Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of pain, humiliation, and sex between consenting adults. If you are not interested in gay sex, domination, submission, or sadomasochism, please do not read the following.
Chapter 1: An introduction to my life
I was once known as Craig, but now I am just called "slave" or whatever my Master chooses at the time. My Master has two boys in his household whom he loves and is affectionate towards. But I am just a slave, a piece of meat, and that is what he wants from me. I serve him and his boys and I enjoy it so very much. His oldest boy is strangely brutal yet compassionate when dealing with me and I often find it surprising. Every day I am owned, controlled, and confident in the knowledge that my Master and Owner is happy to have me and I am his trained slave. Few slaves will ever be as lucky as I am. I am 5'6, blue eyes, brown hair, body shaved, and 135lbs now. Since being with my Master I have been made to exercise and have lost weight and toned my body.
I wake up in my cage, my alarm going off. My cage is in the back corner of the dungeon, and has a blanket on the bottom that I lay upon. Sometimes Master has me in bondage in the cage but tonight like most nights I simply crawl in at the end of the night, close the door, and go to sleep. My alarm is set to wake me up half an hour before anyone else gets up. It is a weekday so my routine is very set. I get up now and start breakfast, making sure there is hot food and coffee for my Master and his boys. I have to get up first and go to sleep last, so I look forward to weekends when everyone sleeps in so I get to as well. I am naked all the time at home wearing nothing but leather ankle and wrist cuffs so my Master can easily tie me up. He does not believe in a collar as it serves no function for bondage. Once everyone gets up I take care of their needs and watch them eat. Once they are done eating I am allowed to serve myself from the leftovers and then clean up. As I am the slave in the house any member of Master's family can pull my aside and use me, so often I am interrupted repeatedly when cleaning. Once everyone has gone off to work I shave, shower, and every second day have a deep enema. When I am having an enema I often use the time to read. On days I don't have an enema I have the remainder of the hour after shaving to relax and read, watch tv, or play a computer game. Then I work at more household cleaning until it is time for me to go to work.
My Master wants me to have some time outside the house so I work a job. My boss is a friend of my Master who owns a business nearby. I work doing cleaning, inventory, and other menial tasks, but it is good to get outside the home. My boss knows what I am so I work very hard or else he will beat my ass, then tell my Master who will punish me twice as hard. The fact I work for my Masters friend means no need to explain the bruises, black eyes, or other injuries that my Master inflicts upon me on a daily basis. I work 6 hours a day from Monday to Friday and turn over all my income to my Master, not that he needs it.
I usually get home about an hour before Master and start work on dinner. When he comes home I present my body to him for him to hit or kick as he walks through the door. Then I return to getting dinner ready and on the table and once again wait next to the table while they eat. I make sure their drinks are refilled and they have the condiments they need. Sometimes Master has me worship his feet, balls, or cock while he eats. Once again when everyone is finished I am allowed to eat from the scraps. I am actually allowed to sit down to eat as Master does not feed me from bowls on the floor. Then I start to clean up and do the dishes while Master and his boys relax and watch tv or play on their computers. I am not allowed to talk unless asking them something important, so I am mostly an invisible presence in the evening. I have lots of cleaning tasks to keep me busy in the evenings so I do not usually have a chance to be idle. Sometimes Master or one of his boys will just want to cuddle with me and then I get some down time. But otherwise I take care of the household and stay silent and out of the way.
Evenings on weeknights are when the fun happens. Eventually Master will get horny and then it comes time to please him. He is a real sadist and gets off on hurting me. Which means each evening he wants to cum, and to do so he must hurt me, a lot. It does not matter how much progress I make in my chores, they will wait until after he is done with me. Sometimes he takes me to his bed to abuse, sometimes the couch in the living room, but usually he takes me to the dungeon. The general way this works is that I am tied up immobile and helpless in a painful position, then he beings to torture me. He especially loves to punch me in the ribs or to whip my ass. But he is creative and knows how to effectively deliver pain to any part of my body. Soon I will be screaming in pain and begging for more. He loves to make me beg for each stroke, knowing I fear and desire it. He has a fully equipped dungeon and is able to do so many different things that I think he could do something different every day forever. I am scared of the dungeon but also love it. This is the time I get to be close and intimate with my Master. He will beat me until I am crying, then cum up my ass or in my mouth. But afterwards he will take me down and hold me, telling me what a good and brave slave I am. These are the times with my Master I cherish the most. I feel so good for having taken the pain and making my Master happy, and I crave his affection. I know he does not love me, but I love him more than I could ever have imagined before.
I rarely cum, he is not interested in my pleasure. Sometimes it is a week, sometimes several months. I only cum when he for some reason desires it. Once when he was whipping me I came from the sensations, and that seemed to make him very happy, but he still punished me severely. I do not ever touch my cock, despite not being in a chastity device. The punishment for doing so is something I cannot imagine. The last punishment I received was being tied by the neck to the ceiling all night so I could not sit or sleep, and then in the morning I was beaten for an hour. I am terrified of my Master and will not cross him for any reason. My Master has learned the positive reinforcement works wonders with me, so I have rarely disappointed him. When I have been a very good slave he rewards me in little ways. I understand that my pleasure is not important, but Master will do something when I have been good like put a butt plug up my ass and send me back to my chores with a slap on the ass. It is these little pleasures that make me want to go the extra mile for my Master.
Master is very proud of me and loves to show me off to others. He does this in a few different ways. He takes me out to leather and bdsm bars and events and I am filled with pride as all the people see what a wonderful slave I am and how happy my Master is. Master also throws dinner parties where I become the main form of entertainment. He has eyebolts in the ceiling of the dining room to string me up and allow his guests to use me. He also will loan me out to his friends once in a while. I love puppy play which he is not into, so he will sometimes give me to someone for a short while who wants to play with a pup slave. I am so proud of myself that I can be such a good slave he is willing to do such things. Master often has other slaves over to play with and sometimes he will throw a black sheet over my cage with me tied up inside, and play with the new slave, and then when he is ready he will be like, "I almost forgot about this." Then he takes the sheet off and the slave gets to see me, and probably gets jealous. If the slave has been whiny about taking what Master wants he will give me more then that slave and say, "my slave can take it, why can't you?"
So once my chores are done I return to the dungeon, make sure my alarm is set. I have a little lamp above the cage I can turn on to read before I go to sleep. Everyone else is in bed by now and I am ready for sleep so rarely read for long. If my Master has tied me up in the cage for the night this little luxury is gone. Usually if I have been a good boy all he allows me this little bit of relaxation before sleep. I fall asleep naked on my blanket, cuffs still on, and dream about another wonderful day with my Master.
Weekends are a different matter as we are all home and I might get to join the family in some recreation. On weekends everyone sleeps in usually, so I get to catch up on my sleep. Master will usually come downstairs or send one of his boys to kick me awake. I thank them and then get up to prepare breakfast for the family. After breakfast I shave and shower and then get to my chores while I wait to find out Masters plans. Sometimes he will have friends over or we will go somewhere, but often he spends the day doing his chores or shopping. During summer I love going out and being outside at the beach in a tight speedo or in the parks wearing nothing but shorts. I am proud of my bruises and love showing them off. It is nice if Master takes the family out somewhere for the day, but still fine to be at home. It is just nice to be outside the home with my new family relaxing. If we stay home I make lunch, and deliver it to each family member, as they often don't eat lunch together. Weekends involve me being used for sex or torture several times by the household. Some weekends by the end my throat is so sore from being throat raped. My gag reflex is almost gone but this just seems to be a challenge to the men of the house to rape my throat harder until I am ready to vomit.
My family when I told them I was going to be a slave reacted poorly as I expected. But they still love me and want me to be happy. I am an adult and they could not stop me, so after a time they came around. I keep in contact with them and let them know I am safe, happy, and doing well. I never had a lot of friends, but the ones I had were good friends, so when I also told them what I was to become they understood. A couple of them wanted to keep in touch and even sometimes, with Masters permission, come visit me. I am allowed to wear minimal clothing for these. Often Master will find another slave to play with, so that I can have some free time when my friends want to visit, without having to inconvenience him. I may be just a piece of slavemeat but my Master does want me to be happy and well mentally.
Real slavery does not exist anymore in America but I can still be my Masters slave without disappearing from society. I am a piece of slavemeat that lives only to serve him and please him. But even so I am still a human and Master respects that and allows me just enough time outside the home to keep me happy and sane. I do not think that I could ever be happy in a normal relationship and I have no desire to try. I am fulfilled being my Masters slave. A slave who is quiet and works hard for his Master, seen but not heard, and kept naked almost all the time. I work hard to make my Master happy and enjoy the few brief periods of attention he gives me. I am an unobtrusive but vital part of his life and I know that is my place. I will never be as his boys, and I accept that. But that is not what I want from life. Being raped and abused by the three men I serve brings me the pleasure I need from life. Master is putting aside some of the money I earn to use to modify my body in the final ways to make me his slave. To have my body hair permanently removed and piercings and tattoos he wants me to have that mark me as his slave and property. I believe I am the luckiest slave in the world and could not want more from life than what I have now.
These events did not actually happen but are based on real events. If you liked this story of would like to get in contact with myself you may e-mail me at craigr837@yahoo.ca. If you are a young sub in the USA or Canada and are looking to play my Master is always looking for new boys to play with.