Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 10:28:21 -0800
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Born; Chapter 24; Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd, inc

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Born – Chapter Twenty-Four

The first night sleeping in the middle of Phil and Sir Ben was an amazing
event.  Here were two of the hottest men that I have ever had the pleasure
of meeting and I was sandwiched between them.  No amount of masturbation
fantasies would have prepared me for this experience.

One thing I learned very quickly was I became a cum-dump for Sir Ben.
Every morning I would awaken to this mass of man pushing me over on my
stomach, grabbing my ringed nips with his beefy paws, and inserting the
beer can/baseball bat cock into my cunt.  He loved to fuck me in the
missionary position.  I was barely able to breath with this weight on my
back.  He mauled my tits as he unceremoniously and coldly fucked a load in
me.  Most days Phil simply got up going to the Master bath to get ready for
the day.  Sometimes he would force his cock down my throat after my morning
rape when Sir Ben was gone.

This routine consistently led me to being late to start my day with the
slaves.  I informed them what was happening to me only because I felt it
important for the slaves to understand that providing service to Master
preceded all other commitments.

As the third in the ménage, my sexual times increased dramatically.  I
stopped having sex with anyone else except for the weekly show where
Dr. Gatz and nurse Master fucked me.  I missed the intimacy with Adam and
his calm demeanor.  We rarely saw each other or spoke.  I felt I was now on
my own; that my spiritual advisor released me to have my own understandings
and my own conclusions of life.

This period of my relationship with Sir Ben and Phil took me to an
addiction level sexually.  The experience was more what I fantasied about
as a boy.  I became a sex slave.  I still worked.  I did my job.  But my
primary function was that of pleasing these two men.  Even Phil, the one
that was gentle and loving to me, who told me that I was his lover, became
much more aggressive with me.  He expected my service at any time.  I had
lost myself with these two men.  I became an object.  This very much
surprised me.  I knew they both loved and cared for me so on a certain
level this was quite odd to be treated in this manner.  The affection they
both demonstrated to me before we officially became a ménage was gone.
I was a cum dump, a whore, a bottom slut, a sex slave.

And the farther this went, the piggier I became.  Phil took to fisting me.
Between Phil's fist and Sir Ben's cock my cunt soon looked exactly as
Adam's.  My innards, my rosebud flopped out.  Phil also took to whipping me
frequently.  I got more scars on my back.  More than I ever had before.
The moment the wounds were completely healed, Phil would tie me in the
center of the dungeon marking me some more.

One day I was informed by Sir Ben to go see Dr. Gatz.  I was extremely
frightened by this order because Dr. Gatz was our resident specialist in
body modification.  Over the few years that I had been an adult slave, the
only modification to my body was the ringing of my nipples and cock plus
the pumping exercises that allowed my areolas to protrude from my chest
over ¾ of an inch.  What was Dr. Gatz going to do to me?  I never
questioned Sir Ben.  Adam had taught me that I was under their control
having no say.

"Lie down here, Jim."  Dr. Gatz told me to get on my back on the operating
table.  Tears started to stream down my cheeks.  "Now, Jim.  I'm not going
to harm you.  You are not losing your testicles.  Ben and Phil enjoy your
orgasms too much to have that happen to you.  We are going to do some
decorating though.  Ben has informed me of the need for some artistry on
your body."

I whimpered out.  "What are you going to do, Sir?"

"I am going to tattoo across your chest in Old English Text the world
"SLAVE".  The results I believe will be very attractive."

As the tears continued to roll down my cheeks, I didn't say another word.
I felt there was no need for further discussion.  Sir Ben was definitely
pushing the limit were I would go to that place that he had promised Phil
he wouldn't take me.  And, Phil was also pushing me towards that slave
place like Adam or my Dad.  Finally, though, I had to admit that I was the
one who was letting myself head in that direction.  I could have objected
or at least discussed with my partners where we were headed.  I didn't
because I was going down a very slippery slope of sexual depravity.  I knew
it.  I refused to do anything about it.

Over the next few weeks, I was not touched by Phil or Sir Ben as the
process of the tattoo unfolded.  They were gracious enough to let me heal
without the added burden of sex. I surprised myself by having an extreme
masturbation session in Dr. Gatz's office after each session creating the
art on my body.  I found the pain of the tattoo needle to be very erotic.
I now understood why some love their bodies completely covered in ink.

I had to admit when it was done, I was extremely pleased with the results.
I felt the markings were a nice addition to my body.  One that would remind
me of what I was whenever I looked in the mirror.

The intensity of life on the farm went to the extreme.  Looking back, Dad's
maximize profit ideas with the featured buyer of the straight virgin male
slaves was getting the best of all of us.  Sir Ben was moody; more so than
usual.  Phil was losing his happy-go-lucky self.  Both were taking the
frustrations out on me.  As their third, their bottom and their slave, I
took it besides I was so slutted-out wanting Sir's cum in my cunt and
Phil's cum, whip and fist anytime I could get it, I was not thinking
clearly.

This went on for close to a year.  I looked in the eyes of each of my
lovers seeing their upset and exhaustion.  Had I not been such a selfish
slave, I would have been able to speak up.  Unfortunately for all of us, I
was so into being sexually used by them that I was unable to say "stop".

Finally, Adam grabbed me one day almost forcing me into our old room.
"What's going on Adam?  What are you doing?"  I said.

"Jim, this has to stop.  You are losing it.  You are drained.  The three of
you are a mess.  This was not supposed to be this way.  The three of you
were going to be lovers.  Instead, you three are simply sex and work pigs.
Don't you see what is happening here?"

I don't know what it was about that moment; however, my spiritual slave
advisor got through to me.  Oh god.  He was correct.  We were just going
through the motions of work and sex.  The joy of it all was gone.  I did
not give my all to my slave students.  Sir Ben was brooding constantly and
angrily fucking me every chance he would get.  Phil had stopped smiling.
Adam was right.  This had to stop.

"But, Adam.  What can I do?  I can't break the cycle.  It has to come from
Sir Ben or Phil or both."  I said.

Adam agreed.  "I wish I knew a way.  You are correct.  The change has to
come from them.  I just wanted you to snap out of it to be aware of what is
going on.  For me, I'm on the periphery of this.  I am just a slave serving
them.  You are more.  You are their slave and their love.  I just hope that
something happens before it is too late for the three of you."

"But what about you?"  I asked.

"Jim, remember, my slave mentality is so complete, my circumstances are not
relevant.  I wouldn't say I was happy here right now, but happiness is not
my place.  I am only here to serve."

"Thank you, Adam.  Thank you for waking me up."  I walked out of the room
immediately going to see my Dad.  I had not seen him in a while one on one.
I was too into myself.

"Hi Dad."

"Hi Jim.  Nice to see you."

Dad looked exhausted as well.  There were papers everywhere on his desk.
Dad always kept a neat desk.  Clearly, the work was getting the best of him
too.

"Dad, I'm in trouble.  Phil and Ben are crazed and I feel as if our entire
relationship is on the brink."  I exclaimed.

Dad's response surprised me.  "I'm glad you're here because you are spot on
about what is happening.  The three of you are out-of-control sexually and
work-wise.  The business is maxed out.  If the pace doesn't slow down, the
whole thing will implode.  And, I mean the whole thing; your relationship;
Ben and Phil's relationship, the slave business and the catering business.
Unfortunately, I have not been able to get through to either of them.  When
we discuss the business Ben doesn't want to hear that it's too much.  He
wants more just as he wants more of you."

"As for you, you are on the edge.  If this goes much further, you will
become like me and Adam.  You will become a complete slave.  If you do
that, your relationship with Phil will be over.  He will no longer be
attracted to you."

All the while Dad was talking he was stroking his cock.  I had never seen
it so rock hard.  I knew that what he was saying was the truth.  That if I
went "there", which I was real close to doing, Phil would leave me; Sir Ben
would tire of me; and I might as well head to the save auction now.

Yet, on the other hand, my pussy was getting moist.  I kept looking at Dad
stroking his dick.  Why was he doing that?  Dad wasn't a top.  Dad was the
last bottom slave.  I never saw a more complete slave than my father.  Was
he trying to prove a point?  "Dad, why are you stroking your cock?  Do you
want to have sex?"

"No, Jim.  I don't want to have sex.  I want to fuck you.  Here is a
defining moment in your slave life.  If you let me fuck you, you will
become like me.  Just as when you fucked me the night I told you I was a
slave.  When you fucked me that night, I lost myself and became an object.
If I do it back to you, the same thing will happen.  The consequences are
dire.  If I fuck you, ultimately say goodbye to Phil and Sir Ben.  Say
goodbye to me and Adam.  Say goodbye to everything here because Ben will
sell you so fast you won't know what happen.  Now, what will it be, Jim?
You want my slave cock up your cunt, or do you want a life with Phil and
Sir Ben?  It's up to you."

I hungrily looked at Dad's dripping cock.  Was I really willing to sell
myself so short for another cock?  And, a slave cock at that.  I looked at
it some more.  My mouth was watering.  My pussy was wet and spreading.  My
own dick was solid with the ring bouncing at the tip.  I stood up.  I
turned my ass around bending over.  Dad could penetrate me right here.  I
wanted another cock up my cunt no matter who's it was.  I felt Dad getting
closer.  The energy of his body was right next to me.  I knew his cock was
inches away.  Was I really going to destroy my love of Phil and Sir for
this one fuck?  Dad's cock touched the rosy lips of my vagina; the vagina
that was so much more luscious as the result of Phil fisting me.

Oh no.  Phil fisting me.  I had forgot.  Regardless of how insane our
relationship was right now; Phil fisting me was the best thing we had
going.  I did not realize that fisting is the ultimate connection between
two men.  When Phil's hand is in me manipulating my bowels, when his arm
disappears into the dark cavern; that is when Phil and I express our love
for each other in the finest fashion.  Phil.  Oh Phil.  I can't leave Phil.
I have to fix this.  I have to change this situation.  I want to be a part
of Sir Ben's life, but I want Phil more than life itself.

Dad's cockhead was starting to penetrate me.  It was now or never.  If he
went any further, I would lose Phil.  Was I that much of a whore that I
would lose the love of my life over another cock and particularly my slave
Dad's cock?

I screamed pulling away from Dad, "NO!  Don't Dad.  Please stop!"

I fell to the floor crying uncontrollably.  Dad just let me sob.  He didn't
come over to comfort me.  He went back to his desk and started working
again.  My Dad was a brilliant man.  He had sacrificed so much in order to
raise me.  What had just happened was the ultimate lesson Dad wanted to
teach me.  My level of appreciation for him was unmatched, but I didn't
tell him just then.  Instead, I ran out of the room without even saying
goodbye.  I could thank him later.

As I headed into the kitchen, Sir Ben was standing there waiting.  "Come
with me, boy."

I wanted to shriek, `But, but...  Sir Ben.  No.  I want to talk.  I want to
tell you something...'  Instead, I said nothing.  I followed orders.  I
bowed me head following my Master to the stage.  When I walked into the
room, everyone was there.  The slaves were all seated.  Adam, Dr. Gatz and
nurse Master were in the front row.  Only Dad was missing.

On the stage was a naked Phil.  He was bound with rope around his ankles
and thighs.  His wrists were tied with his arms lifted about his head
chained to ceiling hooks.  This was a standard whipping position for Sir
Ben.  Fear flooded my body.  I had finally figured out what was wrong, yet
I had a feeling it was too late.  The look on Phil's face was that of pure
terror.  I had never seen anything like it.

There was another set of chains hanging from the ceiling.  I knew what was
going to happen.  I walked immediately to my place with no resistance or
questioning.  Within moments, Sir Ben had me bound exactly as my partner
Phil was across the stage.

We were facing each other.  We had been here before.  This scene was eerily
familiar, yet I sense something different was going to happen.  The last
time we were in this position, I was whipped while Phil watched, cried and
screamed.  Sir Ben had never laid a hand on Phil.  Phil had no marks on his
body from being the top/bottom to his lover and partner.  I, on the other
hand, was scarred deeply several years into my servitude.  Mr. Brown had
been the first to scar me.  Sir Ben had done his fair share.  In the past
year of the depravity, Phil had given me the most wounds.

Whish!  The bullwhip lashed across Phil's back.  I screamed out, "NO!"  But
there was no stopping Sir Ben.  Phil never uttered a sound.  Tears were
streaming down his face.  I kept screaming.  I was crying.  The audience
was stunned.  No one had ever seen such mercilessness.  At one point, I
actually observed blood splash to the floor.  Phil was beginning to lose
consciousness.  Was Ben so upset he was going to whip Phil to death?  My
god, Sir is not stopping even as Phil passed out.

From of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Gatz and nurse Master getting very
uncomfortable.  I thought I saw them say something to each other.  All of a
sudden the two of them rushed Sir Ben.  They did it at a moment when Sir
Ben had his back to them.  Sir Ben was so into the intensity of harming
Phil, he completely lost noticing his surroundings.

Dr. Gatz grabbed Sir Ben by the neck in a chokehold.  At the same time,
nurse Master kicked Sir Ben's legs out from underneath him.  If nurse
Master had not done that, Sir Ben could have punched Dr. Gatz and got out
of the attack, but between the element of surprise and the falling, Sir Ben
could not move fast enough for the strong and more flexible duo.

"Tie him!"  Dr. Gatz screamed at the slaves.  The slaves reacted.  They
grabbed some rope.  They didn't know any better.  Adam sat there.  He was
the only one who understood slaves don't do that.  The rooky slaves still
had the outside world influence in them.  Sir Ben was bound within a
minute.

Dr. Gatz went to the medical facility coming back with a syringe jabbing it
into Sir Ben's arm.  Sir Ben was out in an instant.  Dr. Gatz instructed
the slaves to leave Sir Ben on the floor and help Phil and me down.
Dr. Gatz took Phil immediately to his medical room tending to the massive
wounds on Phil's back.  Nurse Master unchained me from my witness stand.

I ran over to Adam, grabbed him and starting crying uncontrollably.  Adam
just held on to me.  The slaves left back to their quarters by orders of
nurse Master.  Nurse Master followed Dr. Gatz then into the medical center
to treat Phil.  Suddenly Adam and I were alone in the room, except for my
hunky drugged Master, which was oddly quiet after all the drama and
commotion of just a few minutes earlier.

Finally, I was able to calm myself to talk to Adam.  "Oh Adam.  It's too
late.  Phil and Sir Ben..."  I trailed off.

Adam spoke, "Actually, I don't think it is too late.  Maybe something will
come of this.  No one has ever challenged Sir Ben.  This is new territory."

The slaves came back on Dr. Gatz orders.  They lifted Master taking him to
Gatz's office.  Adam and I followed.

When we walked in the room the slaves were strapping Master down to a bed.
I saw Phil racing over to comfort him.  He was beaten up; lucid, but
drugged for comfort.

"Oh, Phil.  I'm so sorry.  This is terrible.  You are hurt and it is all my
fault."  I exclaimed.

"How is this your fault, Jim?"  Phil enquired with slurred words.

"I should have known better.  I should have not been so selfish.  I got so
involved in wanting your cock.  I got so involved in wanting Sir Ben's
cock.  I didn't see want was happening to the three of us.  This is not the
way I envisioned our three-way relationship."  I was bawling through my
explanation.

"Jim, we are all three to blame.  I was just as selfish wanting to cum in
your throat daily.  We all became pigs.  This is not the way I envisioned
our relationship either.  I knew you would be a cum dump for Ben, but I
thought I would treat you better.  We are all to blame..."  Phil drifted
off closing his eyes saying no more.

"Dr. Gatz, what are we going to do?  Is Phil going to be alright?  What
about Sir?"  I asked.

"Jim, Phil will be fine.  The scarring will be minimal because this was his
first time being whipped, yet there will be some serving as a reminder.  As
to Ben, I will speak with him when he wakes up.  You will just have to
trust me that I can get through to him."

"Thank you, Sir."  I took one last look at my two passed out partners and
walked out of the room with Adam.

"Can I stay with you tonight, Adam?"

"Jim, you know you can't do that.  You have to go back to your quarters.
Phil will be ok enough to sleep with you tonight.  Ben will probably be
tied up until Dr. Gatz feels he is not a danger to himself and us."  I
smiled slightly kissing Adam on the lips and giving him a big hug.  We
departed and I went back to my room.  I didn't feel like eating anything.
I just wanted to be alone.

Hours later nurse Master helped a groggy Phil into our bed.  He was such a
beautiful man.  He smiled but didn't say a word.  I held him tight with the
two of us falling asleep in each other's arms.  I knew at that moment that
Phil was truly the love of my life.  I wished he didn't come as a package
deal.  I didn't know if I cared much for Sir Ben anymore regardless of
whether I was a slave and had no say.  Even a slave can get to the point
where he can't get past something.  I was not sure I would ever get past
what Sir Ben had done.

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