Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 18:31:12 -0700
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy, Chapter 13

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations
and/or acts.


Cigar Boy, Chapter 13

The next morning I woke up but Mike was already up and out of the bed.  It
took me a few minutes to work the soreness out and get moving.  Mike had
really fucked me hard last night and I could still feel it.  I reached down
to feel my ass and I could feel how puffy it was, and slimy.

Getting up I could hear a lot of cheering and hollering outside so I
figured something was going on, but it was going to take me a few minutes
to get ready.  I found my jeans and boots.  I never could find my jock or
shirt, but I didn't really think that mattered.  While I was slipping into
my jeans a boy came into the room and started to freak.

"We aren't allowed cloths while we are here." He said very excitedly.

I just looked at him for a minute then remembered that I was no longer
free.  I figured I better take my jeans back off but the thought of going
outside naked with all those men outside made me feel very self-conscious.

"Sir Mike sent me to get you, come on" the boy said as he motioned for me
to follow him.  Then he turned around and started down the hall before I
could even get out the door.

I ran after him as he went through the living room and out the front door.
I was in such a hurry to keep up with him it wasn't until I was outside
looking for Mike that I remembered I was naked.

I looked around for a minute.  There hanging from the tree by his ankles
was the bondage guy.  He was still in his hood but there were no other
clothes.  His hands were tied together and secured to the ground.  I was
trying to get a better look at him but it was hard through all the people
standing around.

That's when I saw Mike for the first time.  Mike was standing back next to
Bill as Bill was using a whip and hitting the man hanging from the tree.  I
could see the strain on Bill's face and muscles as he threw his arm out and
the whip struck the man hanging from the tree.

The man in the tree would strain as the whip hit his back and you could
hear a loud grunt come from under the hood.  The red lines across this
man's back were too many to count and there were small streaks of blood
running down his back.  I was fascinated watching Bill so carefully aim and
take his time when the ultimate result was such a hard strike on this man's
back that looked like it inflicted a great deal of pain.

I started through the crowd of people watching, trying to make my way to
Mike.  It was funny how some of the boys were glued to the whipping while
others hid behind their Masters as if they were afraid they were next.
That's when I saw Rob and Jim for the first time since the weekend started.

Rob was on all fours, leather mitts on his hands, dog collar around his
neck, boots, knee pads, and his black tail coming out from his ass.  There
was a leash attached to his collar and Jim was holding the other end.  Rob
seemed to be in good spirits.  He was smiling and panting.  I would assume
that meant he was happy.  Jim on the other hand had his scour on his face
that he always seemed to have and the only time I saw him smile was when a
fresh mark, or line of blood ran down the back of the man tied up to the
tree.

I was thinking to myself that if I had been watching this scene just a
month or two ago I would have been horrified.  But now, after all that I
had been through and all that Mike had done to me, this seemed strangely
normal.

I finally made it to where Mike was standing, behind Bill, and I touched
him on his back to let him know I was there.  As soon as I did he reached
back without even looking and put a hand on my shoulder and gently put me
down on my knees.  I knelt there holding onto Mike's leg as I watched the
whipping continue.  Mike's hand would stroke my hair, but he never actually
looked at me.

"One more you worthless piece of meat" I heard Bill yell as he threw that
whip out like a pitcher throwing a fast ball.  The man screamed in pain,
the first time I had heard anything other than a grunt out of him and
that's when I realized I should look to see if he had the tattoo on his
chest that dad had.  Dad only had one tattoo, and it wasn't that big.  It
was a pair of jump wings that he got when he completed jump school in the
Army.  His whole unit went and got them together.

It was on his chest, on his left peck, above his nipple.  But for all my
straining and looking, I couldn't see that part of this man.  As soon as
the whipping was over the man was surrounded by the Sirs and was very
carefully taken down.

One of the things I have always had a hard time understanding was how
someone who was just treated so brutally could be handled so tenderly after
the fact.  Two of the Sirs held him up and he was carried into the cabin
and back out of my view.

"You never seem to get tired of beating the shit out of that slave Bill."
Mike said while stroking my hair.

"Hell no!" Bill exclaimed.  "That slave was made to be beaten.  He takes
the whip better than any boy I have ever had."

Mike looked down at me and softly told me to go get two cigars from the
living room.  I got up off my knees and ran into the living room where they
had that man lying face down while they were caring for his back.

There was a Sir washing the slave's back with what looked like alcohol
while another Sir carefully dabbed at the cuts into the skin with some
ointment.  I could tell they were being very careful, but the slave didn't
seem to be moving or even making a sound.  I was guessing that he was
passed out.

I grabbed the cigars out of the box and cut the ends, and then grabbed the
torch lighter and ran back outside where Mike and Bill had moved to chairs
on the porch.  I presented Mike with his cigar first but he motioned for me
toward Bill so I quickly turned and offered the cigar to Bill.

Bill took the cigar out of my hand and held it to his lips and I quickly
hit the trigger on the torch so Bill could light his cigar.  It took a
minute or so but he slowly turned the cigar in the flame and when he was
finally done the cherry on the cigar looked perfect.

Then I turned back to Mike and started to hand him his cigar.  He looked at
me with a very stern look and that's when I realized he expected me to
light it for him.

I put the cigar in my mouth and hit the trigger on the torch.  I gently
took a draw on the cigar while turning it.  I would pull it away from the
flame and check the cherry, then return it to the flame until I had it just
right.  It took me longer than Bill, but when I was done I had a nice
cherry on the cigar and was happy when I held it out for Mike.

Mike reached out but instead of taking the cigar, he grabbed my wrist and
pulled me so I was sitting on his lap.  Once up there, he took the cigar
and started smoking it, making sure the smoke went into my face.  The
feeling was so peaceful as we sat outside, me in Mike's lap, while the
Sir's talked.

Mike's hands were never still either.  He would stroke my inner thigh, or
play with my balls and cock.  He even fingered my ass for a few minutes
taking his fingers out and holding them up to me so I could smell them and
lick them clean before reinserting them.

While I was there for Mike, I felt like a pet in his lap, not a boy for
some reason.  Mike never broke his conversation with Bill as I sat in his
lap.  Yet he also never stopped paying attention to me.  It was almost like
I was tied onto his lap.  I mean I wasn't actually tied there, but I knew I
couldn't move or leave.  As with many things that happened this weekend, it
felt almost surreal.

As Mike's conversation with Bill drew to a close I started wondering about
life when I got back to school tomorrow.  I was already on the fringes of
the high school social ladder.  Now with this collar and tattoo on the back
of my neck I knew that I would be an even bigger freak.

Oddly enough I was not worried about what my dad would say for the first
time.  While I didn't know if this man in the hood and bondage suit was my
dad or not, I felt like Mike was more my dad now then my real dad ever was.

I was lost in thought myself when a firm shove and Mike standing up made me
jump to my feet.

"You okay boy?" Mike said with a grin on his face knowing that I had been
lost deep in thought.

"Yes Sir." I replied almost instinctively.

"Go get us packed and get your clothes on boy." Mike said with his deep
voice that reminded me of his authority.  "There are a few errands to run
on the way home."

I went inside the house where the Sirs were mainly sitting around the
living room talking.  Most of them had boys at their feet or on their laps
and most were smoking.  You could tell things were winding down and
everyone seemed more relaxed than the first night I was here.

Jim sat on the couch next to another Sir and Rob was at his feet.  Rob was
still in his puppy gear and looked stupidly happy.  I felt like giving up
on him, but at this point he was the only person I had to talk to about any
of this so I guess I will just have to wait until school tomorrow.

Once in the room it only took me a few minutes to pack everything and put
my clothes on.  I slid into my tight jeans and grabbed a wife beater.  Then
I put my boots on and looked at myself in the mirror for the first time.

I was strangely turned on by what I saw.  I looked like a skin head or
military guy.  I looked masculine, more so than I did just a few months
ago.  I also looked like someone that I wouldn't want to mess with if I saw
them in public.  Looking at myself in the mirror I realized this might not
be as bad as I thought it was going to be.  I mean if I went to school
looking like this no one would mess with me, they would be too scared.

I quickly grabbed the bags and took them back through the living room and
outside.  I stopped briefly in front of Mike who handed me his keys, then I
took them straight out to the truck.  Once I had everything loaded into the
truck I returned to Mike and waited patiently at his side.

Mike was saying his good byes to most of the Sirs that were there.  The one
person I noticed he was avoiding seemed to be Jim.  As Mike moved around
the room he made no effort to go to the couch where Jim was sitting with
Rob.  Nor did Jim get up to come over to Mike.  I thought it odd, but
understandable knowing the history between the two.

Mike was finishing his good byes when I noticed him take a deep breath and
start walking toward Jim.  I knew this was going to be interesting, but I
hoped it wouldn't get too bad.

"I'm headed out." Mike said as he approached Jim.

"Okay, well congratulations on your new boy again." Jim said with little
emotion behind it.

"Make sure you have Rob home before dinner" Mike continued almost talking
over Jim.  "It's a school night and he has to be in school tomorrow."

"You know I was meaning to talk to you about that" Jim said with a grin
coming across his face.  "I was wondering if Rob really needed to go to
school anymore.  I mean if he's going to be my puppy then hes not going to
learn much in school that will help him with that."

Mike's face turned a light red and I would be willing to bet his blood
pressure went through the roof as Jim spoke.

"Rob will finish school." Mike said with conviction. "And you will have Rob
home before dinner, or should I just take him now?"

Jim stared at Mike.  Mike stared back at Jim.  Neither one was budging or
blinking for that matter.  Finally Jim took a deep breath and threw the
leash at Mike.

Mike never said a word, he just handed me the leash and turned around and
started walking off.  I wasn't sure what to do so I just started following
Mike.  Rob never got off his hands and knees.  He just crawled behind me
and out the cabin's front door as I made my way to the truck.

Mike finally stopped and looked behind himself at me and Rob.  His face
went red and I knew he was ready to explode.  Luckily it wasn't at me.

"Get off your god damn knees Rob." Mike barked with anger in his voice.

Rob looked confused at first but quickly got up and stood there looking at
his father.

"What the fuck are you allowing him to do to you?" Mike asked Rob as
directly as he could.

"I don't know dad." Rob answered him but never looked him in the face.
"Jim likes me when I'm a puppy and it's kind of fun."  Rob was still
looking at the ground and I was wondering if he was ever going to look up.
"I also like the attention I guess.  I mean you have Adam now.  Why do you
need me?"

That got my attention as fast as it got Mike's.  Mike grabbed Rob and
picked him up and gave him a big hug then whispered something into Rob's
ear.  Rob started crying and Mike's voice broke for the first time I had
ever heard as Mike told Rob it was going to be okay.

Mike finally put Rob down and then told him to go take all the gear off and
to put on some clothes.  As Rob left to go back into the cabin Mike looked
at me and I could see the pain in his eyes.  But being Mike he held it all
inside and with a stern and commanding voice told me to go fetch him a
cigar for the road.

 "It better be lit before you bring it to me too boy." He said as I ran
into the cabin to get one from the box in the living room.

True to his teaching, I selected one, prepped it and lit it in the living
room before running it back out to Mike.  As I did all this I couldn't help
but notice that I had become the center of attention again.  Most of the
Sirs and boys were watching me as I carried out my duties.  But I didn't
care.  Why should I, I belonged to Mike and no one was going to question
him, or me.

Rob beat me outside and he was dressed in boots, jeans and a t-shirt that
said puppy.  I thought it was cute, but I'm not so sure Mike appreciated
it.

Mike took the cigar and opened the passenger door.  He put Rob in the truck
first and then I crawled in.  Rob and I were having to share the front seat
but I didn't really mind.  It beat riding in the back like I did to get out
here.

Mike closed our door and got in the driver's side.  He started the truck,
cracked his window only, and pulled away from the cabin.  All the time he
was deep hauling on his cigar and filling the cab with smoke.  I had
learned to love his smoke, and Rob was an accomplished cigar smoker on his
own, so truth be told it wasn't that bad.

The ride back into town was uneventful.  No one spoke.  Mike finished his
cigar in record time.  In fact the drive was the most boring part of the
weekend.

As we came around the corner to Mike's house I saw Eric's car parked on the
street.  This made me a bit nervous but I knew that I belonged to Mike now.
I hoped that meant Eric would be a bit more respectful to me now, but
probably not.

Once back at Mike's house he and Rob got out and went in.  I knew without
being told that I was expected to get the bags and bring everything inside.
So that's what I did.  I grabbed all the bags and headed into the house.

As the door opened the first thing that hit me was the cigar smoke.  The
second thing was the sounds of a porno playing in the den.  This brought
back memories.  What I wasn't sure about yet was if they were good or bad
memories.

I took the bags to Mike's room and then returned to the living room.  No
one was there, so I went into the kitchen.  I was avoiding the den if I
could.  But no one was in the kitchen either.  So I finally headed to the
den.

Once in the door the scene was all too familiar.  Mike and Rob stood just
inside the door and Eric was sitting in Mike's chair with Mitch riding his
cock.  A porno played on the large screen and Doug and Rick were sitting on
the couch rubbing their crotches.

Eric was sitting in Mike's chair, his pants undone but still on, smoking a
cigar and calling Mitch nasty names like bitch, cunt and whore.  He was
fucking Mitch in rhythm with the porno that was playing.  It looked like he
could have cared less who was on his cock.  He was just fucking.

Mitch was sitting on Eric's cock facing Eric so he couldn't see the screen.
As I looked at him he was naked accept for a pair of pink lace panties that
looked like Eric had shoved to one side to get his cock in Mitch's ass.
Then I noticed something else, Mitch had no hair below his neck either.

Eric's cock was sliding in and out of Mitch's hole with little resistance.
You could see the strain on Mitch's face when Eric bucked his hips up and
forced that last little bit of cock into his ass.  I bet Eric was bottoming
out inside Mitch's well stretched hole.  But there was nothing but contempt
and lust on Eric's face.

Mitch arched his back and did his best to make Eric happy.  This was no
small task it would seem.  Eric was blowing smoke in Mitch's face.  He was
telling Mitch what a bad fuck he was.  Mitch couldn't do anything right
apparently.  But yet I couldn't help but notice that Eric never shoved
Mitch off his cock.

Mike cleared his throat and Doug and Rick jumped off the couch.  Eric just
turned his head and said "hi" while never missing a stroke.

"You think you could get your fucking ass out of my chair?" Mike said.

Eric looked annoyed but didn't say a word.  He shoved Mitch off his cock.
Then he told Mitch to go to his bedroom and spread his legs like the cheap
whore he was.  Doug and Rick just laughed and the three of them followed
Mitch out of the room.  Eric never lost his smug look or walk.  Doug and
Rick looked like wolves following their pack leader.  I'm sure Mitch is
used to all this but I'm glad I'm not him.

Mike went over and sat in his seat then reached for the remote and turned
off the TV.  He motioned for Rob and I to come over and sit on the couch.
So we did.

The drive home was pretty quiet.  The evening watching TV wasn't much
different.  Mike told me to fetch him a beer, then a cigar, and he
eventually told me to order pizza.  I couldn't even tell you what was on TV
because all I could think about was the events over the weekend.

"Sir" I finally said.

Mike didn't react so I looked at Rob and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Sir" I asked again.

"Yes boy?" Mike finally replied.

"Sir, how am I going to go to school in the morning with this collar on?" I
asked sheepishly.  I was afraid to ask really.  I was afraid of both
answers Mike could give me.  If I took the collar off to go to school then
how important is the collar really?  If I leave it on to go to school, I am
going to feel like the biggest freak on campus.

"Come here boy." Mike pointed at the floor in front of his chair.

I immediately got up, walked to where Mike pointed and knelt down.  I
looked at the floor because I didn't want to look Mike in the face after
asking that question.  Mike reached out and started stroking my hair but
never told me to look up.

"Rob, go see if your brother is done putting his cock into that fucking
sissy piece of ass." Mike's voice was as sarcastic as it was serious.

Rob got up and left the room.  Then Mike put his hand under my chin and
picked my face up until I was looking him in his eyes.  He continued to
stroke my hair.  Then he began to speak.

"That collar is a symbol of the fact you are owned; that you are my boy;
that you are part of my family.  That collar will never leave your neck
unless you leave this family.  Do you understand that boy?" Mike said.

I felt really bad for even asking that question.  I just put my head down
and started to cry a little.  I was so scared of going home, of going to
school, of what tomorrow might bring.  I just wanted to stay right there,
on my knees, the rest of my life.

When I heard Rob come back into the room it only made me more aware of what
I was now.  I was Mike's boy, but not Mike's son.

"Where's your brother?" Mike asked never taking his hands off my head.

"He said he would be done in a few." Rob told his father.

The doorbell rang and I figured it was the pizza.  I started to get up but
Mike held me in place with this hand on my head.  He looked at Rob and Rob
immediately got up and went to the door.  I waited for Rob to return with
the pizza but instead Rob returned with Bill.

"How's the boy doing Mike?" Bill asked as he entered the room.

"He's calming down but you can tell the reality is setting in." Mike
answered.

"You going to let him go home tonight?" Bill asked while sitting on the
couch where I was before Mike had me kneel in front of him.

"I'm not sure yet." Mike said with some uncertainty in his voice.

"Okay, that's fair." Bill said reaching out to pat my shoulder.  "Where is
Eric?"

"In his room trying to get Mitch pregnant" Mike answered sarcastically.

"What are you going to do with him when he goes to college next year?" Bill
was laughing.

"I can only hope Mitch goes to the same school." Mike offered.  "If not I
hope he finds a new pocket pussy boy or else I'm going to be a grandpa way
too soon."

"You haven't taught him to use a condom yet?" Bill was laughing his ass
off.

"What you think I own a condom company or something?"  Mike chuckled.
"That boy can fuck 3 or 4 times a day."

"You guys talking about me?" Eric said as he entered the room.

"Where are Mitch and the guys?" Mike asked.

"They are running Mitch over to a party so he can have some fun." Eric
laughed.  Bill and Mike both chuckled.  I just felt sorry for Mitch.

Eric pushed Rob off the couch and sat down.  Rob went over and grabbed a
big pillow and sat in front of the couch.  I continued to kneel in front of
Mike, having my head stroked as I held my hands behind my back.

"Do you want me to take Boy Adam here home to daddy?" Bill finally asked.

"Yeah I guess he needs to go home." Mike said as he picked up my chin
again.  "Go home and get ready for school tomorrow.  Also pack a bag and
bring it here tomorrow after school.  You are going to be spending a lot of
time here.  You can sleep in Rob's room with him for now."

"Sir what is my dad going to say?" I said before thinking.

Bill chuckled and said he would smooth it over.  And with that Bill got up
just in time to hear the doorbell ring again.  Mike looked at Eric who got
up and went to answer the door.  Bill walked into the kitchen and returned
with three beers.  He handed one to Mike, sat one down next to where Eric
was sitting and took a drink out of the other.  Then he sat back down on
the couch after adjusting his bulge.

Eric returned with the pizza, and handed it to Rob before flopping back
down on the couch.  He immediately grabbed his beer, thanked Bill, and
drank the whole beer in one shot.

Rob put the pizzas on the coffee table and then went into the kitchen and
grabbed plates.  He came back just as Eric finished his beer and started to
plate up the pizza and handed the first slices to Mike.  After Mike, Bill
and Eric all had pizza, Eric shoved his glass at Rob and Rob immediately
went back to the kitchen and returned with another full beer.

Rob grabbed his pizza and I started to realize everyone was eating except
me.  That's when I looked up at Mike and saw him grinning.  I just looked
at him, scared to ask what the grin on his face meant.  But eventually I
had to say something, or go hungry.

"Sir may I eat?" I said.  I have never been so scared to ask a simple
question.

Mike just laughed and pointed at a piece of pizza on his plate.  I grabbed
the pizza and started to eat it when Mike tapped my shoulder and motioned
for me to turn around and sit down.  Mike wrapped his leg over my shoulder.
We sat there for about thirty minutes, eating pizza, and the men drinking
beer.  When I finally realized I was thirsty I started looking around only
to see nothing to drink except beer.

"Sir may I have something to drink?" I asked.

"You know boy I have just what you need." Mike said with a grin.  "Hand me
a glass."

I looked around and saw an empty cup sitting near Bill so I handed it to
Mike.  Mike stood up and took out his cock and started to piss in the cup.
He was pissing so much he had more piss then would fit in the cup so I felt
a hand on the back of my head and I found myself with my mouth on Mike's
cock and him slowly pissing straight into my mouth.

It tasted like beer and there was a lot of it.  Mike pissed for a few
minutes before his stream started to slow down.  I gulped as fast as I
could to keep up and was relieved when he finally showed signs of stopping.
After he was finished pissing, he zipped up and sat back down.  I took a
deep breath and was grateful it was over.  That was until Eric pointed at
the cup of piss still sitting on the coffee table.

"Don't forget your beer." Eric pointed out.  I wish I could.

I figured I would sip at it while we finished eating and for the most part
no one seemed to care.  No one but Eric, who watched me like a hawk
grinning every time I took a sip of my beer.  I finally finished my beer
and that was when Bill noted that it was getting late and that we needed to
leave.

I got up and looked around the room.  Mike reached out and stood up.  He
pulled me in and gave me a big sloppy kiss reaching his tongue deep into my
mouth as he did.  Then he smacked my ass and told me to get going.

My night ended watching Mike's house disappear in the mirror of Bill's SUV.
I couldn't believe I was going home after this weekend.  I hated the
thought of confronting my dad, and of having to deal with people at school
tomorrow.  I really just wanted to go back to Mike's and stay there.

THE END OF CHAPTER 13