Date: Sat, 23 May 2009 18:25:44 -0400
From: Matt W <matt10019@gmail.com>
Subject: Bred Slave - Part 7

The following is a work of fiction.  All characters are over 18 years of
age.  There are depictions of sexual acts and homoerotic themes.  Please do
not read any further if you are not legally eligible or would be offended by
the material.

CHAPTER 8 - CUM DUMP

"I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you.  I couldn't...I," she stammered
breathlessly.

"Shhh," I placed my finger gently to her lips.  "I know.  It wasn't your
fault.  It doesn't matter."

Ali smiled with a mix of relief and seduction.  I moved my finger away from
her lips, traced it along her soft cheek, and then gently taking the back of
her head, I pulled her lips toward mine.  We both closed our eyes as our
lips met.  As my tongue snaked its way into her mouth, our moist lips
gliding over each other, a sense of calm washed over me.  I felt safe, and
happy, and home.

Gently, she placed her hand to my chest, pushing me away just long enough to
rip her blouse open.  With a sly smile, I pulled my t-shirt up over my head
and tossed it aside.  I tingled as she ran her soft hands over my bare
chest, and I reached behind her to expertly undo the strap of her bra.  She
lunged forward, and in moments we were tousling about in the bed,
unbuttoning each other's jeans, slithering out of our pants and underwear as
we desperately ran our hands over each other, straining to keep our lips
connected at the same time.  I rolled on top so that she was pressed beneath
me, feeling her heat radiating against my bare skin.

Ali looked up at me innocently, "I'm sorry it had to come to this.  We
shouldn't have waited, I should have just..."

Again, I pressed my finger to her lips.  "It was worth the wait," I
whispered, leaning down for another kiss.

In a surprising move, she giggled, rolling us over until she was on top.  I
grinned, as she looked down at me triumphantly.  Reaching between her legs,
she licked her lips as she wrapped her soft fingers around my throbbing
cock.  Leaning down, she flicked her tongue against my lips.  "Are you
ready?"  she whispered.

I nodded anxiously, swallowing with nervous excitement as she gave my cock
several strokes.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Ali mouthed suddenly, her sweet
voice replaced with a thunderous male bark, ripping me from my dream.

My eyes popped open to find Ryan glaring down at me through the bars of the
cage in his closet.  I sat up in a dazed panic, my body coated with a sheen
of cold sweat.  Ryan had gone out for a while and left me chained in the
closet cell because I had finished all of my chores earlier that day.  He
was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt.

"I said, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" he repeated angrily.

Realizing quickly that I had drifted off to sleep curled on the floor of the
closet, I looked down in horror to find my right hand clenched around my
hard cock, a drizzle of precum leaking over my fingers.  I swallowed.  Over
the past week, I had been told over and over that I wasn't supposed to touch
my cock for anything other than washing.  I hadn't cum since that night in
Ali's room where I discovered the truth about my inherent slavery.  For the
most part, I'd been too distracted or too exhausted to even think about
jerking off.  However, after a week of training, things had started to slow
a bit.  I'd begun to adjust to this routine, however fucked up it was, and I
was starting to feel horny again, like my old self.

"I...I'm sorry, Sir.  I was asleep..." I stammered, letting go of my
deflating cock.

"I don't want your fucking excuses," he snapped, flinging open the cage
door.  "Get your ass out here.  That was a mistake."

Shamefully, I crawled through the doorway on my hands and knees, the chains
rattling between my wrists and ankles, feeling a growing sense of dread in
the pit of my stomach.

"Stop," he ordered, as I had just cleared the doorway.  "Get up on your
knees.  Before you move another inch, you need to dispose of that nasty
slave precum.  Can't have you trailing it across my room."

"Yes, Sir," I said dejectedly, as I pushed up onto my knees.  I didn't need
to ask for clarification to know what he meant.  Swallowing, I looked down
at my nearly flaccid but still leaking cock, and using my left hand, I
gingerly squeezed the remaining discharge of precum into my right hand,
where the rest had leaked, and reluctantly brought the hand towards my
mouth.

"Lick."

"Yes, Sir."  I winced as I ran my tongue quickly over the small puddle of
clear goo.  Fortunately, I had already tasted it in the dungeon, and I knew
that it wouldn't be as bad as it seemed.  Still, my cheeks burned at the
notion of being forced to digest my own precum simply because I had leaked
it without permission.  When it was gone, I rested my chained hands on my
thighs and lowered my head in shame.

SLAP!

His hand connected with my face.

"Something you wanna say, cunt?"

"Yes, Sir," I trembled in shock from the surprise slap.  "Thank you, Sir."

"Get your bitch ass downstairs, and wait by the front door with your leash,"
he commanded.  "We're taking a field trip."

Fifteen minutes later, we were back in the dungeon deep in the basement of
the main house.  I had been freed from my house shackles, but now my arms
were spread wide above my head, each wrist attached to a chain and leather
cuff dangling from the ceiling.  Ryan was between my legs, attaching a cuff
to each of my ankles that were joined by a rigid bar that forced my legs
wide apart.  When he was done, I was standing completely spread-eagle,
balancing my weight between the balls of my spread feet, and the wrist
chains from above.

Ryan stepped back to admire his work.  He gave me a satisfied snicker, and
retreated into a dark corner of the room behind me.  As before, there was a
single lit bulb above me, with the rest of the room shrouded in shadows.  I
tested the chains lightly, as if there was any doubt that they were secure.
My muscles were tensing involuntarily, in nervous anticipation of what was
to come.

I jumped at the sudden snapping of latex behind me.  A glove.  He stepped
slowly back around in front of me, adjusting the glove on his right hand.

"Bet you were expecting a finger up your ass?  You'd like that, wouldn't
you, slave?"

"No...no, Sir," I responded.

"Oh that's right.  A finger is nothing in a slave cunt like yours anymore.
Need a good sized plug to really fill it up these days," he mused as he
pulled a white and blue tube out of his back pocket.  My face burned a bit
at the reference to my stretched ass.  I had graduated quickly from the
small plug to a larger size, and was now sleeping regularly with my ass
stuffed.

Flipping open the plastic cap with his left thumb, he held it up and
squeezed a generous amount of blue gel onto his latex covered hand.  He
massaged the gel quickly between his fingers, and stepped forward.  I
swallowed as a strong whiff of menthol filled my nostrils.  His hand was
coated with a sheen of some sort of heating gel typically reserved for sore
muscles.

"No, please Sir," I begged, squirming in my bonds as best I could as he
reached for my exposed cock.

"Shut up," he snapped as he grabbed hold of my flaccid dick and stroked it
quickly before sliding the slick glove down to my balls and massaging a
coating of gel roughly into my scrotum.  "You knew better than to try to
pleasure yourself without permission, and you did anyway.  Now, you suffer
the consequences.  Sucks to be a slave," he gave me an innocent shrug
followed by a wicked smile before disappearing behind me.  "And, just for
good measure..."

"Gah!" my eyes widened as two gel coated fingers suddenly pushed into my
exposed ass.  I could already feel the heat building in my crotch, and soon
there would be fire in my ass as well.

I heard the snap of latex again as Ryan pulled the glove off and threw it
onto the dungeon floor.  He retreated further back behind me, leaving me
dangling uncomfortably in the spread-eagle position as the gel really began
to take effect.  The sensitive skin on my genitals began to burn as if he
had lit it on fire.  Grunting uncomfortably, I began to twist and turn from
the discomfort.  And moments later, an entirely different type of fire broke
out across my ass.  I yelped loudly, lurching forward from the force of
whatever it was that Ryan had whipped across my ass.

"That's for breaking a major law for slaves," he barked.  "What is it?  What
law did you break?"

"I touched my cock, Sir," I mumbled, nervously anticipated the next flog.

WHACK!  The leather strap snapped across my right abdomen.

"Whose cock?" Ryan demanded.

"Mine?  I...I mean, yours...Sir!" I stammered, absorbing the sting.  "It
belongs to you, Sir."

 "Oh, really?"  he mused, sliding the leather flogger over my skin that was
now crawling with goosebumps.  "And, what do slaves need in order to touch
things that don't belong to them?"

I swallowed.  "Permission?  Sir?"

WHACK!  "Then, why..."  WHACK!  "Did you..."  WHACK!  "Do it?!"  WHACK!
WHACK!

"Gah!  Ughn!"  I cried out as he emphasized his words with a flog to various
parts of my chest and stomach.  "I...I'm sorry, Sir!  I was asleep...I"

WHACK!  I lurched forward as he cracked the flog against my burning ass.

"Shut up!" he snapped.  "I told you, I don't want excuses.  I want respect."

"Yes, Sir," I sniffed back a sob, the burning sensation from the heating gel
on my genitals mixing with the sting of the floggings.  I hung my head
shamefully.

Ryan stepped around in front of me, lifting my chin lightly with the strap
of the flogger so that he could look me in the eye.  "And, I don't think you
respect me, slave," he sneered, emphasizing the word.  "Is that true?  Have
I failed to earn your respect?"

"Yes, Sir...I mean, no Sir.  You have it Sir..."

He smirked.  "Yeah?  Then time for you to prove it."  He let the strap drop
from under my chin, and stepped back.  "Pop quiz cunt: which way does cum
flow for a Master?"

I swallowed, raising an eyebrow.  "Uh...out, Sir?"

"And which way does cum flow for a slave?"

My eyes widened slightly, and I could feel my cheeks flushing a bit.  "In,
Sir?"

He bopped me lightly on top of my forehead with the flogger.  "Ding ding.
Ladies and gentleman, it has a brain.  Maybe my father's prep school dollars
didn't go to waste after all."

Tossing the flogger to the ground, he stepped forward and began to unfasten
my right wrist from the chain above, and when it fell free, he moved to the
left.  I wanted nothing more than to comfort my burning cock and balls from
the gel, but I clenched my fists and restrained myself from touching them.

"Time to learn a new position.  On your knees," he snapped.  Taking hold of
my right arm, he helped guide me down to the cold floor, as the spreader bar
between my ankles made it nearly impossible without falling.  "Hands behind
your back.  Chest out, shoulders back, lift your chin.  Now, your mouth, I
want it open as wide as you can."

"Yes, Sir."  Nervously, I complied, the hard floor cutting into my
kneecaps.  I swallowed quickly before opening my mouth until I could feel a
strain on my jaw.  Already, I could feel saliva pooling on the back of
tongue.

Ryan began to pace slowly around me.  He pulled his t-shirt over his head
and tossed it to the side.  I had noticed that the neckline was damp with
sweat.  It was warmer in the basement that day than I had remembered it a
week ago, and my punishment had apparently gotten him hot.

"As you have been made well aware, a slave has many uses," he began to
explain, pushing my head back a little further.  Placing both of his thumbs
against my top and bottom teeth, he gingerly ratcheted my mouth a bit
wider.  "One of the more important uses we have yet to explore is that of
receptacle for its Master's seed.  Cum dump, for short."

I could feel my face flushing, and sweat forming at my brow as he paused to
let the concept sink in.

"And that's what you are, isn't it?  Look at yourself," he chided.  "Nothing
but a naked, collared, waste of jock meat on his knees begging for it.
Practically drooling."

I felt his finger wipe some of the saliva that was escaping out of the side
of my gaping mouth and wipe it across my chin.  Wincing my eyes tightly for
a moment, I tried to displace myself from the situation.

"From now on, when I say that I need a cum dump, this is how I want you."
Ryan stepped in front of me squarely.  With little effort, he unfastened his
jeans and pushed them, along with his boxers, down past his knees.  He gave
his cock a quick pump so that it swung freely away from his sweaty balls and
thighs.  "It isn't all bad news today, slave.  Your destiny is about to be
fulfilled.  No true slave is worth shit without a gut full of cum."

I coughed slightly as I swallowed some of the pooling saliva in the back of
my throat to avoid choking.  My breathing increased, and I could feel more
sweat breaking out over my body.  I'd nearly forgotten the burning sensation
in my groin and ass, worried more about what was expected of me next.  I'd
gotten used to seeing Ryan casually naked, not to mention when he first
ground his cock and balls into my face the week before.  I guess I always
knew what would happen next, but I didn't know if I was prepared for it.

He shuffled a little closer to me, swinging his dick in my face.  Giving it
a few pumps, he smiled as he sprang quickly to a full erection.  "See boy,
nothing gets me harder than using a bitch.  Now," he said as he wrapped his
right hand around the back of my head and guided his hard cock toward my
gaping mouth with the other hand.  "Take it in...all the way...there."

I gagged as the warm, veiny member slid into my mouth, resting on my tongue
and filling the airway.  My eyes popped open and I thought I was gagging.

Ryan placed his other hand behind my head.  "Relax your jaw.  Hold it in,
right there.  Taste it.  Feel it on your tongue...breathe through your
nose," he instructed, his voice a little softer.  "And for fuck's sake, keep
your teeth out of the way."

I followed his advice and calmed down a bit, shifting uncomfortably on my
knees as I held his cock reluctantly in my mouth.  After a few long moments,
he began to buck his hips a bit, sliding it slowly in and out between my
lips.

"Begin to lap at it with your tongue.  Suck gently," he ordered, the pace of
his breath increasing slightly.  "I'm going to fuck your face for a few
minutes. Try to keep up."

I complied, doing as best I could to suck at the throbbing cock and avoid
gagging and scraping it with my teeth.  My cheeks were beet red and I had
begun to sweat profusely.  My grunts were stifled by the cock plugging my
airway as he fucked my face.

After a few minutes he stopped, and abruptly pulled his cock out along with
a long string of saliva and precum.  He wiped it on my cheek, "Catch your
breath."

I gratefully gasped for air, choking a bit, and swallowing the mix of saliva
and precum left pooled in my throat.

"You're doing well for a new cunt, but so far I'm doing all the work.
Open," he ordered, and I complied.  He inserted his still rigid dick back
into my mouth.  "Your turn.  Get me off.  Stay on your knees, keep your
hands behind your back, and make love to my cock like your life depends on
it because you're not moving from that spot until your stomach is full of
your Master's hot cum."

I went to work as best I could, rocking back and forth on my knees,
straining my neck to work my mouth around his dick.  After the initial
humiliation subsided, it just became another chore, another task I had to
complete as part of this crazy fucked up job I had signed up for.  Each day
I had lost more of myself, and now faced the ultimate in degradation as I
desperately lapped at my former friend and Master's cock awaiting the
impending eruption of cum with a mixture of dread and anticipation.

"Ooh yeah, boy.  Here we go," Ryan grunted, as his breaths became shorter
and he took hold of my head once more to brace himself.  "UHHHHhhhnnnnn!"

He groaned loudly just about the time a hot jet of gooey liquid rocketed
against the back of my throat.  I nearly choked, but he held tight to my
head, keeping his spasming cock lodged deep within the confines of my mouth.

"Don't...fucking...spill...a...drop..." he ordered, gasping between
shortened breaths as he continued to unload his seed into me.  "Just let it
slide...all the way down.  Good cunt."

I struggled to swallow as fast as I could, my eyes starting to water as I
felt as though my air supply was running low, and a mixture of emotions
overwhelmed me as his sticky cum coated my throat.  Shuddering, I could feel
it sliding down into the pit of my stomach.  But, I wasn't fast enough, I
gagged, and I could feel a trickle of cum oozing out the side of my mouth
and running down my chin.

"I said, not a drop!" he snapped, his voice returning to normal as he began
to pump his dick, squeezing out the remaining deposits of cum.  "I'm pulling
out now.  Keep slurping like the slut that you are."

My face flushed as I continued to suck at his slippery dick, feeling it
deflate as he pulled it from my mouth.  I gasped for breath, my tongue
coated with the taste of his cum, still feeling the escaped trickle running
down my chin.

SLAP!

Before I even had a chance to recover, he backhanded me across my right
cheek.

"Stupid bitch!  Rejecting a Master's cum is one of the worst offenses a
slave can make!"

"I...I'm sorry, Sir, I..."

"Shut up and fucking get it down your fucking throat!"

I jumped and immediately brought my hands to my chin, scraped the escaped
cum onto my fingers and shoveled it into my mouth.

"That's more like it," he smirked with approval.  "Now, what do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir," I said, dejectedly.  The weight of what I had just
accomplished rested heavily on my shoulders.  Instinctively, I lowered my
head in shame.

"You're welcome, slave.  Plenty more where that came from, but you'll have
to earn it.  "In one swoop, Ryan pulled his jeans and boxers back up,
fastening the button.  "Get up.  Present your cock."  He reached down and
grabbed both of my biceps, pulling me up to my feet.

I was shaky, and with my ankles still locked on either side of the spreader
bar, I was unable to get up on my own.  When I was balanced, with my legs
already spread, I repositioned my hands in the small of my back, arched my
back and thrust my hips forward as I had done repeatedly over the course of
the week, allowing full access of my genitals.

Typically, I'd receive a quick inspection to ensure that I'd shaved
properly, or just generally to reinforce my inferiority to him.  Even though
I had been horny enough earlier to jerk off in my sleep, I was now as
flaccid as ever due to my nerves.  As Ryan disappeared behind me into the
shadows again, I could sense this would be more than a typical inspection,
and I was right.

He stepped back in front of me.  "Well slave, since you've demonstrated to
me that you can't be trusted to keep your hands off your dick like you are
supposed to, I have no choice but to lock it up to make sure nothing like
this happens again."

I took a sharp, nervous breath, keeping my chin up and eyes forward as
ordered.  "Yes, Sir."

His warm fingers took hold of my flaccid cock, and I felt it stir in his
hands.  "Don't go getting excited now," he warned.  "I'll just have to hurt
these balls till you go soft."  I strained to keep from getting hard as I
felt something hard, like plastic, encircle the base of my balls and cock.
There was a metallic snap of a small padlock holding the ring into place.
Then, I felt him take hold of my cock and feed it into what felt like a
tube, and then another snap, and he released my cock.  "There."

I felt my junk drop between my legs.  There was a noticeable heft to the
plastic encasement, but it wasn't entirely uncomfortable.

"A chastity device," he explained.  "Lightweight, simple and effective.  You
can piss normally, well sitting down, but that's normal for you now.
Getting hard, however, is out of the question."

"Yes, Sir," I acknowledged, nervously.

"Your dick will remain locked up until you prove that you can be trusted not
to touch it," he warned.  "And I will be the one to decide when that is.
Full display!"

I snapped to attention as he barked the order.  "Yes, Sir!"  I straightened
my posture, and placed my hands behind my head, holding my elbows out wide,
trembling slightly.

Ryan began to pace around me slowly.  "Big day for you.  You're learning
much more about what it means to be a slave.  Am I right?"

"Yes, Sir..."

"What did you learn how to be today?"

"Uh...how to be a slave, Sir?"

SLAP!  He backhanded me across the left cheek.

"Dumbass.  You ARE a slave.  What did you learn how to BE?"

I took a nervous breath through my nose, racking my brain.  I could still
taste Ryan's cum on my lips. "A cum dump, Sir?"

"Good.  And what do cum dumps do?"

"Receive their Master's cum, Sir..."

"Where?"

"Down their throats, Sir?"

"Right.  But, how many holes do male slaves have?"

"Uh...two, Sir?"  I asked timidly.

"Oh, really?" he asked, playing dumb.  "Where else can I dump my cum besides
your throat?"

I swallowed, my face flushing as I spoke.  "My ass, Sir..."

"Oh?  Should I deposit my cum there next time?"

I hesitated.  "If...if you want, Sir."

He snickered.  "What a slut.  Too bad you're not ready for it.  I'd rip that
pussy of yours open and then you'd be good to no one."

I flushed with humiliation.  He basically forced me into asking him to fuck
my ass, only to leave me rejected.

"Aww, disappointed?" Ryan taunted, giving me a playful pat on the cheek.
"Tell ya what, since you were such a good cocksucker today, I'm going to
bump up the size of your butt plug tonight.  You can imagine it's your
Master's cock inside you, only knowing that it's not as big.  And, best of
all, you won't have to worry about accidentally jerking off while you dream
about it.  Sound good?"

"Yes, Sir," I agreed without really having a choice in the matter.  In fact,
the idea was all together degrading, but I had crossed the point of no
return.  Degrading had become the norm.

He squatted down in front of me and began to unlock the cuffs around my
ankles, releasing the spreader bar with a clang on the cement floor.  "Get
on your knees."

I dropped to my knees, keeping my hands behind my head, as I hadn't really
been instructed any differently.  He disappeared behind me again for several
long moments.  I took advantage of the opportunity to really catch my breath
and compose myself.  Absorbing the shock and humiliation of sucking a man's
dick, swallowing his cum, and now having my own manhood locked up literally
as well as figuratively.

I was completely spent. Exhausted.  As usual, I was not privy to what time
it was, but before Ryan had gone out and I had drifted to sleep in my closet
cage, I had assumed it was fairly late.  I could only pray it was close to
bed time.

Moments later a metal bucket dropped to the ground in front of me, soapy
water sloshing over the side.  No such luck.

"The dungeon floor is filthy, slave," Ryan noted.  Whether it was true or
not was irrelevant.  It was a cement floor.  "You have work to do."  He
dropped an old toothbrush on the floor in front of the bucket.

I looked down at the toothbrush, and then up at him in confusion.

SLAP!

"Is there a problem, bitch?!" Ryan asked, raising his voice in warning.

I shook the sting out of my cheek.  "No, Sir."

"Then what are you waiting for?  You're not going to sleep until you go over
every square inch of this dungeon with that toothbrush, and I don't give a
shit if it takes all night.  That alarm is still going off at 4:00am," he
warned.  "Not to mention, I know how much you are looking forward to that
larger plug filling up your ass later.  Think of it as a reward for a job
well done."

"Yes, Sir," I acknowledged, defeated, and picked up the handle of the
toothbrush, dunking the head into the soapy water.  I ran the wet bristles
over the dry cement in a circular motion, barely wetting two square inches
before I needed to re-dip the brush.  It was going to be a long night.

Ryan watched me for several minutes, eventually picking up his discarded
t-shirt and tossing it over his bare shoulder.  "I've got better shit to
do," he remarked, walking towards the dungeon door.  Flipping a light switch
on the wall, the dungeon was suddenly flooded with light as all of the
overhead bulbs were illuminated.  I winced, looking around at the expanse of
the room and the seemingly acres of cement I still had to brush clean.  "But
don't even think of cutting corners or you'll start all over.  I'll be
checking in on the security cams."

"Yes, Sir."

Ryan left the dungeon, slamming the door behind him.  He would come back
eventually, probably long before I finished scrubbing, but that was his
prerogative, not mine.  I continued to run the brush over the dry cement in
small circular motions.  My knees were already throbbing from the
unforgiving cement, and the muscles in my forearm were already cramping.
The work was pointless, that much was clear.  But, it was punishment.
Tedious, unimportant, and pointless, just like the way I felt at that
moment.

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