Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2013 09:22:45 -0500 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Born; Chapter 22; Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd Disclaimer: By entering this site you agree that you are 18 years of age or older, and that the content of this site is legal in your country or jurisdiction. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories, which can be found "Prolific Authors" section at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html and scroll to "Douglas Marx". Thank you. ------------------------------------ Born – Chapter Twenty-Two Sir Ben released me from the chains and the wrist/ankle restraints. I was crying uncontrollably at this point not grasping the amount of emotion that had come over me. Why was this whipping so much different? What happened? What was the shift in my psyche? I had been whipped many times before without such a display. Yet, I knew I was different. I fell to Sir Ben's feet kissing them and hugging his ankles and thick calves. Sir let me there for a few minutes then picked me up taking me over to the bed. There he placed me down on the side of the bed. He sat next to me pulling me to him allowing me to hug him as I continued to cry and cry. I was not even sexually aroused by holding him. Here was a most handsome, huge, burly stud of a man. I was clinging to him with all my might, yet there was nothing erotic about it. I just wanted him. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to touch me. Sir was incredibly patient. He knew I had to get it all out. I must have cried for over a half hour and he did nothing more than hold me and stroke my back and neck. Finally, the tears stopped. I looked up at him. Sir smiled at me. Sir was not much for smiles unlike his partner Phil. "Feel better, boy?" "Yes, Sir." "Tell me what you feel." Sir directed. "Sir, I am not sure other than a greater understanding of a slave's devotion to his Master." I answered. "That's a good start. You are a really good boy, yet you have been running around here unbalanced. The contrast between the hard works you do as a slave instructor, your relationships with Phil and fag; all have kept you from feeling what a born slave should feel." I started to cry again continuing for another ten minute jag. What was going on here? Sir sustained his tolerance. He wanted me to get somewhere, but where? When I stopped, Sir spoke again as he forced me to look into his eyes. "Boy, have you noticed that fag and your father are not affected by my Alpha male energy. They are the exception, yet they don't even perceive it. Why is that?" Sir asked. "I haven't noticed, so I don't know. I thought everyone was affected by you. I've seen those women clients practically wet themselves looking at you. Phil told me that you have control over him. I never really thought about fag or Dad. I just assumed." I answered. "They are not affected by me because their slave mentality is complete. They have no ego. They know they are to serve. They don't care how. They don't need anything from me. I am just another superior being to them." "Really. But I always thought that I needed to worship my master." I questioned. "Yes, most slaves want that. Those slaves still want something in return for their service. Your Dad and fag want nothing. They only serve. You, on the other hand, still want my attention. You are good at controlling yourself; however, I always feel your lust. Phil advised you not to demonstrate neediness to me. He was right. I don't want a slave that requires constant attention. What is the point of having a slave like that? In those situations, the slave is really the Master and the Master is really the slave. You have done well to avoid that trap. You learned from your previous master. That behavior was barking up the wrong tree." I bowed my head in disappointment with myself. "Yes, Sir." "Don't be too hard on yourself, boy. You are still young. You are still learning. You are a born slave and you do 90% of the requirements of slavery well for me. Are you willing to go further?" Sir asked. "Yes, Sir." I answered with no hesitation. "Are you willing to serve me with no expectations?" Sir queried. "Yes, Sir." "Good. There is a great paradox here. When you let go of your desires, your desires will come to you. You are already doing that because here I am today. Your Master is paying attention to you today. Have you not thought of what it would be like to serve me regardless of ever having sex with me? Without ever being whipped by me? Without me giving you any attention?" "Yes, Sir. I have. In the past few weeks, I started to realize that I would devote myself to you whether you touched me again or not. The thought was frightening, but I began to accept the possibility." I explained my deepest feelings to him. "And what happen? Your big, hunky, masculine Alpha male Master is now holding you; talking to you; stroking your naked body." I burst into tears one more time. Part of me wanted to unbutton Sir's shirt and feel him closer to me. Yet, that was his point. I was to want nothing and I would get what was best for me. And, then it happened without my doing anything. Sir started to take his shirt off as he held me. Soon my face was buried deep into his massive chest and luscious hair. He was comforting me. I knew then he wanted me to succeed as his slave. Sir's hand moved down to my moist hole. I started to groan as the tears were subsiding. My cock that had been flaccid during this entire conversation started to arouse. Sir stood up. "Take my shoes, socks and pants off boy." I was down on my knees in a heartbeat. Sir was barefoot in no time and naked soon after that. Sir's cock was rock solid. I took no initiative. I would only do as asked. Sir leaned over my back playing more and more with my vagina. Sir grabbed some lube making sure my cunt was ready. Sir then pushed me back onto the bed to insert his gun deep in me. My clit opened for him as if it had always taken something so large. Before, Sir's cock had hurt some. Now it slid in. I must be coming more ready I thought. When Sir pushed until he was totally inside me, I looked up at him. Our eyes met. He smiled at me again. I gave a slight smile hoping it was just enough. "Oh yeah boy. Your fucking cunt feels so hot today. You love to serve a man with your pussy. That's what boys are for; serving men with their pussies. Oh fuck yeah. Hot pussy cunt. Hot boy ass. Hot slave ass. Oh damn. You are fucking incredible. The best cunt. The best whore. The best slut. Fucking bitch. Take my man cock. Take your Master's muscle. Love it. Make it feel good. Wrap you bowels around it tight. Fuck yeah bitch. Fucking hot whore. Damn. Hot queer meat. That's right baby. You are a fucking queer and you are fucking queer for me. That's it boy. That's it. Tighten around me baby. Make me hot. Work your love cunt. Work it. Make love to my dick with your pussy. Fucking bitch. Oh man. Fucking hot bitch. Take me baby. Take me. Fuck. Oh damn. Fuck..." Sir was a wild man. He was pounding my ass hard. He large paws where holding onto my ass cheeks directing my cunt where he wanted it. I was screaming at the top of my lungs "Oh Yes Sir!" Over and over again. I was in such ecstasy I could hardly notice anything. I glanced occasionally at his massive body. I saw how strong he was. What a man he was. His hairy nipples were bouncing all around as his slammed his body into my ass over and over again. "Fuck yeah bitch. Here I come, asshole. Here comes your Master. You ready for his load. You ready to be his slave. You ready to receive me. Take it fucker. Take my fucking load. Never let it out. Absorb it into you cells. Then you will be devoted to me forever. You will want me always. Fucking cunt. Fucking bitch whore. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Here I come, fucker. Here I come. AAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Master shot into me. I thought he would tear my insides. There were at least five or six massive eruptions. His volcano burned inside me. I would make sure his jizz never left me. I would hold it in me knowing the gift he gave me was the most precious gift a slave could receive. Thank you Master Ben. Thank you. Sir collapsed onto my tinier body. His weight was almost suffocating me, but I was more than willing to lose my life from asphyxiation at this moment. What a way to go! My sticking cum was between us matting his belly hair. Sir finally rolled over to one side taking me with him. He held me deep in his arms for a long time. Then he told me to suck his nipple while we took a nap. That is how we finished our scene. I sucking his man tit as he lightly snored. The next day I came to breakfast naked. I didn't have my jeans and chef jacket on. Sir Ben smiled; Phil, not so much. We had our typical chat over breakfast and went our separate ways for the day. I walked into my classroom to teach naked. The slaves were surprised. I didn't say a word. I simply continued with our lessons. Phil walked into my classroom about fifteen minutes before the lunch break. He walked right up to me, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard right in front of the slaves. I grabbed him and kissed back. What was this about? Phil did not let up. He kept kissing me deep. My cock was rigid pressed up against his clothed pelvis. I could feel his equal rock wanting to be released from its confines. After about five minutes of holding me tight he moved to one side and slowly started to jack my cock. I thought, `Oh my god, in front of the slaves. This is hot.' I never looked at what was going on in the room. I was only focused on my lover's affection toward me. Phil never stopped kissing me the entire time. He manipulated his hand to move up and down my shaft a little faster and a little faster until my ringed penis shot load after load all over the floor. It was then that I started to be aware of the moaning going on in the room. Some of the more homosexual oriented slaves were kissing and jacking each other off. The more straight ones were simply jacking on watching the scene. Every single slave spurted within minutes of my orgasm. I did not care at all what was going on with the slaves. Phil had me so focused on him. As I calmed down, Phil just kept kissing me lighter and lighter. He worked down my neck. He knelt down licking the last drippings of my jizz off my cock. He came back for one more kiss giving me a taste of my essence. He leaned back a little, smiled and looked me deep into my eyes. "He got you, didn't he?" Phil accused. "What do you mean?" "Ben got you. He took you. That is why you are naked today." "Yes, Phil. Sir Ben took me. We had a long talk." I responded. Phil kissed me on the lips one last time and walked out. Talk about a disheveled girl. I feel against the wall attempting to adjust myself back to the class. If I had had a blouse and dress on, I would have been straightening myself up trying to look presentable as if in a movie scene. Since I was naked, I simply did a little hand brushing of my hair and said, `Class dismissed." The class went off to their noon lunch served by fag and his slave crew. I went off to the house kitchen to have lunch with Phil and Sir Ben. I got almost to the door and I heard Sir and Phil screaming at each other. I had never heard them fight before. They always kept their differences away from me and the others. I stood there wondering if I should go somewhere else; however, I couldn't help myself. The argument was about me. Phil yelled at Sir, "Don't take him all the way Ben! Leave some for me!" Sir responded, "Oh come on Phil. He's a born slave. Let me take him there." "No. He may be your slave, but he's my lover. You and I are partners. We always agreed that if another comes into our lives we would share him. Now we have one. You have the slave that you've always wanted to worship and devote himself to you. I have a lover that fulfills my dominate self that I can't have with you. Remember, I am a top too except when it comes to you." Phil's statement floored me. This information had never occurred to me. I didn't realize that I was their third. Jesus, I'm dense sometimes. "I know Phil, but it would be so much fun to take him there." Sir Ben argued; however, weakly in comparison to Phil, which surprised me. "Ben, I don't want Jim to be another slave like fag or his Dad. I will let you take him close to the mentality of those two, but not all the way. Jim must have a little non-slave left in him. I love that part of him. Don't take that away from me. We have slaves come through here daily you can have your fun with destroying their egos and making them like fag and Dad. Not Jim. No Ben. No!" Sir Ben retreated. I never knew he had that in him. "Alright Phil." Sir Be acquiesced. "Jim is for both of us. I promise I will not take him "there". I will leave some for you. We will share. You are right. He is the best. We could not have asked for a better third." I started to cry understanding that there was a lot more going on here than I ever dreamed possible. Phil and Sir Ben both wanted me and they clearly wanted me to be their third potentially for the rest of our lives. I was flattered. I was grateful. I was moved. I was honored. I was more happy than I ever thought possible. Sir Ben was right. When I let go of my desires, they would come to me. I still didn't move from my hiding place outside the door because for a moment there was silence. Then, I started to hear something. I heard sex. I peeked through the doorway just a bit to see Phil naked on his back on the kitchen table while Sir Ben was fucking the shit out of him. I had only seen them have sex once before and that was a brutal, rough time where Phil was angry and crying after I was whipped. This was completely different. This was plain old man-on-man, top/bottom, fuck the hole, plow an ass, cream some bowels, masculine sex. I observed that there was a distinction in the sex they were having. Since Phil was a dominant top as well, their fucking took on a completely different energy than a natural top fucking a natural bottom. Phil was as aggressive as Sir Ben even with his butt hole being rammed by the beer can. The look in their eyes, the intensity of the manliness, their lust, their hunger was phenomenal. Here were real men having real man sex. Phil did not have a cunt like I did. Phil had a man's ass that was accepting a man's cock. The grunting, the sweat, the straining, the bulging blood veins, the hyper-strength these two men displayed to each other; it was fucking incredible to observe and I shot a load not even realizing I was jacking myself off. "GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Was the sound made as Ben blasted a load of his juice into Phil. Phil was making the exact same sound. There was a synchronicity to them. I may never understand Ben and Phil's relationship. Fag told me not to figure it out. But on this day I learned a little more. Fag was right. Their relationship was solid. They could fight. They could fuck. They could bring in a third, yet nothing would ever come between their experience of each other. ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com