Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2011 03:47:58 -0700
From: MACK Wayne <mackxwayne@hotmail.com>
Subject: slaveMaster Tempter Ch - 6

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slaveMaster Tempter

Ch - 6 The Biggest Ever

	JakeÕs breathing was back to normal as he presented Bob with his
fresh cocktail.  As he handed it to him he knelt in front of the man he was
charged with placating.  Mesmerized by his cock (it would be impossible not
to be) it was where he focused his gaze.  Appropriately - whether conscious
or not - he did not look up into the BobÕs eyes.  "Sir, IÕm really sorry
for not hearing you and forgetting what you were drinking," he said,
watching the biggest cock heÕd ever witnessed being gently stroked.  Its
enormity was completely unnatural.  Jake took a deep breath and began -
mesmerized by the phallus, much to BobÕs delight, "You sure have a
beautiful cock - " He didnÕt know the manÕs name, " - Mister," is what came
out.  Its amazing."
	"You like that huh boy?  Would you like to stroke it for a while?"
Speechless, the hot naked stud took the huge penis in his hand.  He
couldnÕt close his hand around it, "Use two hands for me," Bob instructed,
"There like that," He guided them into position.  With both hands
attempting unsuccessfully to encompass the enormous girth, one now above
the other, there was still plenty sticking out the top, and JakeÕs hands
were big carpenterÕs hands.
	"Atta boy.  Nice and steady.  Just keep that pace right there for a
while."  Bob sank back into the couch and relaxed completely while his
beautiful solicitor did all the work.  Holding on to it like he was, made
Jake realize how truly and frighteningly large it really was.  He was
captivated and silent in his preoccupation thinking how he would ever take
this huge thing up his ass, before realizing he should, "get down to
business," for his CO.  He recalled earlier while waiting for MaxÕs client
to arrive, having been informed the man was worthy of the same treatment
Jake was showing his CO.  His readjusted form of address reflected it.
	"Sir?" He paused, and got a probative prompt.
	"Yeah - what is it boy?"
	"I was just wondering if maybe - " The drug was making him slow.
He paused again to consider the best way to continue phrasing his plea,
"His COÕs words rang in his ears, "Butter him up, beg, plead, cajole, lie -
" as he completed his thought, " - you would give me the privilege of
fucking me Sir?  I would love it if you would use my ass for your pleasure
like youÕre using my hands Sir."  Bob remained silent bating his prey.
"Please Sir?" he begged, with the lilt of a question in his voice.
	"You want me to put my huge cock in your pretty little ass where
hundreds of men have gone before and no doubt dumped their loads?"
	"No Sir," Jake objected, "Only a few men have fucked me Sir and
they didnÕt cum in me Sir!  Honest Sir!"  The SirÕs were flowing like
water.  Again Bob was silent encouraging the beautiful young man stroking
him to further expose and embarrass himself - to explain what should be
private, and no ones business.  "Sir the last time it - " (not I) " - was
fucked, was more than four years ago," Feeling obligated to give a history
of "itÕs" use, was titillating Bob no end.  He was loving it, "And honest
Sir, only four men ever did it, and none of them ever came inside.  The
first one I had no choice about, because he tied me up when I was young and
just took it.  His dick was tiny Sir.  He pulled out and made me eat his
load.  The others werenÕt very big Sir, and it happened one every few
years."
	Bob chimed in, "Well, I really donÕt think you would want me to
fuck you then."
	"Why Sir?" he questioned worriedly, thinking of his COÕs
expectation.
	"Because you said no one has cum in you.  I shoot huge loads, and I
like cuming it in what ever IÕm using - keeps the mess down - plus I like
it to stay there.  Besides, you could never take the pain.  You seem too
self-serving to do it just for my pleasure.  YouÕd pull away and interrupt
me.  Seems like youÕre fucking up a lot of shit around here.  I know youÕve
embarrassed Max a number of times, right?"
	The pretty, solicitous, "thing" agreed, "Yes Sir and IÕm really
sorry."  He continued pleasuring the huge cock and listening to its owner.
	"Seems to me Max has been very patient with you.  He appears pretty
upset and tired of the bull shit.  IÕm not so patient with a fuck up."
	"Please Sir?  He pleaded, "ItÕs all cleaned real good Sir.  I want
to make up for things.  I promise I wonÕt interrupt you!"
	His vow to, "Lie and cajole," would not leave him alone.  "ItÕs all
I want Sir!  I humbly beg you Sir for the honor of giving you my clean and
ready asshole on your terms Sir.  I really want your pleasure!"
	With his purposeful silence, Bob let Jake fill the pregnant air
while his huge phallus was stroked by the pleading supplicant playing right
into MaxÕs hands.  Then Bob did some programming of his own.  He took the
mind made supple and willing by the drugs and alcohol and planted what he
wanted.  "ThereÕs nothing in your world right now but my pleasure and my
big cock.  Nothing is more important than me fucking you.  You want it more
than youÕve ever wanted anything.  You canÕt take your mind off my huge
cock, and your greatest need is to give me your well prepped ass.  Nothing
matters more than pleasing me and making up for things with Max."
	The helpless, hapless, and hopeless, slave was unable to process
anything other than, what he was being given to think.  Bob reinforced the
programming by making Jake repeat certain confirming phrases, and no matter
how derogatory, there was no hesitation (other than slowness due to the
drug) in debasing himself.  Bob had decided by now that this fuckhole was
definitely going to be his property, and his before he even used it.
	Bob told Jake that when he heard fingers snap, he was to begin
slowly, thoughtfully, and audibly pleading, "Please fuck me Sir," until it
happened.  He released him from his cock duty - gave him a spot on the wall
facing away to stare at, and blanked out all other thoughts except that for
which he was going to beg - Bob fucking him.  Bob snapped his fingers, and
dutifully - In a trans-like state, the boy quietly commenced his
assignment.  The handsome young dupe stared at the spot on the wall and
repeatedly spoke the only words in his mind.  Bob went to the door and
asked Dieter if he would summon Max, then returned to the sofa and sat
down.  He relaxed and watched his immanent purchase gazing transfixed
begging soulfully for Bob to fuck him - over and over.
	Max came in and saw the mesmerized figure kneeling with hands
behind him repeating his plea, and walked over to Bob.  With Jake oblivious
to all but the implanted words flowing unendingly from between his lips,
Bob made his pronouncement, "IÕll take it!" he said quietly.  He picked up
his bag and put it on the coffee table in front of him.  "ThereÕs a hundred
thousand in there.  I really had every intention of trying to talk you
down, but - " he pulled a pen from his pocket & walked to the bar where
there was a pad and started writing, " - hereÕs my promissory note for the
rest. You know IÕm good for it.  That ok?  I donÕt even want to use it
until I know its mine."
	Max told Bob that he trusted him implicitly and that he understood
completely.  He nodded questioningly in the boyÕs direction and mouthed
inaudible words. "He have any idea?"
	"Still knows nothing," Bob said.  The repetitive, soon-to-be-used
slave/ fuck hole, knelt there without a clue that heÕd just been bought and
sold, "All heÕs thinking of right now is my big cock."  Max nodded a smirk
of approval as Bob continued.  The menÕs conversation was just words on
JakeÕs periphery as Bob spoke more loudly, "He said he knows heÕs fucked up
and embarrassed you and he wants to make things right with you."
	"ThatÕs good to hear.  What else did he tell you?"  Max winked at
Bob as he spoke aloud.  The conversation was for JakeÕs benefit - that is,
what ever of it was getting through.  Bob walked over to the kneeling
figure and stood alongside of it.  He patted it rather like a pet.
Familiarly - knowing it now belonged to him, he ran his hand back and forth
over that delightful bristle of hair heÕd always loved the feel of, caused
by a short cropped buzz cut, "He said all he cares about is getting my huge
beautiful cock up his ass.  He wants it more than heÕs ever wanted
anything.  IsnÕt that right boy?  Nod if you agree with me."  The pace of
his pleas uninterrupted, and his posture unchanged, the boy seeking to
accommodate his CO nodded his agreement.  "Is there anything more important
to you than my pleasure?" Bob asked his unaware acquisition.  The head
shook, "no," and the steady stream of pleas continued unabated.
	The men put a collar on BobÕs new fuckhole - attached a leash,
lifted it gently from its knees, turned it around, and led it out the door.
They took it to a room down the hall with a sling where Bob could
comfortably use his new toy.  It offered no resistance as they backed it up
to the sling - laid it gently down, and got it situated.  The men sat down
in comfort and relaxed with their drinks and conversation, while watching
and listening to the now well-positioned fuck hole.  Max congratulated Bob
on his new purchase and told him he was the first one he thought of the
minute he saw it undressing.
	The handsome lad was a picture to behold laying there on his back
suspended as dead weight from the ceiling quietly begging to be fucked.
The only things touching his exposed helpless and beautiful form, were the
leather of the minimal sling in which he lay, and the restraints making
useless his limbs.  The sling almost didnÕt show - the beautifully muscled
carpenterÕs body almost seeming to float among the chains - and yet the
support was so complete, that under different circumstances he might even
have fallen asleep.  Sleep was a far cry however, from what he would
experience here and now.
	Bob got up - gave that coded knowing wink to Max - walked the few
feet to the sling - held casually onto one of the chains, and spoke words
of feigned doubt and concern for JakeÕs benefit, "HeÕs begging for it like
I told him to, but IÕm wondering if maybe he doesnÕt mean it - that he
doesnÕt really want it."  The words prompted Max to action.  He went to the
head of the sling and leaned down to JakeÕs ear.  He quelled the pleas
having become somewhat mechanical, and spoke in a voice soft enough to be
mistaken as private, but loud enough for Bob to enjoy hearing, "YouÕre
coming dangerously close to fucking this up for me.  If you like, Bob could
come back and fuck you after youÕve had a week in one of my cells
downstairs and a daily diet of shit from your bucket.  That what you want?"
	Just as quietly came the immediate answer, "No Sir!"
	"Remember you vowed to do anything to make this happen for me.
NowÕs the time."  He was about to receive some more of that "coaching" -
more detailed in nature - in fact heÕd be given the explicit tenor of what
needed to be said - if not the exact words to parrot.
	The coaching/ programming/ brain washing/ mind manipulation began
as Max spoke into the boyÕs ear, "Admit youÕre a worthless fuckup and tell
him how sorry you are, and do some serious begging.  Remember he loves to
fuck a beggar."  Max put his hand over the boys mouth and held a poppers
inhaler to his nose.  It startled him.  It was as if his breath was being
cut off, and almost involuntarily he turned away from it.  Max forcefully,
and easily, countered the knee jerk reaction without a word.  None were
necessary.  As their boy, slave, toy, dupe, victim, party favor, had no
choice but to breathe in the chemical, it took its effect.
	The drugs and alcohol were doing a good job of eradicating
inhibitions, but poppers would effectively remove remaining independent
thought, or pride, or reserve, that could possibly allow for resistance to
the self deprecation Max was looking for.  JakeÕs pride was being destroyed
- stripped away.  In its place Max was successfully sewing the seeds for
self identity as a worthless fuckup.
	There would be no more poppers after this - none to attenuate the
pain - only now - here - to facilitate the denigrating words Jake was about
to offer accepting responsibility for embarrassing his CO and screwing
things up - saying he was sorry - asking forgiveness - and begging to be
the fuckhole and cum receptacle for this man heÕd never met - whose name he
didnÕt know, and whose mega cock - which he was begging for - he was having
difficulty even imagining being fucked by.  As Jake entered his altered
poppers-induced state, Max said he would "help" him.  He reminded the boy
regarding, no hesitation, and no need for thought.
	And with that, the promised "help" commenced, "Now admit to him you
are a worthless fuckup." Max "whispered" in his ear.
	"Sir," he began, "IÕm a worthless fuckup."
	"Tell him youÕre very sorry and that you want to make up for
everything."  "Everything," a big all encompassing word - perfect for
maximizing feelings of self condemnation.
	The expected echo came, "IÕm really sorry Sir, and I want to make
up for everything."
	 "Plead with him to forgive you."
	Little at a time, with just what his softened mind could handle,
Max crouched there and spoke the words into JakeÕs ear loud enough for Bob
to hear, and they were driving him literally into a frenzy of lust.
Listening to Max fuck their toyÕs mind felt almost as good as plowing a
hole.  Bob stroked his monster meat almost in a trance himself, to the mind
bending "chords" Max was strumming.
	"Sir, I beg you to forgive me."
	Max covered his mouth again and held the inhaler to JakeÕs nose for
another considerable dose of added insurance, "ThatÕs it," Max encouraged,
as the boy reentered that altered state, "YouÕre doing much better."
	Then a volunteered statement as Max removed his hand and the
inhaler, that made both men wink at each other simultaneously with utter
self satisfaction, "Thank you so much Sir for your help."
	"You owe me your thanks," Max said, "See how good it makes you feel
to give it to me?"
	"Yes Sir.  Thank you Sir."  Putty would be an apt description for
what lay there - or modeling clay.
	"Ok - now tell him that begging him to fuck you is not just words,
that - his pleasure is truly all you can think about, and for god sake
convince him you need his huge load in you!  Then prove it by begging him
more sweetly and convincingly than before.  Go ahead!" was the final
prompt.
	"Sir," he began sincerely, "Begging you to fuck me with your
beautiful cock is not just words.  All this worthless fuckup wants Sir, is
to have you pleasure yourself and have your huge load in me - the first
load ever. "Please Sir - Please Sir - Please Sir - I beg you Sir to please
fuck me with your amazing cock.  It is the biggest most beautiful cock I
have ever seen Sir.  ItÕs all I can think about."  Now THAT was the truth.
The drugs, alcohol, and MaxÕs capable programming were making sure of it.
	Deliriously, through the din of the drugs and the haze of the
poppers, the thoughts being expressed, were the ones Max programmed in his
ear, passed unobstructed through his manipulated brain, and exited his oral
fuckhole - and the emanation of pleas began again - only this time - as
instructed - with a sweeter, more sincere, and convincing quality, "Please
Sir this fuckup begs you to fuck me Sir.  Please Fuck me Sir.  I beg you
Sir please may I have your huge load inside me."
	His attacker - the one that would soon rape him interrupted his
renewed begging, "Hold on a minute.  So do I have it right - your pussy is
mine for the taking?"
	"Yes Sir."
	"Say it!"
	"My pussy is yours for the taking Sir."
	"I can have it?"
	"Yes Sir."
	"Say it."
	"You can have it Sir."
	"Have what?"
	"You can have my pussy Sir."
	"And you want me to dump my huge load of cum in it and youÕll keep
it there?"
	"Yes Sir."  This time he volunteered the statement, "Please Sir
dump your huge load in my pussy so I can keep it there for you Sir."
	Bob was quiet, seeing what the pregnant silence would produce.  Not
to disappoint, as Max stood at the head of the slave and winked at Bob, he
slapped Jakes face lightly to kick him back into gear, "Keep going.
Convince him," he instructed - and a resultant stream erupted from the
mouth of the bought and paid for property.  The boy gave Max all he had -
both to pay his debt for screwing up, and not to further embarrass or
disappoint his CO, "No hesitation and no thought," was ringing in his
muddled mind as he followed MaxÕs instruction to convince his important
client - to help Max "close the deal" that was so important to him.
	"Please pleasure yourself Sir.  Please fuck your pussy Sir.  Please
let me watch you enjoy yourself Sir."  And then begging as had formerly
been streamed, leaving no doubt as to its drug enhanced sincerity, with a
markedly sweeter, more sing-song, and more urgent quality about it, "Please
fuck me Sir!  Please fuck me Sir!  Please fuck me Sir!  Please fuck me Sir
- " It WAS all he could think about.  It WAS the most important thing in
the world right now.  Nothing else mattered than accommodating his CO -
making things right for screwing up - helping close the deal instead of
hindering.
	Bob let the fresh reprogramming reverberate for a while, grinning
along with Max from ear to ear. "Now THAT I believe," he said, over the
nonstop pleas - chuckling, and winking back at Max - offering his words of
gratification, "ThatÕs how a slave should beg its Master to use it.  THAT
gets me going."  The words, "how a slave should beg its Master to use it,"
were heard, but could not be processed in the moment by the one crying out
to be - without realizing all the ramifications - taken/ ravaged/
assaulted/ violated/ molested/ defiled/ spoiled/ tainted/ subjugated/
tortured/ terrorized/ and savagely raped by the stranger.  Begging to be
"fucked," was the representative plea that would include all of the abuses
of which the toy in the sling was being kept - for now - completely in the
dark.
	Bob was never more ready to make a fuckhole bleed, to hear its
consequential screams, and take his full satisfaction by breeding it full
of himself, than he was here and now - at this HIS victimÕs expense - the
expense of his pride, his self respect, his manhood, his personhood, his
load -inviting virginity, his freedom, his independence, and his humanity -
and part of the beauty of it for the prurient and devious pleasure of these
diabolical men, was that he didnÕt even know these things were at risk -
being stripped away.  The game they were playing using him as their pawn
didnÕt include his knowledge of that yet.  It would come.  Desire and
imagination were the only limitations for the ways sadistic men the likes
of Max and Bill could use, cause torment, suffering, pain, and anguish, for
slaves like Jake had become without his knowledge.
	Bob motioned to Max for the installation of a ball gag.  One was
produced and installed post haste, and instantly the renewed sweet,
sincere, convincing, pleas, turned into gibberish - but as per the
instructions not to stop until Bob fucked him, the indistinguishable sounds
persisted.  Max poured Bob a drink and the two prurient men enjoyed - what
to them - was erotic music, coming from around the red ball filling JakeÕs
mouth.
	Max congratulated Bob on his new property, his immanent christening
fuck, and to the impending first load ever in the slaveÕs cunt being his
own.  The boyÕs pussy being virginal - at least in that sense - was an
added cause to celebrate. The men toasted to all the aforementioned - as
well as to their victim - its capture by Max, and BobÕs purchase.  Bob
stripped down.  When he finally got down to lowering his underwear, his
magnificent phallus sprang free and hit him in the stomach as the confining
elastic band of his boxers cleared its excessive and rigid length.  HeÕd
worn boxers most of his life.  HeÕd tried briefs when he was younger to
help disguise what heÕd been blessed with, and to keep from being made fun
of for it, but with the enormity of his endowment heÕd always found them
much too confining.



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