of a daze, still dwelling on what had happened.

"Nathan, why don't you go on into the living room? We'll be there in a second."

"Sure," he said and left the room.

"Stand!" my master barked as Master Nathan left. I stood and put my hands behind my neck as per instructed. He got in my face and I just knew I was in for it.

"You know that was a test, right?"

"And I totally blew it. Yes, Master, I know." I was sure I had ruined the evening.

"Well, I wouldn't say 'blew it', but it definitely wasn't your best showing. Now, are you up for some fun?" I nodded, getting his meaning. "Good, then come on into the family room; this evening's going to get a little hotter."

I looked up to him with a patented raised eyebrow. He had a knowing smirk that said something was up. I wasn't too sure I wanted to know, but wasn't going to back out of anything either. This was what I was here for, after all.

I wiped my face off and we headed into the family room. Master Nathan was standing in the middle of the room, still drinking his after dinner drink. My master had me help him move the coffee table out of the way. Once that was done, he went to the basement and pulled out something that I had never seen before.

It was a set of two wooden planks and some iron bars connected to them, going in all different directions. He put it in the middle of the room running in the same direction as the coffee table just was.

"I haven't used this in years," he said as he put it in place.

At almost the very end of the two planks were eyebolts; one on each side of the planks. About a foot [30 cm] along the plank was a bar running across the two of them and bolted down. It had another bar attached to it with a 'T' at the top. Halfway down the 'T' was a knob on it for adjusting the height of the top. It was lying down at the time.

Just above that, was another 'T', but it was folded over the first one. Both tops of the bars had clips attached to them at the ends, but the one farthest away from me had what looked like a round circle on it and a lock to one side. It also had a knob for adjustments. Eye bolts were also close to the bottom of that one on the planks.

I gulped when I saw this thing, wondering what they had in mind, but I figured it had something to do with me. My cock responded almost immediately when he set it down in front of me. I battled with it again, forcing it to obey me. I won, but only briefly.

Master Sloan pulled the first T-bar up and it clicked into place; straight up. He hit the knob and adjusted it downward all the way. As he was doing the adjusting, I got over my shock and pulled the bottom T-bar up and it clicked into place. I was already kneeling down at the correct end; as luck would have it.

"Put your knees on the planks, Daniel," he said, pointing downward.

"Yes, sir," I said as he made his way to me.

I put both lower legs on the planks. The ankle cuffs were lined up with the eyebolts at the back of the two planks. Two double die cast snaps were used on each ankle to secure the restraints to both sides of the planks. The same thing was done at my knees to the bottom of the bar that was attached to the planks.

I saw what was happening, and my cock won this battle within mere seconds. I now had no control over its actions, so I didn't even bother fighting it. I know a losing battle when I see one.

"Bend over the bar, Daniel," he said.

"Yes, sir," I said and lay my slim torso over the T-bar. My head was right at the circle with the lock on one side. I backed my head off as I couldn't get it through the loop. He added two more snaps to the belt around my waist, and then to the bar.

I was now shaking with both sexual excitement and the total dread of completely turning myself over to these two men again.

Master Sloan opened the loop up and my head fit through. It was closed and locked into place. It fit snuggly over my leather collar when it locked. Two snaps were to secure each wrist to each of the planks. One snap was used on each elbow to bring it into the longer eyebolts on the vertical bar. I was going nowhere. My master bent down to look things over.

"How's that feel, Daniel?" he asked, looking me right in the eye.

"A little scary, sir," I answered truthfully. I heard a snicker from behind me.

"I'm sure it is," he countered, "but you still have your safeword."

"Rutilus, sir," I said, reconfirming it with both of them.

"Right; use it if this gets too much for you."

"Yes, sir." I had no idea what they were about to do to me, and it was wildly turning me on. My cock was harder than ever. A little fright goes a long way in something like this. And I had plenty.

He began stripping and I heard the same sounds going on behind me. This was going to be the first time I had seen Master Nathan nude. It was making the same nervous/excited kind of feeling intensify. While they stripped, I began thinking about how I could play this. I could be the willing slave and just accept it or I could play the part I knew my master enjoyed and ham it up. To ease my nervousness, I decided on the latter of the two just to see where it went.

When Master Sloan was totally bare, he knelt down in front of me and put his cock to my lips. I closed my lips and turned away.

"Oh no, boy, you're going to take this and swallow what I give you," he said, with his tone getting dangerous.

"But sir, it's nasty to do that," I complained.

"Nasty?! Boy, you don't know your place!" I heard from behind me and a slap to my upturned ass made me wince. But my cock loved it. The damn thing was betraying me again.

"Please, sir, I…I… I can't do this. It's wrong to do this to a boy!"

"I'll tell you what's right and wrong, boy!" my master growled at me and tried again. I turned away again, forcing my lips shut.

He grabbed my hair and twisted my head back to face his cock again. A light slap across my face that wouldn't even hurt a newborn had me begging again.

"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded with him. "I… I'll do whatever you want, but please don't hurt me."

"That's better, boy, now swallow my cock!"

I tentatively nodded and parted my lips, but also sort of scrunched up my face at the thought of it. Playing the part, he didn't care and put the tip to my lips again. My lower jaw dropped and he shoved some of his cock into my mouth. I gagged when it hit the back. I pulled back as far as the hoop will let me and his cock slipped out.

Up to this point, I hadn't taken all of his cock into my mouth, yet. Both he and I've been working on getting me to taking him up my ass. He's neglected forcing it down my throat; up till now, that is. I got the feeling that was about to happen, but I was now getting in the mood to kind of make it fun.

"Your thing's too big sir, I can't do it," I whined.

"Yes you can and you will, boy, and if I hear one more word of complaint, you'll get a beating that'll take years to get over!"

I winced at his words. With that said, another slap had me timidly opening my mouth again to accept him. He shoved it in, totally disregarding my wishes. I gagged again, but he pushed harder. I strained against the bonds and whatever I was attached to. It made me more than uncomfortable; it went into the realm of anxiousness.

All at once, I felt it slide into my throat and my eyes watered at it. It felt a little like I was being violated for the first time again. It wasn't as invasive, or painful, but it was taken out of my hands again. A cock was penetrating another orifice of mine and I had no control over how much it dug into me. Soon, the invading missile passed my air passage divider and my oxygen supply was cut off.

When he had buried all of himself into my throat, he began pulling back out. I had to learn to breathe through my nose as much as possible when he got it past the point of my airway. Mainly it was because his cock filled up my mouth so much that breathing through there was out of the question.

Another sensation began real quick; something fleshy touching my asscheeks. My eyes sprang open fast! I looked up to my master, pleading.

"Oh don't start that again, boy. You've taken my cock and you're now going to take his as well." And right now, apparently.

Being all to familiar with this sensation, but still playing the roll of someone not enjoying getting his ass hammered, I clenched my buttcheeks tight. Master Nathan slapped my cheek hard with his hand. I still didn't loosen up any. Two more slaps and nothing. I wasn't going to make this easy on them.

"Get the crop, Nathan; apparently the boy wants to hurt some."

"Sounds good to me," he said and I felt him rising from behind me.

I began a muffled scream and shaking as much as I could to get their attention.

"Too late, boy; you're going to learn not to deny us anything," Master Sloan said from above me.

He was still just sliding his cock along my throat's walls, in a gentle glide; nothing hard or savage. Master Nathan went over and retrieved the crop that I knew so well by now. He lined up behind me and with a swish through the air, it landed hard on my young ass. I winced, but didn't dare close my mouth or bare my teeth at this moment in time.

The sound of leather slapping skin filled the air for the next several minutes until he felt my butt was red enough for him. The floor barely moved, but it was enough to tell me he was lining up behind me again. His cock touched my crack again, and I kept still.

"That's better," he said with another slap to my already bruised ass.

I felt his fleshy pole begin to part my cheeks and I held on as best as I could for dear life. He didn't plunge his tool straight into me; he worked the tip around my hole for a few turns until he assumed I was ready for coupling by him. I gripped the planks as best as I could and held on while Master Nathan split me open for the first time.

He wasn't as thick was my master, and so it wasn't as painful, but I made it appear so. I groaned out as if in pain.

"Oh, shut up, boy; you've had worse than that inside you!" Master Sloan said as he reinserted his cock down my throat.

Master Nathan may not have been as thick, but he was certainly longer that Master Sloan. It took much longer for him to plow into me, and I could feel it go further inside me. Once fully buried, he and my master pulled out simultaneously and reinserted in the same fashion. Even though my master had been getting his cock sucked on longer, he matched the master that was taking my ass in speed and intensity.

True, I was going nowhere in my bonds, but I felt that I had to hang on to something. Getting doubled fucked for the first time was something of an intense experience. And to this point, my own throbbing member was still saluting proudly. Thankfully, Master Nathan saw that and began to take care of me. All three supreme erogenous zones were being molested at the same time.

I came first, sending shudders of pleasure through me, and a little cum onto the carpeted floor. As I clenched tight, due to my own orgasm, it sent our visiting master into Utopia as well. But just before he began to fill me with his sperm, he pulled out and I felt him shoot all over my back and butt. Just as the last few drops dribbled out, my master stiffened and came as well. I guess seeing Master Nathan cum onto me had some effect on him. He also pulled out and coated my face with his seed.

"Wow," Master Nathan commented.

"Agreed," my own master threw in his opinion.

And baby makes three.

My throat was raw and a little sore, but that was actually enjoyable. I actually liked it when they shot all over my face and back. It was like it was something filthy and slutty. I licked my lips and tasted his cum as it dripped down my face while they recovered at both of my ends.

My master sat down in front of me and looked me in the eye.

"You okay, Daniel?" he asked sincerely.

"Can we do that again, Master?" I asked with a shit-eating grin on my face.

I heard our guest chuckling from behind me.

"You almost had me convinced, boy," he said with another slap to my tender ass.

I hissed and then sort of giggled. He walked around to stand next to my master. His cock was dripping of fluid still.

"Please don't make me clean your 'thing', sir," I moaned. And don't throw me into that briar patch, Brer Bear. "Excellent idea, boy," he growled at me. Master Sloan moved a little to my left to let him kneel down. I turned my head away in disgust.

"Eeww, gross; that's been up my butt, sir," I said, repulsing him away from me.

Master Sloan slapped me across my face again with just a tiny bit more force than the previous one.

"You will clean his cock, boy, or we'll both make you sorry you were ever born!"

"Yes, sir," I said, fearfully.

I barely opened my mouth and the cock in question was laid on the lower lip. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. Thankfully I cleaned myself out earlier, or I would never have suggested this. It wasn't all that bad, though. I could taste only a small bit of me on him, but it was mainly his precum and jizm that I tasted. I licked it as clean as I could, but it began growing again in the process.

"Oh God, not again," I moaned out loud.

"Oh definitely again, boy," Master Nathan said with a certain amount of relish in his voice.

With that, his now clean cock was shoved back in my mouth. This time aimed for my throat, not a cleaning tongue. It slipped all the way back and before I knew it, the slimmer cock invaded my gullet. I felt the head go past my tonsils, but it wasn't as bad as my master's cock, being that it was a bit skinnier.

"I might as well tag the other end," my own master proclaimed. Well, we wouldn't want to force you, now would we?

I felt him feed the cock that I was used to into me. Just being reamed out by another's tool made me a little sore, but also broken in for the night. His cock slipped right inside with very little resistance.

"Jesus, you're loose, kid. You been fucked recently?" he rhetorically asked.

Both men chuckled at my helplessness and continued fucking both my ends. I began flexing my gluttial muscles, squeezing my master's cock on each stroke, wanting to see if that was going to have any effect on him. Also, I tightened my throat muscles and lips around Master Nathan's cock. I was trying to make them cum as soon as possible; just to see if I could.

The previous time, both of them took their time with me; almost gliding into the offering of my body. This was not the case this second time around. This time, things did start out slow, but got faster and harder as time went by. After about only ten minutes or so, both of them were fucking me as hard as they could; using my young boy's frame for their own pleasure.

Master Nathan groaned first, pulling out for my second facial of the evening. His cum mixed with what my master had left behind earlier. I tried licking off what was there, but only got a few drops.

My master and owner was now laying into me like nothing else. My hole was taking abuse like it hadn't since my initial taking. It was like he was trying to fuck my brains out through my ass, or something. He was ruthless on me; jack hammering non-stop for longer than I cared to think about. A small eternity later, he slammed harder than ever into me and I felt him stiffen. He pulled out as well and my back was coated with more cum. I think some of it shot into my hair, even.

Master Nathan had already collapsed in front of me and I felt Master Sloan do the same behind me. And to be honest, I was worn out also. Both of my holes were raw and aching. My cock needed relief again, but it could wait. I was happy that both of them were satisfied.

When the clock on the wall caught my eye, I saw that we had been going at it for over an hour straight. No wonder I was worn out. Master Nathan began removing the snaps from my wrist and elbow cuffs. My neck was set free after he got the key from my master. I pulled it back and relaxed a little.

Master Sloan went to get a warm washrag from the kitchen while I was continuing to be released by his guest. The cum was wiped off my back and face before any of it got on the carpet and the little I shot was cleaned up as well. Once my knee and ankle restraints were unclipped, I moved my aching body around for the first time in an hour. I stretched out both legs one at a time.

Both men took the contraption back to the basement and I collapsed onto the floor. I was utterly exhausted, but didn't fall asleep. My master came over and picked me up and sat down on the couch with my body lying next to him. My head was on his lap, looking out, over his legs and at Master Nathan. I watched him get dressed as my master tenderly stroked my back.

"Looks like we wore the kid out, Sloan," he replied, putting his pants on.

"Yeah, that's true," he said, smiling. As they weren't talking to me, I knew my place and didn't comment.

We bid him farewell at the front door and I gave him a hug and kiss. We headed upstairs and I fell asleep almost instantly in his powerful arms. I woke the next day to sunlight streaming into the room. My sleeping master was on his back next to me and I kind of smiled to myself about the previous night's endeavors. I reached back and felt my backdoor; slightly sore, but not too bad off.

Feeling a little adventurous, I rolled over and began playing with his cock. A nice long lick had it responding very well. Three more slurps later and it was completely hard and ready for using. I lubed up my butt's entrance and straddled him, facing his feet. I aimed it right where I needed to have it inside me once again. One relaxing motion of my legs and I had impaled myself on him.

The initial entry stung, but I continued; impervious to anything else. I slowly rode him until I was all the way down and sitting on his prone lap. I felt a muscle move under me and smiled.

"Good morning, Master," I said, not bothering to turn around.

"Good morning, little slut," he calmly said. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Going for a ride, sir?"

"I see," he said and I could just tell he was smirking by the way he said it.

I curled my legs back behind me and beside his torso and began to raise my frame up, using only my legs. When I felt he was just about to slip out, I lowered back down. And so my morning ride began. I started out at a nice even, steady pace and then began to speed up. My cock rose to the occasion as well, and I reached down my body.

"Don't even think about touching yourself, boy," he snarled at me.

"I… 'm…not… go… ing… to… Mass… ter," I said with each slide of my anal walls along his cock. It felt great to have him inside me while I'm calling the shots for once.

I did reach my groin, but continued down to his hairy balls. They were just lying there and I figured he would want them played with. As I continued to ride his cock, I carefully grabbed one of his fuzzy nuts. Still being careful, I fondled it in one hand while steadying myself with the other. It felt strange compared to my own tight, hairless ones that still had yet to really grown any.

"Squeeze it," he whispered lightly. I nodded the best as I could as I pistoned along his manhood. I gave it a gentle squeeze, remembering how sensitive they are. He groaned in response. I did it again, but a little harder, and elicited another groan from him.

His hands clapped to my sides as he asked for it again. I felt him tense up and moan out in orgasmic pleasure. I had learned something the previous night and wanted it again. I pulled my body totally off his cock and with the same hand that had been squeezing the nut, I aimed it for my back. I felt hot, sticky cum shoot all over my skin as he came in ropes of the stuff. After a quick, final shudder, I turned around and dutifully cleaned him up with my tongue.

"You like getting cum all over you, huh?" he asked with a sly smile.

"I do now, Master," I said, grinning after cleaning him.

"Hold still," he said and moved off the bed.

I did lie down fully on his bed, but stayed on my stomach to keep the semen on my back and off his sheets. I expected him to go get a washrag or towel or something. Imagine my surprise when I felt his tongue begin to wipe up his seed from my back. I turned to look at him, but he motioned for me to lie still.

He tongue-bathed my back until I was clean of sperm and then we headed off for a real shower together. I washed him again and he did the same for me. I was getting hard from his attentions to me and I began controlling my cock better.

"Don't," he said when he saw me working to make it obey me.

He knelt down fully and vacuumed my cock into his mouth. As I didn't want to interfere with what he was doing, I put my hands behind my neck and let him work. I closed my eyes at his masterful manipulations, so I didn't see him move his hand up to my backdoor. I squirmed a little and opened my legs wider.

He grabbed my left one and put it over his right shoulder. It fell to rest at the bend in the knee and I just balanced on my right leg. His finger found its way inside me with no problems or resistance. He slid it along a couple of times and then inserted another one.

"Yes, sir…," I whispered at the penetration.

His mouth continued to work my stiffy with such accuracy that it should've been protected by law. The whole thing was worked over by his tongue; from head to base. He began sliding along its length in between speeding up the pumping of his fingers.

"Oh God, yes, fuck me, Master," I hummed.

His fingers worked me over faster and then they were taken out. A third finger was added upon reentry. I hissed, but it felt good. I had to raise my leg up that was on his shoulder to put the bottom of my foot on him.

I just had to move my hands and I held on to the sides of the shower as my feelings heightened. They weren't orgasmic yet, but they were getting there fast.

"Fuck me, Master," I asked him, getting beyond the whispering stage.

He slammed his three fingers in me harder and harder until it felt his whole hand was doing me. I wanted his cock, but this was the next best thing. I grunted and groaned at every pump of his hand and then I hit my high. I couldn't hold back any longer and released my seed down my master's throat for the first time.

I twitched like crazy as I came down from that one. We kissed as he stood back up.

"You taste divinely, Daniel," he said with a smile.

"You taste better, Master," I smirked back.

"We'd better hurry and finish; we got a lot to do today," he said with a slap to the back of my leg. I nodded and we finished our shower. I had no idea what he was talking about.

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