Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2012 07:51:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: jdr <daiuyrau@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 7, With a Flip of a Coin

     Jeff continued his merciless pounding of Sam's exposed ass.  Every
time Sam said, "I'm your bitch, Master, I am your pussy boy bitch," Jeff's
dick grew harder and his confidence grew larger.  Jeff's cock had never
felt so good.  Hell, Jeff himself had never felt so good.  He had his own
live-in pussy and cock sucker, his own laundry and cleaning boy, his own
servant to wait on him hand and foot, his own supply of additional income,
his own owned slave.  The nap he took earlier, the black coffee he drank
before retrieving Sam, and his own exultations all re-energized him, giving
him plenty of staying power to keep going past dawn.

     By sharp contrast, Sam was on his last legs both physically and
mentally.  Emotionally, he was drained with nothing left.  He had been face
slapped, gut punched, clothespinned, ball tortured, choke holded, ball
kneed, face fucked, ass raped, and whipped with a flogger and a belt.  He
had been tied up, tied down, forced to crawl, forced to stand, stripped
naked, shaved smooth, and given an awful haircut.  He had been robbed of
his truck, his hats, his best shirts, his bank account, his credit card,
his bed, his home, his dignity, his freedom and his life.  He had
repeatedly had to state that that he was a slave, a cocksucker, a pussy boy
and a bitch.  He had swallowed spit, drunk piss, licked boots, tongue
bathed toes, sucked two cocks, and was now taking one of those cocks up his
hitherto virginal butt.  Small wonder he had no idea which end was up, only
which end was being pounded like hell.

     And even his addled mind suspected more to come.  And cum it did, with
Jeff giving an animalistic howl as, for the first but not last time, he
shot a load into Sam's helpless ass.

     "AHHH!" Jeff yelled.  "OHMYGOD!  TAKE IT, SLAVE!  TAKE MY CUM!"

     Thrust after thrust after thrust penetrated farther than Sam knew his
gut extended, filling his bowels with an uncomfortable bloating sensation
underlying the exquisite pain -- and something else -- another sensation --
a feeling Sam had not even heard about.  This was a sweet strong hit of
pleasure throbbing through his asshole and right into his cock, turning it
rigidly hard and then making it spew cum hands free.  The slave's
sleep-deprived brain could not comprehend what was going on or why.
Knowing nothing about a prostate massage, all the humiliated cowboy could
think was that he must really enjoy being fucked up the ass.

     Jeff slowly recovered from his incredible high.  He pulled himself up
from Sams' back and out of Sam's hole.  Then he walked around the chair,
stood in front of his blindfolded slave and said, "Lick it clean, pussy
boy."  Sam reluctantly opened his mouth and absorbed the limpid cock,
thankful that the Colonel had cleaned out his ass that night with
successive enemas.  When Jeff was satisfied with the cock cleaning job, the
new master bitchslapped his slave with the cock a couple of times.  Then he
picked up a used jockstrap from his gym bag and gagged Sam with it.

     Jeff next sat in front of his own computer and went to town on Sam's
credit card accounts.  He browsed the Internet for leather sex items, found
what he wanted and ordered them to be shipped in Sam's name (since he was
the one paying for them) to the address they shared.  When the master
finished his online shopping, he shut off his computer and stood up.  To
his consternation, his blindfolded, bound and gagged slave was dozing in
place.  Jeff had no intention of letting Sam get some rest.  He took his
wide belt and, without warning, crashed it repeatedly on the cowboy's
exposed back.

     Sam was dozing, his mind adrift, when abruptly a searing pain shot
from his back to his brain, jolting him awake and causing him to scream
into the jockstrap gag.  The first hit was quickly followed by many more,
making him writhe in pain, straining against his rope bondage.  The sheer
agony caused his dick to shrivel.

     Watching Sam in pain had the opposite effect on Jeff's penis.  It grew
harder with every whack of the belt until it was standing straight up and
looking for relief.  Jeff almost walked back around behind Sam for another
force fuck, but this time he had other plans.  He started by untying Sam's
wrists, moving the arms behind the slave's back and re-tying the wrists
together.  Then he untied the ankles and helped Sam to a standing position
on wobbly legs.  Jeff shoved the chair to one side and pushed Sam to a
kneeling position.  He stepped behind the slave and tied the ankles
together.  Then the master removed the gag, tossing the jockstrap to one
side.  Sam knew, without being told, not to make a sound.

     Jeff took a heavy chain and hung it from the back of Sam's neck with
the ends draping over the cowboy's naked shoulders.  The master removed the
blindfold.  Sam blinked his eyes against the light, then focused on his
surroundings.  Jeff was standing naked in front of him, slowly swinging a
brass padlock from the tips of his fingers.

     "Do you know what this is, slave?"

     "Yes, Master, it's a padlock."

     "What is hanging around your neck, slave?"

     "A chain, Master."

     "Ask to be my collared slave."

     Sam's hesitation was met with a hard slap to the face.  "Ask to be my
collared slave."

     This time there was no delay.  "Master, please make me your collared
slave."

     "Once this padlock snaps onto the chain ends, that collar stays on,
understood slave?"

     "Yes, Master, I understand."

     Sam closed his eyes, not bearing to watch Jeff enslave him with the
collar.  But instead of feeling and hearing the lock click shut, he felt
Jeff's hands untying his wrists.  He opened his eyes to see his master
standing back in front of him.

     "Untie your ankles," Jeff ordered.  Sam did so.  He was now unbound,
with a chain draped from his neck but no restraints anywhere on his naked
body.

     "Extend your hand," Jeff said, and Sam did.  Wordlessly, Jeff placed
the padlock into Sam's palm.  Wordlessly, without dropping his eyes from
their upward gaze into those of his Master, Sam looped the lock tongue into
the two chain ends and locked them into place.  By his own hand he was now
a collared slave.

     Jeff concealed his glee at Sam's complete surrender, but his cock was
ready for more action.  Taking Sam's hands in his own, he moved them to his
thighs.  Taking the hint, Sam started massaging his Master's upper legs and
leaned to work them with his mouth just as the Colonel had taught him to
do.  This time, the cock sucking would be gentle, caressing, erotic,
unforced.  Jeff's legs started to buckle from pleasure.  He sat down on his
bed, Sam knee-crawling to keep the cock enwrapped.  Jeff leaned back
against the bedroom wall.

     With his hands no longer tied, Sam started moving them around Jeff's
torso.  He found and tweaked Jeff's tits.  He squeezed Jeff's pecs.  He
lightly grazed his fingers along Jeff's abs.  His actions resulted in Jeff
reaching close to climax.  Indeed, the top would have cum but for his
determination not to get off in his boy's mouth.  Jeff pulled his cock from
Sam's mouth, stood up and directed Sam onto the bed on his back.  Jeff then
took the pillow he had confiscated from Sam's bedroom, put it under the
small of Sam's back, lifted the bottom's legs up to his own shoulders and
then began a long, slow, sensuous fucking, all the while looking Sam in the
eye.

     Sam's hand automatically moved to his own cock, only to be caught at
the wrist by Jeff and pushed to the bed surface just above Sam's head.
Jeff took Sam's other hand by the wrist and moved it there, too.  The whole
while he kept staring into Sam's eyes and telling the slave how good it
felt, how tight his pussy was, how much Jeff would be enjoying doing it
whenever he wanted to.  Finally, with a loud groan, for the second time in
thirty minutes Jeff unloaded his jizz into his own personal slaveboy pussy,
thrusting it in with stroke after stroke.

     For a moment the two sweaty college kids just lay there, both overcome
by the moment.  Then Jeff regained control of himself and the situation.
He rose up and ordered Sam to drop to the floor and follow him.  Without
bothering to look back, Jeff walked through the living room and into the
bathroom, knowing his slave was crawling behind him.  When Sam caught up
with him, Jeff ordered, "Into the tub, slave."  Sam crawled over the side
and into the bathtub.

     "On your knees, slave, facing me, hands behind your head."  Sam's
lower legs were too long to make the position comfortable, with his thighs
wedged between the sides of the tub, but he complied.

     "Look at me, slave, and open your mouth," ordered Jeff.  Sam would
never have obeyed except for his mental state.  By this time he was long
overdue for some sleep.  He had been so effectively mindfucked that his
resistance was nil.  A thought tried to rise in his addled brain telling
him not to do this, but it was overwhelmed by a flashback to the last time
he was in a bathtub, almost being drowned by the sadistic Colonel.  Sam
would do anything to avoid repeating that experience.  He proved that
"anything" really meant anything by looking up at his naked Master and
opening his slave mouth.

     Jeff's cock was limp from just having shot cum, but the power of the
moment was so seductive that he almost got hard again.  Here he was,
standing in front of a kneeling slave, completely in command.  And with
that thought, Jeff started to piss, deliberately spraying his urine on
Sam's face, on his head, on his chest and in his mouth.

     "Piss for me, slave," Jeff demanded, and Sam without thinking let his
own piss stream out onto the bathtub floor.  When both students' bladders
were drained, Jeff reached over to the knobs and turned the shower on.  The
initial cold burst of water hit Sam on the head with his hands still held
in place behind it.  Before he could more than shudder, the water warmed up
and Jeff stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed behind
him.

     "Hands behind your back, slave, and bend down" ordered Jeff.  Sam
complied.  Jeff took his left foot, pressed it onto the back of Sam's skull
and guided Sam's head down to Jeff's right foot.  "Lick," said Jeff, and
Sam did.

     The water bounced off of both cowboys as Sam's tongue slowly worked
its way over both feet and then up both legs.  When his mouth reached
Jeff's crotch, he was pleasantly surprised by his Master lifting him up to
his feet.  Jeff's cock had seen enough action for the night.  Now he just
wanted to finish the shower and get them both to bed.

     For the next ten minutes Sam learned how to wash Jeff to the latter's
satisfaction, including shampooing what was now the only head of real hair
in the apartment.  Jeff cut off the water and instructed Sam how to towel
him dry in the future.  Then, both students clean and dry, Jeff ordered Sam
to crawl into his own bedroom and lie down on the bare mattress pad on his
side.

     Jeff joined his slave after stopping at the laundry hamper they shared
to pick out three dirty t-shirts.  He used them to blindfold Sam, tie his
ankles together and tie his wrists behind the slave's back.  So there Sam
was, on a bare mattress on the floor, his eyes, hands and feet immobilized.
"Pleasant dreams," said the unseen Master, leaving Sam to himself until
Jeff decided to wake him up and return him to the harsh world of being a
slave.