Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 20:41:20 -0700
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy Chapter 12

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations
and/or acts.


Cigar Boy, Chapter 12

You ever wake up and feel like you just had a really bad dream but you
can't remember what it was exactly?

That's the way I felt as I started waking up.  I tried opening my eyes but
they just would not open.  I tried to stretch but I couldn't move.  And
when I tried to open my mouth I realized that I was gagged.  It was like
nothing I could ever remember.  The feeling of being so helpless and so
scared, but at the same time being excited was something I had never felt
before.  Or at least I have never felt it like this.

I was to be collared today.  That was the one thought that kept echoing
through my mind.  I was going to be Mike's boy.  I was going to belong to
Mike.  Was I nuts?

I'm not even out of high school yet.  I have my whole life ahead of me.  Oh
my god.  What have I done?

Yet as loud as this voice was in my head, there was another voice.  I will
belong to Mike.  I will be one of his boys.  I will have a family to
protect me and most of all I will have Mike to make me feel alive like no
one else has ever done.

These voices could have argued all day in my head if I had not felt a hand
on my exposed stomach.  Thanks to Mike, I had no hair anymore on my body.
Mike had it all removed just a few weeks ago and it was not growing back.
The hand on my skin was gentle but rough.  It stroked my stomach and felt
its way up to my chest.  The hand stopped at my nipples and started playing
with them and twisting them hard.  I moaned and screamed but the hand never
stopped or showed any signs of caring that I was in pain.

Then I felt another hand grab my other nipple and now my back was arched up
off the table.  Mike never played with my nipples like this.  At most I
think all Mike ever did was brush them lightly.  But this was something
totally new.

My mind was going a hundred miles an hour.  This was pain in a way Mike had
never given me.  Or if he had, it didn't feel like this.  I think I could
do anything if Mike asked, but this wasn't Mike.  I knew this even though I
could not prove it.  I knew by the way his hands felt that this wasn't
Mike. Even without hearing a voice, I knew.

That's when I started to notice the smell.  This man even smelt different
than Mike.  Mike always had that cigar smell.  Even when he was not smoking
he had that smell of a cigar being smoked.  Mike also smelled like a man.
He had a musk that filled my head every time I breathed it in.  I swear his
smell turned me on as much as the feeling of safety and comfort I felt when
I was in his presence.  This man did not have that smell.

This man smelt like cologne that had been put on 3 days ago and was almost
worn off.  He had a cigar smell, but it wasn't as strong as Mike's smell.
It was more like someone that had been in the room when a cigar was smoked.

Again I found my mind wondering off and looking into those dark places that
I never think about.  The pain was still there, but my moaning and
screaming had stopped and I had begun to accept the pinching and pulling
reacting more to the pressure than to the pain.

That's when I felt something being applied to my nipples.  It was metal and
cold.  And it bit into my nipples with a renewed sharp pain.

Again I heard my screams before I realized I was screaming.  It was like my
mind was not in my body any longer.  I heard the slap before I even felt
the man's hand impact my stomach.  The sting was sharp but disappeared
quickly.  That was followed by and even louder slap and then another
delayed sharp pain.

I know it doesn't make sense, or at least it didn't to me, but I felt like
my body was no longer mine, or attached to my head.  I felt like my brain
was somewhere else and was watching what was going on.  This feeling was so
strange, but I was glad because I could only imagine what the pain would be
like if I was really feeling it all.

The metal on my nipples grew colder and the pain shaper.  Then the burning
started.  It was a sharp burning pain, like being stabbed.  I knew that
feeling.  Oh God my nipples were pierced!

I already have a prince albert in my cock and a pair of rings in my balls.
Now I have something in my nipples too.

I guess I don't have to worry about what my dad will think.  I'm not even a
sophomore in high school yet and I already have five piercings, none by
choice.  I have no hair below my neck anymore and my long hair has been
turned into a military high and tight.  If you were to put a picture of me
from a month ago next to one from today I doubt you would think they were
the same person.

I can feel the metal rings being moved into my nipples now.  The burning
was bearable but it hurt and the person doing it was not trying to be
gentle I don't think.

I found it odd that I had not heard any voices yet.  So far everything had
been done in silence.  Or at least I thought everything had been done in
silence but that's when the man pulled some kind of ear muffs off me and I
heard the room for the first time.

There were a lot of voices.  Some were excited, and others muffled.  I
could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex too.  Sucking and slurping noises
were coming from several directions and it sounded like some poor boy was
being fucked mercilessly but that sound was coming from farther away.  I
wondered if it was even in the same room.  Where I had once thought that I
was alone in the room with this man that was abusing me, now I realized
that I was in the middle of some big party and that I was probably the
center of attention.

The smell of cigars was getting more prevalent now as well.  I guess I was
so fixated on the man that was touching me, he was all I was aware of.  I
noticed that I get like this sometimes with Mike too.  There are times when
Mike can be in the center of a room full of people and yet Mike is the only
person I remember.

"How do your nipples feel boy?" I heard Bill say.

I hoped he didn't expect an answer considering I still had a gag in my
mouth.

"Do you like them boy?" Bill asked and then laughed.  "Hey guys, look at
Mike's soon to be boy over here.  I pierced his nipples and his cock got
hard."

I was hard?  I didn't even realize it.

I heard some cheering and stuff coming from the men in the room.  But as I
strained to listen the one voice I did not here was Mike's.

"Next this boy needs his registration number." Bill said out loud like an
announcement.

This had me worried and confused.  What did he mean a registration number?
What was I being registered for?  I could only guess but somehow I doubt
anything I thought of could be the truth.

"You listening to me boy?" I heard Bill whisper into my ear.  "I am about
to undo your hands and neck and sit you up.  Then I am going to reposition
you so you can get your number.  Do not squirm or move when the man is
putting your number on you.  If he screws it up, there is no fixing it.  So
be very still boy.  Nod if you understand."



I didn't move.  I was so scared at that point that I'm not even sure I
realized that bill had stopped talking.  But Bill was sure he was going to
get a response from me.  Bill leveled his large hand right down in the
middle of my stomach so hard that the sound of the smack was heard long
before the sting set in.  Needless to say I was fully aware of everything
after that.

"I said to nod if you understood boy." Bill's voice was stern and deep.

I nodded although I didn't really know what was going on.  Then I felt a
hand on the back of my head guiding me into a seated position.  Next I felt
Bill's hand grab my wrists and stretch them out in front of me and attach
them to something near my ankles.  Finally I felt a wooden block get pushed
into my stomach.

This block caused me to have to sit as far back as I could until my arms
couldn't take any more stress.  It also caused me to arch my back.  So here
I was feeling like it couldn't get any worse when a chain was put around my
neck and attached to that wooden thing forcing me to bend my head down too.

I could feel someone getting onto the table like thing I was attached to
and I could hear and feel them setting something up but I couldn't figure
out what they were doing.  Not like they really wanted me to know anyway.
Bill kept asking me questions and slapping the back of my head when I
didn't answer, or didn't answer fast enough.

These were pretty mindless questions.  Things like "You do love Mike don't
you?" or "You would do anything he told you to right?" I know they were
only trying to keep me distracted.  I just didn't know why.

Suddenly I felt something cold on the back of my neck.  It was like they
were cleaning it or something.  Then I smelled the alcohol.  Now I knew
they were cleaning it, but I wasn't sure why.

My mind was racing.  I mean what else could they do to me.  I knew they
weren't going to pierce the back of my neck.  But what were they doing.

Then I heard it.  It was like a humming noise, like something mechanical.
My mind didn't put it all together until I felt the vibrations and the
stinging on the back of my neck.  I was being tattooed!

"Now the boy has been registered to Mike.  His name, Adam, and his slave
registration number, along with its bar code, are being applied to the back
of his neck." Bill was making another one of his general announcements
again.  "Anytime someone in our community sees it, they will know this boy
is owned and simply by putting his slave registration number into the
computer will be able to tell by whom."

The cheering and stuff started all over again.

But even with all the noise and cheers, all I could feel was a vibration
that meant my life was never going to be the same.  This tattoo was
vibrating my spine and I could feel it all over my body.  I wondered if
that's why they put this tattoo there.  So that you felt it all over your
body as it was done.

The person that did it worked fast.  Although I couldn't tell you how long
it took, it felt like only a few minutes.  I could feel some dabbing at the
area, and truth be known it didn't really hurt too much after the man
finished.

"One more time boy, only this time you will be turned over and lay down on
your stomach." Bill said in my ear as the block was removed from my stomach
and I could feel people undoing my restraints.

I was rolled over and secured back to the table.  This time though I was on
my stomach and I was starting to worry about what was going to happen next.
Luckily, and I use that term loosely, I didn't have to wait too long to
find out.

"Mike's mark is now going to be applied to his new boy" Bill's loud voice
boomed out over the crowd. "In accordance with his wishes, it is going to
be put on the boys right ass cheek."

Again the cold feeling of liquid hitting my skin alerted me to the fact I
was about to get my second tattoo.  This one took quite a bit longer
though.  It took so long that I became lost in the vibrations that the
tattoo gun caused in my ass.  In fact at one point it started feeling
really good.

As I was lost in thought while getting this second tattoo, I couldn't help
think how other boys like me took all this.  I mean I was scared, but I was
also looking forward to belonging to Mike.  Is this what all the boys felt?
Did any of them get asked if they wanted to have this done?  Or was this
done to them once they were taken by a man?

But most of all how was this going to change my life?  I couldn't go to
school like this could I?  How do I explain the tattoos and piercings?  I
mean I'm just turning 16 in a few months.  Don't you have to be 18 to have
this kind of thing done?

Ironically the one thing I wasn't worried about anymore was my father.  I
mean if what I saw the other night was real, and that was my dad, he really
couldn't tell me what to do anymore.  Let's face it; the man that was
attached to that wall, getting beaten and then fucked, really had no right
to tell me what to do with my life.  That person wasn't even human to me.
He was an object that Mike used like a toy.  At least Mike cared for me and
treated me like a person.  That's more than I could say for the man on the
wall.

Finally the vibrations stopped.  The tattoo must have been finished.  I
waited for Bill to tell me what was coming next but all I heard was the
room becoming quite.  In fact it became almost too quite.

I guess everyone was leaving at this point but I don't know why.  The
sounds of sex were gone for the most part.  The air even felt heavier than
it did before.  A slap to my left ass cheek and a quick whisper in my ear
was the only warning I had.

"You just stay here for a while boy.  Everyone has gone to change and get
ready for the ceremony." Bill whispered in my ear.  That was the last thing
I heard too since Bill placed the ear muffs back on me.

I had heard the saying about silence being deafening but until now I don't
think I ever understood it.  The silence was worse than the bondage or
anything else I had been put through so far.  It made it so I couldn't keep
track of time, or know if anyone was in the room with me.  For all I knew
there could have been a room full of people standing around me, but without
being able to see or hear, how would I ever know?

I actually think I fell asleep because the next thing I remember is a hand
on my back waking me up.  This was more gentle and less rough then Bill's
hand.  It also felt quite a bit smaller.  The ear muffs were removed and I
heard this person's voice for the first time, it sounded like a boy, maybe
my age or a little younger.

"I was sent to get you ready." The boy said to me. "I'm going to undo these
restraints and get you off this table, but I'm not allowed to take off your
blind fold.  I can however remove the gag.  I'm sorry, it's going to hurt."

That struck me as being strange actually.  How was removing the gag going
to hurt?  That's what I thought at least until he undid the strap and
pulled the ball out of my mouth.  The pain that followed was not what I was
expecting at all.  My jaw ached.  It wasn't a sharp pain; I could have
dealt with that better I think.  This was an ache that started the minute I
tried to close my mouth and felt like it would never stop.

"Open and close your mouth slowly over and over again," the boy said. "This
will help.  Your luck though, I was left like that for over a day before I
was collared."

Lucky?  If he says so I guess I was, but I wanted to seriously ask if he
was kidding.

"Your Master must really like you." The boy was talking to me as he undid
my restraints and helped me up.  "The man that your Master got to do your
marks was really good.  He took his time and they look great.  I can't see
mine, but the man was really rough with me and I've been told they are
going to have to be removed and redone at some point."

I couldn't imagine having to have a tattoo removed.  Of course until today
I couldn't have imagined getting a tattoo either.

"I'm going to take you to the bathroom and clean you up" the boy started
talking to me again. "I have to make sure you're ready for later, and I
don't want to upset Master Bill if I don't do a good enough job."

I finally felt like I could speak so I tried to say okay.  Nothing came out
as I tried though.  I still think the boy got the idea.

Over the next hour or so I was washed, groomed, and cleaned out.  This was
the first time anyone had ever put water up my ass.  I also hoped it would
be the last time.  It made me feel so dirty to have this boy I didn't even
know tell me to squat and then let out all the water.  It also smelled like
shit.  I could only imagine what all was coming out of me.  I was so
embarrassed.  I actually started to cry as he was doing all this to me and
I don't know why.

"It's all going to be over soon" the boy tried to reassure me.

But I didn't really care at this point; I just wanted it over now.  Once he
had finished I was led out into another room.  I think it was the living
room, but I didn't really know.  I was led to a small platform where I was
told to step up and then kneel.

I knelt down on a pillow and then my hands were moved behind my back and
the restraints reapplied.

"Please stay just like this until they start the ceremony." The boy said.
"I don't think it will be too long.  I think they are just finishing up
disciplining that man in the leather bondage suit."

I wanted to ask about the man, but I was too worried about what was going
to become of me in the next few minutes to ask.

As I knelt there I ran back over the last few weeks in my head.  It seemed
like yesterday when Mike and Eric first fucked me in their den during that
party.  Then only days later when Mike had all my hair removed and the pa
and ball rings put in.  I can still remember Mike teaching me how to light
his cigars, and the feeling of his cock in me as I bounce up and down on it
and he would blow smoke in my face.  But most of all I remembered how safe
and wanted I felt sleeping with Mike and having him hold on to me.

"There's my boy!" Mike's voice thundered through the room.

I could feel him standing over me and I knew it was him.  It smelt like him
and I could feel his energy as he stood over me.  When Mike grabbed my head
my whole body went limp.  He moved me around a little and then stopped.

"Damn Bill he did a good job on the registration and barcode." Mike said.
"I can't wait to see the other one on his ass now."

"Well you're going to have to wait man." Bill exclaimed almost like a
cheer.

Mike's hands ran all over my body making me feel alive and energized.
Mike's smell filled my nose and his heat warmed my skin.  That feeling that
all is right with the world returned.  But the feeling quickly left as
Mike's hands left my body.

"I don't think you need this anymore." Mike said as I felt him remove the
blindfold.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust and I could begin to see everyone.
The room was crowded with all the boys and Sirs I had seen over the past
few days.  The only person I didn't see was Rob.  I wondered about how he
was doing.  I also didn't see Jim.  I was wondering where they were when I
noticed something else.

This older man entered the room.  I probably wouldn't have noticed but he
was like a big polar bear.  He was wearing jeans and boot like all the
other men in the room, but didn't have a shirt on.  Just his physical
presence was overwhelming.  Even though I didn't know who he was, I knew he
was important.

Following behind him were to older boys.  I would say they were in their
mid-twenties.  The each carried something and I could tell they belonged to
the older polar bear simply by the way they carried themselves.  Just like
their Sir they had an air of confidence and even the other men in the room
got out of their way, almost like they were as important as the polar bear
seemed to be.

As they grew closer I could see one had his hands out in front of him with
an ashtray in it.  The bear reached back and got his cigar without even
having to look to see where it was.  It was almost like they were one.

Mike bent over and whispered in my ear, "That's what we are going to be
like one day.  You will be the boy everyone wants but can't touch."

The bear got to Mike and shook his hand.  They seemed to be friends.  Then
Mike said, "Thank you for coming out for this Sir."

This was the first time I ever heard Mike refer to someone as Sir.  I
thought it was strange but also humbling.  It made me feel like I was
becoming or joining something bigger than just Mike's family.  Although
truth be known I would have been happy with just that.

"I meant to ask about the body hanging in the front yard." The polar bear
started talking to Mike.  "Is that who I think it is?"

Mike never said a word.  For all I know he never answered, but I highly
doubt that.  All I heard was the laugh of the polar bear.

"You ready to do this boy?" the polar bear said.  I kept waiting for
someone to answer him when I felt Mike's hand hit me square between the
shoulders.

"Answer him boy," Mike said irritated at my silence.  "Don't make a bad
first impression."

"Yes Sir." I squeaked out.  I could barely say anything at this point.  My
mouth was so dry and my jaw so sore.  But I didn't want to do anything to
embarrass Mike in front of his friends.

"Then let's get this started."  The bear's voice was commanding and ominous
at the same time. "Mike bring the boy over here."

I felt Mike's hand on the back of my neck again and it guided me as I got
up and walked over to where the bear stood in the middle of the room.

"Mike do you understand that by taking this boy you accept responsibility
for him and all his actions?" the polar bear started talking almost like it
were an odd marriage ceremony.

"Yes Sir." Mike replied.

The polar bear put his hand out and Bill placed a thick chain in it.  This
looked thicker than the other ones I had seen.  In fact it looked twice as
thick.  Maybe the only ones here that were as big were on the two boys with
the polar bear.

The polar bear reached out and placed it in Mike's hand.  Then Mike reached
out and placed it around my neck.  Next a lock was given to the bear from
his other boy.  This was again given to Mike and without asking what I
wanted; Mike reached out and locked the chain around my neck.

"Congratulations boy, you have a great Master there." The polar bear said
looking at me.  "Now go prove to everyone that you're willing and able to
be a good boy for him."

I had no idea what that meant but it scared me as much as it thrilled me.
Before I could answer, or even process that comment, I felt Mike's hand
leading me again.  This time we went through the cabin and out into the
front yard where I finally got to see the man in the bondage suit hanging
from a tree in the front yard.

He was completely immobilized and moaning loudly but I didn't know why.  He
was suspended by ropes that were attached to his arms, chest and legs.  His
legs were folded over, and his arms tied behind his back.  His chest was
forced out and his nipples were clearly visible and hard.  I noticed two
really thick rings in his nipples and small drops of blood around the
rings.

I wondered if the piercings were new or if he had been abused so hard they
were just bleeding.  I guess I will never know the answer to that question
just like I doubted I would ever really know who was in the suit.

I was led to a post coming out of the yard for seemingly no reason.  Mike
undid my wrist restraints and put them over my head attached to the post.
I was then turned to face the post and a belt put around my waist.

"In order to seal this collaring, Mike has chosen to draw blood by
flogging." The polar bear announced.  "As any of the new members of our
group may not know, it's not until the new Master draws blood from the new
boy and the new boy accepts it and thanks him that the collaring is
complete."

Mike came close to me and whispered in my ear that it was going to be okay
and that all I needed to remember was to breathe and relax.  Then he
stepped back and I felt the first blow hit my back.  I braced myself but it
wasn't nearly what I thought it would be.

Instead of the blow hurting, it felt more like a pressure being applied to
my back, more like a thud then a pain.  But it didn't stop there.  The next
one fell across my back, then another, and another.  I felt like Mike was
holding back because I saw the power he had and I knew this was nothing
near what he could do.

I started to drift off thinking about Mike again.  The thuds grew stronger
and harder but it didn't hurt and I didn't seem to even care.  I knew by
the end of this I would be Mike's.

The first blow to break my dreaming hit my from right to left and felt like
someone had just drawn a line with a dull knife across my back.  It was
sharp but not too sharp.  Just sharp enough to make me strain my arms and
try to pick my body up to get it away from the pain.

This was followed by another that went from left to right.  For the first
time I heard myself moan and grunt before I realized I was doing it.  The
pain surged through my back and into my chest.  But the rhythmic beating
that Mike had started continued.  The blows felt less sharp again and again
I felt like I was dreaming.

For an eternity this continued until I heard the snap and crack that let me
know pain was not far behind.  This pain was like fire.  It was like
nothing I had ever felt before and I went from blissful and calm to crying
in a split second.  Even before the next one landed I was trying to climb
the pole.  The crack in my ear was more frightening then the fire on my
back.

CRACK...

CRACK...

CRACK...

I finally think I passed out because when I came to I saw Mike's face
looking into mine for the first time and he kissed me deeply.  His tongue
was in my mouth and I could taste his old cigars and beer.  He held me
tight and I closed my eyes as I melted under the weight of his kiss.

"Now let's go fuck." Mike said to me as he carried me back into the cabin
and into our room.

Mike put me on the bed and didn't even bother to pull his pants off.  He
undid his fly and pulled his cock out and immediately shoved it into my
face.  I knew what to do.  I moved to hang my head over the edge of the bed
and opened my mouth.

Mike's cock went right in and found the back of my throat with little
problem.  I closed my eyes as Mike began to rock his cock in and out of my
mouth.  I could hear the cigar being lit and could smell the smoke, but
where I used to cough and gag, now I simply inhaled deeply and allowed
Mike's smoke to burn my lungs.

I could feel Mike's cock growing in my throat.  It was going to be fully
hard soon and Mike will want my ass right after that.  It was funny how I
didn't even care if I came anymore, as long as Mike came in me.

"Yeah boy you're turning into a good little cock sucker." Mike said as his
cock was fully down my throat.

I didn't try to talk or nod.  I knew what he said was true.

"Your sweet throat and ass are going to make me a happy daddy before
tonight is over." Mike continued.

This was the first time he used that term, "daddy".

Mike pulled his cock out of my throat and spun me around.  He impaled me on
his cock in one quick move then picked me up and sat down on the bed.  Now
I was sitting in his lap facing him.  Mike took his cigar out of his mouth
and put it into my mouth and held it there.

I didn't need much direction.  I took the cigar from Mike's hand and
started smoking it.  Mike reached over to the night stand and picked up
another cigar and lit it.  He sat there thrusting his cock into my ass
while we smoked our cigars.  I would blow my smoke up over his shoulder,
but he would blow his right into my face.

My cock was rock hard the entire time and so was Mike's.  He took it slower
than when we first started.  I think it was because he was trying to enjoy
it more and make it last longer.

I was about half way finished with my cigar when Mike took it out of my
mouth and put it down in the ashtray on the nightstand.  Then he stood up
with me still on his cock and turned around so I was over the bed.  Then he
let me down so I was on my back and stood over me.

Again he was blowing smoke in my face and grinning as his cock started to
pick up momentum in my ass.  Mike started fucking me with all the power his
hips could generate.  It was hard and rough and brutal but I loved it.
Mike was plowing me like the men did in all those pornos I had seen.  There
was no doubt who was in control and I would have it any other way.

Mike grabbed my upper legs and used them to create more leverage as he
tried to drive his cock into my stomach.  I wasn't even trying to stay
silent.  I was moaning and grunting as Mike's cock would hit bottom.  I
would try to move or reposition but Mike would put me back like he wanted
me and keep fucking.

The only time Mike would stop and give my poor ass a break was to spit on
my ass or his cock then drive it back in with as much force as he could.
Mike finished his cigar and relit mine and showed no signs of stopping as
my ass began to feel like it wasn't going to recover from this.

Mike's pace began to quicken all of a sudden and he started calling me a
filthy little whore boy and other names so I knew he was close to cumming.
Then I felt it.  The warmth filling my ass and letting me know the assault
was almost over.  Mike only lasted a few more hard thrusts.  Then he
collapsed on top of me.

I fell asleep with Mike still lying on top of me.  I had a chain collar
around my neck, a huge load of Mike's cum in my ass, and Mike's cigar ashes
all over my chest.  If ever I understood what it was to be owned it was
now.

END OF CHAPTER 12