Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 11:14:34 -0600 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Born; Chapter 23; 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-Three Lying in bed with fag that night I talked to my spiritual slave advisor about the events of the past twenty-four hours. Naturally, he saw the wounds on my back from Sir Ben's whipping. He noticed that I was walking a little bowlegged from Sir Ben's fucking. More than anything he observed a sense of peace in my normally anxious heart. "Fag, I am Sir Ben and Phil's third. I had no idea that they felt so strongly about me." I expressed after explaining how I overheard them argue about me then fuck. "Yes, Jim. You are their third. I have known that for some time. They both love you dearly. You should be extremely happy." "I am fag. I am. You just called me by my first name for the first time. Why? I queried. "Because, Jim, you have shifted mentally. You are much closer to my slave mentality now than you were yesterday. Therefore, even though I said I would always call you Sir, I no longer can do so. I hope you are not upset about that." Fag expressed with concern. "Fag, I'm not offended at all. I like that better. Our relationship has changed over the past year. I am quickly losing my dominant side. There is no sense in calling me something that I can no longer live up to. Calling me Jim feels best." I comforted my wonderful friend. "Tell you what. I will start calling you Adam. I named you "fag" during my anger phase. Since you say our relationship is different now, isn't time I be more civil and call you "Adam"; your real name?" I concluded. "That will be fine, Jim. That's sounds nice; although I have no feeling of you being derogatory toward me at all when you called me "fag" even from the beginning. I know what I am. I am a homosexual bottom slave. Politically correct terms have no bearing on whom I am a person and a slave." Adam stated. Adam continued. "You realize, Jim, our being together here every night sharing this room will be coming to an end. I predict in the foreseeable future that Sir Ben and Phil will want you in their quarters. I will miss you; however, I told you from the beginning that we would not be together forever. I suspect at some point Sir Ben and Phil will sell me." "Oh no, Adam. They can't sell you. I won't hear of it." I exclaimed. "Jim, if you are going to be their third under the guise of both a submissive bottom and a slave, you have no say. Remember, I like being here, yet I have never had an expectation that it would last forever. True slaves understand that. True slaves do not attempt to manipulate circumstances. True slaves accept. True slaves know that their master always discerns what is best for them." "Wow, Adam. I don't think I will ever get to that complete sense of peace you have with life. You are amazing." "Thank you, Jim. I don't wish to hurt your feelings, but I don't think you will either. From what you are saying about their argument, Phil does not want you to assume the slave mentality I have. You have another side, Jim. You have a side born from your growing up working so hard to support yourself while waiting for a master, which conflicts with your born slave side. Phil likes that part. He likes that personality. He likes that feistiness. That is what attracts him to you. That is what he loves about you. He would never be satisfied with a slave like me. I am too docile. I am too accepting. Promise me you won't go "there" as Phil and Sir argued about." "Ok. I promise." "And, remember, in my opinion, Phil is the real keeper in this situation. Always serve Sir Ben, but remember that Phil's love for you is stronger. He told you that if he wasn't with Ben, he would have asked you to marry him. Remember that. That is important." Adam explained. "Ok." I leaned over kissing Adam. I almost wanted to cry with the thought that we would be separated someday; that I would no longer sleep with him. That he may be sold. He was my spirit. He illuminated the world to me. What would I do without him? We held each other masturbating our slave cocks spewing loads on each other's bellies. We fell asleep in our arms never bothering to clean up the mess. The next day I dressed in my normal attire. At breakfast that morning, Phil was all smiles because I was wearing clothes and Sir Ben was not amused. They would just have to work it out amongst themselves I thought. Dad called a meeting of the seven of us; Sir Ben, Phil, me, Adam, Dr. Gatz, nurse Master and him. When we were all situated at the conference table in Dad's office, he switched into corporate businessman mode. "I asked you all to come this morning because I have some news about the business. I have found a wealthy client that wants straight virgin middle-aged men. He will take every single one we can find. I assume he wants to make them slave bitches, but that is none of our business. This means that we can increase production because these men will not require the intensive manservant training program we offer. "Dr. Gatz will still permanently remove their body hair. He will also install the history computer chip in their arm. Most importantly, though, Dr. Gatz will now attach a chastity device to each slave's penis. And, I mean every slave here. Not just the ones for this client. We have to make sure the straight virgin men remain so during their brief time at the farm. That means none of you can fuck those slaves. You can still fuck the young ones or the queer older ones, but not the straight ones. "Speaking of fucking, I have decided we should have an "introduction to gay sex" class once a week for all the slaves, straight or otherwise. I feel that this will be a valuable selling point that our slaves have a general understanding of what might be in store for them. Also, this will put the fear of god into the ones we are selling directly to this one client. The client wants them to be very afraid. "Our theatrical review will consist of the following: Sir Ben will whip me until I bleed and cum. He will then mercilessly fuck me with his beer can. That is my favorite part of the play." Dad joked and everyone laughed. "Jim will be fucked by nurse Master and Dr. Gatz. He will be "forced" (Dad put his hands in the air in quotes) to suck one off and get fucked by the other or both. Finally, Adam is going to become a fisting slave. Phil has the perfect hands for fisting. The goal here with Adam's ass is eventually when Phil fists him his insides will come out. This will really send the slaves over the edge. "Now are there any questions?" Dad asked. No one said a word. I noticed that each of us either had bulges or in the case of Dad and Adam who are always naked, hard ons. I think we could have put on the production as a dress rehearsal right in Dad's office, but we restrained. We all had work to do. Dad finished, "Ok, if no one has any questions, then the presentation is over." Dad slumped down in his chair exhausted from his dominant role he displayed for those few minutes. Then, I saw him come back for a second to say, "This starts immediately. Dr. Gatz will install chastity devices on all slaves this morning. Also he will tattoo a "V" on their upper arm for virgin on each of the men to be sold to our special client. You can't fuck them. They are money." Dad was adamant. We all walked out with a chuckle as I saw Dad retreat back to being a slave. In my mind, I bet he had to go back to bed to nap from all the energy it took of him to become a dominant executive again. I felt sorry for him. I got a glimpse of what the last twenty years of back-and-forth and living with Mom must have been like for him. What a cost my Dad made for my upbringing. He lost many good years as a permanent slave knowing that he wanted to make sure that I grew up well. I never forgot the sacrifice he made. I loved him more than ever. I wanted to make him proud. The routine was all disrupted that morning. By the time Dr. Gatz installed the devices and tattooed the straight virgins it was time for lunch. When I got back to class, the straight male slaves were gone. They did not return. They must have been processed out right away. I thought that my life would be a little easier now, but Sir Ben increased the number of slaves coming through the facility. Within a few weeks, we were running at a capacity we were at prior to the offering of specialized manservant slaves. What I thought would be an easier time, ended up being a frantic pace. None of us had any time for each other during the day. We had all been able to have little trysts with the slaves or each other. There was no time for that now. Thank god for the weekly theatrical review. I think Dad's idea was more about us having fun together than influencing and scaring the slaves. I must say the play was hot. Dad always continued to amaze with his ability to be whipped and cum as the result. On top of that, even after cumming, Dad could take Sir Ben's baseball bat up his ass with glee. Dad was perfect for Sir Ben. Sir loved slaves with the complete submissive mindset. Dad was that and more. Sir always said that Dad was their best slave purchase ever. He was the epitome of what a good slave should be. Dad was also extremely happy with Sir Ben. I felt that Sir Ben was Dad's ultimate Master. Sir was the Master Dad had looked for all his life. Dad gave Sir all of himself. Few could ever stand getting fucked by Sir's cock after already shooting a load and having an orgasm. Dad's mental service was such that his pleasure didn't matter. For Dad, Sir's liking was what was important. That is how Dad could take such an incredible massive piece of meat up his cunt. This act was a demonstration of Dad's devotion. Adam's ass slowly over time became so pliable Phil's hand, wrist and most of his arm would disappear into the inner sanctum of Adam's bowels. My lord, Adam was not that big. Watching Phil fist him made it look as if Phil had inserted himself into Adam so far his fingers would come out of Adam's mouth. Adam became a pro. I actually think that Adam had found a sexual calling. He became the last fist whore exposing a gaping rosebud of his lower intestines turning his insides out. I believe, though Adam would never admit such, he develop a crush on Phil. Fisting is the most intimate of sexual experiences. Allowing another man to be that far into your soul as a fistee; the trust that is necessary; the giving that is required; the ecstasy experienced; all lead to a bond different, and perhaps deeper, that any other type of sex between two men. The feeling was probably mutual with Phil, which bode well for Sir Ben and Phil keeping Adam on as a slave. I was happy to see the closeness. As for me, I had not enjoyed my sexual encounters with nurse Master back when I was under his care during my recoup at Mr. Brown's. I had much trepidation the first time we performed on stage for the troops. I thought I would continue to hate nurse Master, but this time it was different. First nurse Master and Dr. Gatz were a couple, which I did not know. Therefore, their choreography of our sex was amazing. They knew each other's needs and rhythms. All I really had to do was open wide on both holes. Since I was a professional slave bottom slut, this was simple. And, oh my god, what a fucking hot body Dr. Gatz had! He was extremely well-built; had a big ole' Jewish piece of male sausage with a stunning dark-haired chest and super hairy arms. I lost all concerns and inhibitions that first time on the playhouse floor. I got into it big time taking each man's cock deep inside my throat and cunt. I became ravenous to taste their cum. Unfortunately, the demonstration involved at least one cumming on my face. Money shots were important to the show. Luckily after the audience got a good look at the hot cream dripping down off my forehead, cheeks, chin and lips, I could wipe the jizz off with my hand and taste the deliciousness of their seed. Another requirement of the show was I had to eat both of them out. And, I don't mean a little taste. I had to clean. I had to make their man holes shiny with my saliva. My tongue needed to be sucked all the way inside their butts. They both had delightful, meaty, muscular round glutes. I buried my face to the point I thought I would die from lack of oxygen. What a fucking way to go! This show became pure torture for the slaves. They all had cock chastity devices on now. They could no longer masturbate. They could no longer fuck. They could no longer orgasm. I don't give a damn if you are straight, gay or somewhere in between; watching a live sex show would give any horned man an overwhelming need to release. Yet they couldn't release. They couldn't cum. They couldn't orgasm. This was a marvelous torture. What little sadism I had left in me enjoyed knowing these slaves were tormented more by this than even the whip. Class the next day was always fun because they all had this glassy-eyed look on their faces undressing me with their eyes remembering the witness to what their teach had done the night before. One morning at breakfast Sir Ben and Phil made an announcement. "Jim, you are moving in with us today. After breakfast, Phil will help you put your stuff in our bedroom. You are officially our third today." Sir Ben finished eating and walked out. I mused to Phil, "I guess that was our marriage proposal." Phil laughed. "Ben is a man of few words. And, yes, that is as much of a proposal as you are going to get Jim so be happy with it." I responded, "Phil, I am deliciously happy. I love you and I love Ben. I will miss Adam terribly, but this is such an honor. I feel that I have received more than I ever dreamed possible." "I feel the same, Jim. You are the love of my life. I want to be with you always." Phil said. "Phil, I have to ask you. If I'm the love of your life, then what is Ben?" Phil's face fell a little. "Ben is my partner. I am under his spell. He is not my Master, but he is close. If we are to be together, he is part of the package." I smiled stating, "Phil, I'm happy he is part of the package. I think, like you, he gives something to both of us that we can't get from each other." "True." That was Phil's last word as he came over to me, undressed me and started to kiss me all over. We were going to make love here in the kitchen. "Phil, I have to get to class." Phil completely ignored me and I ignored my schedule. When Phil kissed me, I melted. I would never get this tender love from Sir Ben. Phil wouldn't get this from Sir Ben either. Now I understood why we were a threesome. Phil and I could be lovers; could play the good vanilla couple; could address our needs for tenderness and care. Sir Ben gave us the other part. Sir Ben fulfilled our servile needs. Sir Ben provided our inner pig release. We were going to be a good match; all of us offering our role to the party. I undressed Phil without letting go of his lips. My hands felt his stunning, taught body. Our hard cocks were pressed against each other as we fell to the floor of the kitchen. The floor was a little chilly, but we didn't care. Phil got up for a second to grab the butter off the table. He slicked his cock up along with my ass. This was so fun using such a crude product as butter up my hole. Soon my legs were in the air supported by Phil's strong arms. I looked up at him smiling as I took in how handsome he was. There was the lovely matt of chest hair covering a three percent body fat toned stud. His smile melted a room and me. We just continued to look into each other's eyes as he rested his seven inch meat in my cunt. Slowing Phil increased his rhythm in and out of me. He brought his cock all the way back then shoved it deeper each time. We never stopped looking at each other. I loved the control he had over me. Sir Ben was a stud, but Phil was more. There was something extremely spiritual about him. There was something extremely spiritual about the two of us together. The closest of any other experience would have been with Adam, but Adam was a bottom and Phil was a top. He dominated me spiritually. Adam advised. Phil started to moan deeper and deeper. I knew he was going to cum shortly. I wanted to cum with him so I grabbed some of the butter in my hand greasing up my cock. We timed our cadences together until we blasted our respective loads. Phil collapsed onto of me as his cock plopped out of my ass. We lay in silence for several minutes holding each other after our first lovemaking session since the official announcement that I was in a relationship with Phil and Sir Ben. Eventually, Phil looked at me, gave me a kiss, slapped me on the butt and said, "We need to get a shower and get your things to our room. You have a class to teach." ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com