Shakey Psyche

Rutilus

Chapters 21-25

Chapter Twenty-One
Worked Over

"Of course," he said simply.

"Didn't you tell me once that your master died?"

"It was my sensei that died, not my master. I suppose I'd better tell you everything now." I knew right then it was time to keep my mouth shut and just listen to him.

"I found William when I was about twelve. I was a runaway and, because I really had no other option, I served him the whole of my teenage years. While I was serving him, I met my sensei. I was fifteen at that time.

"William gave me some time to myself in the mornings and that was when I trained with my sensei. When I left William at eighteen, I stayed with my teacher for another five years, learning and serving him until he died.

"I didn't see William again for another five years and by that time, I realized that he didn't hold any power over me any longer. I had become my own master."

"So, he doesn't know about your martial arts?" I asked, sitting up and turning towards him in hopeful optimism.

"Oh, he knows about it, but he doesn't know it. He can't teach it to Jon, if that's where you're going with that." He and I smiled at each other. We knew each other so well.

I moved towards him and straddled his lap. As I wrapped my arms around him behind his neck, I whispered to him.

"Take me, Master; let me know that I'm yours."

A kiss on my shoulder was the only answer he gave me and the only one I truly needed from him. I sighed and eased up to let him slip inside me for the second time that night. Another sigh escaped as he filled my insides with himself. It felt so good to know that it was him that was there.

"I always love it when it's you, Master," I whispered to him.

I began riding him and working his manhood towards his climax. His hips began laboring with the rhythm I had already established and we settled into a tempo beneficial to both of us. As we had been doing this for quite some months now, both of us knew how to increase the speed effectively without breaking stride.

"Yesssssss," I hissed and threw my head into the passion we were generating together. "Fuck me, Master," I encouraged him softly.

Both of us worked diligently harder and harder towards our apexes. He finally peaked and for the first time without stimulating my cock in any way, I did too. He released his seed into me and I did into the water of the whirlpool bath. I shuddered and twitched as I came down, grateful that this had happened with him.

"That was new," he said, stroking my back. I nodded as best as I could; understanding what he meant.

"It's always best when it's with you, Master," I said, pulling back and kissing him.

"What about my old master's cock?" he asked, teasingly.

"Bigger doesn't mean better, Master," I said, playfully chiding him. Then I turned serious. "He doesn't make me feel loved like you do."

He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly like I always enjoy. We stayed like that until we became "pruned" and then got out and ready for bed. I slipped my "tail" back inside me for the night. He warned me not to use that too much or it would wear and I agreed. I just wanted to wear it for that night and the next day. It was a new toy, after all.

At breakfast, Jon walked up as my master was eating and I was behind him. He didn't bother with protocols, but stepped right up to me.

"So, you want to challenge me, huh?" I didn't answer him yet, but looked to my master first.

"Master?"

He nodded his answer and I turned to Jon.

"Yes, I do," I said simply.

"You don't stand a chance, boy!" he said. "In the pavilion in one hour!" And with that, he stormed off in the direction he came from.

"I guess I was wrong about him, Master," I said as we watched him leave.

"How's that?"

"I liked him when I first met him, but now, I don't. I wonder what made him change."

"You won the hunt last night, little slave," Master William said, joining us from behind us. "My apologies at answering the question, Sloan, but I felt like I could lend a better perspective."

My master nodded that it was okay. I noticed that nod and it wasn't one of submission to his former master; it was one that expressed a disinterest in getting into this particular battle. My master was choosing not to press his advantage at this time. There would be another time for that; we both knew it.

Masters David and Karl joined my own and I took care of them as well while they ate with my owner. I didn't eat due to the bout that I was going to get into. Jon may not know martial arts, but I didn't think that this was going to be a cakewalk. He was still a couple of years my senior and had a height and weight advantage over me. When I beat Alan Davis back at the church, I surprised him; that wasn't going to happen here.

I asked my master if he would remove my bindings and he agreed. I didn't need the added probability of Jon grabbing one of them and using it against me. We made our way down to the pavilion and noticed that everyone else was there as well. We may as well have published it in the local newspaper.

My collar and tail were removed upon arrival to the ring. It was the same place as the stage was the previous night, but the stage was removed. Only a sawdust arena was there now.

"Good luck, Daniel," my master said as he hugged me.

"Who needs luck when you're as good looking as I am?" I teased back. He chuckled and both of us got serious for a second. "I'll be fine, Master."

I turned and headed into the ring. Jon made no such allowances with his collar or attire. He was still fully dressed in his slave's uniform, while I walked in fully nude from head to toe. He stood at the other end while I was near mine. Master William walked into the center of the ring to address the audience.

"A challenge has been issued by one slave to another. Both masters have consented to the contest. The fight will continue until one slave either utters his safeword or is unconscious. That is the only rule in the ring. Jon's safeword is his last name of 'Olsen' and Daniel's is 'rutilus'.

"The fight will begin, now!" he said and exited the arena.

"Use your opponent's strengths in your favor, Daniel," my master's voice came through loud and clear in my head. One mind; your opponent. He is the only thing that exists in the world right now.

Jon arrogantly stood there looking at me. He was almost six feet [1.80 m] tall while I was hadn't hit even five [1½ m], yet. He was thicker, but I was faster, and I knew it. He began walking towards me and I slowly advanced as well. We met in the middle of the arena, still sizing each other up.

"There's no way you're gonna win this, kid," he said with a smug look on his face.

I didn't voice an answer. We were still separated by enough room to do this. I just simply swung my right leg to the left and up across his head as hard as I could and then back down. He was down on all-fours on the ground to my right. I still hadn't moved an inch [2½ cm] from my stance other than that. Gasps escaped from the audience.

"We'll see about that, Jon," I said, getting a little cocky, and that was my mistake.

He threw some of the sawdust in my face and I wasn't ready for it. Some of it got in my eyes and I turned away from him, trying to clear it out. A kick was landed on my butt, sending me to the ground. He came over and pulled me up by my hair and landed a punch right to my stomach.

I bowled over and an upper cut to my face sent me flying backwards. I rolled away, trying to get some space. I could hear him coming, but still couldn't see anything. I tried wiping my eyes again, but he was on me. He kicked upward to my ribs, sending me upwards and rolling away again.

"Say your safeword, Daniel, or I'll keep kicking your ass till you do," he threatened.

Now I was the one on all-fours reeling from a kick. My tears worked their magic and the dust ran from my eyes. I sniffed at it, trying to buy a little more time. All I needed was a few more seconds. He gave them to me.

"Your balls are next, ya little fucker, if you don't call out," he warned again.

"Jon," I said and paused for time. He took a second to listen. "Eat my ass!" I called to him. I knew it'd piss him off and he fell for it; hook, line and sinker.

He made another kick and I rolled away from it, while sweeping my feet around to knock his leg out from under him. He landed hard and I recovered. I was able to wipe a little more dust out of my eyes while he got back up. I circled back to get us back to the middle of the arena. I readied myself for anything. I wasn't going to fall for any more of his idiotic tricks.

He tried bum-rushing me, but that was about as effective as using superglue to stop a broken dam. I dropped down, doing the splits and drove a punch right into his balls. He wanted to threaten mine, I decided to take away his. He bowled over and I did a straight vertical uppercut to his jaw. I rolled away from him before he could even think about doing anything to me.

"Say it, Jon," I told him. I knew he wasn't out, so it was either that or we continued. But I wasn't going to make the same mistake he did. I landed a kick to his nose and face that any field goal kicker would be proud of.

"Master… ," he whined, looking towards Master William. But his master did nothing but sit there.

"Say it, Jon," I repeated. He still didn't say anything. I walked around behind him and used his collar against him. I simply grabbed it and began twisting as hard as I could. Since I was behind him and he was doing his best to protect his injured nuts, he couldn't reach me. I was safe from anything he might try.

"I can twist this until you're unconscious, or you can say your safeword. Your choice, Jon." I twisted his collar harder to make my point clear. He nodded and I let up a little bit.

"Olsen," he said, just above a whisper. I wasn't satisfied.

"Louder!"

"Olsen!" he almost yelled.

I looked to Master William and he nodded that he was convinced. I let go of his collar and rolled away from him. I made my way back to my master. The crowd cheered me and a few of them exchanged money. I smiled as one man ruefully handed over a hundred dollar bill to my master.

"JON! NO!" a cry was made from behind me. I ducked just in time to have a fist fly over my head. I instinctively used my elbow and rammed his sternum. I wheeled around with a fist to his face and sent him flying backwards.

By that time, Master William arrived and grabbed his slave by the collar the same way I did and dragged him out of the arena. I looked to my master, as if to ask, "What's going to happen now?"

He nodded to look behind me and Jon was taken to the building that we were staying in. Everyone in the place filed out and walked to the building. My master came to me and after putting my collar on me, we went with them. I wiped my face of the blood, dirt, and tears and then put a finger through one of his belt loops as we walked.

"'Eat my ass'?" he asked me as we walked.

"Best I could come up with on spur of the moment, Master," I said, smirking.

"You were impressive, Daniel," Master Karl commented on the way over.

"Thank you, sir," I said after getting permission. That was when my master gave me unrestricted discretion at answering questions to Master William, David, Karl, or Nathan for the remainder of the weekend. All the others, though, were out of that realm.

"You have embarrassed me for the last time, boy!" we heard as we entered the small torture chamber. Master William had strung Jon up to a metal, rectangular archway upside-down and facing away from us as we entered. All four limbs were secured to the arch; spread-eagled. His bare ass was quivering in anticipation to what was going to happen to him. Master William grabbed the most wicked whip on the wall and walked over to Master Sloan.

"Master Sloan, my slave has wronged yours more than once over the past twelve hours. I apologize for this and leave his punishment to you as compensation." He extended his hand to him bearing the whip.

Now this was something I liked; my master's old master apologizing. Roles had switched for a short time.

"Thank you, William, and apology accepted. As far as the punishment goes, I'll leave that to Daniel." Huh??!!

I turned a surprised look to my master. While unlocking the leash from my collar, he knelt down to look me in the eye.

"It's your decision, Daniel," he said, looking hard at me. I nodded that I understood him completely.

I had never inflicted this type of pain on someone before. A small beating, sure, but this was something completely foreign. Now, with over fifty pairs of eyes watching, I was to do exactly that; thrash a teenager.

I knew what was expected of me here. In another setting, I would've forgiven him, as my master and my church lessons have taught me, but here was a different thing all together. I was expected to do this. I reached out and took the whip from Master William. My hand just barely fit all the way around the handle of the evil thing.

"Master William, if I use this on him, will it cause any scarring?" I asked, thinking.

"Don't worry about that, Daniel," he said simply.

"I am worried about that, sir. Will there be any scarring, sir?" I looked intently into his brown eyes. He just simply nodded. I nodded back and walked over to Jon as he was hanging upside-down. I circled around to the other side and stood facing him.

I stood there looking at the boy that had caused all this trouble. The funny thing was that the only thought I could bring to mind was when he disrespected my master earlier that morning. It sort of eclipsed everything else he had done up to that point.

"As this is punishment, your safeword will not stop anything, Jon," Master William told him. The teenager groaned.

I sat down in front of him Indian-style and laid the whip down next to me. Murmuring broke out around the room, but I ignored it and addressed Jon only. He was already in tears before I began talking.

"I thought we might've become friends, Jon," I started with.

"I'm so sorry, Daniel," he said, but I stopped him with a hand like my master usually does with me. Funny how we take on the traits of those around us as we grow up.

"Let me finish. You may be sorry, but after all this, any type of friendship is out of the question. What I'm most pissed off about is your disrespect to my master this morning. Anything else I could've put up with, but as much as I love and respect him, I cannot forgive that. I hope one day, you'll understand that."

With that, I grabbed the whip and stood up. I walked around to stand behind him and on the same side as the audience had gathered. There was the cross next to me and I took a practice swing with the whip as I had never used one before. It nailed the thing with a resounding "CRACK". It shocked even me. Man, this was gonna hurt.

I lined up behind him and threw the whip behind me. I flinched a little, trying to get the heft of the nasty thing. With all my effort and strength, I arched my body and swung my arm over my head with the whip in my hand. Surprisingly, it landed exactly where I wanted it to; from the right side of his waist all the way up (or down as he was there) to his left shoulder blade. It tore a layer of skin off about half an inch [12 mm] wide along the way.

Jon screamed like hell itself was on his heels. He thrashed around in his bonds at the pain all the while screaming to the top of his lungs. While he was doing that, I went back to stand in front of him again. I dropped the whip onto the ground where he could see it and then went to the wall where all the punishment implements were being kept.

There was a wicked looking cane there on the wall and I took it down. After flexing it a few times, I made my way back over to an upside-down screaming Jon. I waited patiently for him to quiet down before talking to him again. I wanted him to hear and understand what I had to say.

"Every time you see that scar, you remember that it could've been worse. I'm choosing kindness, Jon, in not continuing with that. From here on out, though, is another story."

A few men chuckled at that and I walked back around to stand behind him again. My master once told me why never uses a cane; because it is too easy to cause nerve damage to the intended target. What I was about to do to Jon wasn't going to cause any permanent damage, but he would feel it for a very long time.

I lined it up to his shoulders and after rearing back, let it fly. I landed hard right across them. He screamed his lungs out. I didn't stop. The next one was right above that one on his blades. Then another one an inch [2½ cm] above that one. I worked my way up his topsy-turvy body. I had to be careful when there were only spinal bones there when I struck, but otherwise, I made them all count.

Every inch of his butt was reddened thoroughly before I moved on to the back of his thighs. I had to have one of the other slaves bring me a stepladder before going onward. I broke the cane on the very next strike. Frowning, I had to wait for another one to be brought to me. When his backside was totally done, I moved to his feet and did five of them up there to each foot. He screamed even more at each of those.

"Enjoying yourself, Jon?" I asked as I climbed back down the stepladder to move in front of him.

"Oh God, no," he moaned as I lined up to take a few swipes at his cock. He had screamed himself hoarse by this time, but I heard him plain enough.

"God's not going to help you, Jon," I said simply.

I nailed his limp cock three times and then moved to his balls. I grabbed them with one hand and squeezed the scrotum until the actual testes were outside my fist. I lined the cane up to them and repeatedly whipped them with short, smart tags. I didn't count them, but it was enough to have them black and blue. He was nothing but a mess of tears and welts when I was through with him. With him still moaning, I replaced the cane on the wall and left the area to stand beside my master. The other two masters and Master Nathan were standing to his left while I lined up to his right.

Every eye was on me, but no one was saying anything. I allowed myself a small smirk, but quickly got rid of it as I stood there. My brief time as a preteen master was finished and it was back to serving mine.

Chapter Twenty-Two
Pinned And Tied

We had checked my wounds out once we got back to the room and I was fine. It was nothing more than a split lip, a slightly blackened eye and some sore ribs. It would only take a week or so to totally heal back up. Everyone else was in the living area of the suite.

"Anyone else?" he asked around the area. The others that had accompanied us so far were there, excluding Master William; he had a wounded slave to tend to.

"Budweiser, Daniel," Master David called.

"Margarita, for me," Master Karl ordered.

"Frozen or rocks, Master Karl?"

"Frozen, please, Daniel," he said with a nod.

I nodded and headed to the bar. I stuck my tail's plug back inside and after washing my hands, set to work on the drinks. I sashayed my butt back and forth, enjoying the feeling of the fox's tail brushing against my legs.

"You really do like that thing, don't you, Daniel?" Master Nathan asked. I smiled as I turned to answer him and caught sight of the tail also.

"For some weird reason, I like how it feels against my legs, sir." They sniggered while I went back to work.

The Scotch and soda were made and the gin and tonic after that. I blended the margarita for my science teacher. While it was in the blender, I added something new to it and then began pouring a tall Budweiser for my principal. After the salt was added to the rim of the glass, I poured the contents from the blender into the glass.

Master David saw my eye as I walked back into the midst of them.

"That's going to take a while to heal, Daniel," he said, pointing to it.

"Yes, sir. I probably should have a raccoon's tail instead of a fox's."

The four of them chuckled as I handed out the drinks. I handed the Bud to Master David, then the 'Rita to Karl, then Nathan and my own got their mixed drinks as protocol demanded. But Master Karl stopped me.

"This drink is a little too green, Daniel," he said, pointing to the margarita.

"I added something to it, sir," I said simply.

"What did you add?"

"A little arsenic, sir," I said smiling.

Master David did have to spit out a little beer with that comment. The other two masters were quite used to my cryptic sense of humor, but they still found it a little amusing.

"It's something new, sir. Try it." I said, seriously again.

He shrugged and sipped. His eyes lit up and turned to me in question.

"It's something new called, 'Midori'. I was glad to see Master William had stocked some. Do you like it, sir?"

"It's great, Daniel. Thank you."

I nodded and left to put the tray back as the others tried the new drink. I smiled to myself and then heard a knock at the door. I slid over and invited Master William into the room. He wanted a new 'Rita as well, so I made one for him.

"You've made quite a name for yourself, Daniel," he said, taking the drink from my hand.

"That wasn't my intention, Master William," I commented as I knelt by my master's side.

"I know, but it's happened nonetheless."

He told the group about what all the others were talking about all over the complex. He said that even Nicholas was now impressed and expressed a willingness to apologize to me.

"Now, that's really something," my master stated as he played with my hair the way I liked it.

"Yes, Master," I said, still staring straight ahead. I cocked my head against his hand to indicate I had a question.

"Yes, little slave?"

"Um, sir, am I going to get those rings soon?"

"Over all the excitement, I had completely forgotten, Daniel."

The others asked and he explained about my desire for my nipples to be pierced. Master William smiled and got up from his seat. He went to the phone for the room and called another room's number. He told the master that did the demonstration the day before that he had a willing slave wanting nipple rings.

"We can just do it here," Master William stated as he resumed his seat.

I began shaking in anticipation again and found it hard to sit still. I was chastised by Master Sloan, but still couldn't accomplish it.

"Go get the crop, boy," he barked at me.

"Yes, sir." It was unfair, but necessary. I retrieved the instrument of my punishment and offered it to my master. I got into my usual punishment position and waited for the crop to fall. Master flipped my tail up to lie in the small of my back and out of the crop's target area; my ass.

"The difference between a boy and a slave; having to move a tail out of the way for discipline," Master Nathan teased. The others snickered as I rolled my eyes. Thankfully, I was facing away from them.

Master took to it immediately and when I counted up to five, the tail was moved back down so he could paste the upper part of my butt. At ten, I figured that he was finished, and got a shock when an eleventh swat landed on my butt.

"Eleven, sir," I said through gritted teeth.

Another knock came from the door, and I realized right then that the master was there for my nipple rings.

SWAT!

"Twelve, sir."

"Ah, getting him all ready, are we?" the master asked, rhetorically.

"Actually, this is discipline, Brad," Master William answered.

Brad?! Great. Perfect irony.

SWAT!

"Thirteen, sir."

I heard him set something down on the coffee table behind me as the next swat landed and then I called out the count. One final one and my master stood me up after I counted out the final hit.

"Thank you for my punishment, sir," I said, offering him to hand me the crop.

After replacing it, I ran back to the room and stood before Master Brad (shudder), ready for the piercing.

"Should he be tied down?" he asked my master, who looked down to me.

"Oh, please don't, Master, I hate being tied up," I pleaded with him. Where's Brer Bear when a person really needed him?

I was yanked by my bicep to the center of the room. He picked me up and laid me down on my back on the coffee table, minding my tail. Both arms were tied to the legs of the table above my head and my ankles were secured at the other end within seconds. My butt stung from it slamming onto the wood, but it wasn't anything I wasn't used to.

"Something a little less noticeable, Brad," Master told him.

He nodded and picked out two smaller earrings and laid them on my chest. I was quivering so much that they vibrated while they sat there. The master pulled out a needle and put it on my nipple next to the tip. Rubbing it with his free hand, he got it hard. And with one quick horizontal jab, the needle skewered it.

I had thought about hamming it up a little, but decided otherwise. I did want this done, nevertheless. It did hurt like hell, though. I grunted and groaned at the pain, pulling on my bonds in agony. I tried every means I could think of to release the energy of it, but nothing worked. The needle was pulled out and the gold-looped ring was inserted. The clasp was locked into place and he proceeded to the twin.

The same process was repeated with the same resulting pain. He cleaned me up with a few alcohol swabs, hurting just as badly, I must say, and then left the room. Before he left, he told us, mainly me, not to mess with them for at least a week and they wouldn't heal fully until the end of the summer. Not the event withstanding, I was hoping never to see him again due to his name.

I was untied from the table and lifted to my feet. I had to steady myself a little against the table, but stood fine afterward. I looked down at my new decorations and liked them instantly. They were just two small simple loops, but they stood for independence. I knew one day I was going to have to tell my parents or they were going to find out on their own, but I wanted to enjoy them now.

Some blood seeped out, but after a short while, it stopped.

It was now lunchtime and we headed to the main house for the meal. I was noticed everywhere I went. I had to keep control not to smile at the looks on their faces, but it wasn't easy. After lunch, we took in another class (key ideas on keeping a slave submissive) in the pavilion. I got the idea that my master wasn't too interested on the subject, but we remained all the same.

After a fight with a teenager, a hunt the previous night and getting two 24-karat gold rings stuck through my nipples, my body needed rest that night. Even Master Sloan thought it was a good idea just to get some sleep. Keeping in mind what he said about my trophy, I put my ordinary plug inside me. I had a very gentle sleep in the arms of my master all night long.

The next day I woke up, feeling a lot better. I quickly showered and headed back into the bedroom. After placing my bindings on my limbs, I opened a draw at the bottom of the bureau I had not opened so far. It spanned the total width of the chest. Inside it was a lot of things that accompanied our lifestyle; dildos, buttplugs, a paddle, crop, etc. I was drawn to something unusual. It was a hexagram.

What the hell was a Star of David doing here of all places?!

There were some straps with it also, and I got the idea. I just had to try it out. I took my collar off and fit one on that had two d-rings on it. A short adjustable strap was clipped to the front d-ring of the collar and a point on the star. It hung right in the middle of my chest. Another short strap was clipped to the back d-ring and hung down my spine.

I had to mind my new nipple rings as I linked the next two straps to the star. They were attached to the upper two points on the star and wrapped around my chest to clip onto the strap at my back. I reached back and pulled them tighter to secure the star to my chest better. Now, the tricky part.

There was a set of leather straps that I had to figure out on my own. It was two straps that came together with a small piece of leather at one point. Half by luck, half by guess, I figured it out. The small piece of leather that joined them together went between my legs and fit over my taint. It separated at just under my balls, going up and over my hips to be connected to the strap running down my spine. A very small strip of leather snapped onto both separating straps over my cock, encircling my whole groin.

Two more straps were clipped onto the bottom two points on the star and then went behind my back to the strap going between my legs and separating just at my boy-hole. I tightened them down as well. Then a thought ran through my mind; my tail would be a perfect finish to this. I had to loosen the lower straps, but then I carefully slipped my normal plug out and got the tail from the drawer. I slipped it in with a slight wince and then adjusted the leather straps to miss the tail part of the plug.

The unusual harness fit perfectly to my preteen body. I turned every which way to get the feel of it better. I loved the feeling of all the straps. I wasn't naked, but it was not something I could wear to church, either. Too bad, too.

I heard my master groan as he was beginning to wake up for the day. I quickly got the leash and attached it to the bottom point on the star as I made my way to the bed. I stood there, offering the leash to him as he woke up completely. I couldn't help it; my cock was also awake and standing at full attention.

"Now, that's what I like to see first thing in the morning," he said, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed.

"It's all for you, Master," I said sincerely.

He smiled and after ruffling my hair, he took the leash as he walked towards the bathroom. Having no other choice in the matter, I followed. He showered and I helped him dry off. Afterwards, he went a little farther with what I had already started. A shortened chain was added to my ankle bindings, almost cutting my stride in half. He also spun me around and locked my arms behind my back, linking the two elbow cuffs together and the two wrist cuffs together.

I got a lot more stares as we headed down to breakfast that morning. Without the use of my hands, I couldn't serve him properly, but Derrick made up for it as Master Nathan allowed him. I stood proudly next to him as he ate his meal. He allowed Derrick to get some fruit for me for my meal, and I ate it on the ground without hands.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nicholas walk up to us from the house. I inched closer to my master and away from him.

"May I?" he asked my master. Master Sloan looked down at me and nodded to him.

The man knelt down and I moved away again. His hand went to my shoulder and I flinched.

"I'm sorry for what happened, Daniel," he said with authenticity in his voice.

I looked up to my master with fruit juices running down my chin, asking for permission to talk. He nodded as he always does.

"Thank you, Master Nicholas," I said, but not really totally looking him in the eye. As bound as I was, it was difficult to be confident towards him.

He smiled and after patting me on the shoulder again, rose and walked away. I still didn't like the man. After he left, I finished my meal and looked to my master, wondering what to do now.

He glanced down at his cock and it was as hard as a rock. I guess the whole thing of me eating like a dog got him horned up. I smiled and crawled to kneel between his legs as he lowered his pants down. While a whole host of men walked by and gawked, I slipped my mouth over his magnificent cock. With practiced ease, I swallowed his manhood in one gulp.

"Ah, having a good morning, Sloan?" I heard Master William comment as he walked up to us.

"Never better, Will," he returned.

It took a while before my sticky mouth finished him off. When I did, I swallowed every drop he shot into my mouth, to the sheer jealousy of those around us. He pulled me up to him and I got a kiss in return.

"I love you, little slave," he said quietly to me.

"And I can't help but feel the same, sir," I whispered back.

We cleaned up the small mess of me and then took a stroll around the camp again. Another lame class was held in the pavilion, but neither of us were interested in it. I commented to him that Master William needed to get some better classes for next year. He agreed.

He freed my arms so I could eat dinner civilly. It was right after dinner that an idea came to me.

"Master?" I asked him as we were closing up a few things in the suitcases.

"Hm?"

"Could I spend the night with Masters David and Karl, sir? They didn't have a slave all weekend and I kind of got the feeling that they could use one."

He stopped and turned to me as if I were asking for permission to clean the good china or something. He smiled and gave me a hug.

"I think that's an excellent idea, Daniel," he said, putting the leash back on the star.

"Can I go down there by myself, sir?" It was a breach of the protocol we had established for this weekend. If it were next year, perhaps there wouldn't be a problem, but this being my first year here, I thought he might not let me.

"I don't see any reason why not. They're in room 22; down one floor. I will call in a few minutes to see if you've made it there, though."

I nodded and gave him a big hug and kiss for the night. I left the room with the leash in my own hand and made it down one flight of stairs. At number 22, I stood and took a deep breath. Still holding on to the leash in one hand, I reached up and knocked on the door with the other. I quickly got into my "offering" pose with the handle of the leash in both hands. A few seconds later, the door opened.

"This slave's master wishes to offer you a gift, sir, if you want it," I said, looking downward.

I wasn't sure which one of them it was at the door, so I had made the offer addressing him generically. It turned out to be my principal, Master David. He walked out of the doorway and took the leash from my hand.

"Follow me, little one," he said and pulled me inside the room. I stopped just inside the arch and assumed the resting pose. He closed the door and turned to me. "Any limits?"

My master had explained what limits were months ago. So far, I hadn't really been pushed to them. The only thing that really turned me off was scat.

"Just leave the nipples alone for now, sir. I don't know of any other limits besides the obvious ones. But we are going home tomorrow, though." He got what I meant with that last one. I still had to face my parents the next day.

"Understood," he said with a smile.

"Who are you talking to, David?" Master Karl asked from the other room.

"Our little toy for the evening," he called back while looking over his shoulder.

Master Karl walked in the room and stopped when he saw me. A huge grin broke out over his face. This was going to be a long, long night. I thought maybe they would've taken it easy on me because they were educators. That was the total wrong assumption. I never knew just how demented teachers could really be until that night.

Master Karl disappeared back into the room for a second and reappeared with a ball gag. He walked right up to me and had me open my mouth. As it was fit inside my mouth, it forced my tongue down and back. It was the most uncomfortable place for my tongue to be. I wasn't able to swallow any saliva, so the whole time it was in, I drooled constantly. The straps were then secured tightly around to the back of my head.

Master David led me to stand facing the corner of the room. Two cables were clipped to my wrist bands and my hands were hauled above my head until I was about a foot [30 cm] off the floor. Knowing how flexible I was, each one took a leg and made a wish, so to speak. Both ankles were pulled in opposite directions and with some rope, tied to eyebolts in the walls. They were tied with me doing the splits, basically.

"Tell us the safeword, Daniel," Master Karl said to me.

"Rutilus," I commented as best as I could with a ball forcing my tongue down and back. The word came out weird, but they knew what it sounded like now. I thought about telling them my slow word, but then reconsidered, realizing that it would take too much trouble with the ball gag in place.

A scarf was wound around itself and made into a rope of sorts. One of them used it to blind one eye, running it diagonally across the eye socket. A second one blocked out the light completely in the other eye. A third one was used to go horizontal around both eyes, keeping everything in place.

"Doing okay, Daniel?" Master David asked.

I nodded. Only the ball gag was bothering me but I didn't think that they would take it out if I asked them. Other than that, I was fine so far.

"I'm so glad we brought this, David."

I felt Master David reach under me and grip my balls as I had done to Jon the previous day. They were smaller and tighter than his, of course, so Master David was only able to get one finger around them. But he was able to pull them down enough to put them in something. My harness helped in that. I found out later it was a sort of parachute with metal chains hanging down from it. Soon, the chute began pulling my nuts downward. I saw later that it was weights that had been added, a few pounds at a time.

It began hurting after the third set of weights was attached to the chains. I squirmed a little, but began really feeling it when the next ones were connected. I groaned at the pain, but held on as best as I could.

"Hurts, don't it, boy?" Master Karl asked.

I nodded a little.

Then the phone rang. It was my master checking on me and Master David answered it while his partner added yet another set. I groaned even louder.

"Hey, Sloan." A pause. "Yeah, he's here." Another pause.

Another set of weights and I began growling into the ball gag. I was pulling as hard as I could on the bindings and cord. The pain began to be unbearable.

"Having the time of his life, man."

I got louder, trying to get my master's attention through the phone, but it wasn't working. One more set was added and I screamed as loud as I could into the ball that was gagging me. I never knew the pain would be like this. I was racked before, and then the time on Valentine's Day, but this was quite a lot beyond that.

"There we go," Master Karl commented. That was what he was reaching for; my scream. Of course, it didn't stop him from keeping the weights on the parachute's chains. He just stopped adding more of them.

"Oh, nothing too demented, Sloan. He'll be fine." A pause again. "Well, maybe walking a little bowlegged tomorrow, but that won't hurt him none."

Master Karl then took to hitting the weights forward and letting them swing under their own power.

"Yeah, sure; not a problem. Tomorrow at eight. See ya then. Later." And he hung up the phone. Almost nine hours from now. Oh God.

I moaned out at that realization. I just hoped that whatever they were doing to my nuts didn't last the entire time. Master Karl played with the parachute for a while until, I'm assuming, he got bored and went on to the next thing.

Out of nowhere a painful "WHAP!" landed across both of my asscheeks. I screamed again as the weights took my balls forward and pain erupted from the area that was struck. It wasn't like being hit with the crop, and it certainly didn't feel like a cane or whip. The closest I could tell at the time was a paddle, but that didn't feel right either.

Another "WHAP!" landed smartly below that, sending more pain through my nuts and ass. I shrieked into the gag again and threw my whole body into fits at it all. It was really getting to me now; the whole thing. This was becoming serious all of a sudden.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Three in a row without a break for letting me catch my breath between screams. I bawled at the assault, hoping they would have pity on me, but none was due. WHAP! And it was my left thigh just below the hip joint that was nailed vertically. Its twin wasn't ignored and a seventh one made them now Twinkies.

I was in such terrible pain, but for some reason or other, my cock was enjoying the damage being inflicted on the rest of me. I tried to make it drop, but it was now out of my hands. This battle belonged to my smaller head.

"Looks like he enjoys this, David," Master Karl commented needlessly.

"I believe you're right," the other shot back.

I shook my head, no, but they both ignored what I was indicating. Two more landed on my legs a little lower down. And a final, brutal swing nailed my ass again, eliciting a long, loud scream from me. I was doing anything and everything to try to get away from them. As bound as I was, I should not've bothered.

The straps holding my buttplug/tail inside me were unclipped. Then, my seriously sore ass felt a set of fingers remove the plug and a cock replaced it in quick time. Whoever it was slipped inside all the way and then wrapped his arms around my chest. I threw my head back a little at the pain of it, but also worried about my nipple rings getting tampered with.

"Don't worry, Daniel, I won't bother them," Master David said into my ear. I nodded my thanks and he began laying into me with his masterful cock.

Each thrust hurt my reddened butt and my stretched balls. And he wasn't doing it gently for any real reason. Rumors had circled the school that the kindly principal actually enjoyed giving out paddlings to the kids there. I never got one from him there, but there were stories from others. Now I knew that there was some truth to those stories.

Several thrusts later, he came inside me and left my hole only to have his partner shove his cock into me within mere seconds. I groaned at the two-pronged attack on my backside, but it didn't deter him in the least. He laid into me like I was a two-bit whore, not one of his recently former students.

On one particularly vicious shove forward, he squeezed my cock, but hard. I groaned again at both assaults, but it didn't even slow him down. All of a sudden, Master David began tickling my right foot. I screamed like hell at it, but he didn't let up. My toes wiggled and my ass tensed, but it didn't stop. One more squeeze of my cock, and I came, shooting my sperm outward and into the corner of the room. My teacher came seconds later and collapsed out of my asshole.

I sunk lower as my bonds would let me. I didn't know if it was over with or not. A foreign plug was inserted into my rectum and the two straps on the harness were replaced. Master David untied my right leg and it dropped so fast that it hit the weights on the parachute. I groaned as the pain hit me again. My other leg was dropped, and I made sure that there was no way it would repeat the sensation.

My body was lowered to the ground and my bonds were freed from the cables. I lay there, breathing hard, trying to recover what little dignity I had left. My whole body was hurting from what had just happened. The blindfolds and ball gag were removed from my head and I got a chance to see what they had done to me.

I saw the parachute and how much weight he had actually added. I think even they were impressed at one point. I saw the tool they had used to redden my ass. It was a long, thick rubber strap with leather on the outside of the rubber. At the end of it was a wooden handle to hold onto it. One of them had folded a small towel around it to keep it from marking up my butt. How considerate of them.

Master David got some cream while Master Karl removed the parachute from my balls.

"How do you feel?" he asked with a smile.

"Sore, tired, and spent, sir. I think the best word is, 'fucked over'."

After getting fixed up and the leash removed for the night, all three of us retired to the bedroom and it was the first time I slept with two men. They had put me between them and draped both their arms over my prone body as we fell into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three
Reality Check

Not wanting to wake him, I gently moved over and in between Master David's legs. His manmeat was lying down, actually facing me as I was looking up at him. A simple swipe of my tongue got things going. I licked my fingers and reached over to Master Karl's sleeping tool to see if I could entice it awake also. Not a problem.

I vacuumed Master David's cock into my mouth quickly and began sucking. He moaned and unconsciously worked his hands through my hair as I sucked him off.

"Oh yeah, Roger, suck your master's cock, boy," he moaned through. I guess he missed his slave more than he let on.

Master Karl's cock was responding quite well in my hand as it stroked it to complete stiffness. Of course the one in my mouth was also getting harder by the minute.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Master Karl asked without warning.

Another Einstein. I was surrounded by them.

I spit out the cock in my mouth for a second.

"Giving you a good morning, Master Karl." And then went back to work on the sleeping one.

Once he was stiff enough, I looked over and he was smiling still. I did a sort of sly cock-smile back. I pulled off the hand that had been working him, and pointed to my ass. He got the picture. The buttplug was removed after the straps were undone. I groaned as his manhood took its rightful place inside me again.

"Feeling frisky this morning, are we?" Master David asked his partner.

"It wasn't me. Talk to the slut under me."

"Well, slut?" he asked, directing his attention to me.

"Are you complaining, Master David?"

"Well, of course not," he said. Then shut the fuck up and enjoy it.

"Then where's the harm, Master?"

Neither could argue with that, so they just enjoyed fucking me at both ends. Both men came inside me about half an hour later and I actually got to shower with each of them in turn. I may have had a smaller body, but I saw that they both wanted to be in there with me, so I took my time with it.

After we were all done, I grabbed my leash, tail, bindings, and harness to leave. After kissing both of them good-bye, I headed back upstairs to my own master. He was just finished with all the luggage and had a set of clothes laid out for me. I didn't get dressed there; it was later when we were closer to the city. I left the compound wearing only my collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs.

I asked him if we could take the harness with us, and he said that he already paid Master William for it. I smirked at him. I couldn't wait to show it and my tail to Cody. Of course, my nipple rings would have to be shown off to him as well. I even had wicked thoughts of running around in his backyard with them on and in me. Talk about corrupting a minor.

As we headed out of the complex and to the main house, others made it a point to come by and meet me and Master Sloan. I hugged both of my educating masters before they left. Master Nathan and Derrick left right after they did. Nicholas walked by and apologized again for his behavior during the day of the hunt. I accepted it graciously.

Master William and Jon were there by the front door as we left. The two masters shook hands with each other. I looked to my master and he nodded.

"Thank you for having me, Master William. I enjoyed it a lot." I said, bowing to him.

"Daniel, you were the talk of the weekend. And you are most welcome here at any time, and I mean anytime." He knelt down and hugged me as well. I returned it and he stood.

Jon looked significantly more subdued than when I first met him. I got the impression that the punishment didn't stop when I did. He had a strange look in his eyes that I had never seen before. I couldn't place it at the time, but figured it out later; pure, unadulterated fear. It was verging on complete terror and it wasn't me he was afraid of, either.

We loaded up the car and drove out of the parking lot for the real world. It was closing in on noon, but I wasn't all that hungry. I turned and knelt on the seat, looking over the back of it at the house we were leaving. Such a good, long weekend and I couldn't believe that it was actually over and done with.

I turned back around and sat down. I had a lot on my mind and Master Sloan did also, it seemed, as neither of us spoke very much on the trip home. Way too much had happened in such a short period of time. I felt like I had aged an entire year over those three days. When we got close to the city, I had to get dressed, unfortunately.

"What's Master William going to do with Jon, sir?" I asked as we were unloading the car at his house.

"Jon embarrassed him immensely this past weekend, so it's anyone's guess. Why?"

"Jon had a look in his eyes as we were leaving that kind of bothered me," I said when we walked inside.

"I saw it too, but Jon's William's slave. All we can hope for the boy is that he'll make it through the next few days, because my old master can be a bit brutal under these circumstances."

I was about to ask if he had ever done something as bad as Jon did, but decided against it. Some things I just didn't want to know. After unpacking at his house, I was about to initiate some fun, but he said that it was best if I returned to my home instead. I think he was right; both of us needed some time to ourselves. There'd still be tomorrow, after all.

"Trae!" my mother called as I stepped in the house. She came around the corner to give me a hug and then saw my face. My lip was still healing and I still had the small shiner. "What happened?"

I told them about the challenge and they were impressed that I could handle an older boy that had been doing martial arts longer than me. I left a few things out, of course. But, I covered the basics of the weekend, embellishing a few times to add a little color, but they saw how much I enjoyed the time.

The next day, I did my stretches, exercises, and run, then inside for a quick shower. I was getting out of the shower and noticed all the wounds on my frame. The cactus punctures were healing nicely and the round I went with my two teachers was almost nonexistent. I was looking at my nipple rings in the mirror when the door opened and Brad walked inside. I froze instantly, but recovered as fast as I could.

"Oh my-," he said and I was on him in a heartbeat.

I pushed him against the wall and closed the door quickly. My left hand went to his throat and the right covered his mouth. I got into his face quickly.

"I'm going to lower my hand from your mouth, and if I get the feeling you're even thinking about calling out, I'll squeeze till there's nothing left. Got it?"

I was staring him right in the eyes with an intense look that I knew scared the hell out of him. He knew how good I was and what I could do to him. I wasn't going to let him ruin everything in my life.

He nodded that he understood and I lowered my right hand.

"Now, what do you want to know?"

"What happened to you? Where'd you get all those scratches from?"

"I fell into a cactus," I said, relaxing a little on his throat. I knew he had seen the nipple rings, but he hadn't asked yet.

"Why'd you get that done?" he asked, finally pointing at my chest.

"Do you think Dad's gonna let me keep an earring in my ear?" It was one of those up and coming fads; an earring in the left ear.

He shook his head, no.

"Right. So, I got this done so I could keep it and Mom and Dad won't see it."

I was trusting him a little more and let go of his throat. He felt his neck and moved to stand beside me as I turned back to the mirror. I resumed checking out the damage to my physique.

"Did it hurt a lot?"

"Like a mother fucker," I said, smirking.

He chortled back. He asked if he could touch them, and I nodded.

"Just don't pull or play with them. It's gonna take all summer pretty much for things to totally heal up."

He nodded and felt them with a finger. I smiled and liked the thrill of it. My cock jumped, but I quieted it back down quickly. Brad saw it and sort of looked at me, questioningly.

"I wish I could do that," he said.

"Do what?" I asked back while combing my hair.

"Make my thing go down," he said, shyly. I looked at him for a hard second or two.

"You ever jack off with it?"

"Huh?!"

"I'll take that as a 'no'. Lemme show you something, but you gotta swear not to tell anyone about it." He nodded. "I mean it, Brad."

"I swear I won't," he said, and I got the impression that he meant it.

I circled around behind him and put my arms on his chest. I rubbed his own little nipples a little, to get them hard and then slightly pinched them. He hissed slightly, but I saw his little boy-cock begin tenting out in his shorts. I reached down and began molesting his crotch through the outside of his pants. Brad responded well. Until a loud knock at the door stopped us.

"What're you boys doing in there?" she called loudly. We quickly separated.

"Nothing!" we chorused, which was a sure sign something was up.

I quickly scrambled for my towel, but was too slow. The door opened and our mother walked inside. Thank God my cock was soft and Brad's was hidden, but the rest was painfully exposed.

"Just what the hell do you have on your chest, Trae?" A clear indication of a mastermind at work, here. "They're nipple rings, Mom," I said, grabbing my towel and finished getting dry.

"Give them here," she said, holding out her hand.

For the second time within the span of a year, I stood up to my mother.

"No." I slipped my shirt on first so she couldn't grab them, then I began pulling on my shorts.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" What part of "no" didn't you understand?

"I mean, no, I'm not going to hand them over to you, Mom. They're mine and I'm keeping them." My shorts were up and I turned to face her. We stared at each other for a few seconds. Brad was off to the side, looking from one to the other.

"I'm still your mother, Trae," she said dangerously.

"Brad, could you please leave us?" I asked him without looking to him. I knew that asking that would raise her blood pressure up a few notches, but I did it anyway.

Imagine my mom's surprise when he actually did it. When he was gone, I turned my sole attentions to her.

"You know, Mom, I'm not surprised that it was the nipple rings that you're harping on, and not the scratches or bruises. You don't seem to care that this weekend, although a lot of fun, was also brutal and hard. And before you ask, no one did this to me; I fell into a cactus in the dark." She looked like she was about to ask about them, so I answered it before it was asked.

"And the bruises were from being thrown down by the teachers during training. I went to bed sore every night. But, it's the rings that you want to talk about most.

"I love you, Mom. I'm sorry that you don't feel the same way."

Without bothering for an answer, I walked right past her and to my bedroom. Tears were already gathering before I shut the door. I leaned against it and shut the world out for a little while longer. I guess in many ways, I was still that little kid, no matter what happened over the course of the weekend.

As I cried, I heard her go to the phone and call someone. I didn't care who it was, but I figured it was probably my dad. At this point, I didn't care what she did. It was so sad; one minute, I'm on top of the world and the next, I was right smack-dead in the center of my own private hell. I wondered if Bruce Wayne ever had days like these.

The front door opened some time later and my mother was talking to someone, but I couldn't make out who it was. I was pretty much still beyond caring. Then there was a knock at the door I was leaning against.

"Go away!" I said through the door.

"Open the door, Daniel," my master said simply.

Shocked, I got up and quickly opened the door for him. I looked up at him as he strode into my bedroom.

"Master, I…," I began, but he cut me off.

He closed the door behind him and knelt down as he always does when he's serious.

"I had a feeling something like this was going to happen," he said with a smile.

"But Master, she…," I began again, but he cut me off again.

"I know; your mom told me what happened and what was said. Now, I've convinced her to allow you to keep the rings, but you and your parents are going to have to come to some arrangement. This can't keep happening."

"If they would just let me know just once in a while that they want me around here, it wouldn't keep happening."

"Then that's something you can bring up to them. I can tell that they do love you, they just have a hard time showing it, Daniel."

"Can't I just live with you, Master? It would make things easier."

He grabbed me and hugged me tightly. I returned his hug just as tight.

"I wish you could, kiddo, but that's not for us. Just be satisfied with the life you have now; not the one you think would be ideal. Remember; the grass isn't always greener on the other side…"

"…it's dark brown on both," I finished for him, remembering a conversation we had back in April.

He pulled his head back and I kissed him full on the mouth. We had to be ultra quiet when we parted, but it felt good just for that instant.

"No training or anything for the week for two reasons; I got work and you have got to spend some time with your family. That's not up for discussion, either."

"Yes, Master," I said, quickly getting into my resting pose.

He smiled and tousled my hair. I returned his smile and I walked him out.

I did have that talk with my parents that evening. I explained that some of the other students were getting their ears pierced but I knew that they wouldn't like it. So, I had my nipples done so they could be hidden with a shirt. My dad wanted to see them and I raised my shirt to show him.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Not anymore, sir. At the time it almost killed me, but now it doesn't bother me."

"Who did it?"

"One of the teachers did all of us," I said. On more than one level.

Unbelievably, they let me keep them, but it was a victory not without its costs. They were watching me a little closer, now, making sure nothing was out of place. If my master and I did anything, it was only to make love and not do anything with the bondage things. I was slightly miffed, but kept in mind that it wasn't for me that all this was about now. It was about keeping Sloan Carpenter out of prison.

"What's wrong?" he asked me the following Monday evening.

We were upstairs and he was drilling me pretty hard, but I wasn't concentrating on him or me. It was my parents and the stickiness of the situation. I was sort of lying there, thinking about it all.

"Hm?" I asked as he lowered himself down to me. "Oh, Master, I'm sorry." I looked up to him and realized what had just happened. I felt bad for him that I was thinking of something else besides being with him at that moment.

"Was I boring you?" he mused.

"Master, I am so sorry," I said, getting more concerned for it. It wasn't 'discipline' that I was worried about, it was just that I was thinking about how I would feel if I was him in that circumstance.

"Hey, it's okay, Daniel. I'm not angry about it; just concerned."

"I'd be angry with me," I said, looking back down to the mattress.

"Then you're missing the point of this whole thing, Daniel. Our relationship isn't just about me and my feelings; it's also about you and yours. That's why it's called 'a relationship'. It's two people loving each other; each one giving of themselves to the other. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes, sir," I said. I guess my heart really wasn't into it at the time.

"Now, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's really wrong, Master; I just wish my parents would understand me better."

"Parents sometimes don't understand their kids because of the generational gap. They were raised in a different era."

"So were you, sir," I reminded him.

He chuckled and pinched my cock quickly in response. I groaned and it began waking up.

"If you're getting back into this, then we can continue in a moment, but let me finish what I was saying real quick. I know you, because I see you differently than they do. To them, you'll always be their son. I have the unique position of looking at you from another perspective."

"As a fuck toy?" Another squeeze and my cock was really responding.

"As a lover, you twit," he chided.

We finished making love and I left for the night. I was beginning to believe that my life would be infinitely better if I could just move in with him. I wouldn't have to worry about covering up wounds when we got a little wild and I wouldn't have to bother with any explanations with things like nipple rings. I guess things would be just too easy if I did move in with him. God forbid if my life should get too easy.

I couldn't show Brad what we had started with that day. With him being grounded to the house and yard, he was under constant scrutiny from them. And at night it was just too dangerous. So, he had to find out on his own what his cock was really used for; his problem, not mine.

She nodded and reached out her hand for one. It was almost electric when her soft hand brushed over it. I compelled my cock to obey itself in her presence.

"I wonder what people will say about it at church?" she sneered.

"You wouldn't…," I looked at her suspiciously.

"Try and stop me," she said and turned and ran, giggling.

I chased her, and with all my workouts, I was able to catch up to her within seconds. I tackled her to the grass in a neighbor's yard. We hit the ground laughing. When she turned over, she kissed me on the lips. I moved away quickly and turned from her.

"What is it about me that you don't like, Trae?" she asked, pressingly.

"It's not you, Jenn. I just don't feel that way towards you, okay?"

"Are you gay?" Now, there was a question for the ages.

"I don't know," I said, telling her the truth. To be perfectly honest, I didn't know what I was. I enjoyed the hell out of the previous weekend, but I just didn't want to be labeled as anything. Other than a masochistic slave, that is.

I wiped a tear away as I sat there looking away from her. She sat up and wrapped her arms around me. I figured it wasn't a move in a sexual manner, so I didn't mind.

"Well, whatever you are, I like you. And I won't give up on you, no matter what."

"It might be a lost cause, Jenn," I said, squeezing her fists.

"Oh now, ain't this cute," a voice said and we both stood. I turned towards the familiar voice of Alan Davis. Two other men were with him and I knew those looks all too well.

I put myself between them and her as they closed in. We backed up and I whispered to her to run. She didn't.

"RUN!!" I screamed at her.

One of the men went for her as she turned. I hurled my body at him and knocked him to the ground. As another one came at us, I swung my leg around and racked him hard in the nuts. Davis made for Jennifer. I had other problems to deal with first. I was hoping she could out run him, if only for a little while.

I nailed the one under me as hard as I could with a follow-through fist to his face. One more had him unconscious. The other man was trying to run away and help Davis; it was Jennifer that they wanted so badly, not me. I supposed that they weren't into boys. He was running with some significant difficulty and I caught up to him easily.

I nailed the back of one of his legs, sending him to the ground. I grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his head back. I raised a fist in the air over his face, threateningly.

"There are five things I can do right now that'll kill. Tell me where I can find Davis, and I won't do any of them. NOW!" My voice was insistent.

By the look in his eyes, he knew I meant business.

"My house. On the corner of Live Oak and Shadow Lane. White van."

I slammed his face into the pavement as hard as I could for his troubles. At least he would live. I wasn't so sure about Davis. This fucker had pissed me off for the last time. I hauled ass towards the corner that he indicated as if I was back in the hunt again. My muscles were strained to their limits as I tore through the neighborhood. I knew I had four blocks to run, and I wasn't going to leave anything in reserve to get there.

When I arrived at the proper corner, I heard a door slam coming from the house with a white van in the drive. I thought I had heard a muffled scream. I didn't care, I just knew I needed to get in there right then. Pushing my body even further, I ran at top speed towards the door. I leaned in and nailed it with all my might. Master Sloan taught me that it's about power, not speed. As the door banged open, I tumbled into the house and rolled to a crouched position.

"Not bad, kid," I heard from my right. I looked and I was facing him in the kitchen. He was holding Jennifer around her waist and a knife to her throat. "One more step and she gets a second mouth."

How the hell do I handle this one? Come on, Daniel; think!

I stood and faced him. I saw Jennifer's eyes and she was petrified with terror. An idea came to me as I was standing there, but I would need her help. I only hoped she was up to this. I slowly reached for my nuts and winced. I wasn't looking at her, but I was hoping she was paying attention.

"Your pathetic excuse for balls hurt, kid?"

"Yours are gonna when I get through with you, asshole," I informed him; again, hoping Jennifer would get the hint.

She finally did. With a quick swing of her arm, she crushed his nuts and I was already moving. The knife fell away and I did a jumping side-kick off the countertop right to his face. It sent us flying backwards into the wall. When we hit the ground, I began pummeling him with all that I could muster.

"You don't EVER touch her again, fuckhead!!! You got that!?! EVER!!!!" I was now totally out of control with rage. I kept hitting him as hard as I could in every spot that I could find. One of his fists got lucky and got my chin, I reeled back, but as he tried another one, I ducked.

The one hit did allow things to slow down which I didn't need. As small as I was, my only advantage was speed. With one hand, he was able push me off him. He rolled over and scrambled to get up, and I did the same thing. We squared off with each other. I had made my mistake by allowing him the time to rest and he took advantage of it.

He rushed me, and I wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. I was pushed backwards into the small wall that was behind me, but as he had grabbed my waist, my arms were free to do as I needed with them. I brought my elbows down as hard as I could into his back just as my own had hit the wall. We hit the ground with him on top.

Swinging as hard as I could, my fists connected with his ears several times before he let go of me. By that time, we had tumbled into another room. I was back to being the one on top and I took full advantage of it. My foot nailed his sore nuts and he groaned as he bent forward.

Sensing he was losing, he rolled over to try and get away from me, but I wouldn't allow it. When he rolled to his stomach, I reached around his neck and grabbed his chin. I had seen this on a movie once and it was the only thing I could think of to stop this insanity. I pulled, but not as hard as I could. I quickly wrestled with my own morality of what I was about to do. It was a split second hesitation and I almost lost my advantage because of it, but I recovered in time.

Using all of the muscles in the area, I pulled as hard to the side as I could. His head pulled, but not enough. As he was reaching backwards to me, I panicked and tried again. Knowing I only had this one final chance, I gave it all I had.

"AARRGGH!!" I yelled as his neck finally broke. Both Jennifer and I heard the break, but I didn't stop until his head was almost all the way around. His body twitched a few times and then lay still. Dead still. Dead quiet.

Breathing hard, I turned to Jennifer. She was still cowering the kitchen. I closed my eyes to what I had to do; move a dead body off of me. I pulled my legs out from under him and carefully crawled to her on all-fours till I got there. She was lying against the kitchen cabinets and was sort of shaking in shock.

"It's okay, Jenn. He's gone, now." I moved to cradle her in my arms and she sank into me. The tears flowed from the both of us as we lay there recovering. Finally, I told her that I had to call the cops and she nodded barely. I just simply dialed the three emergency numbers and let the phone drop to the floor.

For the time it took for the police to finally arrive, my brain wrestled with my conscience over what I had done. I had killed. My life was different once again. Too many changes in such a short span of time. It was done and couldn't be undone no matter what I wanted.

It took over ten minutes before I began hearing the sirens. It was good to know they were so Johnny-on-the-spot. Two policemen came in the smashed front door and saw us as we were still sitting there. I motioned for the other room and one went there. The other came to us. Jennifer flinched when he touched her arm.

"Let me help her up, sir," I told him. He nodded. "Come on, Jenn."

They asked us what had happened and I told them the complete story. The truth is always best; Master Sloan always said. Let the chips fall where they may. They asked us for our information and then we were taken to the hospital via ambulance to be checked over by a doctor. Her parents met us there and she melted into their arms.

While Jennifer's parents were with her, a doctor was checking me out. He stuck a tongue-depressor in my mouth to check my throat and came away with a puzzled look on his face. I realized just then what he had just seen. I quickly moved to shut the door before anyone else came into the room.

"I know what you just saw, doctor," I told him.

"Someone's abusing you, Daniel, and the police have to be told," he said.

"No they aren't," I said with a severe look in my eyes. "And no, they don't."

He stuttered and fell back away for a moment. He looked at me with the same surprised look I had on my face when I first got started in all of this.

"You want this…?"

"You want me to suck your cock to prove it?" I asked, smirking. Then I turned serious. "A lot of people I love will be hurt if you say anything, sir. I promise you with all that I am, no one is doing anything to me that I don't want done. Please believe me."

He reached into his pocket and handed me a card.

"Alright, Daniel, but if you ever need someone to talk to about this, I'll listen. Or if someone ever does abuse you; call me."

"Thank you," I said, breathing a sigh of relief, "and I will."

He ushered me out as my parents were entering. I slipped his card into my pocket before they got to me. I endured hugs all around by them. For once, they had managed genuine hugs, but I really had more of a mind for Jenn. After I took all I could handle from them, I went to her area of the ER.

A police officer was still talking to her, probably trying to see if the story had changed any, when I walked up. Her father grabbed me and hugged me just as tightly as my own just had done.

"Thank you, Trae," he said with some great emotion.

I simply nodded back to him. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Jennifer for having a father that actually hugs properly.

"You okay?" I asked her when he let me go.

"Yeah," she said, nodding. She actually reached out and hugged me as well. "Thank you, Trae." I hugged her back as best as I could.

"Daniel Bowman?" I heard from behind me. I released Jenn and turned around.

"Yes?" It was a man in a suit, looking very lawyer-ish.

"I am here from the district attorney's office. I just want you to know that no charges will be filed against you. So, as soon as the doctors release you, you're free to go."

"Thank you, sir," I said and stuck my hand out to him. He smiled and shook it.

"Daniel?" a voice called out and I turned and saw my master walking up the hallway.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I ran to him and jumped into his arms. Not caring about what anyone saw, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. My rock of Earthly salvation had arrived. I felt the same way here as I did after the hunt; safe.

Chapter Twenty-Four
Cody's Farewell

It was weeks later that things returned to even semi-normal. Because of the press that was constantly surrounding the house, I had to skip my workouts with my master. I did manage to get into the backyard and do some things that I already knew how to do, but I felt cheated in a way by missing that time of advancing my studies. There were a few occasions that I was working out and my parents came out to watch.

I tried to go about being normal as if nothing had happened, but I just couldn't. For a while, it really bothered me that I had killed someone. I'm not saying that the fucker didn't deserve it, but it still concerned me. I talked about it to my master a few times on the phone and he worked me through it. Some counseling helped also. By the time that the press was finally leaving us alone to go on to the next supposed hero, I was feeling a lot better about what had happened. What helped a lot was knowing that the asshole was roasting in hell right about now. I hoped he was warm.

I went to Master Sloan's house at the beginning of August and found James's car in the driveway. I smiled and after parking my bike, walked inside. He had just lashed the young man hard across the butt. Master stopped and came to me with a hug as I entered. My stuff wasn't laid out, but I stripped anyway.

Dressed only in my collar, I went to the kitchen and got the water and soap and rag. James came just as I walked up to the area.

"Let him down, boy," Master Sloan said and headed upstairs to take a leak.

"Yes, Master," I said and pulled the step ladder out. I untied his ankles first then used the ladder for his wrists.

I put the ladder back and handed him the soapy water and rag. He flashed a wink and a smile at me, then went to work. He finished and as he dressed, I poured the water out. I bid him farewell and then my master walked into the room.

"I've missed you, sir," I said as I hugged him close. "It's been too long."

"I couldn't agree more, little slave," he said with a smile.

"Take me?" I whispered into his ear.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He gently carried me upstairs and laid me on his bed. I crawled up to lay on my stomach near the headboard. I opened my legs to allow him the access I had been denied for the past month. I felt him slide onto the bed behind me.

"Oh God, yes," I moaned out as his manhood slid into me. I thought that maybe I wouldn't be able to handle him after not doing this for the past month, but such wasn't the case.

I reached back and felt his strong shoulders as he lay them down on top of my back. It felt wonderful to be under him again. To be under his power, his control, his being. I groaned at the lack of this feeling. I pulled him closer to me, trying to get more of him to touch every part of me.

Then a hand reached under and pulled on one of my nipple rings. I hissed at it as the feeling washed over me. The other hand copied the movement on the other side. I rolled to my side to give him better access and he rolled with me. I was now on my back, lying on his stomach. I reached back to put my hands right outside his body while his hips began fucking me like he wanted.

"Yes, pull them, Master," I purred out. Both hands pulled slightly on both nipple rings and I tightened up in pleasure. One final hump of his powerful hips and he came inside me.

"May I, sir?" I said, asking for permission to jack off.

"When was the last time you did?"

I actually had to stop and think about it. The more I thought about it, the more I came to grasp that it was the time in the car on the way to the retreat. I knew it hadn't been over the past month, nor was it before that when we returned.

"Going to the retreat, sir," I answered truthfully.

"You're joking," he said, not really believing me. I wouldn't either, to be honest.

"Amazingly enough, sir, I'm not."

"Whack away then, boy," he said. Oh, this is going to feel so good.

I reached down and began to stroke myself silly. With my master pulling on my nipple rings and the fact that I was already over-stimulated, it didn't take me long to climax. It still felt great, though. I shuddered deeply and then collapsed onto my master's chest as a copious amount of semen coated my belly.

"Thank you, sir. That felt great."

"You deserved it, Daniel. You actually deserved more than that for what you've put up with over the past five weeks, but this is a start."

I turned my head around and kissed him lightly on the lips. We snuggled for a while before he said he had to tell me something. I nodded. I got us cleaned up and then sat on the edge of the bed in my kneeling position, listening intently.

"I have some bad news, Daniel. Cody's leaving."

"What?! Why?"

"Because my brother's moving to another town on another job."

"Does it have anything to do with what happened?" I was not going to lose a friend over this whole thing.

"No. Believe me, no, it has nothing to do with you or what happened back in June. This is just the way of things, unfortunately."

I nodded. Coming from a military family, I knew that all too well. Moving around was part of the gig. I hated it, but by this time, I had accepted it.

"When does he leave?"

"Later this month. And before you ask, yes, he's coming over for one last time. Nathan's joining us this Friday night and Cody's going to help with the dinner. You two can play afterwards all you want."

"Can Master Nathan play too?" I sounded like Oliver asking for more. I suppose that was why I had that middle name.

"I don't think he'd have a problem with that," he said, snickering.

I smiled quickly, but got sort of solemn right after that.

"I know you'll miss him, Daniel, but some things are out of our control," he said, obviously seeing the look on my face.

"It's not just that, sir. It's that Cody and I talked about the things that you and I do here. He's the only one I can trust about it. Besides you, of course." He smiled and motioned me to continue. "Now, there's no one I can discuss this with."

"What about your friend; Jennifer?" he asked and that surprised me.

"You think I can trust her?"

"That's up to you, Daniel. I trust your judgment on that. If you feel like she'll keep her mouth shut, then go ahead and tell her."

"She already thinks I might be gay. I guess I could try, but it would put you in danger, sir, and I don't want that."

"Neither do I, little slave," he said with a smirk. We shared a laugh before I told him I would think about it.

We had another time of sucking each other off before I left for the evening and I went back home. I told my parents about Cody leaving and spending the night this Friday night and they said that I could. I made up my mind about telling Jennifer a couple of days later, but I wasn't able to see her yet. Her family had gone out of town while the press was around and hadn't made it back.

That Friday, while Master was gone getting Cody, I got cleaned out then fished out my bindings and put them on. The harness was next, with my tail sticking out of my ass. I went to the mirror in the family room to look at myself fully with everything on and I loved the look. It was the first time I saw myself that way and my cock responded by waking up. Damn, I looked good.

"Not yet," I told it and forced it back down again.

I wandered around the house for a while. I was going to miss Cody. A lot. I thought about all that had gone on since we first met. All the times I was tied up and we talked over just about everything under the sun.

A car pulled up, knocking me out of my reverie. I went and opened the door for Cody and my master as they walked up the walk.

"Good afternoon, Master," I said, waving him inside.

"And to you, little slave," he said, nodding back.

Cody's eyes about popped out of their sockets when he saw me. I smirked back at him as I closed the door.

"Love the tail, Daniel," he said, running his hand over the fur.

"Go enjoy yourselves, boys; we have time before Nathan arrives," our master told us.

We nodded and headed out back. We needed some time to ourselves. Thank God for privacy fences.

"I'm gonna miss you," I said almost instantly after closing the door.

"Me too," he said, taking my hand. "How're you doing after what happened?"

"Okay, I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I suppose I should be sorry for killing him, but I just can't bring myself to feeling that. After what he tried to do to Jenn, it's just hard to feel that way towards him."

"At least he's in hell, right?"

"I only hope so," I said with a sneer. "If God is really a just One, then he's roasting right now, even more than we are."

We both simpered. It was over a hundred degrees [38°C] and had been so the past two weeks.

"So, tell me what happened at the retreat. Uncle Sloan said that you did something no one had done before." I nodded.

"What has he told you about that retreat?"

"Just that it's for people in this kind of life," he said, motioning to my bindings and harness.

"Well, yeah, but when a slave first goes there, he has an initiation to go through called a hunt."

"Cool," he said automatically. I smiled, remembering my first reaction to it.

"Yeah; the slave gets hunted."

"You're joking!" he said, with his eyes bugging out of his head again.

I snorted and told him all about the hunt. Then I told him about my hunt and the aftermath. He laughed as well as respected me when I told him about how I flew into Master Sloan's arms at the tail-end of the hunt. I then told him how I found the harness I was wearing.

"Well, I like it," he said, impressed.

"Boys," our master called from the door, "time to get things ready."

"Yes, sir," we chorused together. We were on our way inside when Cody stopped me.

"If I wanted one of them to… to…, you know…, do me; which one would be better for my first time?"

"You sure you want to? I mean, you don't seem too sure about it right now."

"Well, it's gonna hurt, right?"

"More than you can imagine, Cody," I told him and shuddered at the memory of my virginity being taken.

"No way around it hurting?"

I just had to snicker at that. It was funny; he was good at tying me up, but when it came to actual sex, he turned to me for advice.

"Okay, here it is; Master Nathan's cock is longer, but thinner. While your uncle's is thicker and a little shorter, but he loves you. Master Nathan might care, but the love would be absent. I can't make the choice for you, but if it were me, I'd still stay with my master for the first time.

"You have to make your own decision. If all you want to do, is get fucked, then go with Master Nathan."

He nodded and at the insistence of our master again, we headed inside. We got Cody geared up and ready. The table was set and Master Nathan arrived about fifteen minutes after everything was prepared.

"Good evening, Master Nathan," I said in my most cordial manner.

"Good evening, Killer," he answered back, smirking. I knew he was kidding, but it hit me wrong and it showed on my face and stance. "I'm sorry, Daniel; that was wrong." He gave me a hug and I nodded.

"Yes, sir, thank you," I answered back.

We ushered him into the kitchen. My eyes began watering as a lot of random thoughts flew through my head.

"Can you make them the drinks?" I asked Cody, whispering to him. He nodded and I turned to Master Sloan. "May I be excused for a second, Master?"

"Of course, Daniel," he said, but saw my eyes as I turned to leave.

I made a bee-line to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. This evening was not going as planned now. I wished like hell Master Nathan had not brought it up that way. My eyes began running like a river and I couldn't stop it. I wanted to hit something, but not in my master's house. One thought above all prevailed in my mind; if Master Nathan saw me this way, what about all the others in my life? Mr. Hastings, Mr. Dithers, my parents and grandparents, the people at my church; what about them?

Up to this point, it had been only my parents or Brad that had really mentioned it. But judging by the looks in their eyes, I got the feeling that they wished it hadn't happened. It didn't happen all the time, but every once in a while, my parents, especially my mother, would look at me differently. It was usually just a quick flash, but it was there.

A lot of conflicting emotions and thoughts coursed through me as I knelt there on the floor. What I had told Cody was true; I was glad Davis was gone. The problem was having to deal with the incompatible thoughts of that and the fact that I had done it.

A knock at the door made me quickly wipe my tears off.

"Daniel?" It was my master.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, trying my best not to sniffle.

"Let me in, please," he coaxingly said. It wasn't a command; it was a request. I quietly walked over and opened the door. "Nathan's sorry for what he said, Daniel." He knelt down to my level again.

"I know, sir, and it's not that," I said, sort of fidgeting again.

"Then what?" I lost all control then and collapsed into him, crying.

"I don't wanna be known as 'the kid who killed somebody'!" I let loose and bawled into his ear.

My rock in the times of trouble never wavered. He just held on to me and let me cry it out. I thought I had worked all of it out of me, but the one aspect of it all had eluded my attention; public perspective. I hadn't dealt with that, since I had only been around my immediate family for the past month.

I pulled away from him when it was over and I was through; ever grateful for him being in my life. We talked a little and I felt better afterward. I kissed him my thanks and told him I'd be right there.

"Take your time, Daniel," he said and I nodded.

I closed the door and washed my face off. This night was for Cody, not me. I had to remember that. I pulled my head up and after getting my tears under control, I headed out. Master Nathan didn't apologize again, thankfully, and no one else mentioned it.

The dinner was served as best as possible under the circumstances. Towards the end of the meal, I was feeling much better. As the dessert was being eaten, I was in my proper place, kneeling beside my master.

"Sloan," Master Nathan began, "this one wishes to be taken tonight. What do you think?"

"Come here, Cody," he said, motioning with his finger. When my friend was standing beside our master, he asked him if he was sure about this.

"Yes, sir," he said, nodding his head assuredly. Master Sloan simply nodded back.

Cody and I cleared the table and then both of us made our way to the family room. Cody was getting more and more nervous along the way.

"You still don't have to do this, you know," I whispered into his ear. "I can take care of both of them, if you want out."

"Slut," he chided.

"Cherry," I shot back.

We giggled and he settled down a little better. He said that he wanted to do it and I nodded. I asked him who was going to get 'the honors'.

"Master Nathan; I want it as painless as possible," he said. I certainly understood that. And I guess he wanted to keep the relationship with his uncle the same; nonsexual.

"How can I help?"

"Just being my friend is help enough," he said, sending my own words back at me with a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. We kissed for several minutes before Master Sloan cleared his throat and got our attention.

"Yes, Master?" I asked innocently.

"Are we invited into this little soap opera?"

We looked at each other and chuckled.

"No!" we both shouted at them and took off running.

I headed to the living room while Cody headed upstairs. My master followed me while our guest chased Cody. We wiggled around the furniture in the living room for a while until we both heard a thump come from upstairs. We both got serious.

"We'd better head up there for this," Master Sloan said and I nodded.

I walked over to him and we hugged briefly before making our way to the stairs. As we walked into the room, Master Nathan had Cody in the bathroom, cleaning his insides out. I smiled at the first time I had to do that. I walked in to see his belly protruding profusely downward.

"You look pregnant," I harassed him playfully and felt his belly.

"Fuck you," he countered.

"Well, you can if you want," I offered.

"Maybe later," he groaned as the nozzle was removed.

That gave me the idea to remove my tail for the evening. There was no telling what was going to happen once things got going good and I didn't want it to ruin. I lovingly laid it down on the nightstand and then climbed onto the bed. I heard the gasp of relief at the release of a ton of water.

Once things were cleaned out, both master and fellow servant made their way into the room. Cody looked like he was facing a firing squad. In a way he was; he was dying to an old life and moving on into a new one.

"Just be here for me, Daniel," he said, shaking.

I was going to come back with something slightly sarcastic, but I let it go. This wasn't the time for humor. I simply reached out and hugged him. He hugged me back and leaned forward, putting us on the bed. I inched us along and turned the both of us to lie with the bed's length.

With my outside hand, I reached over and grabbed the petroleum jelly that I pretty much no longer needed. A quick swipe of two fingers and I put the jar back. I wedged my legs in between his and forced his open. He gripped me tighter in anticipation of the worst.

I ran the jelly along his crack and then wiggled some into the hole I found. A finger slipped inside him and he flinched.

"It's only my finger," I said, lovingly.

"I know, and that's what worries me." I heard my master chortle a little, but do nothing else.

"We're all here for you, Cody," I told him just as soothingly. "And we all care about you." He nodded back.

I wiped my fingers off of the jelly on his buttcheek and then moved my arms up to grab onto him. Master Nathan knelt behind him, stroking his hard on while coating it with a little more jelly. We looked each other in the eye and I nodded slightly.

"What's he doing?" Cody asked me, getting worried. Now, that was a stupid question.

"He's scrambling some eggs," I told him and all three of them laughed like crazy. It broke the tension up in the room; that was for sure.

Master Nathan was still laughing and slightly slid off the edge of the bed. He climbed back on while I was smirking at him. Cody was still on a snort when Master Nathan lined his cock up to the boy's virginity. My friend then froze solid. All levity stopped.

"Oh God," he said into my shoulder.

"Hush now," I whispered to him. I tried to make it as gentle and loving as possible for him.

"UH," he cried out into my shoulder as the man began squeezing his cock into his tight hole. Cody then got scared and tried to get up, but I held him down quickly and tightly.

"Oh no, Cody. If you don't do this now, you'll regret it. Just hang on to me."

He nodded and gripped me tighter. I could tell he was tightening up at the painful entry. Nothing I said was going to help him relax a bit.

"Hang on," I said, trying to get him to listen to me instead of focus on the pain.

Master Nathan had been gentle in pushing into him, but it wasn't going very well. My master suggested to go ahead and just do it. I gripped onto my black-haired friend as tight as I could in preparation. And with a quick hard jab of his hips, Master Nathan skewered my friend's boy-hole.

"UUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!" he cried, gripping on to me even tighter. "Ohmanohmanohmanohmanithurts!" he was talking as fast as he could, trying to dispel some of the painful energy. I knew this feeling all too well.

"God, tell him to take it out, Daniel; please tell him to take it out," he cried into me, finally slowing down a little. And the tears began.

"This'll pass, Cody, I promise," I encouraged him. "Just hold on a little more, man."

He nodded and gripped me closer to him, if that was possible. I felt his body shift upwards and looked down to see Master Nathan feeding his cock to the boy's asshole. Cody grunted and groaned all the way through being laid into, not that I blame him. To be honest, he was taking it better than I did initially.

Once Master Nathan had impaled him fully, he began sawing back and forth with his hips. As tight as Cody's backside was, I knew it wouldn't take long for this to be over with. A few pumps of the man's hips and he was emptying his testes into the boy's bowels.

Master Nathan ran his hands along Cody's side, but I respectfully shook my head for him to stop, and he did. I knew my friend needed some space for now. Master Sloan gently ran his hand down the boy's back and both of them left the room.

I lovingly stroked his long black hair and his back, getting him to settle down. The choking on his tears subsided after a while and he soon began moving around a little. He eased off me to the side and curled up, looking at me. I tenderly stroked his tear-streaked face.

"God, that was horrible," he commented needlessly.

"Well, yeah, but it gets easier," I told him truthfully.

"Yeah? When?"

"After about a year or so of doing it," I said, sniggering to him.

"Laugh away, slut," he said, punching me in the arm.

"No, really, it's after about half a dozen times or so. But also it's about feeling. Eventually, you'll want to do it to give yourself to the other person. I found out that it's easier to handle when I think of Master Sloan and how much pleasure I'm giving him."

"Thanks for helping," he said with a tearful smile.

"Anytime."

Chapter Twenty-Five
Eyes Wide Open

I worked a punching bag over several times, trying to punch a hole through one spot, imagining it was Davis's face. Through all of the previous night, his face kept visiting me and waking me up. I wanted to rid myself of it once and for all. The therapeutic part of this is that it actually worked. The more I punched the bag, the less I saw of his face.

"You're torturing yourself needlessly, Daniel," my master's voice said from the doorway. It didn't surprise me, but I was totally committed to dealing as much pain as possible to Davis's memory.

"Isn't that your job, *uh*, Master?" I replied in the middle of a kick to the bag.

I heard him snort lightly and leave me in peace. I'd like to say that he fucked my brains out that day, but we didn't. I just kissed him fondly at the door and left for home.

The next day at church was the first time I had gone since the weekend before the retreat. I had been astonished at how much had happened in just six short weeks. Man, this was so weird.

I headed to Sunday School class and Jennifer's voice caught my ears. I turned to see her smiling face catch up to me.

"You look better," I said, commenting on her demeanor.

"Thanks. It was good to get out of here while everything was going on. Dad was right; I didn't want to be in the middle of all that."

"I agree and I wished we could've done the same thing."

"Me too."

We sort of looked at each other in a kind of weird way. Like it was an unspoken rule not to talk about Davis and the incident surrounding him. As we walked into the classroom, I got an inspiration.

"You up for a walk?"

"Now?"

I nodded.

"What're they gonna do? Fail us?"

She giggled and nodded. I told the teacher we were going for a walk around the church's yard for a while. I just didn't think being in class was going to help either of us at that time. Besides, there was something I had to discuss with her.

When we hit the parking lot, I wasn't too sure how to proceed properly. Finally, I decided on starting where we began.

"Can I tell you something that you have to totally keep secret?"

"Sure, Trae," she said, nonplussed.

"I mean it, Jennifer; this can't go anywhere. A person's life depends on us keeping it quiet."

"What is it?"

"I mean it," I repeated.

"I promise, Trae," she said and I saw in her eyes that she could be trusted with this. After months of training on how to deal with people, I saw that much in her at the very least.

"Okay, do you remember when you asked me about my collar?" She nodded. "Well, what I told you wasn't the total truth. It is there to remind me about studies, but that's only the public view of it. The total truth of the matter is… that I'm a slave."

She stopped walking and I turned back to her.

"What?"

"Master Sloan's not just my sensei; he's my master as well, in every way possible."

"How can that be? Slavery's illegal."

"Because I chose it, Jenn," I said, thinking my nickname for her might bring her down off her suspicions concerning my master.

"But," she started, and I stopped her.

"Let me explain," I said, taking a deep breath. "Almost a year ago, I saw how he could give me something that I didn't even know I needed. My grades sucked, Brian and his fellow assholes were picking on me daily because of my name, and I didn't have any self-respect, or self-esteem.

"He gave me a purpose, Jenn. I'm happier now than I ever was before I met him, excluding the part of Davis and just losing one of my closest friends."

"Who?"

"Cody; he's Master Sloan's nephew, but for the purposes of meeting my parents, we sort of played him off as his son. But he's moving away soon. I got to see him one last time on Friday, though."

"Did Cody know about this?"

"Definitely," I said, sort of smiling, remembering when I actually did meet him the first time all those months ago. I shook my head, getting my head back to the conversation.

"Look, Master Sloan's not as bad as you think or as bad as you want to think he is. I know you don't care all that much for him, but you just don't understand him. Not many people do."

"And you do?"

"As much as he knows me."

"Does he…, you know…?" she asked, sort of squirming like I did during a difficult conversation.

"Have sex with me?"

"Well, yeah," she said, looking down at her feet. Using one of my master's patented moves, I raised her chin up with my finger.

"What do you think?"

"Jesus, Trae," she said, almost cringing.

"Look, Jenn, you already suspected me of being gay. What's the big deal if I do it now or later?" That took her a few minutes to answer.

"Because it'd be like doing it with your father or something," she said, still squirming.

"Ooo; hadn't considered that," I teased.

"That's not funny, Trae!" she almost yelled.

"Will you keep your voice down, please?" I hissed at her seriously now.

"But I care about you, though," she said, almost in tears, lowering her voice to a sensible level again.

"And I care about you, too, Jenn, but only as a very good friend. You ought to know that by now. And now you know why."

"Because he… owns… you," she said, trying to put it all together.

"Sort of. It's kind of hard to explain, but I'm going to try. Have you ever done something for someone without getting anything in return?"

She thought about it for a few seconds as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue. Then she nodded.

"How did it make you feel inside?"

"That's totally different."

"No, it's not, Jenn. Now tell me how it felt."

"It felt good, of course," she said, finally admitting it.

"And by giving of myself completely to my master, I feel good, too. He never mistreats me, abuses me, or takes advantage of me. And I trust him totally because of that.

"And more than that, I love him," I said, making it a complete picture to her.

"Does he ever hit you?" she asked, finally drying her eyes fully.

"Only how he knows I like it," I said and her eyes almost flew out of her head. She sort of looked like Buckwheat from Spanky and the gang. I just had to laugh at her; I couldn't help it. By this time, we had made our first lap around the parking lot and beginning on our second.

"I'm sorry, Jenn. I don't mean to laugh, but you should've seen the look on your face right then." I wiped the tears out of my own eyes as she sort of recovered a little of her dignity.

"So, do you like it?"

"More than you can imagine." She began looking at me oddly, so I knew I had to cut her off at the pass before it got worse. "You've known me for almost six months, right?" She nodded. "And in those six months, I've stuck up to three idiots in the schoolyard, one asshole here at church and three of them on the street.

"I've… I've even killed," I said, finally, but after a deep breath, went on. "After all that, do you honestly believe that I would stay with someone who would abuse me?"

"No, I guess not," she relented. "But why do you like being…"

"He calls me a 'masochist'; it's someone who likes a little pain with their pleasure, and I do."

She shook her head, disbelievingly. I noticed that she was also getting a little frustrated at not understanding everything.

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation, Trae," she said finally.

"I just wish you could see it, Jenn; the pleasure, the pain, the fun, the love. It's all there; everything that makes our relationship important. Then you'd understand."

"Maybe I could see it," she suggested. Now, it was my time to stop as she walked on for a step.

"I'd have to get Master's approval first," I said, but thought the idea had merit. "But you won't join in or stop anything; just watch."

"Okay," she said, sort of smiling. "Has he ever done anything to you that you didn't like?" she asked as we started walking again.

"Yeah," I said, scowling at the memory. "The sadistic son of a bitch tied me up and then threw me out into a thunderstorm."

"You're joking," she said, widening her eyes again. "Why?"

"To cure my fear of storms. Hate to admit it, but it worked."

"And you still went back to him after that?"

"Well, I did deck him across the jaw for it, but I still ended up spending the night in his bed, if I remember correctly."

She shuddered slightly as she thought about it.

"I learned right then that it's okay to love someone and hate them at the same time. It's confusing, I know, but true. I still feel the same way towards him."

"So, how're we gonna do this? Me seeing this, I mean."

"Well, let me talk with Master Sloan. If he doesn't mind you sitting in on something, then come on over tomorrow evening; we'll have dinner together. If he does, then I'll come over and tell you. Deal?" She nodded. "But remember, no getting involved, no matter how things go. I have a safeword to use if things get out of hand."

"Safeword?"

"It's a word that stops the action if it gets too much for me to handle. All I do is say the word and he stops everything."

"Have you used it?"

"Only once; he was hitting my nuts too hard with a crop."

"A what?" she chortled out through her tears. Just like any other sixth grader, she semi-laughed at the word 'nuts'.

"You'll see tomorrow, possibly." Then I thought about that for a second. "Probably."

I reiterated the need for absolute silence and she nodded that she would keep it quiet. I don't think she totally understood, but for my sake, she kept it a secret. We got into a little trouble from our parents over skipping church, but it was only a small chiding. I told my parents that she and I needed some time to talk over a few things and both sets let it go.

I talked it over with Master Sloan that afternoon and he liked the idea. So, the next day, I just showed up at his house and we got things ready for a special dinner as if I were serving any other guest. I got cleaned out and my harness, bindings and tail were added to my body. I just had to take a look in the mirror again.

"You know, Master, I make this look really good," I said to him.

"I couldn't agree more," I heard him say from the kitchen. I walked into the room, then.

"That's only because you're biased, Master," I said, looking up to him with genuine affection.

"Totally," he said, and kissed me. I was about to kiss him back when the doorbell rang.

"Showtime," I said and went to the front door.

Making sure she was alone, I opened the door for Jennifer Thompson. Her eyes did the 'bugging out' thing as she stepped inside. I smiled back and bowed.

"Welcome, Miss Jennifer," I said, formally, taking my task seriously.

"Oh my God," she said with a smirk on her mouth.

"This is serious, Jenn," I said, looking at her with a glare that told her so. "We're allowing you to see what very few people see, and trusting you with our lives."

"His life, you mean," she said, but not in a condemning way.

"Our lives," I corrected her. "At this point in my life, I need him as much as he needs me. That's the point of all this. That's what you're here to see."

She nodded finally.

"Follow me, please," I said and led her to my master.

"Um, how's that staying there?" she asked and I knew what she was pointing at without even having to turn around.

"It's a buttplug, Miss," I said, getting formal again.

"Can I touch it?"

"With my master's permission, Miss."

We entered the kitchen and my master was finishing up with the dinner items.

"Master, Miss Jennifer Thompson is here, sir."

"Hello, Jennifer," he said, coming to her with his hand out.

She tentatively took it, but her eyes were still on me. I asked her if she wanted a drink and she asked for a Coke. I looked to my master and he nodded. I got her the Coke and his gin and tonic.

"This is a little strange, Mister Sloan," she said, thankfully not calling him master.

"That's understandable, Jennifer, but think of Daniel as a server right now. It's just a part of his slave's duties." She nodded. "Now, I believe that you expressed an interest in something Daniel is wearing?" Another nod from her. "Go ahead and touch whatever you like."

I had finished getting the drinks by this time and was standing behind him as he finished talking to her. He turned and barked the 'stand' order to me. My hands flew to their proper places and my legs widened. She was shocked a little, but looked to Master, questioning what to do next.

"Go on," he encouraged.

She nodded and set her drink down on the bar as she made her way to me. Her feather-light touch sent chills down my spine the instant it touched my left rib. I forced my cock to obey me as she circled behind me. Her hand trekked all over me, tracing the harness and the outlines of my bindings.

When she played with my tail, she let out a simper-like laugh.

"I kind of like the tail," she said, running her hand along the fur. Then she got a little serious. "But that thing's got to hurt, Trae."

"Daniel, Miss," I corrected her. Then I heard a quick step behind me and a swat to my ass from the crop I knew my master was just itching to use while Jenn was here.

"She is a guest in my home, boy, and she can call you anything she wants," he hissed at me. "Got it?"

"Yes, Master," I said after hissing a bit myself. My cock had jumped a little at the strike and she saw it. I coerced it back down again.

"You really do like it, don't you?" she asked, but it was now more of a confirmation type of question.

"Master?" I asked as I was looking away from him.

"You may answer any question she asks, Daniel," he said from the area of the stove.

"Thank you, Master," I said and then answered Jennifer's question in the affirmative.

"You have to get permission to answer questions?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, Miss," I answered back. "If the person asking the question has not asked my master for permission first. It's all a matter of respecting him, Miss."

She nodded and then continued her inspection of me, asking me general questions concerning my way of life with Master Sloan. All the time I didn't move a muscle and that impressed her even more.

"How do you control your… thingy?" she asked as any eleven year old girl would ask.

"It's called a 'cock', Miss," I corrected her again and got another swat from the crop.

"Watch your mouth in the presence of a lady, boy," he said and I couldn't help myself but let out a quick snort of mirth. And I knew the instant it happened that I was in for it. He didn't address me first, though.

"Jennifer, would you please let us by?" he asked politely. She nodded and moved out of the way. He turned his attentions to me.

"To the living room, boy," he barked.

"Yes, Master."

"Punishment position, boy," he said once we got there. I knew this wasn't going to stop at ten swipes, either. For the sake of my tail's future, it was removed for this little show of discipline.

Jennifer went to stand behind the couch and watched the show. My master gave me twenty swipes of that crop for that little indiscretion, and he didn't spare anything. I counted all twenty properly and when he was done, my eyes were running but my cock was harder than a rock.

"Get rid of that thing, boy," he said, pointing down to my erection. "You don't get a hard-on in the presence of a lady, either."

"Yes, Master," I said, rising back up to stand.

My tail was fit back inside me and the straps were reattached. I coaxed my cock to relax again and reassumed my standing position for Jennifer to continue gawking at me.

"You okay?" she asked walking up to me.

"Yes, I'm fine, Jenn," I said with a slight smile, relaxing the scene for a moment. I winced slightly as it had been a while since I had taken that much abuse.

"How can you control your… cock?" she asked, using my term for it. "I mean, my cousin's is always doing that."

"Months of training, Miss," I answered, getting back into it again.

"And discipline," came from the kitchen.

"And discipline, Miss," I repeated. She giggled a little.

"Dinner's ready, Daniel," he called from the kitchen.

"Yes, Master," I answered. "Follow me, please, Miss."

Being female she was treated slightly different than Master Nathan. I led her to the dining room and pulled the chair at the opposite end of the table from my master for her to sit in. She sat and I helped push her under the table. My master entered while I left for more food.

Questions were asked the whole time. Either my master or I answered them graciously. Before the dinner was finished, though, she had a clearer picture of what went on during our sessions together.

"You know, this type of thing would help a lot of kids at our school," she said in conclusion.

"Brian being one, Miss," I answered. It was out of turn, but I figured I could get away with it. The three of us shared a light laugh with that.

When dessert was over with, my master led her into the family room and I knelt beside him as usual. I had gotten used to kneeling down and making sure my tail was laid out straight behind me. I wanted that thing to last forever if it was possible, so I tried to take care of it.

"Trae, I mean, Daniel, says that you two actually do it," she said, not really wanting to say the four-letter-word of 'sex'. I guess she'd exhausted her supply of other questions and moved on to this one finally.

"That we do what, Jennifer?" he asked, playing with my hair and ears in the way that always turned me on, but my cock wasn't telling any tales.

"That you… you know, have sex," she squirmed through that fairly well, all things considered.

"Does it matter?" he asked. Now, that, I hadn't thought of. To us, me and my master, it sort of mattered, as it was me giving all of myself to him. But to the rest of the world; why should it?

"I guess not," she relented. Good girl, I thought, but I started getting kind of antsy at the suggestion.

I looked up to my master with an eyebrow raised. He callously gripped my hair and turned my head to face back forward. I sniggered a few times.

"What?" Jennifer asked, looking at both of us in question.

"Nothing, Jennifer; my slave's trying to suggest something to me, that's all." I let out another one, trying my best to control myself, but this was getting to me.

"What is it?" she asked; kind of confused.

"If I know Daniel well enough, I'm getting the feeling that he wants to show you what we do together, but I'm not so sure we should."

I turned to him slightly again, and he yanked me back to position again. With him yanking on my hair like that was beginning to turn me on something maddeningly. My cock was not obeying me, either, because of that.

"Because I'm a girl?" she asked, but again, respectfully.

"In a way, but also because you're an outsider, no offense." She shook her head, no. "Those that are in this lifestyle live dangerous lives. Up till now, all you've seen is Daniel naked."

I smirked and turned towards him again. I got my head jerked back forward hard enough to elicit a grunt from me. I closed my eyes at the sensation of it. Man, it was driving me nuts to have to wait for this. Only sincere devotion to him was keeping me in my place.

"I'm not going to say anything, Mister Sloan," she said. I could tell she was watching the little scene to the side as well. I knew she saw my erection, so she knew I was turned on by all this. I was hoping she could handle this. I turned to him in another sly glance and it was on. It was only a matter of time before this happened.

"Will you sit still, boy?!" he turned to me instantly and seethed into my face. My hair was pulled even tighter into his fist and I winced at the pain.

"I'm sorry, sir, please don't hurt me," I begged.

"Oh, I'm going to do a lot more than that, slave," he growled at me.

With a strong heave, I was hauled upward by my blond hair and turned around to face him. He roughly pulled my face to his and forced his tongue down my throat. I squealed at him, trying to push away from him also with my hands to his chest.

"Oh, quit your bitching, boy. You know you like this." He parted our lips briefly to fume at me.

"No, sir, I don't," I said and winced as he tightened his grip on my hair again. "AH!" I bellowed out in pain.

"Don't lie to me, slave!" he maliciously bellowed. "Now, get me hard like slaves are supposed to!" I was thinking that he probably was hard already by this little banter.

"I don't understand, sir!"

"Oh, yes, you do! All too well, boy!" And with that, he forced my head downward and into his lap.

"Oh God, no, sir! Not this! Anything but this!"

"You will do as you're told, or I'll make you regret you were ever born!" He slapped my ass hard, driving his point home to me. I screamed at the slap.

"Alright, sir. I'll do what you want, just don't hurt me anymore." He knew I could handle more of this, but for the sake of our guest, I decided not to push it too far. I was sure she was already getting an eyeful.

"About damn time, boy," he said gruffly.

I opened his fly and he was definitely hard as a rock. I kind of smiled and opened my mouth for it. As I worked his pants down his legs, he kept to the scene and made sure my head didn't move upwards. When his pants, shoes and socks were off, he forced my head all the way down onto him.

His mammoth cock shot into my throat without so much as giving me a chance to breathe. My eyes got teary at the suddenness of it, but it didn't stop anything. While keeping my head busy, he reached down and after moving the straps aside, yanked my tail out by the plug. I groaned at the abrupt heave of it.

"Now get your ass up here, boy!"

I struggled against it and made some serious noise to the contrary, but it only fueled him onward. In one deft move, I was hauled off his cock, and forced facedown onto the couch. He moved around to lie on top of me. I moved my hands to my butt and block my backdoor from his manhood.

"Oh don't even try and think that's going to stop me!"

I felt him swing before it connected against the skin of both my hands and ass. I groaned into the cushions of the couch, but I moved my hands away nonetheless. He lined his cock up to my boy-pussy and shoved hard into me. I screamed like nothing else into the couch.

"Don't give me that, boy. You've taken my cock before, so stop your bitching."

I turned my head to the side to check on Jennifer. I'd never seen her whiter. I smiled to tell her I was fine, but then got right back into it.

"But I'm just eleven, sir! I'm just a little kid!" I screamed at him.

"You're a fucking slut, is what you are!" and slammed his hips into me again.

It felt good to be taken like that. It had been a while since we'd had any rough play and I was kind of antsy for it. Sometimes the rough stuff didn't work, but then there were times that it had me begging for more. Please, sir, could I have some more?

I held on for the rough fuck I had been egging for. His mature body pummeled me for over five minutes before he groaned his release. His frame collapsed onto mine for a brief recess.

"You okay?" he asked, rising a little.

"One of these days, you're gonna fuck me to death, Master," I said, sniggering.

"I look forward to that day, Daniel," he teased.

"Me too," I shot back.

We shared a laugh and a tender kiss. He pulled out of me and I winced a little. I was going to be sore for a while, that was for sure. As he sat back down on the couch, I moved over and cleaned him off with my tongue.

"Whoa," I heard from behind me, but I held up a finger to her to wait a second.

"I love you," I said, getting up to his face after he was cleaned properly.

"Back at you, little slave," he returned affectionately. "Take care of our guest while I get changed." I nodded and then let him up.

I didn't bother standing, but just crawled on my hands and knees over to her. I was a little worn out, after all. When I got in front of her, I put my arms over her thighs and then my head on my arms.

"You really enjoyed that?"

"Totally!" I answered.

"It looked like you were in pain the whole time, though."

"Well, yeah. Remember what I told you about being a masochist?" She nodded. "Well, because of that, I sort of enjoyed getting roughed up a bit."

"A bit?" she asked, wanting to go on.

"That was nothing, Jenn; believe me. Nothing. Most of that was an act. Master Sloan enjoyed it and so did I. It brought something special out of both of us." She didn't look all that convinced. "Let me try and explain…"

For the next hour or so, she listened while I tried to make her understand all that goes into being a masochist. My master had brought me a rag to get cleaned up while we talked. He sat back on the couch to fill in on a few missing points.

My master suggested that I take her home and I agreed.

"Should I get dressed first, sir?"

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