I slip into another dimension, or so it seems. It's pitch black so all I can go by what my body is telling me. I'm bound again. The iron collar around my neck is heavy. It weighs me down along with the manacles and chains. I try to kneel up but find it impossible to lift myself off the ground. All I can do is grovel and try to crawl in that position. My bare flesh touches the dirty concrete floor. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out except the word "safe."
"that's right, slaveboy. Safe. No one will come near you except for those I give you to. Get used to those chains. Come, faggot. Crawl across the room to me. Hear the chains scraping along the ground. Listen to the sound of your breathing and how heavy and labored it is. You really have no reason to take in lots of air unless you are sucking cocks. You breathe only by My consent, faggot. You're not an ordinary man; you are hardly even a boy now. No, you are nothing but an object owned by the Master who's claimed you as HIS own."
I find I don't even have to speak out loud. He knows what I'm thinking. How can this be? Am I just hallucinating? Am I going insane? What is happening in my "real life" while all this is going on? How is the time passing? It's just all so damn weird. What will happen when Jeffrey comes back. Oh, Jeffrey! I cry because I miss him so much.
"Jeffrey will be back soon, faggot. He will know nothing of this. Yes, it would seem weird to him, to anyone who hasn't been able to cross over into this dimension. But you are different. I can have you whenever I want. I can take you whenever I want. All I need is for you to fall asleep and I can enslave you all over again. Time has no meaning now. What you experience with me happens it its own time apart from what you insist on thinking of as real life.' This is far more real than the most intense dream. If you were to dream about being whipped it would all be gone when you woke up. But not here. When I release you, you can still feel effects of my whip, the pain in your ravaged nipples and your battered balls. You can still taste MY piss until Jeffrey kisses you again. You know you ve been well fucked, and when Jeffrey takes you after he returns, he'll enter you easily because I've made sure to plow you open for him. You become the perfect lover for your Jeffrey, the best cocksucker he has even known as you use every tiny bit of your being to give him the pleasure he deserves to have from you. You are his slave although he doesn't realize what you really are when he makes love to you. You instantly forget all about ME the second he touches you, and yet your body never forgets what has been happening to you."
I think of Jeffrey and how he always wants to fuck me as soon as he gets home because he's missed me so much.
"Haven't you ever wondered why he always wants to fuck you as soon as he gets home? It's because your body is crying out for him to fill your hole and make you whole. And no, boy, you are not going insane. This is in a realm beyond sanityl No one would want to have to deal with a demented slave. I want you in perfect mental shape, perfectly aware of everything I want to do to you. Now enough talk. My friends are here, hard and dripping, eager to take possession of your mouth. Open wide, slaveboy."
His friends are brutal with me because they know they can be. They act out all their hidden violent impulses, slapping my face, tearing at my nipples, punching my balls and raping my mouth. They grunt sounds of satisfaction as they shove their hard cocks down my throat one after the other as the pass me around to one another. They call me whore, slut, pussy, cunt, queer cumdump. Each of them spills their loads down my throat or onto my face where their cum is mixed with my tears and snot.
Suddenly I'm a teenaged boy caught violating the mayor's daughter. I'm locked naked into the stocks in the center of the city square and they watch me get horsewhipped, urging the sheriff to whip me harder. They laugh at me as I scream out from the pain. I can feel blood dripping down my back while the ranch hands fuck my ass and rape my throat. They wash the blood from my back with their piss, then cart me off to a slave market far from my home where the bidding is fierce because once again I've become a virgin and large men want to become the first to teach me what it means to become a faggot slave while he stands there conducting the auction.
Again and again I become a virgin boy taken for the first time and each time the pain of the initial assault makes me scream until I lose my voice and then huge cocks are rammed down my throat until I pass out all over again.
I wake up on the auction block again and the Keeper kicks me and pours could water over me to wake me up. Hitting me with his fists, he makes me stand with my legs spread while ugly men grab hold of my boy-sized dick and pull on my balls. They shove their filthy calloused fingers up my ass and probe my prostate until I spill my spunk in agony while they laugh and jeer at me, making fun of the pitiful size of my discharge..
I wake up again in my own bed and the sheet is wet underneath from the effect of a violent wet dream. I quickly jump out of bed and change the sheets because Jeffrey will be home soon. I hope I can hide my shame over what has happened to me from him, but then I have to wonder if any of it really happened. My mind spins from trying to make some sense out of what's been happening to me, or not happening, and trying to remember what I was dreaming about. Something must have happened, because my ass is aching like it used to after my paw would take a switch to me in the barn for badmouthing my mother and then leave me collapsed naked in the hay sobbing my eyes out while some mangy dog comes near and begins licking my wounds. Still naked, I get myself up and muck out the stables, covered in shit and mud while horseflies bite my neck until three older boys drag me from there and hose me off before making me kneel in the dirt to service their hard dicks. And once again I'm off in another dimension and it doesn't seem there will ever be an end to it all.
There probably would never be an end to it all as our boy drifts from one dimension to another and this could easily end up turning into a collection of short stories, but I'm not really interested in pursuing that. I've got a couple other things in the works to entertain you all.
So if any of you wants to continue this on you own, then just be my guest.
Meanwhile, I have another story to tell. It will be up soon. Keep an eye out for it. It's called "Terry Takes It."
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