Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2004 06:22:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Larry Cane <lcane19@yahoo.com>
Subject: Diary of a Teenage Slave - part2

                  Diary of a Teenage Slave - chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction involving humiliation, mild
violence, and sexual activity between males. The characters do not
represent any real persons. If you find such material offensive or in
violation of the laws of your state/country, please don't read any further


			Training of a Teenage Slave


   "What I am offering you, is the opportunity to be trained, by me, to be
my slave!" He rather calmly said

Without any further thought, I knew this was something I had to try, and I
asked, "When do we start?"

  In a voice that was cold and quiet he replied, "We already have, and you
will address me as Sir!"

                  End of chapter 1

   It may seem that I was fast to agree to his proposal, but the truth is I
didn't fully understand what was going on and my curiosity got the better
of me. Remember I had been on the streets for a while, and "role playing"
was not a new concept to me.  I think I was assuming that in the morning I
would be given my money and I would be out of there, leaving one more
satisfied customer.  How wrong I was!

  "You will address me as Sir at all times, in private or in public, and
while here at home, you may also use Master." he began. "You will use no
other terms by which to call me, and that is why I have not given you my
name, nor asked for yours!  Using proper names between a slave and a Master
can only lead to unwanted familiarity, and worse, a sense of equality.
These and many other rules will be given to you over the next few weeks and
months, and your are to abide by everyone I give you, failure to do so will
lead to severe punishment.  The one basic thing you need to learn and never
forget is that you will do what I tell you, when I tell you, and exactly as
I tell you. There will be no exceptions, no negotiations, no "coming to
terms, and absolutely no questioning my orders! Do you understand these
rules as I have stated them?"

   " Yes, I am to do what you tell me, how you tell me, when you tell me,
that's pretty clear!"

THWACK!

   With lightening speed he lashed out with this small thin leather stick
type thing, and struck me on my thigh. It looked much like one of those
riding crops I have seen in horse racing movies and such, and it stung like
hell!  Before I could react, he put the stick thing under my chin and
lifted it up and looked me right in the eyes.

   He spoke calmly but firmly as he spoke, "You WILL remember to call me
SIR at all times!"

   I stood there, riveted to the floor, my fists clenched, tears forming in
my eyes, trying very hard not to punch his lights out.  My leg stung really
bad, and I wanted so much to rub it, but I didn't want to give him the
satisfaction.

   "I am sorry Sir, I will remember from now on." I blurted out, even
without thinking. Somehow the whole thing seemed right but I didn't
understand what was happening with me, but I was willing to find out.

   I will address you in any manner I choose," he continued as though
nothing had happened. "But mostly I shall call you "Boy" or slave, and also
pig, slut, cunt, faggot, pussy, and any other thing I can think of at the
time. But for now, it is late, and I need to sleep."

   He rose from the chair, and walked past me, and then stopped and turned
around and beckoned me to follow.  We walked into the foyer and as we past
my clothes, I bent to pick them up.

THWACK

   He spoke as he lay the stick was across my ass, "I did not tell you to
retrieve your clothing. You will not require that for several days, if at
all."

    With that he turned and went down this short hall, opened a door, and
switched on a light.  He then stepped down, not looking back at me,
assuming now that I would just follow, which I did. We descended into the
basement, looking much the same, as any I suppose, except it seemed not
very big.  I realized why very soon, at one end there was a walled off
section, with just what looked like a steel door the only interruption in
it's smooth surface.  He walked straight to this door, took out a key, and
unlocked it, and pulled it open. Now, I have to admit, I was getting a bit
nervous.
  Walking into that room and seeing what was in there, was the most
intensely erotic experience I had ever felt from just a room.  It was quite
stark, and there was just one light in the middle of the ceiling. But it
was what was in the room that fascinated me.  There were chains with iron
bracelets, hanging from the wall, a steel table maybe six feet by 3 feet
wide with clamps at the sides and end, a straight back chair that seem to
be bolted to the floor, and it also had clamps at the feet and sides.  In
one corner there was a small cot, much like what u see in prison movies,
wit a very thin mattress and no covers at all.  In the opposite corner was
a toilet, and a shower, but with no walls or curtain.  There were no
windows the air apparently was piped in thru a vent high on the side wall.
The floor was bare cement and cold to my feet, the only rug being one small
one near the bed.

   Sir stood watching me for a few minutes before he spoke, "Do you wish
permission to use the facilities before sleeping?"

   It took a minute for me before I realized he was asking if I had to go
to the bathroom, I quickly said, "Yes Sir!"

   "Then you may go now", he replied, and stood there as I walked over to
the toilet, took hold of my cock and pissed.  "In the future Boy, you will
sit on the commode to do all your business!" He stated.

  "Yes Sir", was my only reply as I shook the last drops off.

   "Step over to this wall, and raise your hands above your head."  He then
gestured to the wall in front of him.

   I did as he asked and he started fastening cuffs to each wrist, and then
to each foot as he spread them wide apart. He then went to a hook on the
wall and loosened the two chains attached to two pulleys above my head, and
from there to the cuffs on my wrists, and pulled them. My arms stretched
above my head, and my body was drawn into a X form, with my legs spread
wide.

  "This is not all that comfortable Sir, could you maybe loosen them a
bit?"

THWACK THWACK

 Right across my groin this time twice, and my balls took the brunt of the
blows. My reaction was to double up, but of course that was impossible, so
I just gritted my teeth and tried to wait for the pain to subside.

  He put his face right up to mine and raised his voice for the first
time. "Your comfort is of no concern to me, you are in training and
discomfort will be your way of life now. Also, you will never, NEVER, speak
to me without permission!"  With that he turned and left, turning off the
light, closing the door, and submerging me into the blackest darkness I had
ever known!

  Almost worse then the darkness was the silence, it was so quiet I could
hear myself breathing and my heart pounding.  As the pain in my groin
subsided, I began to think about my situation, what I had gotten myself
into, and what if anything, I could do about it.  One thing I could not
understand was that the man was paying for sex with me, and had not
partaken of what he was paying for, this was something new to me. The
beating and the pain were not really bothering me, it wasn't my first time
as I have stated, I was somewhat turned on by it in truth.  After going
over everything that had occurred up to then. I came to a decision. I was
not going to give up on this just yet, I thought I had balls enough left to
see just how far he would go, and yes, me too. What I didn't realize then
was that the slave mentality was already beginning to grow inside me.

  The rest of the night past in agonizing slowness, I wasn't aware if I was
awake or asleep. Closing my eyes did nothing to change the darkness that I
saw with them open.  I am sure I fell asleep at some point, because my arms
hurt from hanging on them, and the wrist cuffs were cutting into my
wrists. I had no idea of what time it was, or if it was daylight or night,
and there were no sounds of activity at all.  When Sir opened the door and
turned on the light, it was like a thousand needles were shoved into my
eyes, and as hard as I tried, I could not hold them open. I heard him come
toward me and felt him release the cuffs from my ankles, then lower the
chains and take off the wrist cuffs.

  "You may use the facilities if you need to, you have my permission", he
spoke as though issuing a royal proclamation.

  I went to take a step and suddenly my legs gave out under me and I
pitched forward. I reached out to him, but he quickly step back and let me
fall to the hard cement floor.  As I crashed down, and lay there, in even
more pain, it suddenly occurred to me that he had not even so much as
touched me since I met him.  Did he think me unclean?

   "Well it is time you began crawling instead of walking anyway, you are
not as yet worthy to be upright in my presence!  You may now crawl over and
do your business, while I get your breakfast."  With that he left the room.

  With shaky limbs and scraping my knees, I crawled over and pulled myself
up onto the toilet. There didn't seem to be a place on my body that didn't
ache, and even sitting was painful.  As I was finishing he came back into
the room carrying what looked suspiciously like a dog's dish.  Finishing
wiping, I flushed and slip back to the floor and crawled over to him and
the bowl. I stared down into the bowl at what may or may not have been
oatmeal.

  "You may now eat" he said "but please hurry, I do not have time to pamper
you.  And remember you are not some animal, do not eat with your fingers!"

   I lean down and tried my best to "lick up" what I could get with my
tongue, while it was warm, it was very bland tasting. After a bit I just
gave up and sat back and stared at the dish. Little did I realize then,
that in the days to come I would become expert at eating this way, and even
look forward to having some of this food.

  Thwack

   The stick came down across my back this time as he berated me for
wasting food. He then told me that perhaps I would feel more like eating it
at dinner time!  He then instructed me to stand again at the wall, and the
cuffs were replaced and the chains tightened.  Without a word of when, or
even if he would be back, he turned off the light, closed the door, and
left.

  That day past even slower than the night before, my mind was the only
thing that I could exercise and it was going a mile a minute.  I thought a
lot about food, all the things I had love to eat and their flavors seem so
fresh on my tongue, But I also thought about my situation and the man who
held my fate in his hands. At one point I nearly panicked thinking what if
something happen to me, and no one knew I was down here.  But slowly, and
surprisingly, I began to think how I could please him and get him to let me
sleep on the cot and bathe.  Here again my thinking was slipping into the
role of a slave.

   That night when he arrived and released me from my chains, I slipped to
the floor and crawled to the toilet without any prompting.  The funny part
about this was, I had no need to use the facilities, not having drank or
eaten in a couple days.  As I crawled back to the wall, he had left the
room, and I was looking at the bowl he had left there this morning, and
it's cold glutinous contents, when he returned. He sat another bowl down
next to the first and I could see it contained water.

  "You may eat now Boy." He told me, "That is if you like what I have
provided for you, Do you?"

  "Yes Sir, I am very grateful for what you have given me." I said to him
as I lean down into the cold oatmeal, pushing my face deep in the dish and
lapping up it as fast as I could.

  "Well, I see we are learning some manners and some obedience, this is
progress and I think you deserve a reward!"  He smiled and said.

   Something in me seemed to be happy that I had pleased him and brought
this small happiness to him.  After finishing the water, and eating the
entire contents of the bowl, he told me to crawl over to the cot.  The
prospect of sleeping on the cot over came all the pain I felt as I swiftly
obeyed his command.  However, once there I was not told to get on the cot,
but rather the rug at the side, and an cuff was attached to my ankle, the
other end bolted to the wall.

  "You may sleep here, on this rug tonight, but do not attempt to get on
the cot. If you do I will hang you on the wall for a month." He threatened.

   After hanging for a full night and day, this little rug felt like a
feather bed to me and I gratefully replied, "Thank you Sir!"

  He sat there on the chair, and lectured me for a long while, I don't know
how long, I had lost all conception of time now. He told me what was
expected of me, my duties, and my rewards and of course my punishment. He
gave me rule after rule and condition after condition, and I tried hard to
follow, but my mind seem to be going in and out, until finally he stood,
and without any further word, turned off the light and close the door, and
once again the darkness engulfed me!

   End of Chapter 2

Your comments are very welcome, good or bad. Due to a mistake on my part
the address in part 1 is wrong, and because the storage of that address is
limited, please now send comments to lcane19(at)yahoo.com