Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:58:30 -0800
From: Michael Robert <mjrobert81@gmail.com>
Subject: Slave 7 ch 4

IF YOU READ THIS IT IS THE UNDERSTANDING, THAT YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE TO DO
SO IN YOUR COUNTYR OR STATE. IT IS UNDERSTOOD THAT THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

Every one thank you very much for the feed back.  As requested I have
another chapter written.  And again if there is grammar issues I apologize

Luke Jayden mjrobert81@gmail.com

       Mark had no way of knowing what time had past since he was in the
cage or truck. Being he was gagged, blind folded and not able to hear the
only thing he could do was whimper, and wait. Mark tried to sleep but found
that the giant plug that was in his ass kept him awake and hard, which he
did not understand. The only thing Mark could feel was the transport he was
in. Some times it would bounce a bit which pushed the plug in his as in
further. Mark then felt a horrific sensation next. He had to piss. Mark
could not believe or understand why his cock was betraying him in such a
way. First it was getting hard from the man's abuse and now this? Mark held
and held as tight as he could but then the truck took a heavy bump when
this happened Mark lost all control and pissed. Because his cock was
pointed strait up his piss hit his neck and then started to run down his
chest and abdomen the warm stream stench did not take long to fill the cage
and the transport. Mark could only sit and whimper as the piss dried.
       The front of the transport was very high end looking. It had two
black leather seats, tented windows, and all the features a man would
want. The dash was made of fine oak in it was a monitor that had a live
feed from a camera that was connected to the back of the transport. The man
driving would look to monitor that his new property was not harmed during
the move. The man was dressed in a tight black cotton shirt, and tight
faded jeans. He was also wearing dark aviator glasses. On his left wrist
was a dark leather band. His hair was dark brown and cut short. "Looks like
you pissed 7, great." The man said to him self. The man's body was some
thing of a god. His chest was 42' wide, his arms matched his chest. His
stomach was flat, his cheek bones defined. He was of the age of 35 but
looked 25. As he drove the transport he struggled to keep his eyes off the
monitor that showed his captive. Each time he would look his large cock
would get hard. "A fuck better get this out." The man said. With that he
pulled the transport over to the side of the road. The road was empty and
in the middle of the woods. When parked the man pulled out his large cock,
he then spit on his hands and looked at the monitor he could see his victim
trying to squirm in his bounds. "Squirm all you want 7, but your mine." The
man said his spit covered cock. Mark started to squirm as best he could
from what the man could see in the monitor. "That's right bitch your mine,
mine!" The man said in a deep butch way. After this was said the man
ejaculated. His creamy white cum spilled onto the floor of the transport
and all over his hands.
       Mark felt the truck move yet again, this annoyed Mark for he wanted
out of the confinement he was in as hours past Mark just whimpered and
pissed on him self. Eventually he past out. Suddenly Mark felt a huge hit
of cold water spay him. He awoke but still found that his nightmare was
still in present life. Mark moaned as the cold streams of water drenched
his body. The water was so hard that the ear muffs were knocked
off. "Morning boy!" the man said. Morning he had been in this confinement
for 24 hours now? Mark then felt the cage be moved again this time though
it felt as if two hands were moving him instead of one. "4 help 6 now."
Mark could hear foot steps of another moving towards him at a fast
pace. "Sir your trip was well? " He herd a accented voice ask. "It
good. Another new piece of meat for help around here. He has some fight but
will be a good addition to the family." The man replied. Mark listened as
he was being moved. He could feel that he was out side. Natural air felt so
good to him right now. This though was short lived Mark could feel his body
being moved now inside. The foot steps he herd were one now of bare feet
walking on marble or tile. The steps were fast and steady. "In there." He
herd the man's voice order. Mark then felt the cage he was in put down. The
ground from what he could here was soft all most like carpet. He also herd
the cracking of fire. "Polls" he then herd the man bark. Instantly the
polls and bindings that were holding Mark in place were all removed very
quickly. When removed Mark still did not really move. He then felt a leash
being connected to the collar he was wearing. With a quick tug Mark was
guided out of the cage. Marks body ached in pain. His cock still hard and
stuck to his body burned, his joints and muscles ached from the confinement
he was in. Mark stayed though on the ground afraid to stand. "4 tape, and
do it quickly." The man said with delight. Instantly Mark felt the tape
being cut and pulled from his body before he could resist the tape across
his cock was pulled. When the tape came off it felt like little hair from
his cock was pulled out. Mark collapsed and screamed in pain.
       The man stood there and watched as this happened. 4, a tall, smooth,
lean man with green eyes and black hair who looked to be the age of 23
stood and watched. Over his face was a muzzle on his wrists were
shackles. Over his cock was a chastity device. Now for the gag and blind
fold." 4 ran over like ordered and removed the gag and blind fold from
Marks head. When off Mark turned to his side. He spat out a bit of blood
and saliva that had built up in his mouth. Mark rubbed his brown swollen
eyes. He hardly could speak for his mouth was and throat were dry from all
the crying and yelling he had done. Mark though did not feel hard floor but
a soft carpet. When Mark was able to gain his vision he found that he was
in a room, the walls were lined with red wooden book shelves and a large
stone fire place. "Stand." The voice of the man said. Mark got on his hands
and knees and turned in the direction that the voice came from. Standing in
front of him was the man that was his owner. Brown hair, dark eyes, a
chiseled physique this man was now his owner. "My name is Sir. Welcome to
your new home." The man said. The man then walked over to Mark and slapped
him hard across the face. Mark fell to the floor like the little male bitch
shouting.