Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 03:22:25 +0000
From: Justin Jordan <justinjordan_4@hotmail.com>
Subject: Duckling

This is a story about a master/slave relationship and contains descriptions
of BD/SM and sex between males. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you
to read such material or it offends you, then  please log off.
Remember unprotected sex can kill. So always play safe and use condoms.


Part 10

	Next morning you waken early. You are not sure what caused this. Is it the
soreness in your left chest or the naked body lying next to you. You move
your left shoulder and it feels stiff. You tentatively finger the  charred
scar on your chest. It is tender but feeling it gives you a wonderful glow.
It is the outward sign to all the world that you belong to me and you are
marked forever. You have a permanent home with a master who loves you and
will care for you always. You bask in the glow of these pleasurable
thoughts. But then you again become aware of the smooth naked body that you
are spooning. It is lucky you are wearing your CB3000 or your cock would be
hard and lying in his ass crack. What of this boy? What does he mean for you
and your secure life? Why did master buy him? Is he getting tired of using
just me and feels he needs some other outlet? Master seemed quite attracted
to him. Can I share master with him? I don't have any choice. If that is
what master wants he will just do it. I have no say. Things are different
today. You start to re-live the events of last evening. Master left you to
be used by another for his pleasure. The other master was pleased with you
and master was proud or your performance but it was not the same for you as
serving your own master. It was a duty and not a pleasure. You guess you
will have to get used to it and accept it. Master could have left you tied
to the anal or sadism Pleasure Pillars and he did not do that. But maybe
next time he will. You would then have to do whatever was required. You want
to be the best slave of all of them because you belong to the Dominus. Then
you remember your disappointment when I chose the slave from the anal pole
and that you let your face display it. Worse still, you know I noticed and
that you would be punished for it some time today. You know that I never let
punishments hang over from one day to another but deal with them as soon as
is practicable. What will I do? Will this new slave get to watch and
humiliate you further? You suddenly realize that the sun is coming up and
you have probably day dreamed through your rising time. You scurry out of
the cage and Sean rouses. You tell him to lie still and you scurry to give
yourself your morning clean out; your three enemas interspersed with jumping
jacks.  You see Sean watch you intently. You know you cannot speak to him
from that distance without  the sound detectors activating. Whispering last
night close to his ear was one thing. Out right speech is too risky. You
quickly jump in the shower and  the cold water wakens you up. You switch on
the fan to dry yourself but before you finish you hear the click of the
electronic lock and you rush to get out the door and come to my room. You
assume your kneeling position beside my bed and wait. And wait. As you wait
your anxiety level grows. What will your punishment be?  Will I just deny
you the morning  piss or will there be some thing later. At last I stir and
you move your hand from between your thighs where you had kept it warm.
Tentatively  you inch it under the downey  and reach my cock. It is morning
hard and you lightly grasp it and stroke it. You let out a quiet sigh when I
do not reject your hand. You are surprised when I sit up and swing my legs
over the side of the bed and part my thighs. Without a word from me you move
forward and cover my cock head with your mouth and look up into my eyes. I
reward you with a slow steady flow and I look down and see a look of relief
and then joy that the morning routine is not disturbed. You take this as a
good sign. When  I am done and you have sucked the last drop of fluid and
licked my cock gently I get up and go into your room. You follow. I release
Sean's cuffs so it can rise from the cage and I take off the penis prison
so it can pee. I tell you to instruct it in the morning cleaning ritual. It
had watched you through your performance so it was not surprised and
submitted peacefully.  I shower and dress and that gives you time to go to
the kitchen and make breakfast. You find another stainless steel bowl and
place it on the floor beside yours for Sean to eat. Before Sean can eat I
replace the penis prison. I will have to look later for the CB2000 I had in
a cupboard.  We eat in silence. I am not a morning person. I like quiet as I
prepare for the day.  The pair of you clean up the kitchen and then prepare
for the morning run. You find an old pair of runners for Sean but they are a
bit big for it and you have to get a couple of pairs of socks to fill up the
extra space. Sean is quite slim and has nicely muscled legs and it is
obviously a runner. So much to your disappointment we are able to run four
miles today. On our return you make my coffee and bring it to the study
where I sit at my computer and write a couple of letters. You and Sean drink
water in the kitchen and then come to the study and kneel quietly waiting my
pleasure. This is the usual time for punishment to be meted out so you are a
bit fidgety. I am aware of this but ignore it and continue with my task. It
always gives me pleasure to keep you on edge.  At last I am done and I stand
and gesture to you to follow me. Sean makes to  move but I indicate it is to
stay. We go to the play room and I tell you to get into the sling.  You back
up to it and lift yourself up and lean back. I put wrist and ankle cuffs on
you and then fasten your  arms and legs up with your thighs nicely spread. I
remove your CB3000 and this is almost a relief for you as you  surmise you
are to undergo some cock and ball torture. You have had this many times
before and you know what to expect. You can deal with the known. You prefer
it when I stand between your thighs and  beat your balls with hand, tawse or
other instrument. However at times, when I have other things to do , I use a
little device that I built myself. The striker is a patella hammer with a
rubber covered metal end and a whippy handle about 12 inches long. The rest
is a timer and spring. The mechanism pulls the hammer back and the timer
releases the spring. I can vary the timing. It can fire at random from a few
seconds after being charged  to ten minutes. In that mode you never know
when the next blow is coming. However I prefer the other mode. I set the
timer for an exact time interval and I place a clock within your line of
vision. You can watch the second hand sweep around the clock face and know
exactly when the blow will fall. Sweet torture. You are therefore mystified
when I place a blind fold on  you. You hear me attach chains to the bottom
of the sling and wonder what they are for. You hear me leave the room and
return after a short time. This is getting to you. You are back to the
unknown. I take your cock in my hand and gently stroke it. This is most
unexpected and feels great and you are instantly erect. I continue for a
little while being careful not to let you cum. Then I change hands and the
sensation on your cock is different. My hand is now sliding over your cock,
up and down, coating it with some ointment. Being deprived of your vision
you have been straining your ears to detect any hint of what is happening
around you. Strangely it is your sense of smell that gives you the first
clue. You detect an unusual smell. It smells like menthol. My hand roams
over you sac and rubs your balls around. Then behind the sac and over your
inner thighs and around your hole. Finally a finger tip enters you. You have
a cool feeling where ever my hand has been. Then you sense a prickling. Then
a warmth which increases moment my moment until you feel your cock, sac and
crotch are on fire. You struggle to get away from the pain but you are held
tight. There is no escape. You yell and plead all the time knowing that it
will do no good. This is punishment not pleasure pain. The chains jingle  as
your squirm. I know it will last about two hours before it wears off and
this will give me time to spend getting to know Sean and having some fun
with him. As I walk back to the study I hear the continuing jingle of the
chains and your cries and it is music to my ears. I smile to myself. Sean is
where I left him and it looks some what fearful as it hears the cries from
along the corridor. I motion to it to rise and follow me and we move into
the sitting room. There I have it sit on the end of a long coffee table and
then lean back. Its knees are bent over the end and I attach its ankles to
the legs at one end. This spreads its thighs and exposes its balls as they
lie loose in their sac. I then  take its arms and bend them under the table
top and fasten them together. This effectively pinions it and pushes its
chest forward, accentuating the little nubs that are its tits. I attach
electrodes to each of its tits and its balls. The wires are connected to a
small control box and I can direct the current in three ways; ball to ball,
ball to tit or tit to tit. I can also vary the voltage.  I start with simple
questions about its family and where it lived. Even the slightest hesitation
in answering is rewarded with an immediate jolt and every time the voltage
is increased slightly.  I ask about its schooling and sports it played.
About its  exposure to gay sex and how it started. No consecutive questions
are on the same subject and some times I ask the same question over  later.
It gets no time to think. It knows that any hesitation has its reward. At
times it tries to answer before I have completely formulated the question.
Soon it has an anxious appearance and has a sweat on its forehead. Answers
come immediately. Gradually I get to learn about its former life and, more
importantly, about its age. After half and hour I take a break and sit it up
and give it a drink and talk gently to it. After this I lie it down again
but move it further up the table so its head is off the end and extended.
Just the right height and lying the right direction for a nice quiet face
fuck. It opens its mouth as it sees my cock approach and its lips close
gently around the head. It obviously has done this before. I know that
because it came out in the questioning. I start slowly and just enjoy the
warmth and wetness but of course that cannot last too long and soon I am
pumping in more strongly and reaching the pillars of its throat. With an
extra push I am through and feel that delightful grip of its throat muscles
as it swallows to accommodate my size. I am careful not to cut off its air
for too long as I stroke back and forward, trying to prolong the sensation
but knowing that completion will come all too soon. With a final burst of
hard  thrusts deep into its throat I unload a gusher of cum in several long
spurts and slowly withdraw so it can taste it and lick my cock clean. That
made a very pleasant interlude for both of us.  Then it is back to the
question and answer game. This is what I discovered. It is the youngest of
three brothers. One is two years older than it and the other ten years older
than that. It hardly knew its oldest brother. It gave its birthday as June
1986. Its older brother graduated from high school 2004. This did not
compute. During the first session it told me that it went to high school in
2000 and in the second session that it was 14 when it went to high school.
It had memorized a correct birthday to be eighteen tears old but  did not
have time under pressure to quickly calculate the other corresponding dates
and had forgotten in the second session the questions asked in the first.
Conclusion. It is only sixteen years old. It had been introduced to oral sex
by its older brother at the age of twelve and had been performing for him
and his pals ever since. It had jerked off fantasizing about its older
brother for some time before and had come to realize that it is gay. No one
had fucked it. It had found that it only felt complete when serving the
other boys and performing any demeaning task that they demanded; sucking
their toes, rimming ass, drinking piss.  Now That I know its age, I have to
decide what to do with it. I let it up and go to release Peter. The cries
and jingling had gradually decreased while I was interrogating Sean. I find
him spent and limp and lying in the sling. The skin of his groin area and
sac is bright red and warm but there will be no long term effect. I tell him
that he never criticizes what I do by word, look or manner and that he must
remember that lesson as I do not want to have to repeat this punishment. He
is most repentant and begs me to forgive him. I release his wrists and
ankles and help him up. He falls to his knees and kisses my feet and weeps
tears of repentance. He thanks me for correcting and punishing him. I lift
him to his feet and I kiss him deeply and tell him I love him. Then I send
him and Sean to have cold showers and refresh themselves before lunch.