Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 12:00:54 -0400 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Born; Chapter Nine; 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. 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Master was correct. Having my tits pumped felt extremely erotic and my cock strained in the cage to the point of aching. I could not concentrate on my culinary duties. Instead I had to relieve myself in some capacity. I went back into the dungeon; something that I had never done before without permission. Master had left for work. I frantically went through the drawers and cupboards looking for something to have sex with. Finally I found a dildo. I grabbed some lube forcing it up my cunt. I laid down on the bed regardless of the fact that my wounds hurt deeply. With one hand I moved the dildo in and out of my vagina and with the other hand holding onto my caged slave penis. I moaned and groaned. My cock got as large as it could inside its prison. I took myself to a state of orgasm I had never experienced before by myself. When I was finished I realized that my dick had shot a load even without being hard. I cleaned up the dungeon quickly feeling incredibly guilty that I had entered the space without my Master's permission. I hoped that he wouldn't figure it out, but secretly I knew he would. I knew a punishment would come as the result, but I didn't care. I wasn't willing to admit yet; however, I was a pain pig. I enjoyed being abused. I wanted to be hurt. Little did I know to the degree I would take that over my life. The eroticism of the nipple pumps subsided. I began to deal with the exercises, while concentrating on my daily duties. I think that initial episode had more to do with what happened earlier that morning than the first attachment of the nipple device. My days consisted of preparing breakfast for Master. Cleaning. Greeting the delivery boy with the daily groceries. Pumping my tits. Teaching myself French cooking. Preparing dinner for Master. Going to bed. Starting all over again. Most weekends Master let me sit at the table for a meal or two, but not all. Most weekends Master used me for his sexual entertainment, but not all. The cock cage was always on unless I was the sexual entertainment of the moment. Over the continued weeks of our relationship, I understood more that I was there for his entertainment. I figured out that the reason I was allowed to cum was not from some benevolence on the part of Master, it was because Master enjoyed watching me orgasm. He could care less about my feelings. I became grateful that viewing an orgasm was part of his deal, because I could have had a Master who simply put my cock in the cage and never let it out. If I had a Master like that, eventually, my cock would become useless. I would no longer be able to get hard. I would lose the ability to cum and shoot cream. Things such as the occasional smile and knowing that it could be worse, kept my spirits up during the lonelier times of being a slave. The doorbell rang at precisely 10 AM just as it did most mornings for the food delivery. I opened the door with my door greeter clothes on, the only time I wore clothes, and instead of the handsome young boy who normally came, this huge, burly man in his mid-forties stood there with a bag in hand. "Where do you want it faggot?" He forcefully asked. Flustered I stammered out. "I'll take it, Sir. No need to carry it further. It is my duty." "I said, faggot, where do you want it?" I relinquished quickly, "I'll show you to the kitchen, Sir." I walked ahead of him very ill-at-ease. I felt his eyes glaring through my body. "Please set the bag on the counter, Sir. I'll see you back to the foyer." Hoping to get him out of the house as quickly as possible. "Not so fast, faggot. We've got business to attend to." The man opened his pants pulling out the biggest cock I had ever seen even on the Internet. "Get down on your knees, faggot. You are going to suck my cock now for starters." I knew better than to resist. I was no match with my scrawny little slave body. I didn't understand why this was happening. I did as I was told. I sucked the best I could but it was too much. The man forced it into me as deeply as he could without killing me. He went on with this for a good ten minutes before he took me by the scruff of the neck and dragged me into the dungeon. He ripped the clothes I had on off me. He didn't let me take them off. They were destroyed. Then he lifted me into the sling. I could not believe how strong this guy was. He put the restraints on my ankles and wrists getting me into a position that could only mean one thing. He was going to fuck me. He attached each to the chains moving my ass into the place where it could readily receive the monster. Thankfully, he did put some lube on his cock and my vagina, but there was no gentleness about his actions. Within a minute, his cock was all the way inside my bowels. I screamed and cried and asked why he was raping me. He did not answer. He plowed his man meat in and out of my cunt. Eventually, he orgasm, obviously getting off on my upset. He pulled out and walked out of the room. I bawled at him, "Let me out of here. Please, Sir. Don't leave me here." Nothing. The man left me in the sling with my extremities attached to the chains. There was no way I was getting out of this. I felt his cum dripping out of my pussy hole. I laid there and cried until I finally feel asleep. Hours went by. Master would not be home until at least six. I was hungry. I hadn't been able to prep dinner for Master. I had pissed all over myself because I couldn't hold it seven hours. The food had been left out on the counter to spoil. I was in trouble. I hoped that Master would understand that I had been forced into this and raped. I hoped. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I raised my head enough to see my Master. I thought he would come in to the dungeon in his suit upset to find his slave tied up and abused. Instead, Master was naked, hard as a rock and stroking his man meat. "Looks like you want something, boy. Looks like you want to get fuck." "Sir, I, I was raped..." "Shut the fuck up, boy. You can't rape the willing." Mr. Brown plunged his cock inside me fucking me raw and hard. He didn't use any lube. He was effectively raping me just as the delivery man had earlier. "Yeah, asshole. You can't rape the willing. You are nothing. You are nothing but a slave. If someone wants to fuck you, they will. You have no say. You are not a human. You are an animal. You are here to serve. You are a slave. Slaves get fucked by anyone who wants to. You weren't raped. Rape is for humans. Rape is for when someone does something to you that you don't want. You want to get fuck. You want to be a slave. Therefore, fuck this rape idea. Once again, fucker. Let go of that ego of yours. A slave with an ego has a much harder life. Accept whatever comes to you. You have no control. If someone comes in this house and fucks you; that is your job. Your mouth and ass are available for anyone who wants it. Fucking faggot. When are you going to learn?" At the same time that Mr. Brown was giving me another lecture on humility, he was plowing my vagina. I didn't like when the man fucked me, but I did love when Mr. Brown fucked me. He could fuck me all day. He could do anything he wanted to me. Oh fuck, I realized that Mr. Brown set this up. Shit. Then, Mr. Brown was right. Even the man earlier in the day was really just another thing that Mr. Brown did to me. And if I was willing to let Mr. Brown do anything to me, then that included some big, burly man that I didn't like fuck me. The understanding was hard to swallow, but it was true. "Oh yeah boy. That ass is nice and stretched from this morning. Fuck. He has a big one, doesn't he boy? Oh, yeah. I bet you liked it. You are such a fucking whore. My fucking entertainment whore. I see those titty exercises are doing you well. Your areolas are getting big." Mr. Brown grabbed my pecs with his hands and worked them over hard. He started slapping them and punching them while he continued to fuck my ass. I couldn't believe it but Mr. Brown was going to cum inside me while he punched my chest and nips. I also couldn't believe how hot I thought this was and how much I was getting off on this new way of him hurting me. "Oh yeah, fucker. Oh yeah. I'm going to fucking cum in your cunt. Fuck yeah. Those big titties of yours turn me on. Oh Yeah. Oh Yeah. Oh Yeah. Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mr. Brown shot his load in me. He continued to hit me harder and harder with each spasm. My orgasm was equally intense; however, I did not shoot as the cock cage was still attached. Mr. Brown stood with his cock still in me. He wasn't looking at me. He was in his own world. He kept his cock inside my cunt as it softened. I kept looking at him. I looked at this magnificently handsome man that was my first Master. I looked at how much he was teaching me. This feeling of overwhelming acceptance and gratitude permeated my being. I forgot all about the man this morning. I forgot all about being in the sling for eight hours. I forgot about pissing on myself. I forgot about that my duties had been neglected. This warmth of desire for Mr. Brown was suddenly added to by another feeling of warmth. Mr. Brown was pissing inside my hole. He had such a smirk on his face as he relieved himself in me. I have to say that I felt that this was a reward. Feeling him urinate only brought me closer to my love for Mr. Brown. My love. I had never wanted to admit that, but I knew at that moment, I loved Mr. Brown. When he was finished, he pulled out, unhooked the restraints and helped me stand. "Go clean this room up and yourself. By the time you are done, I will have dinner ready. Meet me in the dining room in an hour." I was so excited. I rarely had dinner in the dining room with Mr. Brown during the week. This had been a big day. There was such a smile on my face. Exactly one hour later, I entered the dining room. Mr. Brown was seated but there was only one place setting and only one chair. All the other chairs had been removed from the table and lined the wall instead. I looked down and there was my dinner on the floor where my normal place at the table would be. The place setting was elegant just as if it was sitting on the table. There was a placemat, silverware, crystal water glass properly iced and chilled and a delicious looking meal on the plate. "Sit boy." "Yes, Sir." I sat on the floor preparing to dig in. I was famished. Instead, before I could move because I never took a bite until Mr. Brown started, Mr. Brown took his bare foot as stepped on my plate smashing everything. "Get on your knees, boy, and eat with your mouth and tongue. Slaves don't always get the luxury of silverware. And, by the way, worship my foot during the entire meal. So, how was your day?" Master said sarcastically. ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com