Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 22:08:29 +0200
From: Gary Iles <neversaycapture@gmail.com>
Subject: Born Slave : Chapter 2

Born Slave - Chapter 2

Thanks for all the many encouraging comments so far. Here is chapter 2 and
I hope you enjoy it.

This story is fiction - of course! It is of a gay authoritarian nature and
should not be read by anyone where it is not legal for them to do so. So
stop now! There will be more chapters to follow as I remember, I mean
invent them! Comments are more than welcome neversaycapture@gmail.com

Chapter 2

Aaron's dreamworld was warm and comforting. He was not altogether without
pain. As the sun shone into the hotel room it struck his back and arse and
the nerves in both cheeks tingled. There was pressure too in his bladder
which was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and he had wished his Master
had used a soft covering for the table as it was itching his chest, nipples
and face.

Still he was contented. He was sharply awoken from this state once more by
another thwack on his arse. He jumped but he was well restrained and his
muscle action did not prove useful. It was different this time. He could
feel his Master's intentions were not for punishment but more to gain his
full attention.

The slave felt the ropes loosen on his arms and legs. He did not move. He
did not want to move but he was quickly and roughly pulled upright by his
collar. His Master's hands steadied him as he wobbled on his legs.

He tried to speak. 'Please allow me to go to the toilet...', but his mouth
was thick with saliva and his tongue had stuck to the ball gag and all that
came out was "Plaa Awwawa".

"Singing are we boy???" His Master said mockingly. "Speak when you are
spoken to boy!"

The slave felt a firm slap across his face but did not have time to react
before being pulled further backward across the room and he fell, tripped
expertly by his Master's foot.

His fall was broken by the bed. The air was knocked from his lungs and his
dick, now softer, flopped onto his belly and precum splattered up to his
belly button. He was quickly pulled by his arms up to the head of the bed
and he heard the clicks of padlocks locking his outstretched arms to the
headboard.

It was not long before his legs were also fastened.

"At last" Aaron thought. He sighed a long exhalation of breath. He had
longed for this moment. Years of being alone as a slave had brought him to
this point above all others. Blindfolded, gagged and bound. Such ecstasy.
He had locked his own legs to his own bed many times before and also one
arm but he had always had to have one arm free. This was real. This was
complete. This was what he had been born for. This was contentment. His
dick began to fill again.

This momentary pleasure was broken by a thought. He realised that he was
now naked and in full view of his Master and his friends. Exposed!

He instinctively felt he wanted to cover himself and he tried to pull his
hands down to cover his exposed cock and balls. Simultaneously he tried to
bring his legs up to his chest. Both actions failed and his movements were
not more than a few millimeters.

"Stay calm boy!" his master said reassuringly.

It was ridiculous to have this feeling. He had been naked in front of his
Master before on cam and in videos but not 'face to face', in person. He
felt naked and vulnerable. Exactly the feelings he had, in fact, lusted
after. He now appreciated the complex feelings he was experiencing. Life
was ... complex!

One problem had, for a short time at least, resolved itself. No longer
being leant upon, his bladder was happier. He wished he had had the
opportunity to pee but is might wait, for now.

"We will have to do something about those hairs of yours boy. Your pits and
pubes will have to go."

His Master had ordered him not to shave. He suddenly realised he was being
inspected and he hoped he would be covered soon. Aware again of his naked
body; he blushed. He felt humiliated. His earlier inspection had been soon
after entering the room and he had been still fuctioning on adenaline.

Fingers pulled at his armpit hair then rubbed his own scent into his nose.
He faintly detected smells other than his own ... his Master's perhaps?

Aaron jumped as stroking fingers turned into tickling ones and he tried to
gasp and wriggle away. The bonds holding him were tight in anticipation.
Arm and legs stretched fully. His writhing increase in proportion to the
movement of his master's fingers and pressure from his expert hands.

As his Master's fingers simultaneously moved down Aaron's sides his back
arched his dick flapping in the air. It was excruciating. He thought he
would faint. His his face flushed and sweat formed covering his body in a
sheen. He no longer was able to control his body and squirts of piss,
preceeded by his precum, splashed wildly about.

This torture paused as his embarrassment grew and he heard his Master's
teasing voice.

"Well boy. It looks like you need to be potty trained. A nappy might be
needed today."

Aaron cursed his parents for making him ticklish. He has been mercilessly
tickled by his brothers and sisters when he was a boy. Nothing, however,
could prepare him for this treatment and as he regained control of his
breathing snorting snot from his nose he felt he had let his Master down.
He wanted to tell his Master how sorry he was but he did not have energy
left to try.

Aaron was startled a little as he felt a hand roughly grab his dick.

"Well boy let's have a closer look at this."

His Master pulled the foreskin back on this limp dick and massaged around
the tip of the slave's pee hole. Precum and urine drops mixed as his Master
increased the range and speed in circular movements until the full area of
the dome of his dick was being massaged.

It was not a surprise to anybody in the room that the slave's dick hardened
rapidly. Precum once again oozed; scooped up by his Master's thumb on
successive rounds of massaging. The slave sighed and gasped with pleasure,
his breathing now in time with his Master's hand. This was by no accident
as his Master was experienced in such matters and the slave now appreciated
his Master's skills.

A little surprised that he was being rewarded in this way he hoped this
elation would continue forever.

"You seem to like this faggot?", his Master whispered.

"Sssiiirrrr" the slave responded in affirmation; more as a purr than a word.

Aaron felt his Master quicken and move his grip further down his shaft.
Twisting as he stroked the full length of the slave's dick, bouncing on his
balls now with each stroke.

As the Master's hand pushed down the slave thrust up with his hips. The
only movement he could make. He was close. His breath quickened in time
with his Master's hand. He was thrilled his Master was to let him cum. He
had lost track of how long he had been in the room. He did not care. He was
to be allowed to show his Master the one thing he was proud about his body.
This ability to shoot a good handful of cum which, under instruction, he
had eaten many times. He anticipated the taste and his tongue circled the
ball in his mouth as though it was circling the head of his Master's dick.

So close now. He tossed his head back and then rubbed the side of his face
in the soft mattress.

"You close boy? You gonna show me your cum boy? "

"Yeeaaah yeah ..." he cooed.

With one swift movement his Master dropped the slave's dick with a splat of
precum and resumed soft but rigorous tickling from the slave's groin to his
armpits.

Aaron gasped and arching his back he writhed in his discomfort once more.

"Ah aaahh aah aaahh ha ha a aaahh"; the morse code of a slave's torture.

Precum flew from his now rapidly softening dick in strands of light
whipping around as if it was trying to lasso his balls.

He felt an additional sensation. On the soles of his feet he began to feel
circular movements. Soft feather-like swirls. Instinctively he tried to
move up the bed and kick away the new torment. Of course he could not and
moving his feet from side to side only resulted in the tickle torture being
spread over the whole if his feet. He could hear a faint whirring sound and
imagined feathers on a motor delivering to him an awful compliment to his
Master's fingers which still dashed up and down his body.

"Ah ah ah Ahhhh Ahhhh..." he tried to scream but it was stifled by the gag.

His head felt like it was about to explode. He was close to passing out. He
could not get enough air in his lungs with the gag in his mouth and the
snot in his nose but the pain and anguish continued as his body thrashed
around.

"Nooooooo!"; He cried.

He pissed himself uncontrollably; urine flying around the room and over his
face and body and he imagined over his Master too. The humiliation of it!
The pain. The awful and utter destruction of the ecstasy he had felt only
moments earlier.

As quickly as it had started the torment stopped. The slave slumped back
onto the bed alternating panting with sobbing. He had wet himself like a
baby ... he cried like a baby!

Along with the destruction of the pride he had felt at the possibility of
presenting his Master his cum, destroyed too was the orgasmn that was to
have given him such pleasure; now denied to him.

"Well boy. You gave quite a display there."

Aaron was again aware of his nakedness. Wet with sweat and piss and precum
he ached all over. His balls ached from the broken orgasme and his muscles
ached from his uncontrollable twisting and straining of this torture. Now
he started to breath more steadily and his thumping heart calmed.

"Awwwwwh...!"

A sudden pain just below and to the left of his left nipple. Just where the
soft hairless flesh begins. No, not pain exactly. Warmth? Pinching?

He twisted away as a similar sensation touched him on his right side.

"Awwwwhhhhh...!"

Another. And another. Closer this time to his nipples. Alternating side to
side. Hot pain. Fading then pinching. Then he smelt the unmistakable smell
of wax, mixing with the precum, piss and his own sweat. It was erotic. He
could not have imagined how his body reacted. He wanted more! He wanted it
to stop! There was confusion in his mind. His chest even seemed to arch up
towards the oncoming wax in grateful anticipation only then to shy away
from the sharp pain.

Drip. "Arrhhhh..." Drip. "Arrrrrhhh..." Drip. "Arrrhhhh..."

Again, in time with his breathing, the wax fell and cooled shrinking and
pulling his skin as the warmth dried the fluids on his body and hardened
around the pores of his skin and the few hairs close to his nipples.

"Arrrhhhh ..."; he felt his nipples hardening, his cock swelling and his
brain erupting in a swirl of endorphins.

"Arrrhhhh ... "; the smell of the wax and sweat made his nostrils flare and
he gasped for more of this alluring scent.

"Arrrhhhh ... " each twist of his body pulled more erotically the wax which
had already hardened. The sting of the hot drop pierced his skin and faded
into exquisite pleasure.

Two now. He felt his Master drip wax down his left size and at the same
time over his right nipple.

Across his chest.

Closer to his balls.

His left ball sack.

His left nipple.

His right testicle.

His right side.

Twisting one way then the other, Aaron now felt the wax drip close to the
base of his dick which was hardening rapidly once more.

Drip! His dick bounced as the hot wax fell on it, cooled gripping his flesh.

Drip! Closer to the tip of his dick it bounced again.

Drip! "Aaaaarrrrrrhhhh..." the agonising satisfaction of this sweet
torment.

Dick hard and balls aching he wanted to cum. He had to cum!

Every part of his body screamed.

"Please Master ... I beg you Master ... please! Please allow this pathetic,
unworthy, faggot slave to cum!!!!"

... to be continued ...

We are interested to hear what you think about this story ... and the slave
has lots of things that he has done for his Master ... All comments are
more than welcome!

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