Shakey Psyche

Rutilus

Chapters 26-31

Chapter Twenty-Six
Rutilus

"Wish I could see another one, Trae," she said, prompting me on Friday. I smiled back at her.

"If you were having sex with your boyfriend, would you want me there to watch?"

"Uh, no, I guess not," she conceded.

"Monday was special in that I wanted you to see that I'm not being abused for the sake of abuse. Also, to see that it really can be fun when it's done right. Don't ask for another one, please."

She nodded and that was the absolute last time she was ever included in my games with my master. It was extremely private what he and I did, and a girl being thrown into the mix of it would not sit well with either one of us. Now that she saw, she understood, and that was all she needed to know and see.

The following Sunday was the first service Jennifer and I attended since the incident with Alan Davis. She was sitting to my left with her family on her left while mine was on my right. The pastor got up to preach and began with something that had me concerned right off the bat.

"In this world of violence," he began, and I started to get a little apprehensive, "it's important for us as Christians to restrain ourselves from adding to it."

My leg began vibrating as it does sometimes when I get start getting agitated.

"Jesus told us to turn the other cheek and refute violence in all forms. His was a message of peace and understanding."

The pastor droned on about how Jesus preached love and joy. I listened intently, getting more and more hot under the collar the farther it progressed. It wasn't until he got to the verse concerning the commandment "You shall not kill" that things reached its boiling point with me.

I got up and slipped out into the aisle. I walked heavily back to the back door and threw it open to the outside world. I had just begun to deal with the issue of killing someone and I certainly didn't need a pastor telling me how wrong I was for doing it. I was sick of hearing it from all angles. I just wanted it to be over and done with. The problem was that school hadn't even started yet, and I knew that I'd get it from the kids there, also.

Jennifer came out to keep me company while the rest of the assembly finished the message. That was also the last time I ever set foot in that church. My parents and Jennifer's parents both agreed to move churches. It took us till the end of September before we found one that we could call home, but we liked it.

When school started right after Labor Day, it was more of the same. As Brad and I made our way to school, Jenn joined us for the walk. She slipped up beside me and held my hand.

"Whatever happens, we'll get through it together, Trae," she said and smiled.

I was thankful for her friendship right then. I knew that it was because of my friendship with her that I was in this mess in the first place, but I wasn't keeping score on that account.

"Awww; ain't that sweet," Brad chided. I backhanded him and he scampered away giggling.

"Awfully brave now that you're allowed out of the house, aren't you, Brad?" I shot back to him.

He blew a raspberry at me and took off running while giggling to himself. During those weeks of captivity for both of us, we had pretty much come to an understanding. We both decided to lay the bickering aside and actually become brothers.

As Jenn and I walked onto the school grounds, both of us got some serious looks from a lot of people. They came from both teachers and students. As we got to the doors, Mr. Hastings was there waiting.

"Now how did I know that you'd be here waiting for me, sir?" I asked, looking up at him.

He chuckled back. I asked Jenn to give us a few minutes and she did.

"I just wanted to make sure that you're okay, Daniel." I noticed the used of my given name.

"Unlike Mr. Davis, sir, I'll live," I commented.

"And unlike him, you are a caring, gentle person, Daniel," he said, kneeling down as my master does. He took my elbows in his hands to make sure I looked at him. "Don't let this incident destroy you. You have a life to live."

"Thank you, Master David," I said, with a quieter voice. No one was anywhere near us; either out of fear or respect. He smirked and stood back up to leave.

"What was that all about?" Jennifer asked, walking back over to me.

"Nothing I can talk about," I said, looking at her in a piercing way.

"Never mind; I don't wanna know," she said, waving her hands in front of her.

"Smart girl," I said simply and we both shared a small laugh before class.

Class started with me being in the first group and Jennifer being in group two. As I sat down for the first class, no one sat anywhere near me until the last few stragglers walked in. I was in a corner, and so there were only three empty seats left. The last person in the room had to sit in one of them. He took the seat beside me.

"Alright, class," the teacher, Mrs. West, began, "let's start with the roll call."

When she got to my name, she stopped and looked.

"Do you still prefer 'Trae'?"

"I'll take it over 'Dipshit'," I said as calmly as I could.

The whole class erupted into laughter. Even she found it difficult not to smile.

"Okay, everyone, settle down," she said, calming the others down significantly. "And Mr. Bowman, that's the last time I want to hear anything like that. Understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered.

The joke did allow the class to behave a little more normally now. I think they then realized that I was still a kid like them, but I was thrown into a difficult circumstance. The rest of the morning passed easier, with some of them actually talking to me. They didn't ask about the incident, but at least they didn't shun me.

I've never been a 'crowd' person; that's Brad. But, it was nice to be able to talk to more than just one or two other people. I saw Jenn between classes and we talked a little bit. Brian made an ass of himself, as usual, but I stayed out of it. Harry was utterly miserable by himself. I wasn't so angry with him anymore, though. I guess the summer's events knocked it out of me.

At lunch, Jenn and I were eating together and I saw Harry walk by. I got his attention by calling his name. He looked like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.

"Join us?" I asked, motioning to the chair beside Jennifer. She knew of my previous problems with him; I told her before the previous school year was done.

He looked at us and I made a friendly wave to the chair again. She pulled it out for him to sit down.

"Unless you like to eat alone?" I asked him simply.

He wasn't too sure of things yet, but accepted my invitation to sit down. I introduced the two of them and they nodded in return. It was awkward going to begin with, but soon enough, we were getting along better. About halfway through the meal, a shadow rested on my shoulder.

"Heard you're pretty tough," it said.

I turned and saw a kid that wasn't at our school the previous year. His parents must've transferred in over the summer. The kid was a little larger than me and looked like he must've been held back a grade. At least once.

"I am," I said, getting up and grabbing my bag, "but if you use a little tenderizer on me, I might cook up nicely."

In spite of the obvious seriousness of the threat, both Jenn and Harry sort of snorted under their breath. I turned away and walked off. He pushed me from behind on the shoulder blade and I dropped my bag in frustration. I slowly turned back around to face him. For the first time I could ever recall, the room was about a silent as a tomb.

"You really want to start a fight with me here in the cafeteria?"

"Alright; the empty lot just off the school grounds." I knew the place. Most fights are settled there.

"Fine," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

I turned to Harry and Jenn and we walked off together.

"You gonna show?" Harry asked as we got to the recess grounds.

"Why bother? I've got nothing to prove."

"Yeah, but he'll think you're scared of him if you don't show up," Harry suggested.

"You think I care what he thinks?"

To me, I'd just won a fight without fighting. The rest of the day passed without much interest. As the day closed, I left with both Harry and Jenn. We headed off in another direction other than the field the kid alluded to. The crowd followed the other kid going that path, while the three of us headed off in another. Brad caught up to us and asked us about the fight. Of course he saw the direction we were going, and knew I wasn't going to fight. He couldn't understand it, but that didn't surprise me very much.

"How was school?" Master Sloan asked once I made it to his house. I got undressed and dressed in bindings only for the evening. The harness I loved, but it was too much of a hassle to wear on school evenings. The tail I held in reserve for special events, like someone coming to the house for dinner.

"Not near as exciting as having you fuck my brains out, Master," I countered and jumped into his arms.

"Little slut," he said, sneering at me. I grinned back and held onto him with my arms around his neck. I closed in and held him tighter.

"Make me yours again," I whispered again.

"Oh God, yes," I was screaming less than five minutes later on his bed.

He was plowing me as hard as I could take it. His cock rode me harder with each thrust of his hips. I was feeling every single inch of his being inside me once again. I wanted him more than ever before.

My arms were clipped behind my back with my elbows secured to the opposite wrists. My ankles were spread apart and tied to the posts of the bed at the foot. He was holding on to my arms and using them as reigns for more thrust power.

"Harder, Master," I urged him onward. He didn't disappoint; he never did when it came to fucking me.

It seemed to take an eternity before he seeded my insides. I was severely reamed out when he was finally through with me. After recovering, he unclipped my bindings and I cleaned him up as usual. We were lying on the bed looking at each other when I told him about trying to make friends with Harry.

"I think it's a great idea, Daniel," he said, casually.

"He could cause trouble for us, Master."

"I'm not worried," he said with a shrug.

"Do you worry about anything?"

"Not really," he said after chuckling for a moment.

As I was climbing off the bed, I noticed a slight bruise on his leg. When I asked him about it, he said that he got it by accidentally hitting a drawer. I frowned at him.

"You're a martial arts sensei, but still can't watch where you're going?"

"No one's perfect, Daniel," he said with a smile. "At least I didn't fall off a bed."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Put that away before I make you use that the way it should be used," he threatened.

"Oh no, sir, not that again," I mockingly begged him.

He may have been older, but he was still as fast as an adder. My arm was snatched and I was hauled back onto his bed with me kicking and screaming for freedom. My head was pulled by my hair to his crotch again.

"Lick it, boy!" he growled at me. I shook my head, no. "Do it or you'll never see your parents again!"

"Where's the threat in that?" I asked his cock.

A swat to my ass brought me back into the scene. I licked his cock as I knew he liked it and then swallowed it whole. My smaller hands massaged his balls and I could tell he was getting seriously back into this.

Two fingers began working their way inside me and I opened my legs wider to allow entry. I groaned as they broke the barrier, but didn't stop pumping my mouth along his manhood. His fingers worked my asshole for some time before he pulled them out and lifted me up from enjoying his cock.

"Hey, I was enjoying that," I complained to him.

"Then you're going to enjoy this even better," he sneered at me. I gave a smirk back to him.

I was turned over and thrown down onto my stomach. He was on top of me in a heartbeat. He was feeding me his magnificent cock and I turned towards him.

"I wanna cum like I did in the whirlpool, Master," I said, reminding him of that little encounter.

Without telling me what he wanted, he brought his fingers of his right hand to my mouth. I opened dutifully and he inserted them. I could taste what was once me on them and it turned me on even hotter. He flipped both of us back over quickly. He pulled me up by those same fingers. It was like being pulled by my teeth.

We leaned back until he fell onto the bed again. I cocked my legs backward to straddle his pelvic area with his cock buried inside me. He placed his left hand against the middle of my back while keeping his fingers stuffed inside my mouth.

My legs were used to ride his manhood while his hands kept me in place. He pulled back on his right hand slightly, to arch my back while I pistoned along his cock. I was so turned on, I reached up and began pulling on my nipple rings; not hard, just enough to send some pain through me.

We fucked like that for I don't know how long. He released my mouth after a while, and I slumped over his bent knees and now I was using those to ride with. His hands took the place of my own at my chest some time later. I couldn't stop fucking myself on his cock; it felt so damned good.

I worked myself over so hard, that sweat began running off my face and onto his legs. I wasn't going to let that slow me down, though. He was magnificent in giving his all to me. It wasn't enough, though; close, but no banana. He came just as I was getting close and I took the liberty of finishing myself off with one touch of my own cock.

The whole thing finished me off, though. My body crashed heavily into his legs. We remained that way for some time. Both of us needed the rest. I rose up, taking my hole from around his weakening staff and slid off the bed. My rubbery legs gave out and I hit the floor in a heap.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Ask me when I'm released from the hospital," I told him.

"Yeah, well, you wore me out, too, you know," he chuckled.

I groaned as I pulled my body onto all fours. It was fighting me, but I forced it to obey me as I do my cock when it's being difficult. I made my way to the bathroom for an agonizing cleansing. My legs were still a little shaky as I made my way back to the bed with a wet cloth.

"I'll be walking funny tomorrow, sir, if I'm even walking at all," I told him with a smile while I cleaned him up thoroughly.

"I know the feeling."

I smiled and we kissed and cuddled until it was time for me to leave for the night. I was right; I was walking funny the next day. I was so sore, that I didn't bother with my workout. I had to be careful and not walk too off around my mother or there'd be questions to answer for sure.

Jennifer and Harry met up with me and Brad at our parting point from the previous day. By then, I didn't have to worry about how I walked or looked.

"You okay?" Harry asked as the two of us walked up to them.

"Yeah, Master Sloan and I got a little too carried away last night with our workout. I'm just a little sore, that's all."

As they turned to walk with us, Jennifer caught my eye and I flicked my eyebrow at her. She knew right then what had really happened and had to turn away before making a spectacle of her laughing. It would've been difficult to answer all the questions Harry would probably have asked.

We talked about mundane things till we began walking over the field close to school.

"Hey!" we heard a shout, and I knew the voice. All four of us turned to the jerk from the day before.

"What do you want, now?" I asked him, tiredly.

He didn't say, he just answered with a fist to my face. As tired as I was, I was unprepared. It sent me flying backwards. I rolled over in the dirt and wound up lying on my stomach. My friends stepped in his way as he came at me again. As big as he was, they didn't stand a chance against his brute strength.

Jennifer was shoved one way while Harry was tossed the other. Brad knew enough to stay out of it. I threw my bag over to him and while I was trying to get back on my feet, he landed a kick to my ribs. I rolled away from him, but he didn't let up.

"You made me look stupid yesterday, asshole," he screamed. That shouldn't have been too difficult to do.

Another kick landed on my unprotected groin and I screamed holy hell. As I bent forward to protect my nuts, a second kick caught my face right at the cheekbone. Out of nowhere, Jennifer rushed him and pushed him aside to the ground. He backhanded her trying to get up and get to me. I had fought adults and teenagers and won; I wasn't going to let a little fucking sixth-grader do me in. Driving myself to ignore the pain, I got up, ready to face him again.

"Your problem's with me, stupid," I told him as I turned.

"You got that right, asshole," he said and came towards me.

But instead of bum-rushing me, he reared back and swung. I may have been a little off my game, but I wasn't so slow as to not see this coming. I ducked and his fist flew over my head. I did an uppercut to his diaphragm, stealing his breath from him. I turned around and then over to nail the side of his head with a punch from my left hand. He reeled from that one and landed on his side. I didn't stop. I jumped and came down with my knee to his ribs, breaking at least three of them.

It was his turn to scream. I still didn't let it stop me. I landed a fist across his jaw as hard as I could. He was now trying to protect himself with his hands, but my fists knocked them out of the way as I swung towards my target.

"What's the matter, asswipe? Can't win when you can't cheat? Huh?!" Another three hits accentuated each sentence.

As crazed as I was sounding, I had learned a lesson with Alan Davis; never, ever lose total control. And I didn't lose it with this idiot. One more punch and he was out for the count. I had lost a lot of energy doing this and I felt lightheaded.

I rolled off his unconscious body and onto the ground. I was totally drained; totally spent. I had given everything I had to make sure my friends and brother were safe and I had nothing left. As I was lying there, a shadow in the shape of Harry came to me and tried to lift me up from the ground. I waved my battered hands at him.

"No," I gasped, "let me stay here." My whole body was in severe pain, as well as sapped of energy.

"You need help, Trae," he said, sounding like it was coming from miles away.

"I'm not moving."

"But…"

"Just let me die, Master," I remember saying to no one.

To this day, I distinctly remember all of what took place next. I felt like I was floating, but not floating. It was like being lifted higher than ever before. I wasn't tired anymore. I actually felt reenergized. I looked around and saw my own body lying on the grass with Harry bent over me. Jennifer crawled up next to him. The asshole was off to the side of Jennifer. Brad was nowhere in sight.

Harry knew enough to check for a pulse on my neck. I felt that on my new neck. His hand shot back as if electrocuted. He turned to Jennifer with a shocked look on his face.

"NO!" she screamed and I heard her sobbing generously. Her hand went to the side of my face and lovingly ran down it. Harry put his arm over her as she cried for me.

That new cheek felt it also. It felt warm, caring, to the touch.

"If this is actually dying; it's not so bad," I thought.

I turned away from them for a second and looked to the sun. It looked so inviting to be there. I longed for it intently. A voice came from the sun as I moved towards it.

"Not yet, Rutilus," it said.

Within seconds, I was feeling her hand on my real cheek and I was taking in air again. Her hand jolted away from my face as if burned. I coughed, trying to bring life back to my body. Jennifer had her hands to her mouth and eyes wide in shock. Harry looked just as white.

"Just lay still, Trae," a voice above me was saying. It was the school's nurse.

"I will if you kiss me," I said with a smile and another cough.

Instantly, I was assaulted by Jennifer hugging me and crying her heart out.

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Moving On

"Am I ever," I returned.

Being cooped up in a hospital for three days will turn anyone stir crazy, not to mention an eleven year old martial arts student. I was ready to leave an hour after arriving there, but they wanted to hold me over for 'observation'; whatever the fuck that meant. I can be observed very well at my own home, thanks.

They told me to take it easy over the next few weeks. I thanked the doctors and nurses and everyone and left the building. I had actually become somewhat of a small celebrity over the course of those three days. I was always cracking a joke on someone or something if given the opportunity. It made them want to help me all the more.

I was definitely grateful when the one doctor that examined me the last time was there this time as well. He called in a favor to have my secret kept. I did have to tell him a few things when the initial crisis and circus was over with. And my nipple rings were a little difficult to explain away, but it was done.

My master came and visited me daily for several hours at a time. My principal and former science teacher also paid two visits each. Both Jennifer and Harry came to see me every day as well. My parents never left my side, pretty much.

I learned that the asshole's name was Todd Sewell, and he had been getting into trouble since the day he was born. Mr. Hastings expelled him immediately from school when he finally regained consciousness. I guess they still couldn't use a firing squad.

My parents wheeled me out to the car and I climbed inside, feeling like an invalid. We went to lunch at an IHOP and I had some real eggs for the first time in days. Master Sloan, Harry, and Jennifer were all waiting for me when I got home that afternoon. They sort of made it a party for me. They stayed until dark. Jenn and Harry had school the next day, and my master had a client to see.

I was restless the next day as well, because my parents didn't want me to push myself too hard too fast, I stayed home from school. It used to be that they would have to force me in some way to go to school, now they were keeping me from it. Weird how a near-death experience can change things going on around a person.

As far as that was concerned, I told no one yet about what I saw or felt. Harry told me that I was dead. He said that there was absolutely no pulse. I'd have to take his word for it, of course. Neither one of them asked about it, either.

Ever since the beginning of August of that year, and the ruckus had died down from the Davis incident, Master had been trying to teach me a technique of meditation. It was just simple concentration and centering myself. Even the Bible talks about meditating on The Word. That Monday afternoon, I tried to put it to good use.

I took two chairs from the kitchen and set them in my room. I closed the door for some privacy. The blinds were closed and the light turned off. I lit a candle then placed it on my dresser in front of me. The chairs were set apart wide enough for me to put both of my feet on while doing 'the splits' with my legs.

I stripped down to only my collar, but thought better of it. My mother still had the nasty habit of entering my room unannounced. I thought about how I could cover my groin area, but leave room for movement as well. My gi was over at my master's house and I couldn't get it right then. An idea hit me.

After slipping my shorts back on, I blew out the candle real quick and then ran to my mother's sewing room. There was some white silk material there that would be perfect. I cut two strips off and then ran back to my room. The shorts were ditched immediately along with the collar.

I laid one strip out on my bed paralleling the edge of it. The second strip ran perpendicular to it, making a sort of cross. I sat on the second strip then lay back down on the bed. The end of that strip hanging off the bed was brought up over my groin to lay on my chest. The free ends of the first strip of silk was wrapped around my waist and then tied off in the front. I stood up and the second strip of cloth fell. I had made a sort of long hanging loincloth.

I smiled at my own genius and then relit the candle. I placed my feet on the chairs and with nothing between them but air, I had to rely on my own groin and leg muscles to keep me levitated. My hands went in front of me, straight out, making a diamond with my forefingers and thumbs. The flame of the candle was in my line of sight through the diamond.

"Only the light exists, Daniel," I heard his voice speak in my head.

"Yes, Master," I answered back to it.

I concentrated on only the light. Nothing around it. My focus became clearer as a year of constant discipline and training worked with me. One heartbeat after another passed and only the flame mattered. Time didn't matter, only the light. Only the sun. Only–

A knock at the door.

"Trae?" It was Jennifer and Harry.

I tried to ignore them and get my focus back, but it was impossible. They entered the room unbidden.

"This is your idea of taking it easy?" Jenn asked.

"Man, that hurts me just looking at you," Harry added. Ugh!

I gave up. I put my hands on the ground and raised both legs up off the chairs then to the floor. I blew out the candle and then sat on the bed. We discussed school and the homework she turned in for me. They also gave me the assignments for the day, due the next day.

"What were you doing when we walked in?" Jenn asked.

"It was a meditation technique of trying to center my mind. I was trying to find some kind of way of dealing with what all has happened." I mean, in the span of a couple of months, I had killed and almost died.

"Why do you still wear that thing?" Harry asked as I donned my collar.

"I guess I've just gotten used to it, Harry," I told him. Jennifer and I smirked knowingly at each other.

"I do love those rings, though, Trae," he said, sort of chuckling as I stood to get dressed.

"Say that again, and I'll get a pair for you," I shot back at him. Not another word was spoken about them that day.

I didn't bother asking them to leave, but got dressed and we left for a walk. Harry sort of commented on that fact, but Jenn and I didn't make a big deal out of it. It was good to get out of the house for a while and stretch my legs. It was a nothing walk, but it was good to leave.

The kids at school wanted to hear all about it the next day. One of them actually asked what it felt like to die, no doubt hearing Harry's version of the events.

"Ask me that again, and you'll find out," I said, smirking.

He stuttered backwards, but others caught the joke and light laughter broke out. No one asked me again, though.

Classes were as normal as they could be for the week, but I was itching to get back to my training and time with my master. The three of us began studying together in the afternoons. I began to see something between them during that week. I had a feeling something was up, but didn't mention it unless they did.

Due to make up studies, that Friday was the first day I was able to get back over to my master's for another workout with him. When I had arrived, there were no bindings or harness waiting for me, so as I stripped, it was leaving me in only my collar. For the workout, we took it kind of easy for that first one.

"How are you doing, really?" he asked after we finished with the staffs.

"Fine, Master," I said, and meant it.

"You sure?"

"Why do I have to answer that question twice all the time?" I asked, getting a little frustrated over it all.

"Okay, fair enough, little slave," he said smiling to me.

He sat down on the couch and I relaxed into his lap. We sat like that for a while, with my back to his chest. I was just enjoying the warmth of his body; I'd missed it a lot over that time. I took my gi top off to get closer to him, but he stopped me.

"You need some more time, Daniel," he said.

"I agree, sir," I answered nodding. "I just want to feel your body is all."

"So do I," he said, slipping his hands around and helping me undress.

"Yeah, but you're around it all the time, sir," I said, giggling.

A quick pinch to my right nipple brought that to a sudden halt. I hissed and arched my back in pleasure of the stimulation.

"The little slave likes this, eh?" he soothingly asked.

"Yes, Master, he does," I answered, closing my eyes. I leaned back farther and wrapped my hands behind his neck. It was my one clear sign to him I was his to do with as he pleased. I was also hoping he gave me a chance to work on him as well.

I scooted closer to him, to give him easier access to my body parts. He kissed my shoulder and then moved to my cheek and then ear. I turned towards him with a kiss in return. We tongue-wrestled for a few minutes then he worked over my nipple again. I moaned in pleasing feelings again.

"What about this?" he asked, squeezing both.

"Yes, sir," I hissed back, long and lustful. I was way past making my cock obey me by now. We were here for mutual pleasure; not just his.

I let go of his neck and reached down for the belt for his gi. It was loosened and he worked himself out of it. As I slipped my gi bottom down, I turned around and straddled his legs facing him. He fell to the side as we kissed heavily again. It was not meant to be a hot and rough fuck, but a caring and tender lovemaking.

After kissing him for a while, I worked downward to his nipples and tongued them both a couple of times each. He put his hands behind his head as I had once done and we both understood I needed to do this.

His semi-hairy chest was munched on all the way to the navel. I tickled the button there as he chuckled and then I moved onward. As I got to his manhood, I didn't go instantly right to it. I kissed the tip, but then worked around it first. Tender kisses were laid all around the area that his cock rested, but I didn't touch it.

With my shoulders only, I pushed his legs open to give me more room and he accommodated me. Like anyone in their right mind would refuse. My tongue and lips continued to gently make love to his most private of areas. Each testicle was tenderly licked and kissed, eliciting pleasure moans from my master.

"Does this slave's master like this?" I asked, turning the tables on him.

"Um hm," he hummed in the affirmative.

I carefully cupped his balls in my hands as I continued to work them with my tongue and mouth. I sucked one inside while still playing with the other. He moaned even louder. That one was slowly spewed out and the other got the same treatment, getting the same response from my owner. Slowly, cautiously, I worked a finger over his slightly furry taint.

"Master?" I asked, implying if I should continue. He nodded and opened his legs a little wider for me.

I took the invitation and worked the finger closer. I warm spot of skin told me I had arrived. I worked it around his barrier, sort of knocking without asking. I never neglected his nuts as I felt around his hole. The other hand and my mouth were both keeping up with them.

"In, please, Daniel," he moaned out. Well, my finger had been in worse places than this.

I pushed gently and the barrier gave way. He groaned out in bliss as it slipped inside him. I had to push harder to get it inside farther, but it wasn't too hard. It went farther into him as he enjoyed it more.

I moved upward to his stiff cock and with a kiss of announcement, I looked up him in question. He nodded with a gentle, loving smile and I sank my mouth down over the one part of him that was made for me.

One hand continued to molest his masculine glands while the other began slipping along his rear opening. In one slow, gentle move, my throat took all of him into me.

"UUHH!" he let out as my throat muscles tightened around him.

With all the build up I had done so far, I had a feeling he wasn't going to last very long. Instead of quickly bobbing my head along his shaft, I did it slowly and deliberately until he stiffened into the throws of orgasmic feelings. I took a quick breath and held on as his seed coated the tube leading to my stomach. I consumed all that he gave me.

He calmed down and then motioned for me. I smiled, slipped my finger out of him and then crawled up his chest to him. I was lying fully on top of him as he kissed me with his whole being. I gave in to him yet again.

He then began working my body back downward. As we parted, I looked at him, wondering what he was doing. When he put my pelvic area between his legs, I got the clue. His hand was aiming my cock for his backside. I quickly pushed off and scrambled to the other side of the couch away from him.

I was looking at him, wondering how he could want me to do that to him.

"It's okay if you're scared, Daniel," he said, soothingly.

"I'm not scared, Master," I said, still looking at him the same way.

"Then what?"

"I just can't do that to you, sir."

"Why not?" That one question again.

"Because…," I said, taking a second to get the right words, "I'm a slave. Slaves get 'sexed', not the masters." I didn't want to use 'fucked' for this conversation.

"Some slaves do it to their masters," he suggested.

"I can't be that kind of slave, sir." I'd been a slave now for pretty much a year, and I knew what I was. I knew what I wanted and pretty much needed. 'Topping' my master was not in either of those two lists.

He motioned me to come to him and I did while sliding off the couch. I stood by him while he took my smaller hands in his powerful ones.

"You can be any kind of slave you want to be, Daniel," he told me reassuringly.

"I know, Master. You've told me more than once that even though some slaves don't have a choice how they serve because of their personalities, I'm not one of them. I can choose what type of slave to be and I have; yours. However you need me to be, I'll be."

"But, sir, I love you with everything I am," I said, misting up, "but more than that, I respect you and to do that to my master isn't respectful."

With tears gathering in his own eyes, he reached over and grabbed me for a fierce hug. I did the same around his neck and we stayed like that for a time. I don't know how long it was that we hugged, but I felt like neither of us cared about the time. I knew I didn't.

He picked me up in his strong arms and I was gingerly, caringly, taken to the bedroom. I was laid down with the utmost care on his bed, as if I were a delicate flower that needed nurturing back to health. He moved my legs apart and I continued to do so as he dove into my small boyhood.

"Mmmm," I commented as I worked my hands around his head of hair.

I lowered my body over his as he began expertly sucking my preteen rod. I moved my legs again and hissed at the pain. He stopped.

"I'm fine, sir," I said before he could ask. "I'm just a little out of practice with my stretches. Please continue."

We shared a short giggle and then he went back to work on me. I had been horned up for over an hour now, and knew I was going to be as quick as he was. A finger of his was slipped under me and I rolled back to allow it entry. I would've fallen all the way back, but I wanted to stay up close to him, so I held on as he inserted his finger.

Once the invading digit was all the way buried, he just kept it there. He found my prostate in a matter of seconds.

"UUHHM!" I groaned out when it was initially touched.

One final swipe of his tongue along my cock in his mouth, and I was finished. My own sperm shot out of me and down his warm gullet. I spazmed hard as I held onto him tightly. Once I finished cumming, I flopped down backwards, needing a second's rest.

"What…," I gasped, then restarted, "what was that?"

"That, little slave, was your prostate. Your plug should've been stimulating it all along, though."

"That's why I my dick leaks when I run with that thing in," I said, suddenly realizing it.

"You got it."

"I thought there was something wrong with me for a while."

"Well, there is, but it's in the other head."

We both sniggered. I moved my leg out of the way as he climbed up beside me on the bed. We laid side by side for some time, recovering. I was worn out from this one.

"You know, I'm not going to miss that sense of humor when you get rid of me, sir," I scolded him.

"Who says I'm getting rid of you?"

This had been on my mind off and on since the retreat.

"I figured you'd get tired of me sooner or later, Master," I said, looking into the bedcover.

He pulled me back to look at him in the face.

"Daniel, I will never get tired of you. Sometimes you're the only thing that gets me up in the mornings. Thinking of you gets me through the day and gives me something to look forward to in the afternoons."

"I love you too, sir," I said with a light, tender kiss to his lips.

I was able to stay the night with him and slept in his bed. It was the most peaceful night's sleep I'd had in weeks. He always made me feel safe and loved.

I woke the next morning and after inserting my tail and getting my harness on, I began making breakfast. It was scrambled eggs, sausage and toast. I had to be careful frying the sausage or my dick would get the hot grease as it popped. He joined me in the kitchen as the eggs were cooking.

"It was the sausage that woke you, right?"

"It smelled too good to just lie there any longer." He smiled and gave me a hug from behind. A quick kiss and he was off to let me finish.

He poured the juice and got everything else ready while I finished with the eggs. Once serving him, I knelt down and ate off the floor by his side.

"You can sit up here, you know," he suggested.

"I have my tail in, sir," I answered. He knew I wanted it to last, and this was sort of an important day.

"Then take it out."

"I like it in."

"UH!" he cried in mock frustration. "You are the most frustrating slave; you know that?"

I quickly stood up and got into his face.

"Yes, I know," I repeated his words back to him with a smile. I was wrapping my arms around him when the doorbell rang. We both froze. "You're not expecting anyone, are you?" He shook his head, no.

I slyly moved to where I can see out the front door without anyone seeing me. I saw Jennifer standing there by herself. I breathed a lot easier. Keeping the door between myself and the outside, I opened it to let her in.

"So much for taking it easy," she chided. I stuck my tongue out at her in retaliation.

"We were having breakfast. Want some?"

"Sure," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

She and Master Sloan said good morning to each other and then she sat down at the table. I made another plate real quick, served her, and then resumed my place on the floor by his side. She just shook her head in disbelief and dug into her eggs and sausage. I finished in lightning speed and took the dishes to the dishwasher for cleaning.

"Can I talk to you, Daniel?" she asked as I was finishing up the dishes.

I looked to my master and he nodded. She and I slipped out back to walk around a bit while we talked. It was normal stuff for a while, but I got the feeling there was something more.

"What's the real reason you're here, Jenn?" I asked when we'd exhausted all other conversations.

"What do you think of Harry?"

"In what way?"

"As a boyfriend," she said quickly.

"Well, he's not really my type, Jenn," I said with a smirk and got a punch on the arm for my troubles.

"For me, you idiot," she shot back with a sneer of her own.

"Why do you ask?" I inquired after the laughing died down.

"He's asked me to go with him."

"Well, of course it's up to you, Jenn. How did all this happen?" I knew something had been going on, of course, but I let on differently to hear her side of things.

"We sort of got close while you were in the hospital, but it started at the fight. While you were on the ground…"

"…he put his arm around you," I finished for her.

"How…?"

"Never mind, it's not important." I was trying to deflect her from that line of questioning. I was now regretting saying anything. "Go on."

"Anyway, he and I've had a lot of time to talk and we've just sort of gotten closer."

I turned and looked at her in the face. I placed a hand on her shoulder, fondly.

"If it's what you want, then I'm happy for you."

The sliding door to the back opened and my master stuck his head out.

"A Harry Mason's here for you, Daniel," he said. I slapped my forehead and covered my face with my hand.

"Why does my life have to be this complicated?"

"Because you're an eleven year old slave?" she said, rhetorically.

"I suppose," I said, conceding to her. I looked to my master in question. He shrugged back so I told him that Harry might as well come on through. "Let's get this over with."

As Master turned back to the front door to get Harry, Jennifer and I made our way to stand beside the sliding door at the wall. He couldn't see either of us as he exited. Once he was outside, I came around with a hand to his throat so fast he never had a chance to see it coming. He was pulled to the side and backed against the wall. Jennifer knew from experience not to interfere.

"You're not going to say anything until I've had my say, Harry. If I get the feeling you're even thinking about screaming or running, I'll make good on the threat I made back in January. Got it?" My voice never rose above the same level I always use; I didn't need it to.

The whole thing surprised him into shock, but he nodded. Jennifer was standing quietly beside me and he looked to her for help.

"She's not going to help, Harry. Jennifer knows all about this and how necessary it is that I do have to say it this way.

"I'm going to let go of you, but don't even think about raising your voice above a normal talking voice."

I let him down and released his neck. I may have been a little worn out, but I was still strong enough to kick Harry's ass if I had to. I took a deep breath and began telling him everything. There were points along the way that I knew would repulse him, and it did happen, but he stuck with it until I was finished talking. Jennifer helped along the way with her points of view as well. It took hours before we were done.

"How is everything?" my master asked as we were wrapping things up.

"Fine, Master," I said, not looking in his direction yet, but still looking at Harry. "Can you give us a few more minutes, sir?"

"Sure thing. I just came to tell you that it's getting close to lunchtime, Daniel."

"Understood, sir."

He left and I began speaking to Harry and only Harry.

"It comes down to one thing, Harry. I like you. You were there in the field with me at the fight and didn't leave or run away. You also showed up at the hospital all three days to see me. All of that shows loyalty.

"You don't have to like this. And you don't have to agree with this. But, if anything happens to Master Sloan, I will come for you. And nothing this side of hell will stop me. Understand?" He nodded, but that didn't satisfy me. "Say it, Harry."

"I got it, Trae," he said, nodding again. My countenance changed to a slightly softer demeanor after that.

"Lunch?" I turned to Jenn and asked. She nodded. "Bring your boyfriend, too." She giggled and Harry got a wide-eyed look on his face. "Yes, I know about that, too."

I turned and was leading them inside when Harry asked about my tail.

"Where'd you get that thing?"

"Yeah, where did you get that thing?" Jennifer added.

"Do you remember the weekend I was gone back in June?" I asked her and she nodded. "It was to a sort of retreat for people in this kind of lifestyle. When I got there, I went through an initiation called a hunt. It was a fox hunt, sort of."

"You killed a fox?" she asked, shocked that I would do such a thing. I just had to laugh.

"I was the fox, Jenn," I told her as we entered the kitchen.

"You have got to be kidding," Harry threw in.

"Nope. Have a seat." We were at the kitchen table and I motioned for them to sit there. They sat and I got them their meals. "About fifteen of them hunted me with nets and ropes and things."

After getting their meals and my master's meal, I assumed my place on the floor next to him. Harry was shocked while Jennifer took it in stride, although she hadn't seen this before that morning. Master Sloan finished telling them about the hunt that weekend.

"And Daniel was the first in the history of 'the hunt' to get back to the pavilion without being caught," my master concluded with a great source of pride in his voice. He ran his hand through my hair, affectionately as I knelt by him, eating.

"Why are you on the floor?" Harry just had to ask.

"Because slaves don't sit at their masters' tables," Master Sloan answered for me. "If it were just the two of us, then he would, but since we have guests, he assumes his rightful place." Another tender stroke of his hand and I moved my shoulder to let him know it was appreciated. "It's also considered rude to talk to a slave without getting his master's permission first, Harry."

"This all seems a little much," Harry commented. I looked to him real quick with a growl. He was starting to tick me off a little.

"Settle down, boy," my master said, stroking me again. "Harry, is there something you like to do for the simple pleasure of it?"

"Well, yeah," he agreed.

"Well, Daniel's doing something that he enjoys also."

"But he's being treated like a dog, Mister Carpenter," he sort of pressed on.

"Master, may I?" I asked and he nodded. "Describe a dog, Harry," I said, turning towards him.

"What kind of dog?"

"Any kind."

"I don't understand." I'm not surprised.

"How does a dog act? What're the personalities of one?"

"I don't get what you mean." Talk about thick.

"Then let me clear it up for you. A dog's loyal, devoted, territorial, dependent, but also independent, protective of his own, and most of them are smart and caring animals. So, what's so bad about being treated like a dog? Excluding how they mark their territory."

Jennifer and my master sort of snickered at the last comment. Harry wasn't amused. I shook my head in frustration. Breaking the rules this once, I crawled over to him and then put my forearms on his thighs as I had done to Jennifer once. I looked straight up into his eyes.

"Harry, I already told you that I like you, and I do want you as a friend, but you're going to have to understand something about me. I need Sloan Carpenter in my life as my master. He gives me more than you could ever possibly imagine. It's more than the martial arts, more than the discipline.

"If you still want to be a friend of mine, then you're going to have to accept this part of me, whether you like it or not, or understand it or not. If you don't want to, then I can live with that, but you will keep my secret. If there's one thing you don't want to do, it's attack or threaten a dog's master. They tend to get vicious. And you've seen just how vicious I can be."

Again, I used the same even keeled voice, never wavering one bit. When I was done, I simply stood, took all the plates and put them in the dishwasher. All eyes were on me and no one said a word.

"Who else knows about this, Trae?" he asked finally as we walked into the family room.

"Out of the ones that matter, only the four of us, Harry. And you're still being rude to my master."

I looked hard at him. He seemed lost. Jennifer whispered into his ear and he nodded.

"I'm sorry, sir," he acquiesced to my master's authority over me.

"Apology accepted, Harry," he said with a nod, then turned to me.

"Now, you up for a workout, kid?"

"Only if you're up for getting your butt whipped, old man," I came back with.

"What just happened here?" Harry asked and the two of us laughed as we made our way to the dojo.

Chapter Twenty-Eight
Beginning Again

"Good afternoon, Daniel," he said, coming around the corner.

"Good afternoon, Master," I said with a slight smirk.

For the first time in a long time, my master's hand roamed all over my body. It felt new; fresh. It was like we were starting over again. When he was behind me, his free hand wrapped itself around my cock and squeezed.

"Who owns this?" he asked seductively into my ear.

"You do, Master," I whispered back, remembering the first time we ever did this focal exercise. Even after all that had taken place, I was still his and we both knew it.

He snaked his hand up to my pierced nipples and pulled each in turn. I bit my lower lip and moaned at the sensation.

"And these are?"

"Yours, Master," I gasped out to him.

One more brief pull on each and they were abandoned. His hand worked around to my boy-pussy and a finger swiftly invaded me. I groaned at it.

"And I can have this anytime I want?"

"Yes, Master," I said, shivering from the thrill of it.

His finger was quickly withdrawn and it took some time before he did anything else. I wondered what he was doing, until I felt his hands on my wrists again. A lock was put on the wrist cuffs to secure my wrists together behind my neck and then to my collar. I was now caught. I had no choice but to trust him again.

He moved around in front of me and sat down. His hand returned to my cock and began stroking it lovingly. It had been a long time since he'd done this, but a year's worth of discipline and training taught me to master my impulses. I was able to coerce my cock into obeying my commands and remain soft.

"You can enjoy this, Daniel," he said, tenderly.

"Thank you, Master," I said, "but I am enjoying it already, but would enjoy something else even more."

"And just what's that?" He asked, probably teasing me.

"You."

He smiled and leaned forward for a kiss. We tongue-wrestled for a few minutes as he lifted me into his arms once again. I was carried upstairs once again where I was summarily dumped onto his bed. He got undressed in a flash and he was on top of me just as quickly. I gripped my fists closed and raised up to be on both my knees and elbows. I widened my legs to offer my inner self to him once again.

"Take me, Master," I said, softly to the covers.

His cock didn't waste any time once it touched my doorway. He was firmly planted inside me in mere moments. I squinted at the abruptness of it, as it had been over a month since I'd had anything inside me. His hands grabbed my hips as his tool began working on me.

"Oh, yes, Master," I crooned downward.

One hand reached up and grabbed one of my fists. I opened my hands to grab his and we gripped tighter. We held on to each others' hands as he sped up his thrusts. I groaned with each powerful thrust of his adult hips.

I was ridden pretty hard until he finally stressed and came inside me. When he was done, he lowered his body down onto mine. I had to lay my arms out like wings to the side as we both collapsed under the weight. I shifted in my collar to get more comfortable while we relaxed a bit.

"Tie me up, Master," I pleaded without warning.

"You sure?"

"All night, too," I told him, nodding.

He thought about it for a half a second and after getting cleaned up, he left the room. When he returned, he cleaned my leaking hole up before proceeding further.

My wrists were unlocked from my collar and pulled around in front of my body. The cuffs at my elbows were locked together next. My arms were pulled downward and through my legs. The cuffs on my ankles were clipped together and then my elbow cuffs were clipped to the ones at my knees.

A leash was connected to the ankle cuffs and then I was hauled upward to hang from the canopy over the bed. Another one was linked to my wrist cuffs and pulled tight to have me secured tightly to his bed. My body sort of looked like a lower case "y" as I hung there. I was able to swing a little, but not much. A scarf was placed over my eyes tightly and I couldn't even see the light in the room.

"I'll check in on you before bed, Daniel," he said. "Until then, enjoy." And with that, he left the room.

"You can't leave me like this, Master," I yelled for him as I heard him skip down the stairs.

I smelled what he was cooking for dinner; hamburgers. He always made them perfectly. Everyone else can have Mc Donald's, but I liked his. Knowing him, he probably mixed in some jizm into the meat just for me. In any case, it was spectacularly unfair for him to make them in my current predicament. I had to hang there and just smell it, not able to taste it.

I heard him enjoy a television show and then another one before coming back upstairs to see me again. I heard him then sit on the bed next to my head.

"Open," he said and I opened my mouth. A slightly cold hamburger was fit inside and I ate ravenously. "Watch the fingers…!" he warned after I almost got one of them while biting down.

"Sorry, Master," I said with a mouthful of food.

On the next bite, I took the food, but also playfully bit his thumb also. I closed my lips quickly and began sucking it deeper into my mouth. He inserted it while closing the rest of his hand around my chin.

"Later, lover," he huskily stated, while withdrawing his thumb.

I finished the burger and he headed back down the stairs with the plate. Another show later and I heard him flip the lights off for the night. He mounted the stairs seconds later, and I was thinking that he was about to mount something else, also.

I felt him lift my butt up and then my tail's plug was slipped inside me. I groaned at it, as it had been a while since I had worn it. The fir brushed against some of my skin and then it hung straight downward. The bed creaked again near my head as he sat down again.

"Open," he commanded and I obeyed.

His manmeat was slid into my mouth and I took it. I was hungry for something else, now. With so much practice at having something that large go down my throat, it made it inside without much resistance. My throat vibrated in pleasurable tones at having him back there.

Within a few minutes, he picked up speed and began face-fucking me in earnest. It was going to take some time before he finished, due to having cum once already that evening. I couldn't do anything about it but hold on for the ride as best as possible. During the whole time, he molested different parts on my hung body; nipple rings, buttplug, hair, and my butt itself. When he finally came, he kept his cock exactly where it was to allow my stomach to catch his seed. I drank down every drop.

He pulled out, cleaned up and then climbed into bed for some sleep.

"Good night, Daniel," he said and then rolled over to get comfortable. I growled at him and then tried to get somewhat comfortable also. I couldn't manage it.

I was left high and wet, dripping like a leaky faucet for the night. I remember it took a long time for me to fall asleep being suspended upside down like that. I do know that I did get some sleep, though, because he was waking me up with an inverted kiss the next morning. I groaned as he let me down onto his bed; my muscles ached at having to spend the whole night bound up. I had to stretch out for almost an hour to get the kinks worked out.

That day, Saturday, we concentrated solely on my martial arts training. The time was growing short and we had a long way to go if I ever had a prayer of winning that Kumite. In the afternoon, I was being pulled by his torture device for almost an hour when Jenn and Harry stopped by. At the time, my limbs were being pulled straight out to the sides.

"Now I know how you get to be this way," Harry mused as he sat down.

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the day that he begins to use bull elephants to do this," I said through gritting teeth.

"That's next week, Daniel," he said from inside the house.

They stayed for the rest of the afternoon and we talked over a few things while Master Sloan and I continued training. They ate dinner with my master as I served them and assumed my place on the floor at his side. Harry had gotten used to seeing me this way by this time, but he still didn't like it.

I cleaned the table off and we went into the family room to talk about nothing. His hands went right to my blond hair to play with. I was getting a little antsy from his molestations, but held myself in check. With Harry and Jenn here, it was important to keep things as they were. There'd be time for this kind of fun at a later date.

Going into and through the month of November, my routine was pretty much set. Martial arts training on Mondays through Thursdays and on Friday nights it was getting my brains fucked out by my master while tied in new positions. When he was done, a buttplug was inserted and I was left tied the rest of the night.

The second Friday of that month, I was bent over the back of a chair with my knees on the seat. My legs were spread and tied at the knees and ankles to the legs of the chair. My arms were secured to the back of the chair with my head pointing downward. He fucked my ass twice and I blew him once that evening. The following morning it was another shag from behind before beginning the day's training.

The next week I noticed a slight bruise near his elbow, but he simply dismissed it. I was a little concerned about these bruises that were showing up. I may not know everything, but I'm not stupid. Something was up, but he was being dismissive about it all. The next week, though, something happened that made me forget those little things.

At the end of that week, he didn't fuck me, but I really wished that he had. He brought out a strange device for me to kneel on. My ankle and knee restraints were locked down with my legs spread open. My thigh cuffs were locked to each corresponding ankle cuffs, forcing me to remain sitting back on my heels. In between my legs was a board hinged to the platform I was kneeling on. At the other end of the board was a dildo that my master fit the head of into my backdoor with some petroleum jelly. In the middle of the same board was a hose leading to a mask. The mask was ignored momentarily.

My arms were pulled behind my back and each elbow was locked to the opposite wrist. A strap was wound around my lower arms and tied to one other strap linked to the back of my collar. Two leashes were attached to both sides of my collar to hold my upper body in place to the bottom of the device. Each leash was tightly secured to a corner.

The mask that led to the middle of the board by the hose was strapped over my mouth and nose. Not knowing what to expect, I held my breath; big mistake. When I could hold it no longer, I let it out. The air was forced down the tube and into an air pocket under the board, forcing it upward and fully sending the dildo into me.

"AAAGGGHHH!" I cried at the surprise of it. As I sucked in my breath, the board dropped, pulling the dildo out, but not all the way. The dildo was about the same size and girth as my master's cock, but at least he deflated after a while; this wasn't going to do that.

It was my own breath that was making the thing fuck my ass. I couldn't move off of the thing, nor could I stop it from pumping into me. Every breath delivered another pump to my insides. My nipple rings were removed and two clothespins were attached to replace them. I squirmed at trying to knock them off, but I was almost totally immobile and so it did no good. A blindfold was then added, blocking out everything.

"Please don't leave, Master," I begged him.

He didn't say a word, he just kissed me on the forehead and did as I asked him not to do; leave. His steps echoed, tantalizingly, as he went upstairs. I groaned at the idea of a whole night with this thing boring into me with every breath. I tried holding my breath, but that only delayed the inevitable and the resulting almost hyperventilation was almost unbearable.

I began forcing myself to control my breathing; it was the only answer. I began breathing slowly, and that helped. The speed of the device slowed as I slowed. I tried to breathe shallow and slow and that worked better; the dildo only moved in small increments. At those times, it only moved my sphincter along with it instead of sliding along its passage.

Pretty soon, the only thing that was happening was that the dildo moved minutely or not at all as my breathing was that superficial. Then, it was just getting used to having something almost stationary inside me again. It was like having my buttplug there, but moving only occasionally.

With nothing but time on my hands, I decided that since I wasn't being fucked to death, I'd make the most of it. While making sure I controlled my breathing, I began to center my mind and focus my being. I was used to doing this while stretching out my groin and leg muscles, but this was just going to have to do for now.

As I looked inward, I began seeing faces. The first one that came to mind was my master; Sloan. Tall, strong, steadfast; my lord and master. One and only owner.

"It's your choice, Daniel, it always is, " his voice came at me.

"Yes, Master," I answered without thinking.

As I saw him, he began to change. Soon, it was Master David Hastings. A kinder visage, but still authoritatively strong.

"Don't let this destroy you, Daniel, " the new face added to the conversation.

"Yes, Master," I repeated.

He began changing into his partner; Master Karl Dithers. A less prominent strength, but yet still there.

"Hurts, don't it, boy?" his voice asked.

"Yes, Master."

Another change and it went into other masters from this past summer. Some of them smiled at me, while others offered words of encouragement for me and I answered each one. Master William came next.

"Oh, you are a treasure, Daniel," he said with his envious smile.

"Yes, Master," I answered again, but feeling a little wasted by all of it. I got the feeling there was more coming.

"Are you really ready, Daniel?" Master Nicholas asked.

"Yes, Master," I answered, feeling a little dull-brained.

All of a sudden, totally without warning, he changed into Alan Davis.

"Then face me, boy!" he screamed.

I shot back to full consciousness and screamed like hell! I sucked in air suddenly, yanking the dildo backwards. Pain shot through my asshole at the abrupt jolt. I kept seeing his face as he continued screaming at me.

"You killed me, boy, but I'll get you soon enough!" he seethed at me.

"NO! You're dead. You can't hurt me!" I yelled back at him while panicking all the more. The dildo was now slamming in and out of me with every overdone breath.

"Oh yes I can! Watch and see! Your cute little girlfriend, too!" His evil smile morphed into the facial features of a dragon. Fire shot from its mouth and I screamed in utter terror!

"OH GOD, NO! NONONONONONO!!!!!!!!" I panicked even more and tried to get out of my bonds.

Suddenly a slap landed across my blinded face and it all stopped. The dragon disappeared along with all of the others. My bonds were cut away in a flash and I leapt forward to grab onto my master's waist. I didn't know exactly where it was, but I grabbed anyway. The dildo was painfully torn out of my ass as I leapt at him, but I was way beyond worrying about any of that. I just needed him at that moment.

"What is it, Daniel?" he asked, hugging me close to him.

I didn't answer him. My body kept shaking and I closed my eyes to try and get it under control. That was another mistake as the face of the dragon came back at me and I jolted again. I held on to him with all my might. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that it wasn't night anymore, but early morning.

"It was Davis, Master, telling me he was going to hurt me and Jennifer," I told him, sucking in as much fresh oxygen as possible.

"He can't hurt either one of you, Daniel," he said, rocking me back and forth with him.

I knew that, of course, but the dream or vision or whatever it was, was still so vivid in my mind that I would've believed it possible right then. It didn't matter how impossible it was, it all seemed so real to me.

I know that it took me at least an hour before I finally calmed down enough to release my death-grip on him. He asked me about the dream and I told him everything I could remember. When I was finished, he told me that it was my mind's way of dealing with all that had happened.

"Can I go home now, Master? I'm exhausted." I had asked him when he had put the self-fucking device away. I was totally drained.

"No, we still have training to do," he said simply.

"But, Master," I said in a whiny voice.

Out of the blue, he rounded and backhanded me across the face. I reeled into the wall, unprepared. I looked at him; hurt. I knew he didn't use his full strength, but it still hurt.

"Do you think the other fighters are going to care that you're tired or hurt?" he forcefully asked.

"No, sir," I relented, feeling the cheek that he struck.

"Keep your eye on the finish line, Daniel, not the hurdles," he wisely told me.

He was right, of course. I needed to train no matter what'd happened. I was worn out, mentally and physically, but I still needed to do this. In the recent past, he would've probably let me go, but as the time was growing short, it was imperative that I practice no matter what.

I remember that it wasn't my best showing, and he didn't go all out at me, but I did get through the training session in one piece. My mom asked me about the red mark on my cheek and I told her that I wasn't watching what I was doing. It was another one of those 'half-truths' that I was getting so good at telling.

Chapter Twenty-Nine
Holiday Cheer

On Tuesday evening, I looked to Master Sloan for him to fuck me before I left. I sort of wanted something to tide me over the holiday. He didn't disappoint me. He simply sat on the couch and I rode him however I wanted until we both came.

We left for Louisiana very early Wednesday morning as soon as I returned from my workout and showered. I was up to doing about six miles now; all of it barefooted. I didn't need to, but was used to it by this time. As we got going, Brad was sleepy and sort of drowsing against the window on his side of the car.

I offered my lap to him if he wanted to lie down. He smiled and then took the offer. I rested my left arm over his belly and he didn't seem to mind. About an hour into the drive, I heard him snoring lightly and smiled. He didn't wake up until we were an hour from Houston.

"Have a good nap?" I asked as he wiped his eyes clear.

"Where are we?" he asked while nodding, still trying to wake up sort of.

"Almost to Houston, but we've still got another hour or so to go if you want to sleep some more."

He nodded, but while he was stretching, he pushed my hand down to his crotch. I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled back up. I wondered if he'd actually gotten to know that third leg of his or not. He reached down and pulled a jacket up to cover over my hand and his groin. Another raised eyebrow and he just closed his eyes.

Brad knew our parents' stand on what he was pushing, but still pressed ahead. I tapped his belly to get his attention and he opened his eyes to me. With my dad able to watch us in the rearview mirror, I couldn't mouth to him what I wanted. I slowly traced out the word "later" on his belly with my finger without looking down at him. When I glanced back, he nodded slightly. Being a preteen sex slave for my master, I had learned the art of discretion.

We hit Houston and had an early lunch, then hit the road again. Brad and I played a few games along the way, but it was pretty much a nothing drive. When we arrived at my grandparents' place, my grandmother remarked how much I'd grown.

"Wait till you see his decorations, Mother," my own mother commented.

After helping with the luggage, I removed my shirt at my mom's request. I thought she was going to have a heart attack while my grandfather almost laughed himself silly.

"Did it hurt, Trae?" she asked. Now that was a stupid question.

"A lot, Mimi," I answered, nodding.

"I've also heard you've had quite a summer," she added. Lady, you don't know the half of it.

"I just try to keep things interesting, Ma'am," I returned to her.

Brad and I left to go walking around the property. It was cool, but not cold out. There were a lot of trees and bushes everywhere; plenty of them to hide behind. Some trails made it easy to walk through without getting caught by stickers.

"Why didn't you want to do anything in the car, Trae?" Brad asked as we got on the other side of the shop. It was a tin shop that my grandfather used to use a lot to build and fix cars. Since he'd had an accident almost ten years prior at the time, he didn't venture in there too often.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Mom and dad would've found out, Brad."

"I put a jacket over me," he said, shyly.

"I know, but what you were asking me to do would've had you moaning and making other noises to go along with it."

"Really?" he asked, excitedly.

"Oh, boy," I said, sort of slapping my hand to my face. When I looked at him, he was still smiling. "You want me to show you now, don't you?"

He nodded and I looked at the sky, wondering, "why me?" I had him turn around to face away from me and I walked up behind him. Patiently, I worked my hands around his waist under his shirt. He shivered at the light touching move.

"Relax, little brother," I whispered into his ear and he nodded.

My left hand trekked up to his nipples to find the one I wanted and it was hard. I smiled to myself and continued. The right hand went south to his innocent groin. He let me pass under the waistband of his pants and then underpants. His smaller cock responded to my touch by flinching. He was having a tough time keeping his arms out of my way.

"Put them on top of your head and interlace your fingers," I suggested. He nodded and complied readily.

I continued playing with his nipples for a while, and then made my way down to undo his pants. He shivered as the snap was released and then again when his zipper hit the bottom. While my right hand was still molesting his little cock and balls, I lowered both pairs of pants down to his ankles with the other.

"You okay?" I asked softly into his ear upon standing again.

"Um hm," he quietly moaned out a "yes".

I smiled and after a tender kiss to his ear, I moved around to stand in front of him. His little stiffy wasn't all too long, but for a kid his age, I supposed that it was average sized. I slowly knelt down and sucked him into my warm mouth. He moaned and placed his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. With all the blowjobs I'd given over the past year or so, I'd become quite the expert in sucking cock.

Using all of my mouth and tongue on his small dick, he began huffing at the pleasure of it all. Soon, he pulled out as he got scared at the foreign feelings.

"Don't be scared, Brad," I told him.

"What was happening?"

"You were reaching your climax. Trust me to know what I'm doing, okay?"

He nodded and presented his little stiffy to me again. I vacuumed it back inside and continued my work on him. He moaned at the returned feelings. Soon, he was back to the place he was before interrupting me. This time, he trusted me enough to continue the suck job on him. His body's natural tendencies took over and his hips began rocking back and forth.

"S-some-something's hap-happening," he stammered as he got closer to the goal.

All at once, he moaned out loud as if trying to get the attention of the whole state. His dick jumped in my mouth while he continued to moan incessantly. He then collapsed to his knees on the ground, pretty much spent.

"How'd that feel?" I asked as he tried to recover his breathing.

"Wonderful," he gasped. I reached over and hugged him close.

"Welcome to the wonderful world of sex, little brother," I whispered to him in his ear.

I warned him about getting discovered or saying anything and he agreed. We both knew the consequences of that. He finally pulled his pants back up when his balls got a little cold due to the wind picking up. He asked me where I learned that and I told him that I fooled around with a few other guys at the camp this past summer. If he only knew which guys…

We went through the standard questions about being gay and all that. He relaxed some about what had happened and started to understand that sex was to be enjoyed; not feared. The two of us walked around and talked for the next couple of hours until dinner. I helped with it all again, and sat kneeling on the floor when no other seat was available. It was no big deal this time.

That night, after we were put to bed, Brad quietly slipped out of his bed and made his way to me on the floor.

"Trae…, *mmph*!" he said, as I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. I held up a finger for him to wait a second and he nodded.

I sat up and whispered in his ear that if he wanted to talk, then whisper. Our parents would be able to hear every word spoken if not. He nodded and moved to my ear.

"Can you do it again?" he asked quietly.

"Keep your mouth shut and I will," I warned him. He nodded that he would. "One moan or groan and I stop." He nodded again that he understood.

I quietly patted the floor next to me and he lay down. I had him roll over while removing his pajama bottoms and underpants. I bent his legs and then moved up between them. He sighed as my mouth engulfed his tool again and I stopped. I looked up to him in warning and he nodded. Brad used his own hand to cover his mouth while I worked on him again.

It was hard to believe that my own kid brother was enjoying a blowjob from his big bro, but it was happening. I slowly worked on his miniature tool and within a few minutes, had him squirming through an easy orgasm. He never made a sound and I was impressed.

I helped him pull his underpants and bottoms back on and up his legs. He rolled into the fetal position and I spooned in around him. We fell asleep blissfully within mere minutes.

The next morning, I woke up to find him right where he was the previous night. I smiled and before getting up for my workout, I kissed him lightly on the cheek. Sweats were pulled on and I hit the outdoors for a workout and run. I had to remember to push myself as I knew that was what Master Sloan would expect of me.

When I returned to the house, everyone was still asleep; lazy bums. Anyways, I stole into the room I was sharing with my brother and grabbed my breechcloth. I went back outside and after stripping down to nothing, I put the breech on and stretched out between two chairs. It was cold, but felt good on my skin after the workout and run. I was just centering my mind for the first time since the vision when my grandmother walked outside.

"What in the world are you doing, Trae?" she asked, shocked at it all. Why does everyone have to interrupt me while I'm doing this?

"I'm stretching and meditating, Mimi," I said, trying to get back to my exercise.

"Uh huh," she said, wisely. And that was the end of that conversation as she went back inside to make breakfast.

I spent the next half-hour meditating, but didn't have another vision like the previous one, thankfully. I showered and dressed for the day's events. Mainly, it was just the holiday lunch and dinner with family.

Lunch was served for all of us plus my aunt, uncle, and two cousins. Of course, I just had to show them the nipple rings for their amusement as well, but it wasn't a big thing. My cousin, Denise, actually got up the courage to play with them a little. After lunch, my grandmother had me show them my meditation pose as well. I was back to being the center of amusement again.

Brad and I played each night after going to bed. It felt natural for me to give him pleasure, just as much as I did for Master Sloan. We left for San Antonio on Sunday afternoon and got back late in the evening. Brad spent the second half of our trip with his head on my lap again. Our dad carried him inside as I helped our mom with the luggage.

The next day was a strange day. The four of us were arriving at school. I had just smiled at a joke Harry told about the two of them when I heard a voice a little ways off being nasty. An all too familiar voice, too.

"Now we have two dogs in our school?" Brian's voice rang out over the noise of the crowd outside the school. I didn't know what he was talking about or who he was talking to, but the tone of voice he was using was typical of him pushing someone around.

"When is this asshole going to learn?" I asked, handing my books to Harry. The three of us made our way over to where the voice was coming from.

"You a bitch, too?" he was asking a scared oriental boy about our age as I walked up behind him.

The boy was about my height and weight with a black collar around his neck. He sported black hair and lighter skin for an oriental. He had an angular face, more Caucasian that an Asian. I decided to take matters into my own hands again.

"No, but you're about to be," I said, warningly. He and his two compatriots turned and faced me.

"You're not as good as you think you are, Trae," he said with an evil smile. I was sure he was getting some confidence after my fight with Todd.

"You can test that idea at any time, asshole," I told him.

The asshole was actually stupid enough to do it right then. A simple side-swipe of my leg, similar to the one I used first on Jon, knocked him to the ground. I didn't waste the advantage. I reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Tightening my grip on the material, I forcefully walked him over to the wall and slammed him face first against the bricks.

"Why can't you just leave people alone, Brian?" I asked him.

A feeling came over me to duck and I did. A fist moved the air along my scalp as I heard Harry yell for me. I didn't bother turning around, but turned my hips and kicked sideways into Tommy's gut. I then turned and looked at William. For once, he got smart and stayed out of it. Tommy was sucking some serious wind on the ground. I turned my attentions back to Brian.

"What the hell is your problem, Brian?" I did a kidney punch to drive home my question and he screamed. "What is it? Why do you absolutely positively have to fuck with other people?" Another punch to his kidney.

He said something I didn't catch. I badgered him to repeat it.

"It's my old man," he said a little louder.

"What about him?"

"He says that you have to make people respect you." So, that was it.

I released him and backed away a half a step. He turned around and I saw for the first time that Brian was beginning to cry a little.

"And you think this is the best way of doing it?" I asked him, but a little softer. When he didn't answer, I went on. "There are better ways of doing it, Brian, than picking on people. How about for once, you help someone out? It'll go a lot farther in getting that respect you're looking for.

"Nice guys don't always finish last, you know?" I suggested and took a step towards him. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled a little. "Give it a try; you never know what'll happen. Because I'm kind of getting tired of kicking your ass."

He choked out a small chuckle and others around us also made small laughing noises. I turned around and Mr. Hastings was just walking up to the scene. He asked us what was going on.

"Nothing, sir; just a little misunderstanding," I said, looking at him plainly.

He looked to Brian and he nodded in agreement. Mr. Hastings kind of frowned and walked away, but I got the feeling he didn't believe either of us. I returned my attentions to Brian. We sort of looked at each other in a funny way and he walked away from me. From then on, we never got into another fight and Brian made changes in his attitude for the better.

"Hello," I said, extending my hand to the oriental boy.

"Hello," he said, smiling back and taking it. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," I said and introduced myself as Daniel.

"Ton (pronounced; "tawn"). And are you…?" He asked, looking down at my collar.

"Yeah, I am, but we can't talk here," I said and he nodded. I had an inclination as to just who his masters were, and I didn't want anyone else to hear, so we zipped up the conversation right there.

I introduced him to my two friends and we walked inside the building for our classes. As I went into class for Mrs. West's class, he followed. I was a little stunned at that, but I didn't question anything. He sat next to me in class and followed along quite well with the lesson. I supposed that he had gotten some education where he was coming from, but those questions would have to wait till later.

We sat through our morning classes quietly without any discussion concerning our lifestyle, for fear of being overheard. At lunch, Jenn and Harry joined us in the meal line and the four of us ate together, still keeping the conversation normal. I excused the two of us from them and Ton and I walked outside to a private area of the recess grounds.

"Do Masters David and Karl own you?" I asked once we were alone. He got a bug-eyed look on his face and answered in the affirmative. I smiled back at him. "I kind of knew they were looking for a new slave. How'd you meet them?"

"They bought me," he said shrugging slightly as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "I was brought here over the weekend."

"They bought you?" I was shocked, to say the least. I didn't know it could happen like this. He nodded. "You mean that you didn't choose to do this?" He shook his head, but slower now. I was now going from shocked to incensed, and from that to anger, actually quite quickly. I now had to talk to them about this.

Leaving Ton there, I marched to the office and the principal's office. I didn't bother with the secretary, but just stalked into the main part. He looked up from his desk as he heard the door open; he didn't look shocked in the least to see me.

"Close the door, Trae," he said before I could get a word in edgewise. It halted me. I thought for sure, he'd be either shocked or angry that I would disrespect his office like this. I closed the door and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I know you want an explanation for Ton," he began but I interrupted him.

"Explanation? There's nothing that can explain buying someone, Mr. Hastings. I do this because I want to, but Ton's been forced into it."

"That's true, but he's also going to get a better life with the two of us than he would if he were bought by any number of others in our lifestyle. Now, settle down, and let me explain it to you…"

He told me that he was a product of a white man and Japanese woman. As they weren't married, he was given up for adoption to save the family pride. No one wanted him due to his mixed blood, so he was sold into slavery by the man governing the orphanage. The man that bought him raised him from age three till now, training him and other kids into the life of servanthood and slavery.

"But still, Mr. Hastings," I began but he cut me off.

"I know it sounds barbaric, but you know what we're about, Daniel. You know that the two of us are not about to abuse the boy. He'll have a good life; very similar to yours, actually."

I wasn't so sure of that, but I trusted him and Mr. Dithers to do the right thing by Ton. I asked him how he was so educated, and he told me that the man that owned him before made sure he was taught more than just simple slave's skills. We talked over a few more things before I left for class again. I saw Ton in class, but didn't say anything, of course.

That afternoon, I was walking home with my two friends. Jenn was the one that broached the subject.

"He is a slave, isn't he?" She asked. I nodded. "How'd he get here?"

"You sure you wanna hear this?" I asked, making sure they understood the gravity of the situation. Both of them nodded and I reiterated the need for utter discretion. "He grew up as a slave from age three. He was an orphan and sold into this lifestyle."

Both looked shocked and appeared as if they were about to interrupt again, but I asked them to hear me out.

"Although he didn't choose this like I did, he seems okay with it. Ton told me that the place he grew up trains kids to be slaves for masters all over the world. His masters bought him and brought him here to serve them."

"That's sick, man," Harry said, looking revolted.

"Harry, six months ago, you thought that anything having to do with homosexuality was sick. Now, you may not like it, but you're not as repulsed by it. What I'm saying is; don't judge anything until you've been there. Did he seem like he was unhappy?"

"No."

"Me neither. I thought the same thing when he told me all about it. I thought that getting into this lifestyle was all about choice, and for me, it is. But, apparently for some others, choice is taken out of the equation. We just have to trust that the masters that bought him won't abuse him."

"Do you know who bought him?" Jenn asked.

"Yes, and don't ask me who it is; I won't tell you," I said, vehemently. They both knew I was serious about it and didn't ask.

"Did you say 'kids'? As in there are some girls, too?" Jenn asked.

"Apparently so."

"Cool," Harry exclaimed and I just had to laugh. Jenn was shaking her head, disbelievingly.

"What? It's okay for a boy, but not for a girl to be a slave?" I asked her, still smirking a little.

"You really don't want me to answer that, Trae," she shot back.

"And just what the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that all of it is wrong," she almost shouted at me.

"What's right and what's wrong, Jennifer? Is it wrong to enjoy yourself doing something for someone else? Is it wrong to experiment with your sexuality? Why is it wrong as long as no one gets hurt?"

"But you are getting hurt!"

I frowned at her and made a really bold, and probably stupid, move. I dropped my bag right in front of her. Deftly, I kicked my shoes off, shed my jacket and shirt, and pulled my pants off right there on the street.

"Are there any marks on me?" I asked, fanning my arms out wide to show her. I turned 360 degrees around, showing her my entire body. All of my bruises and cuts had healed by now.

"But there have been," she argued. I smiled and walked up to her, taking her face into my hands.

"Yes, there have been, but they weren't permanent. I haven't been marked up in any permanent way. So, where's the harm in it all?"

Two of our fellow sixth graders, both girls, walked by and one of the girls wolf-whistled. I bowed to them and as my two friends sniggered, I turned back to Jenn. Thanks to the cold, my nipples were getting hard; my nipple rings were pressing outward a little.

"I'm sorry, Trae," she said, crying.

"It's okay, Jenn," I said and hugged her back. "Can I get dressed now?"

They both laughed and I headed to my master's house after getting dressed again. I stripped again and headed in to see my master. He was in the kitchen, reading something.

"Master?" I asked.

"You're late again," he said, but not in a warning tone.

"And this slave deserves his punishment, Master," I said with a smirk.

I got my now standard fifteen lashes from the crop and we commensed our daily workout. It was difficult as I also had to battle a raging hard-on. When we were finished working out, he fucked me as hard as he could while on the couch. I loved every second of it.

"I met someone at school today, Master," I said while getting my breath back.

"Who?"

"A boy named Ton. Master David bought him."

"So, that's why he called," he mused.

"Called, sir?"

"Yes, he called me this afternoon and invited us to his house for dinner on Friday," he said, smiling down at me.

"Why do I get the feeling that it's you that's invited, while I am probably going to be working?" I asked with a patented smirk.

"You're right on that one, little slave," he said as I cleaned his cock of his jizm.

Chapter Thirty
Season of Giving

Ton was sitting in the chair next to me and we were talking about some classwork when one of the two girls that had seen me naked the day before walked into the room. She saw me and giggled, but still came in my direction.

"So, what were you doing yesterday, anyway?" she asked, sitting down in front of me, interupting my conversation with Ton.

"Proving a point, Jessica," I told her, then turned back to Ton.

"Oh." She turned around, but turned back around to look at me again. But this time, she was looking more at my chest. "Did you have something on your chest?"

"Yeah, so?" I asked, finally breaking off my conversation with Ton, as it was being broken up by her anyway.

"Can I see?" Oh, jeeze!

By this time, the rest of the class had filtered in, but Mrs. West hadn't gotten there yet. I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. As I spread it open she gasped.

"Oh my god…," she said, covering her mouth with her hand.

That, of course, got the attention of the rest of the class. I smirked as everyone turned around to look at my chest decorations. Even Ton seemed impressed.

"Man, that is awesome!" one boy exclaimed.

"Totally cool," came another.

"Did it hurt, Trae?" a girl asked, stupidly.

"Like a son of a bitch," I told her nodding and they all laughed.

"Can I touch them?" Jessica asked. Of course that sent a flood of similar requests through the rest of them. I nodded and told them one at a time.

We were halfway through the class when Mrs. West walked into the room. When she saw that her entire class was gathered around me, her eyes fixed on my chest instantly. I smirked back at her as she tried to get everyone to their seats.

"Can I see you outside for a moment, Trae?" she asked.

"I don't know, Mrs. West; can you?" I sarcastically retorted. She was always using that one on us, so I figured that turn about was fair play.

The class may have snickered, but she wasn't amused, to say the least. She just snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. I buttoned my shirt back up as I coasted towards the door to the hall.

"You will not embarrass me in front of my class like that again, Trae. Do you hear me?" She almost shouted at me after practically slamming the door shut.

"You're always doing that to us, Mrs. West," I reminded her.

"When I do it, I'm trying to teach you something, Trae," she commented.

"And teachers can't learn, too?"

She stopped and looked at me.

"My master underestimated me a lot when we first started my training, Mrs. West. He's learned not to do that anymore. If he can learn a thing or two, anyone can, Ma'am."

"Your master…?"

"My martial arts master," I said, almost reciting it. "Now, what did you want to see me about, anyway?"

"Oh. Right." She sort of shook her head, getting back to the main reason we were out there. "Those rings on your chest; where did you get them from?"

I thought about correcting her English, but thought better of it; once in one day was more than enough. I explained the whole thing to her the same way that I did to my parents. It took a little bit, but she got it and didn't question me about it again.

Ton and I met up with my friends at lunchtime and we sat together talking. He included himself into the conversation where it warranted it, but kept quiet the other times. I was impressed with his discipline and self-control.

That Friday, Master Sloan and I headed over to the house my two educators lived in. I was dressed in casual clothes with my harness and bindings on underneath. I had my tail tucked inside my coat until I walked inside the house.

"Good evening, Master Sloan," a young slave commented as the door opened. My master returned the greeting as I took in Ton's dress.

He was nude, with bindings on his wrists and ankles, with a collar around his neck. As we turned to step out of the way of the door being closed, I saw that a sort of hook was in his ass with a strap leading from it to the back of his collar.

"It's to force him to stand erect, Daniel," Master Sloan stated calmly to my look of shock. "Some slaves have a tendency to slouch forward a little."

He nodded slightly and then led us to his two owners. They were in the kitchen finishing up on the meal as we walked inside the room. Master Sloan turned to me and told me to get undressed. I did as I was told and inserted my tail where it belonged. Ton was both shocked and impressed with everything that I wore. I smiled at him for his reaction.

Masters David and Karl finished cooking as we two slaves set the table for the three of them. Ton and I took our rightful places while they ate and just enjoyed listening to the conversations of the meal. Afterward, I helped my co-slave clear the table and load the washer. The three men carried their talks into the living room and we joined them soon after.

"Up for some fun?" my master asked, while lovingly stroking my hair. Another ludicrous question, but I nodded, nonetheless.

Master Karl led Ton to the middle of the room and after kneeling down, had him on all-fours before him. Without saying a word, the boy reached up and unzipped the pants of his master. The cock I had once taken inside me was released and my counterpart vacuumed it into his mouth. I looked to my owner and while smiling, he nodded his permission for me to join in the fray.

I scooted up under the boy and turned over onto my back. His peter was just waiting to be tended to by someone. It was pretty much about the same size as mine, only a little thinner. I swiped my tongue down the short length of him, giving him goose-flesh all over his smooth body. I opened my mouth and pulled his hips downward to insert his digit. After closing, he gasped at the warmth of the sensations.

After a few pumps of his hips, I felt someone straddle the two of us and begin to feed a cock to his darker rump. I pealed the boy's buttcheeks apart for whichever master wanted to nail him. The hands that covered mine were all too familiar, making me realize that my own master wanted him. I continued lavishing my attentions on his small boner as Master Sloan began feeding his to a small orifice.

It was no surprise that seconds later, a set of hands were moving my legs apart. A few pillows were placed under my butt to get it to the right height for my school's principal to fuck. I groaned out loud as my tail was removed and a cock began splitting into me once again. As he drove the length of it into my hole, my legs were spread out all the way, allowing more maneuvering room. Within a matter of a few seconds, that cock was fully implanted inside my body.

"I had almost forgotten how flexible this kid is," he commented. Glad I could accommodate you.

Master Sloan had completely buried his cock into the eleven year old ass that was above me. It kind of looked odd to see that actually taking place; something that was so small accepting something so big in comparison. I had taken it many times, of course, but never actually seen it happen. Ton didn't seem to mind it in the least, though. He shook in the throws of his own dry orgasm shortly thereafter, but never let up on working his master's cock. I wondered if that was part of his training as he'd grown up.

As he wasn't entirely used to something so tight around his cock, Master Sloan came quickly into Ton's insides. Master David continued drilling into mine the whole time, also, and was working himself towards finishing. While that was going on, my master pulled out, leaking his cum downward and along the shortness of the boy's cock. I slurped it up greedily as I sucked on him.

Ton was responding well to my renewed ministrations to his cock after cumming once and it was hardening again. Master Karl suddenly pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and motioned something. Ton nodded and began rolling to the right. I went with him, putting me on top of him. Master David had withdrawn from me for the move, but planted himself back inside once I was situated again. Master Karl straddled the boy's head in front of me and inserted his cock again down his throat.

Remembering what my master had done with me, I inserted a finger into the boy's hole and felt along the lining for the nub that was his prostate. He groaned and his cock jumped once I found it. With the added stimulation, it didn't take longer than a few more strokes before he went over the top again. He shuddered through what was probably one of the best orgasms of his life.

I let him relax and recover while one of his masters continued drilling into me from behind. He himself came a few minutes later, but Master Karl took the longest before finishing. To help the process along a little faster, I reached between his legs and gave his balls a light squeeze.

"A little harder, Daniel," he said in a husky voice.

"Yes, sir," I said and did as he asked.

He came almost immediately down the young boy's throat. Ton swallowed every single bit of it without complaint. I smiled and lowered myself down to lie prostrate on the pillow underneath me.

"What about you, Daniel?" Ton asked after milking his master's cock dry.

"I'm fine, Ton," I said, smiling to him.

To be perfectly honest, I was just fine without cumming then. I enjoyed what we had just done, but allowing everyone else their fun was enough for me. Ton made to come towards me, but I held him off. For some reason or other, at that time I really didn't want to be touched. He backed off, but looked kind of hurt.

"I'm sorry, Ton," I said, smiling at him. "I just want to lie here and relax a bit."

He seemed okay with that and left me alone. The three men slipped their pants back on and sort of lay around the living room. Ton served them while I just stayed where I was on the floor.

Master Sloan and I left for the night around ten or so, following another round of pleasure. This time I did allow Ton to finish me off. Master Sloan fucked me again as we climbed into bed and then I fell asleep. I snuggled into his chest and he put his arm around me.

The next day was renewed training. Christmas holidays were coming up and we had to get in as much training as possible before that happened. It was tiring work, but he got me through it. The following Friday night, my parents were going to go to a small Bed-and-Breakfast place for an overnight stay. With a lot of persuasion, I convinced them that Brad and I would be okay by ourselves for the night.

"We'll try not to burn the place down, Mom," I told her to a fit of giggles from Brad.

At about seven or so, Brad and I waved good-bye to them at the front door. I made my way into my bedroom and grabbed a novel to read. I was a page or so into it when Brad walked in the room, wearing only his underpants.

"Trae?" he asked from the doorway.

"Hm?" I answered back, not looking up.

"Could we do what we did at Mimi's house?"

I then looked up from my book to see him as he was dressed, or undressed, rather. I motioned him to me with my head and a smile. He stripped off his underpants as I set the book aside. He jumped onto the bed and straddled my chest in one move.

"If we do, then it's going to have to be mutual," I told him.

"Mutual?" he asked.

"It means that if you want me to suck you, then you're going to have to suck me, too," I warned him.

"Okay," he said, but a little apprehensively.

"Okay, when I finish, there's going to be a little bit of liquid shoot out, but you don't have to swallow it if you don't want to."

"You're going to pee in me?" he asked, shocked.

"No," I said, sniggering slightly to his innocence. "It's not piss; it's called, 'semen'. But like I said, you don't have to swallow it if you don't want to."

He shook his head, no, and I understood. I wasn't too sure about it my first time, either, but if wasn't for my deep devotion to my master, I probably never would've done it. I began sucking him and he, of course, began to enjoy it.

Soon, he lowered himself down to all fours and began fucking my mouth with his young hips. I used all of my abilities and skills to please him as he worked himself up. At one point, I reached up and pulled his buttcheeks apart. I worked a finger to his anal barrier. At that point, he stopped. I looked up to him.

"What're you going to do?" He asked as my finger began pushing inside him.

"Trust me," I said, momentarily spitting his cock out of my mouth. He wasn't too sure, but decided to go ahead and trust me in the end. My finger breached his barrier and he hissed slightly.

"Easy, Brad," I told him. He nodded. I began gently pumping my finger into him until I'd fully implanted it inside his rectum.

His cock never relented. It was stiff throughout the whole time I was inserting my finger. I'd gotten him used to it fairly easily. I pulled out and moved my hand in between his legs and back up to his anal flower. I reinserted my finger and then probed for his miniature prostate. When I touched it, he arched his back in pleasure.

"What is that?" He asked, with obvious pleasure.

"Just enjoy it and stop the questions, Brad," I told him.

I pleasured his little button all the while continuing with his wee cock. He orgasmed a few minutes later, flopping to his stomach. I eased my way out from under him. As he lay there, I turned to look over his smooth body. I smiled as I ran my hand down his side and over his buttock. I wondered at something and decided to press my advantage.

"Will you let me do something?" I asked him quietly.

"Hm?"

"Can I fuck you?" I asked. He turned to look at me seriously.

"How?" Ah, that innocence returning again. I explained it all to him. Once again, he seemed apprehensive. "Has anyone done it to you?" I nodded. "Sloan, right?" I nodded again.

"It hurt like hell, but he's got a much bigger cock than I do. It won't hurt nearly as bad as when he did it to me last year."

"Does he still do it?"

"All the fucking time," I said with a smile.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Definitely!" We sat there looking at each other for a few more minutes. When he'd made up his mind, he didn't say anything. He just moved downward and opened up his legs for me. "You're sure?" I asked and he nodded ever so slightly.

I bent down and licked him up right between the crack, depositing some spit along the way. I then moved up to lie on his back, placing my hard-as-a-rock cock to his backdoor. I reached my arm over his shoulder to hold on to him. My hand was at his chest as I spoke into his ear.

"Ease up your butt muscles, or it'll hurt," I suggested. He nodded. "Also, as I press in, push down like you gotta take a shit." He snorted a giggle at that, but I could feel him press down as I pushed inward.

My prick touched his doorway and I eased in as gently as possible. My dick was a bit thicker than my finger, so I knew it would be tougher for him to handle. I had to be as gentle as possible, but still try to get inside him. This wasn't another slave I was dealing with; it was my virgin brother.

"Uhhh," he said as I felt my cock poke through.

"Easy, easy," I hummed to him, trying to sooth things over. He nodded. We stayed like that for a bit before I continued into him. Once I felt him lighten up a bit, I pressed onward. I was fully embedded into him only a few seconds later. I still wasn't that big after all. I shuddered as I felt myself fully buried into him. It wasn't the orgasm, but it felt good.

"You feel good, you know that?"

"Whatever, Trae," he said to the pillow.

As my left hand was the one over his shoulder and onto his chest, I decided to use the other one for his cock. I slipped it between his body and the sheet on the bed.

"Raise up a little," I told him and he complied.

I began stroking his dick and continued as he got stiffer and stiffer. Once he was fully hard again, I began to pull out of his asshole. I began timing the strokes of my hips in time with the strokes of my hand. He hummed throughout the whole new experience of being fucked. As I climaxed and shot inside him, he still had a ways to go. I didn't neglect him. He came a few strokes later. We collapsed onto my bed for a respite.

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

"Okay, but I feel like I gotta shit," he said, with another snort.

"That'll pass, little brother," I told him.

We rested for a while. I got up and cleaned up my cock and his backside with a damp cloth. I laid down beside him as he continued to just lie there on his stomach. Words just seemed too mundane for a while.

"Can we go again?" He asked soon enough. Who was I to say, no?

I pulled him towards me and we kissed. I then turned him over to lie on his back and then made my way down his small torso to his hardening cock. My warm mouth sucked him to full-staff.

"Suck me, too," I told him and he nodded. We moved around to put him on top and both of us worked on sucking each other's cocks. It felt good to be in a sixty-nine with someone again. Brad wasn't as good as Cody, but it was good enough.

As I split his buttcheeks apart again, to delve my fingers into his warm backside, I felt him do the same to me. Both of us gasped as two sets of fingers plunged into the depths of warmth that was the other. We pumped both the other's cocks and holes until we both finished again. It took some time, but neither of us were in any hurry.

Tired, we slipped under the covers with him resting his back against my front. My right arm was thrown over his, and my left under his head. We fell asleep easily, with both of us feeling loved.

Chapter Thirty-One
Singed Eyebrows

"Wanting more?" I asked.

"Yep!" He said with a grin.

"Slut!" I chided. He looked at me in question. "Never mind. Have fun, if you want it."

He nodded and continued backwards into me. I groaned as his warmth covered my cock completely. I gripped onto his stiffy and began fucking him in earnest while stroking the cock. We came just as I heard a car pull into the driveway.

"Quick! Get into the bathroom and take a shower."

He didn't question me. I cleaned up the bedroom and our parents walked in as things were getting finished up. I got into the shower shortly there after. Our parents never suspected a thing. Brad and I actually giggled about it right as I left for my lessons for the day.

"That was careless, Daniel," Master Sloan told me after giving me my daily fucking.

"Yes, Master, but it was fun," I said, smirking up at him.

He playfully slapped my face and turned away from me. We had our usual workout followed by me getting plowed on the couch with my arms tied behind my back. I so loved getting it like that; helpless, powerless to really stop it.

My grandparents joined us for Christmas as Master Sloan left for the holiday. He said that there was an out-of-town client that needed to see him. I was without him for the week my mother's parents were there. I was reduced to shoving my fingers up inside me for the duration. Not nearly as satisfying as my master's cock ramming into me, but I made due.

When the new year came around, Master Sloan and I were back to our old tricks again; a workout and a fuck. Friday nights, though, were particularly brutal as he began doing to me what he did back in November. He would work me for over five hours straight, fuck me silly for almost another hour, and I would spend the rest of the night tied up in some form or fashion.

I remember the first night of that year's weekend I was tied spread-eagled to his spare bed with a rope tied to my nuts. The rope was led over the top of the banister and to a weight. He pulled on the rope enough to get me to raise my pelvis off the mattress and I heard a "click" sound. When I tried to lower my body back down, the rope wouldn't relent. A ball gag was fit back into my mouth, and I was left alone for the night. If I made a move to raise up, the rope wouldn't give the length back to me. I was stuck like that or forced to raise further upward, shortening the rope even more so.

It was a long night. Sometime during the night, I had inadvertently moved again, shortening my freedom for my nuts. I did it again a little later on. Before the morning arrived, I was almost totally off the mattress. I was up on my elbows, trying to relieve the pain my nuts were going through. My master came into the room just as he was going to get some breakfast. I gasped as he let me down from it, but I was still to do my duties and training for the day, no matter how tired I was.

The next week, I was tied to a bench on all-fours with a dildo attached to a machine. It was crammed inside me and then turned on for the duration of the night. As it shoved it further inside me, it wasn't fast or hard, but constant and unrelenting. My asshole felt like it was on fire by the time he woke up that next day. And yet, I was still to do as I was told again.

My friends, including Ton, noticed that I was looking more and more tired the farther along the month went. I explained some of the workouts, but not the overnight exercises. For some reason or other, I felt those were too personal.

I knew better than to let my grades falter, and so I doubled my efforts on them while still trying to remain sane from what my master was putting me through. It was a time of severe trials for me. As my fellow students looked forward to Fridays, I didn't. I dreaded them.

In February, I sort of turned a corner. It was when my report cards were issued; straight A's again. I was kind of surprised, but not at the grades alone. I felt that if I can do this well with all that Master Sloan was doing to me, I can do just about anything. I smiled and hummed my way to my master's house. A car was present in the driveway when I arrived. I frowned at its intrusion into MY time with my master.

As I walked inside, I saw that it was the doctor that inspected me at the hospital after the Davis incident. But, what the fuck was he doing here? And now?

"Hello, Daniel," he said as I entered.

"Hello, Doctor," I answered with a slight bow of my head. He didn't say anything else, but left the house. I turned to Master Sloan.

"He was here to talk to me about designing a house for him," he told me without me having to ask the obvious question. It wasn't any of my business, really, but I suppose he felt like answering me. What bothered me was that it didn't seem to me like he was telling me the truth. I let it go for the time being and showed him my report card.

"Well done, little slave," he answered.

"Master…?" I asked cautiously, not sure if he'd agree with this or not.

"Yes?"

"Can I spend the night without having to be tied up? Just once?" He looked at me with a little skepticism. "I know why we're doing it, and I agree with the reasoning, but I just want one weekend free."

"No, but you won't be put in any real pain. Deal?"

"Deal, sir," I answered. I liked the compromise.

We worked out as usual, but he seemed drained of energy. I was able to get in a few more strikes than normal onto him. It was either that or I was getting incredibly good at this. That night I was tied down spread eagled on his bed, but tightly. My limbs were stretched to their limits in the suspension-cuffs. I moved my fingers around, but he used some cellophane wrap to keep even them from moving without his permission. He fucked me pretty hard that night, so I suppose he wasn't all that tired.

"That felt wonderful, Master," I told him with a satisfied smile on my face.

"Agreed, little slave," he answered and we both passed out.

The next day, we worked out again until the afternoon. He sent me home early and that was when I knew in my heart that something was wrong. I had to find out what it was. I didn't complain when I was sent away, as I had a plan hatching in my mind.

I got on my bike and, after dropping off my stuff at my house, I headed out of the subdivision. The hospital wasn't all that far away and I made it there without incident. The doctor I needed to see was actually on duty. I either got lucky, or something was going on. I chalked it up to luck.

"Hello again, Daniel," he said as I entered the emergency room.

"Can I talk to you privately, Doctor?" I asked politely, but insistently. He nodded back and we headed to a room. Once inside the room, I didn't waste any time. "Why were you at Sloan Carpenter's house?"

"What's it to you? Why were you there?" He asked, a bit indignant.

"Sloan's my martial arts master," I answered as cleanly as possible. "Your turn."

"It's a private matter between him and myself. I cannot go into it."

"Why not?"

"Doctor/patient confidentiality, Daniel," he came back with.

"Huh?" One of my own intelligent comments.

"It means that I cannot discuss his condition with anyone but him or a family member," he explained.

"He might as well be family, Doctor," I shot back with.

"Not good enough, Daniel," he returned.

"Look, Doctor, I'm concerned for him. He's been getting tireder easier lately and it's making me worried." He saw by the look on my face, now that it was non-combative, that I was genuine in my concern.

"I'm sorry, Daniel, but it's the law. I would lose my job if I told you."

I sighed. I understood his position concerning discretion; I was in the same boat. Then an idea hit me. I wondered if he would go for it. He already knew someone was having sex with me and he had kept that secret. Maybe if I offered something to him…

"Maybe we can agree on something else…?" I offered.

"Like what?" He asked, suspiciously.

"Like…?" I said, and began moving towards him, slyly. If the past eighteen months or so had taught me anything, it's that quite a few men like younger boys. If nothing else, they tend to think with their hormones.

I gently placed my hand on the crotch of his pants and looked up at him. He grabbed my hand, firmly, but not roughly.

"Not all of us are like that, Daniel," he said simply.

"Maybe, maybe not, but I do have something to offer in exchange for the information. You can do whatever you want to me as long as you tell me what's going on with my master." I continued looking up at him, imploringly, but he wasn't quite sold on the idea until I added a simple, "please?" to it.

He seemed to cave in right then.

"Anything?" He asked, but warily.

"Except kill me, scar me, or make me eat shit; yes, anything," I said, nodding. Those were some of the things that I had no interest in trying. For some odd reason, I had this aversion to getting killed.

He didn't say anything, but took out a notepad and wrote something down on it and then handed the piece of paper to me. It was an address with a time and the next day's date on it. I looked back up to him and nodded. Nothing else needed to be said. I turned and left the room and then the hospital. I made my way to the neighborhood convenience store where a map of the general area was on the wall. The address was in the same suburb that I was living in and was easily found.

I hit the sack early that evening, not knowing what I was in store for the next day after church. I woke refreshed but nervous; I was going to be doing something dangerous with someone that wasn't my master and he wouldn't be anywhere around to help. I had no idea what I was in for or what he was going to do to me. That scared the shit out of me but also excited me. It was something new. I guess I had just gotten so used to Master Sloan and comfortable with him. This was a whole new adventure.

I couldn't say what the lessons were about that day; I was so mired in the upcoming afternoon. Distracted would've been an understatement. I made it through, though, and once home, I changed and headed out the door on my bike. The ride to the doctor's house was nice and soothing, but did nothing to calm my nerves. I had to do this, though. I had to know what was going on.

I arrived and put the bike next to the house behind a tall bush. After one knock at the door, the doctor answered and ushered me inside. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"What now?" I asked simply.

"You tell me; you're the one with the experience," he said with a bit of sarcasm laced in his comment.

"I'm not a hooker, doctor," I chided back. "I just need to know what's going on with Sloan Carpenter."

"Why?" He asked. By this time we had walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa and chair opposite each other with a coffee table dividing us.

"Because I care a lot about him," I said with a bit of an edge.

"I know you told me he is your martial arts master, but I think there's more to it than that. What is it?"

"You're asking me to betray someone I love, doctor, I won't do it."

"And you're asking me to break the law." An impasse. It lasted a few long seconds before he took a breath and put it out on the table. "Tell me about your relationship with him and I will tell you what you want to know."

"That's too much," I said and got up to leave. I made it to the door and was turning the handle before he spoke again.

"Wait."

I stopped and turned back. He had a look of satisfaction on his face that confused me for a second or two. Then it hit me.

"You were testing me," I told him.

"Yes," he said, nodding, "I had to know just how good you were at being discreet. And now that I know, we can continue."

He pointed his hand at the chair I had just vacated and I resumed my place.

"Does anyone know you're here?"

"Me," I commented after a moment. He smiled.

"You said that I can do whatever I want to you, excluding what you mentioned. True?" I nodded at his insight. "Even tie you up?" I smiled at the simple suggestion, but nodded all the same. "Even--"

"--Doctor, perhaps it might go a little faster if you just told me what you wanted me to do and then we can get started," I said, interrupting him.

"Alright," he said in a matter-of-fact manner. "Strip your clothes off and pile them up on that chair."

I nodded and stood up to do just what he told me. When my clothes were piled up on the chair, I turned around to face him and placed my hands behind my back as my master had taught me so long ago. My dick was jutting straight out from my body.

"Very impressive, Daniel," he said and he seemed that way, too.

"Thank you, sir," I answered. I wasn't sure if he was insinuating my manners, my stance, or the size of my dick, but it didn't matter; I wasn't here for my fun, but his.

He stood up and upon standing in front of me, he took a leather strap and wrapped it around my nuts and cock. A leash was clipped onto the end of the strap. I was led to his garage by the leash; a strange feeling being led around by my sex organs. Chills that had little to do with the weather broke out on my arms and legs.

Once we were there, he pulled me to stand on a chair that was directly under the automatic garage door opener. He retrieved a leather belt that had eyeholes along its length that was lying on the clothes dryer. He had me put my hands together in front of me and then wrapped the belt around the wrists until it was tight and the clasp rods were through the tightest holes. The free end was passed through my arms and then raised up to the arm for raising the garage door. Locks were used to secure the free end of the belt around the bar. The chair was removed and I dropped down to hang by my wrists. My feet were just barely off the floor.

A rope was brought over and tied to my left ankle, passed through an eyebolt in the far wall, brought back, through another on the opposite wall and then brought back to my spare ankle. He wrapped it around the right one and pulled until my legs were totally parallel with the ground. Thank God for my stretching exercises from Master Sloan.

"Very nice, Daniel," he said, admiringly. Glad to be of service.

Two clothespins were added to my exposed chest, but brought little pain to my chest, as I was used to that type of stimulus. He seemed impressed with that as well. The leash that had been holding my groin was pulled outward and secured to the wall that was in front of me; the back one of the garage. I was just hoping that no one was going to try and raise the door.

He moved behind me and I heard him pull his belt out of his pants. I knew what was coming next; a fucking. Or at least I thought I knew. After a loud "WHAP!" sound and pain erupting from my backside, I realized my mistaken assumption. He didn't stop with that belt for over ten hits. I grimaced and strained under each one, but never cried out.

"Another impressive display, but you will be crying out before I'm done with you, Daniel," he informed me.

I was about to retort that he'd better come with more than that if he was going to succeed, but I decided against that particular gibe. Another lash of the leather striking tender flesh filled the air and I grimaced again. Several more connected before he was done and the belt was discarded. I bore them without crying out. A few seconds later, he ducked under the rope holding my legs apart and left the room. I took the time to gather my strength.

When he walked back into the garage, he had an ordinary black box. Through my experiences, I've learned to trust the inclination that things aren't as harmless as they seem. I gasped when he opened the lid of the box. Inside were five rows of five needles; all the same size. I groaned at the realization that those were meant for me.

"These go in different places until you tell me everything I want to know, Daniel," he threatened.

"Then we're going to be here for a while, Doctor," I shot back with. My bravado was weakening a little, but I tried, at the very least, to start out strong.

"Perhaps," he said simply.

He took the first one out and went to my right foot. I curled up my toes, but that did nothing to stop him. The needle went right into the tip of my big toe, causing untold agony. I screamed through gritted teeth. He took a sock out of the dryer and shoved it in my mouth before continuing. Another sock was tied around my head to keep it in place. The second needle pierced the toe next to the big one and I didn't hold anything back when I screamed.

The doctor looked over at me, but I didn't acknowledge anything to him. I just kept thinking of Sloan; my reason for enduring this agony. A third poked in me and another scream erupted from my throat. I was now crying, but determined. The last two were inserted into the adjoining toes, each with their own respective screams. On his way to my left foot, he pulled my head up by my chin and looked me in the eye. I looked back at him with hatred.

"Hm," was all he said and continued onward.

Five more needles pierced my other foot on each tender toe. I felt like passing out, but dared not to. God only knew what he would do to me if I had passed out. He took a small break before advancing onward to my fingers. I tried to curl them up inside themselves, but he would only poke the skin until I relented, so I gave up on that strategy. The agony was excruciating each and every time, but I held on, thinking of only Sloan and my love for him. When all ten extremities were finished being abused, he took up standing in front of me.

"Usually when I do this to someone, they haven't had their nipples pierced, but with you, that's different," he started calmly. Sorry to disappoint you, fucker. "So, I'm going to have to put all five of the remaining ones downstairs."

OH SHIT.

He pulled the first needle of the remaining five out and I felt an overwhelming, excruciating, all-encompassing pain shoot out of my groin area. That needle went through my scrotum right above one of my captured testicles. All I could do was scream and cry. I wasn't about to give in to this monster. Three others went through the delicate skin that enshrouded my jewels. I was sure I passed out at some point along the lines, but unfortunately, that didn't happen.

"One more remaining," he announced to a less than appreciative room. "Want to guess where it's going?" I didn't need to; I knew.

That thing went through my most tender of spots; my cock. My manhood, or boyhood, rather, was skewered in a most heinous manner; right on the head. I couldn't help it but shriek again. This wasn't what I had in mind when I thought about coming over here, but I had made my deal with a devil and I was in no position to escape from it.

"Well, I am thoroughly impressed with you, Daniel," he said, without a trace of sarcasm.

"Will you please take them out?" I asked once he removed the socks from my mouth.

"Only after I fuck you. They remain there until then."

"Then please do it," I asked. I thought that he wouldn't grant me my wish, but I suppose I had impressed him enough.

I heard and felt him remove his clothing and begin to move behind me. He had worked himself up enough that there was plenty of precum to use to lubricate up my ass for his cock's entry. As stretched out as I was, I was sure that he could enter me without much resistance. I held on as the familiar feelings of something fleshy touching my personal hole hit me. His cock's head pushed its way inside me and I felt full almost immediately. His cock was definitely larger than my master's.

I didn't even have the ability to grip my fingers into a fist because of the needles sticking out of them like claws on a cat. As he invaded me, it was almost like being taken for the first time again; painful and degrading. All I could do was ride it out and hope I survived this experience. His cock continued into me for what seemed like a short eternity. My inner sanctum was breeched and I screamed again at the intrusion. It felt like his cock was all the way into my stomach.

"Jesus, you're tight, kid," he commented. Fuck you, asshole.

He began fucking me properly, then. Sawing into and out of my hole without any consideration for its wellbeing. Stretched and fucked mercilessly and nothing I could do was going to stop it. My fingers, toes, cock, balls, and now my ass and even internal organs were in unbearable pain. And he wasn't stopping.

The fucking lasted over fifteen minutes, but it was the longest fifteen minutes of my young life; including when my hole's virginity was taken by Master Sloan. I may have gotten used to be used and fucked, but this was beyond even my norms. When he released his seed into me, it seemed like a geyser erupted, coating all of my insides fully and completely. I sighed, believing that it was finished. I was done, at least for a while, but he kept humping my backside.

My torn, abused hole was having to bear even more abuse. He didn't even let up for a moment after cumming. Semen was shot and he didn't stop. Without warning, though, he released my legs, allowing them to drop, but with the needles in my toes, I kept them up and off the floor. The locks holding the belt to the bar on the door opener were undone and my body dropped totally downward. He caught me before I fell, but never pulled out of my rectum.

He then dropped to his knees, taking me with him, and then pushed me forward to lie flat on the concrete floor. Once we were down and he was on my back, he angrily shoved his mammoth cock into me again, causing me to yelp in pain. My captured and pinned groin was the ones that took the most abuse, after my torn sphincter, that is. While one of his hands held my bound hands down, the other wound their fingers through my hair and forced my head into the concrete. He held his weight up with the hand on the back of my head as he pummeled me mercilessly. I would never have known him to be this sadistic or callous towards someone else. Especially to one my age.

He continued his rampage of my intestines for so long, I thought he'd never be done. The passage of time was non-existent. The only thing that seemed to exist was what he was doing to my young body. He finally released his second load of cum into me, flooding me yet again. He was done. Finally, and totally done. I was hoping he was done with me as well.

I'd been fucked before, of course, but not like this one. His cock was huge and invasive. Master Sloan and I had faked how he would "abuse" me several times, but this is the first time since I'd been "devirgined" that I'd felt this way.

"Hold still, Daniel," he said as he pulled his, finally, weakening cock out of me.

That was one thing he didn't have to tell me. I wasn't going to move an inch; not now, not ever. I was under the distinct impression that I would still be here at the Rapture (Christ's second coming, for those who don't know). They would find my body still here and decaying for all I cared at that moment.

My hands were freed and then each and every one of those needles was painfully withdrawn from my extremities. I had to roll over to have him remove the ones piercing my nutsack and cock, but otherwise, I had no intentions of moving an inch. Once all the needles were out of me, I curled into a ball and just laid there. Crying. I'll have to admit it; he'd broken me down. I needed my master, and I knew it.

Sloan.

That was my reason for doing this. One thought that went through my mind was that he would NOT have approved of this. Was it him or myself that I went through all of this for? I came to realize right then that it wasn't him but my own insatiable curiosity that brought me to this.

The doctor tenderly placed his hand on my shoulder. My instincts told me to shrug him off and tell him to go fuck himself, but I stopped short of that. I knew I couldn't run to Master Sloan with this problem; I'd have to deal with it myself.

"What do you want to know, Daniel?" He asked simply.

"You know…," I simply answered back.

"He has leukemia."

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