Property of the State

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&#& Property of the State Chapter Three &#&

I had been in the room with red slave, who was bound and gagged, for what felt like hours when I heard the locks turn on the door to the slaves' quarters. I quickly moved to the center of the room and knelt, waiting for Master.

"What's this light doing on?" Master barked upon entering, "Why are my slaves using my electricity without permission?" Master moved towards me and grabbed me by the neck. He pulled me up to my feet and pushed me against the wall, "Did I tell you to enjoy my electricity?"

"No sir, I'm sorry Master," I said, though truthfully he'd never said anything about this.

"Useless," he mumbled and released me. He went over to red slave and squatted down in front of him. "If I release you, you will behave as a learned slave should. It is your responsibility to train fucktoy. You're only with me for a few more months until your released to free society. You would leave me with an untrained slave?"

Red slave shook his head no and looked at Master's chin with pleading eyes. Master began to untie him, but kept the gag in. He pulled red slave up to his feet.

"You two will finish cleaning the house, make my dinner, kneel on the floor while I eat, clean up and then return here. If you do this without any more of this useless fighting then you just might earn some dinner. If I have ANY trouble with EITHER of you, you will BOTH spend the night tied up and caged in the garage." Master turned to face me when he finished. "Am I understood?"

"Yes Master," I said and red slave nodded eagerly.

"Then get to it." Master turned, ungagged red slave and then left the room.

Red slave came towards me with a look of contempt, "You will load the dishwasher and then take all of the trash out while I finish the laundry. Then report to the kitchen and I will show you how to prepare Master's favorite meal. There is no need for further conversation."

"Only if you'll tell me your name," I said, wanting to stand my ground.

"If you insist on fighting we'll both end up in the garage!" Red slave was annoyed but softened his tone.

I crossed my arms firmly in front of me.

"Fine, it's Gabe, now get to it!" Red slave pushed past me and I smiled, feeling a little victory.

I quickly did what he assigned me and then rushed to the kitchen where Gabe was sliding an apron over his naked chest. We worked silently, but in 30 minutes Master had a hot plate of fried chicken and roasted potatoes.

Master was sitting at the counter as I slid the plate in front of him. Gabe opened a bottle of beer and set it next to Master's plate and then pulled me down to the floor beside him. We sat at Master's feet as he ate and flipped through the sports channels on the kitchen TV. The dogs came and sat beside us. Gabe got up to fill their bowls and then returned to his place between me and Master's feet.

When Master finished, he pushed away from the counter and turned off the kitchen TV. Gabe quickly had his plates and silverware loaded into the dishwasher and then I followed him back into the slaves' quarters. We waited, kneeling on the floor and soon Master came into the room. Without a word, he tossed a package of turkey lunchmeat onto the mattress, turned, pulled at the overhead light bulb and then left. He locked the door behind him and that was the last we saw of him that night.

Gabe and I ate turkey slices in the dark room. I had to figure out how to wash up and brush my teeth in the darkness. Something about the dark room made Gabe a little nicer. He came up behind me at the sink and put his arms on either side of me. He was expert at this nightly routine and soon enough I had a full tummy, clean face and sparkling teeth.

"Will he come back?" I asked Gabe as we settled down into the cheap mattress.

"No, my longest in here was a week when I first got here. He always tosses in food, but when he doesn't need me, he likes the house to himself." Gabe said flatly.

"What did you do to get here?" I asked.

"Fuck, Bryce, are you going to spend the night talking? This isn't a campout and I still don't like you."

"Fine!" I raised my voice, "I don't like you either but I..." I didn't get another word out. Gabe clapped his hand to my mouth.

"Would you keep it down? I really don't feel like sleeping in the garage tonight because you can't control your damn mouth. All right, fine, lie down and I'll tell you a story. You're such a fucking Baby." Gabe whispered threateningly.

I laid down next to Gabe. Unfortunately he laid down too. It was a tight fit on the twin mattress and, as Master had warned, he was a cuddler. Gabe was nearly twice my size and he pushed me onto my side and then slid up behind me.

"No dude, Jesus, don't spoon me. I'm not a queer."

"All right all right, but you're going to end up on the pavement if you don't get over this boys touching thing." Gabe took his hands off of me and backed up against the wall. I still felt his hot breath against my neck.

"Well, I was about your age when I came here. I didn't look like you though. I was taller and kind of overweight. Master didn't see any potential in me, but after Master had just returned his previous slave, the state didn't want to trust him with a more... handsome purchase. So he had his choice of me or a guy in his 30's who was missing teeth."

I started to laugh and Gabe punched me in the back. "Sorry," I said, stifling a giggle.

"Master wasn't pleased with me. He started me on workouts and a strict protein diet. I struggled at first, but I wanted it. Master is the most amazing man I've ever met. He's handsome and rich, smart and disciplined. Master is everything I'm not and I wanted so badly to learn from him, to be worthy of him. I did everything he wanted, but he quickly became bored with me. For two months he put me on an autopilot routine. I kept out of his way; sticking to the strict workouts he'd taught me and cleaning when he wasn't in the room. I cooked his food and set it on the counter and then went back to this room. When he had friends over I would prepare everything and then stay in this room until they had left and Master had gone to bed. Then I'd come out and clean the house quietly so as not to disturb him."

"Wow," I wasn't laughing anymore. That sounded awful.. I was feeling sorry for Gabe.

" One day he caught me in the workout room when my exercise had gone a little too long. I was lifting weights on his bench and preparing to clean up. I finished my set and then sat up and there he was, staring at me. He told me I'd done a good job and worked hard. I'd been here three months and I'd gotten muscles and a body that pleased him." Gabe was so into his story he didn't realize he was stroking my back. Or maybe he did. I shooed his hand off of me.

"Sorry, Bryce." Gabe got back to his small half of the mattress and continued, "So that night Master finished his dinner and then let me out of this room. He took me to his bedroom, he'd been drinking a lot. I didn't disgust him anymore. He kissed the back of my neck, pinned me down on my tummy and... he fucked me. It hurt like hell, he barely used any lube and I wasn't prepared, but... Bryce it was amazing. I..."

"Dude, I don't want to hear your gay shit," I interrupted and waved my arms in front of me, not that he could see anything.

"Really? Because soon enough my gay shit' will be YOUR gay shit,'" Gabe reminded me, "I only got four years here, but you get to be here for seven."

"I HAVE to be here for seven, and that doesn't mean I'm going to turn into a bottom queer." I argued.

"Hmm, maybe you're right. I mean, what's that nickname he calls you? `fucktoy?' Yeah I'm sure he has no plans to just take you." Gabe laughed, but not in an amused way. It was a mix of jealousy, at the thought of Master using another boy, and joy, at the thought of the other boy being horrified by it. Gabe smacked my ass playfully.

"Just shut up," I yawned, "Let's get some sleep. You can hold me but only because it's freezing in here. Don't try any of that gay shit with me."

Gabe spooned up to me from behind. He slipped his arms around me. His body was a furnace.

I wasn't sure what time it was, but I actually felt rested when Gabe pushed me off of him.

"What the?" then I heard the locks turning on the door. Gabe catapulted over me and landed on his ass against the hard cement floor. He scrambled up to his knees and into kneeling position as I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

Master swung open the door and looked us over. "Gym," he barked and then turned to leave. I looked over at Gabe who was glaring at me. He'd probably hoped he'd be rewarded for being in position, or at least that I'd be punished for not.

We rushed downstairs to the workout room. Gabe went to the closet and slipped on a black jockstrap and white running shoes. I went to Master's side, not sure what he'd done with the things I used the day before.

"Slut, where's the things you brought for fucktoy?" Master said a little sleepily. Gabe went into the closet and brought out a plastic bag. He set it on the counter and brought out a shoebox and a small pink jockstrap.

"Oh good," Master laughed, "You found a pink one. Good boy." Gabe beamed and went to the treadmill to begin his run. Master handed me the pink jockstrap. I slid into it, it was just a little too small and I filled out the front pouch. Right in the front pouch was a downward facing black triangle. Master whistled and laughed. "That's adorable," he noted.

Master handed me a new pair of socks and running shoes and I quickly put them on. I joined Gabe on the treadmills and Master started me at 4 mph and then went to begin his weight sets. It was a lot easier running without my wrists bound behind me. I looked over to see Gabe doing a 6 mph run.

After an hour, I had worked up to 5.5 mph and finished five miles before Master came over and hit the cooldown button. Gabe had finished his five miles and was going through the weight sets with Master. I'd hoped Master would start me on weights today, but he just kept me walking on the treadmill until everyone had finished.

I was kneeling on the floor next to Gabe as Master rubbed the fresh towel over his own body. I waited for him to finish as sweat dripped down my face and into my eyes. It stung me but I kept my eyes open, head bowed as Master stood before us wiping the sweat from his body..

When he finished I looked up to his chest, waiting for him to toss the towel over me, but he didn't. Master draped it over Gabe who stood and began drying himself off. Master sipped at his water bottle and watched the weather until Gabe finished. Gabe stood in front of me, using the towel for all it was worth. He knew I was next, so he took his time and rubbed all the sweat from his armpits and even rubbed it over his ass.

By the time Gabe dropped the towel on my head, it was worse than the funk already on me. It was soaked with Master's and Gabe's sweat. It wasn't much help, but I did what was expected and "dried" myself on it before putting it onto the rack to be washed. Gabe had taken off his shoes and put them away and then his jockstrap, ready to be used the next day.

"Hurry up, fucktoy," Master said, glaring back at me when the news went to commercial. Gabe gave me a nasty smile, knowing he'd taken extra time so Master would be annoyed when he saw me still not dry. I took a deep breath and decided not to yell at Gabe, knowing it would buy us both another day in the locked room.

Master walked over to me as I was wiping my shaved head with the towel. He snapped it off of me and then pointed to the weight bench and snapped his fingers, "Up," he growled, "No time for a spa treatment, princess," he snarled.

I scrambled onto all fours on the bench, pointing my ass back at Master. He came up behind me and rubbed my back softly and then wiggled the plug out of my hole. I gasped as it slipped out, feeling my ring expand and contract and then that feeling of emptiness.

"You can get your own out," he said to Gabe. Maybe he was fully aware of Gabe's trick. Gabe scowled at me, then turned towards Master's chest, "Yes sir, Thank you Master."

"Soon fucktoy will figure out his own plug, I just don't want him damaging that hole before I've gotten to it." Master laughed as I shivered. I quickly put away my new sneakers and pink jockstrap as Master went over our chores.

"Now there are two of you, so you'll have 13 minutes total to shit, shower, and be presentable in the kitchen." He turned to Gabe and pushed his face into Gabe's cheek. "You will work TOGETHER to accomplish this in a timely manner because if you're not BOTH completely cleaned and ready for me then you will BOTH be punished. AM I CLEAR?" He was alternating between yelling into Gabe's ear and mine.

We both nodded and yelled, "Yes Sir Master!"

Master took the plug he had taken from my hole, turned it around and put the base against my lips. "Open," he said. I winced, but complied. Master put the clean end between my lips. "Bite," he said, "Hold it there and clean it in the shower."

Master turned to Gabe before he let us go, "You are leaving me in a matter of months and I expect that you'll leave me with a trained and caring slave. Am I clear, slut?"

"Yes sir, of course sir," Gabe nodded furiously.

"Good, then get to it," Master led us into the slaves' quarters and set 13 minutes on the timer. Gabe scrambled to the toilet as I tried to turn my head and give him his moment. Master pulled the cord on the light bulb and then left the room as it flickered to life.

"Don't waste time Bryce!" Gabe said as a fowl smell wafted from him, "Get that water turned on, it will help you go faster." Gabe finished quickly as I struggled to hit the lever on the spout.. I took the plug from my mouth and held onto it. I jumped up and turned on the water and then took my turn on the toilet. He was right; it actually did help take the awkwardness of what I was doing away. Still, I was taking too long and he started yelling at me.

"Ok ok, I'm coming!" I did my best to get everything out and then went over to join him under the water.

Gabe grabbed me and pushed me in front of him. He was already covered in soap and rubbed his body against my back as his hands rubbed over my front. He grabbed my cock, pulled back the skin and rubbed a little too hard on the tip.

"Ouch, What the fuck?" I tried to push him away from me but my reaction only solidified his grip on me.

"Shut the fuck up! We don't have time for your whining," Gabe threatened, "if I'm late for Master because of you, Master will keep us in the room all day and I'll spend every fucking minute of it beating your ass!"

I relented and let him do his work. Gabe rubbed shampoo over my head and then began to rinse himself off. I watched him with disgust as he dug three soaped up fingers into his ass and worked them around. He used his other hand to pump soap out into his palm and get his fingers soaped up. He pushed me up against the wall with a soapy hand and then dug two fingers into my ass.

"AHHHHH FUCK!" I screamed and kicked at him.

"Hold fucking still or I'll rip you open," Gabe threatened. He was inside me, circling a finger around my hole. He'd let one finger slip out, trying to calm my discomfort. He had me cleaned out in no time and then washed out plugs, using lots of soap.

As the timer ticked down to four minutes, Gabe gave me the once over and then turned off the water. He grabbed a towel and tossed it to me and then grabbed his own. He hurried to wipe himself down, drying everything completely before working the towel into his hole.

"Hurry the fuck up!" he yelled when he saw me rubbing the towel over my chest. His rush was getting on my nerves; we had plenty of time. I rubbed the towel across my back as Gabe finished drying off.

Gabe hung up his towel and then moved behind me and knelt.

"What the...." I started and then felt his hands on my ass, "HEY!" I yelled as he pushed me forward and buries his face into my ass. "This is no time for that, dude!" I argued, but Gabe was going to town in there, swirling his tongue around my hole.

Gabe finished and smacked me hard on the ass and scrambled to his feet. He yanked on my wrist and pulled me out to the kitchen.

"I had to make sure we'd done a good job down there. Master will surely spend extra time inspecting yours than he will mine," Gabe reasoned. He knelt down and pulled me into the same position. He had our plugs in his other hand and quickly shoved his into his mouth, the base sticking out. He pushed my plug into my mouth; luckily it tasted clean.

Gabe sucked on his plug like a baby with a pacifier and hung his head as the timer beeped. This was a well-practiced routine for him. Master had us wait a good ten minutes as my knees dug against the kitchen tile. He came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of jeans and a tight, sleeveless black t-shirt.

Master walked past us and made his coffee then leaned against the counter as it brewed. Gabe and I continued kneeling in silence. When it finished, he poured a fresh cup and then went into his office. My knees were hurting and my tummy was rumbling. I looked over at Gabe helplessly. He shrugged, unbothered by Master's inattention.

I listened as Master took a few phone calls in his office, Gabe and I had been there an hour when he finally returned and set his coffee mug in the sink.

Master stretched and gave a little yawn before turning towards the bedroom and snapping his fingers. I began to get up to my feet when Gabe put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down to my knees. He shook his head and gave me a cautious look. He crawled after Master on his hands and knees, following Master into the bedroom.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed at all this bullshit. But I followed Gabe, on my knees. I was starting to feel like Gabe and I were a team and I didn't want to be the weak link.. I crawled across the floor and towards the bedroom; watching Gabe's ass wiggle in front of me.

Master snapped his fingers and pointed towards the bed. Gabe jumped up and landed in perfect form. I waited a second too long. I wasn't sure if it was ok to get to my feet to get onto the high bed. Master sighed and put his arm around my tummy, lifting me up to the bed. He set me down on all fours.

"It's like having a puppy," Master laughed. I was lucky he wasn't annoyed. Gabe glared over at me.

"Well, you both look unbruised, so I'm guessing you worked together. Now, let's see how you did," Master said and cracked his knuckles. I watched as he wiggled a dry finger into Gabe's hole. He winced, but made sounds like it was pleasurable, then added, "Thank you Master Sir."

Master wiggled the finger around Gabe's hole and then slid it out in one quick, painful looking action. He grabbed Gabe's plug and yanked it from his lips. He held the inspection finger to Gabe's lips and the slave hungrily accepted Master's finger, licking and sucking on it. Gabe looked over at me as if to ask if I was jealous. I gave him a disgusted look. He shrugged and continued nursing on Master's finger until Master told him "drop it!"

Master slipped the finger from Gabe's lips and a line of spit trailed it. He moved over to my hole and shoved the wet finger inside me and wiggled it around much longer than he had done to Gabe's. He probed and searched as I made a stone-faced expression. I wasn't going to moan and put on a show like Gabe had done, but then Master found my spot.

"Ahhhhh," I moaned instinctively, dropping the plug from my mouth. It landed, wet with my spit, on the comforter and my cock sprang to action. I hated that, he'd found the one weakness that made me lose control over myself.. Master rubbed the spot harshly, my cock was fully extended, harder than rock as I closed my eyes and arched my back. Master's other hand came down and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me up into a painful arch. I didn't care, I was lost in that feeling.

"AHHHHH THANK YOU MASTER!" I yelled. I didn't know where that came from, but it must have been appropriate because Master leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

And then it was gone. Master's finger slipped away and I was left panting and embarrassed. I looked over at Gabe who was red with jealousy. I could almost see the steam rising from his ears and his eyes looked to be near tears. I quickly looked down again, I knew I'd pay for that later.

"That's a good fucktoy," Master laughed, "I think you'll be a bottom slut before we know it."

That was enough to shrivel my cock and regain my senses. I struggled against the urge to snap back at him. I looked back to Gabe who was still fuming with jealousy.

Master smacked me hard on the ass and I settled back into my general scowl. Master lubed our plugs up for us and wiggled them into our holes. He lifted Gabe by the neck and gave him a rough kiss. I watched their tongues wrestle and Gabe's cheery mode reappeared. Master then moved to me and I saw his lips coming at me. When he got too close I turned and he kissed my cheek.

Master grabbed me roughly by the chin and brought my lips to his. Like he'd done the day before, his tongue fought its way past my lips and he gave me the same rough kiss he'd given Gabe, only I didn't return the favor or relish his affection.

"Soon enough," Master assured when our kiss broke. He let me slide back down onto my knees, wiggling my plugged ass. I would never admit this, but I'd missed it and liked the full feeling it gave me.

"All right," Master began as he finished inspecting us, "Tonight I have the guys coming and I'll need lots of finger foods, enough for five plus me. I want the house in order and the living room set up to watch the game. If there is any fighting, you will both spend the evening tied together on the coffee table while anyone gets to touch you anywhere he chooses, then you'll spend the night out on the porch. Fair enough?"

"Yes Sir Master," Gabe and I said in unison.

After breakfast, we spent the day cleaning while Master holed up in his office doing his day's work. Gabe had me dusting and cleaning windows as he worked on the kitchen and then planned the evening's menu.. When I returned, he sent me to pull the sheets and pillowcases off Master's bed and load them into the washer. He showed me how to add the fabric softener and get everything just as Master liked it. It felt good earning his approval at how quickly I was working.

After a lunch of turkey slices, Gabe sent me off with the vacuum cleaner. I went over every surface in the house until I came to Master's office. He was working at his desk but had the door open. I vacuumed the hallway and then turned it off and paused at the door to his office.

Master finished up a phone call and then waved me inside. I plugged in the vacuum and did my best to quickly finish his office. As I went the second time around, his phone rang. Master snapped for me to turn it off and I did so, pausing at his side.

Master talked to one of his clients and began to pet me lazily. He slid his arm around my waist and then pulled me down into his lap. I squirmed uncomfortably, but he held me down, my back against his chest. He held the phone with his shoulder and used both hands to rub up and down my chest. I looked longingly at the vacuum, hoping he'd get bored with me soon.

Master let a hand slide down and over my cock. He cupped my balls, rolling them around in his hands. He yanked a few times on my cock. I stifled a grunt. Master pulled at the rubber ring he'd put around my cock and balls the first day I was with him. He pulled them up painfully and then let the ring snap back, my cock and balls falling hard against my leg. I started to give a yelp but one hand came up to cover my mouth.

Master's other hand went down to the plug in my hole. He started twisting it as he talked to the man on the phone about a shipment being held up at customs. "I need that in Fort Worth by tomorrow," he threatened and gave my plug a hard smack. HE pushed it up into me and then twisted it until it bumped against that spot inside me that had weird powers. My cock began to roar to life and my grunts of protest turned into moans of pleading.

Master pushed a finger of the hand covering my mouth in and past my lips. He swirled it around my mouth as he pushed hard on the plug and began to move it in and out of me. I did the only thing I knew to show him I needed more. I sucked on his finger. It felt unnatural, but that spot inside me made me do strange things, made me want unnatural things. It was awkward and dirty but my cock was doing the thinking now. It arced up to my tummy; the tip dripping precum.

Master let his hand fall from my mouth and traced a wet finger down my chest. He made a grab for my cock and began pumping it harshly, telling the man on the phone, "I'm not paying a dime over what we agreed upon and if it's not there on time I'm only paying half!" I grunted, trying to keep quiet, but my cock was near explosion. "It's not my problem if you can't get things past customs, that's what you're paid for." Master let go of my cock and squeezed my nuts harshly. He pulled them away from my cock at a painful angle.

"And that's how I stay in business.... It's tomorrow or else!" Master let the phone slip from his neck and caught it with the hand that was crushing my balls. He let them go and grabbed the phone, then slammed it down on the receiver. He went back to working my cock and his lips found their way to the side of my neck. He kissed and licked in slow circles as my eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure he was giving my hole.

Master gave my cock two more strokes and then whispered into my ear, "Back to work fucktoy," Master let go of my cock, dripping and ready. I was so close to finishing. Why did he stop? My heart was beating fast and Master lifted me up off of him and set me on my feet. I left a trail of precum from my cock to his finger. Master collected it all and then held it up to my lips.

I made a disgusted face and said, "No thank you, Master.." Master laughed at that. With his clean hand he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face down to his juiced finger. He put pushed roughly at my jaw, forcing my lips open and shoved the finger inside my mouth.

I was filled with the taste of my precum. I puckered my lips around his finger and he moved it back and forth, rubbing my juice on my tongue. He did this until his finger was clean and then released me.

Master smacked me hard on the ass and then told me to finish up and get out. I quickly vacuumed, as my cock began to go back to sleep, precum still dripping from its tip.

Gabe was setting a clean stack of plates on the counter and the kitchen smelled of bacon and fresh bread and cheese and all kinds of good food. My tummy rumbled though it knew that none of it was for me. I inhaled and smiled and Gabe nodded with a grin. "I think Master will be pleased," he said, feeling full slave pride.

I helped Gabe bring in bags of ice from the freezer in the garage. We filled a cooler with it and about 20 bottles of beer. We parked it in the living room next to the coffee table. Gabe set the clean stack of plates on the coffee table and got the food put out on trays. He'd made all kinds of finger food that looked straight out of a cooking magazine. Gabe took pride in every last detail.

When Master finished his work, he came out to inspect the setup. He told us to get a quick shower and then put on our party clothes. I looked confusedly at Gabe and he just shook his head for me to be silent. I was.

Gabe and I quickly showered off and then he led me to Master's toy drawer where he pulled out two black jockstraps. They both had a pouch made of black transparent mesh. I was horrified when I slipped it on. The way it was cut, it pushed my cock and balls away from my body and put my package on full display. It offered no coverage whatsoever.

"I... I can't wear this in front of people!" I looked up at Gabe who was adjusting his ample cock, packing it away nicely.

"Bryce... these are Masters, they expect you to be available and at their service, no matter what they want," Gabe looked at me like I'd just gotten there. I had just gotten there.

"They... they touch us?" I said incredulously.

"They touch what they want, it's an honor," Gabe shook his head like I was inbred or alien. How could I not want that? I didn't want that. I shook my head. This was too weird.

"Cmon, stop wasting time, they'll be here soon," Gabe pushed me back towards the door. He had me follow him out to the front entryway and we knelt, waiting for the door to ring. Master came out wearing a clean pair of jeans and a Cowboys shirt, ready for the game. He patted us on the head approvingly and went to grab a beer.

The dogs were barking as we heard a few cars pull up. Gabe waited until we heard footsteps on the front porch and he went for the door, opened it and stepped aside with his head bowed. I looked over the crowd of men as they came in. There were five of them, all dressed like Master and all about his age. Behind them came a line of five men with their heads bowed. They each had on different jockstraps and one had Cowboys written across his chest in blue and silver body paint.

The slaves nodded at us and followed their respective Masters into the living room. The men sat around on the couches and oversized chairs, their slaves kneeling beside them. The men greeted one another and Master turned on the tv and tuned it to the game channel. I watched as an aerial shot of Cowboys stadium filled the screen.

The slaves brought beer and food to their Masters and then went back to kneel in front of them. They faced away from the TV screen, watching their Masters and waiting for orders. I watched as Gabe handed Master a plate and then brought a tray of food to him. Master picked off what he wanted and then Gabe returned the tray to the large coffee table and knelt beside Master, facing his hand.

I was still back in the entryway, stunned at this odd exchange. What kind of twilight zone had I stepped into. Master looked around the room, a little annoyed. His eyes found me back by the entryway and he snapped his fingers and pointed beside him. I walked over and knelt beside him, facing the arm of the chair. Master had a plate in his lap and a beer on the armrest, he rubbed my head as he watched the Cowboys take the field.

I listened to the game, forgetting to watch for Master's orders. I felt his hand reach for the metal ring on my collar and he lifted me up, shoved the plate towards me and looked over at the food, indicating he wanted more. I picked a few stuffed, bacon-wrapped jalapenos off the tray and set them on his plate. I set the plate in his lap and went back to my position.

At this point his fingers were greasy from the food so he brought them to my lips and shoved them into my mouth. I licked the spicy taste of jalapeno and bacon from his lips. It had been so long since I'd had non-slave issue food. I licked at them hungrily. Master took his fingers from my lips and then returned them to me with a small piece of crispy bacon.

I now knew how the dogs must feel and why they eyed us hungrily as we ate. It was delicious and I again licked Master's fingers clean. When he slipped them from my mouth he reached up and wiped them dry on my head.

"Thank you Master," I whispered, so as not to interrupt the game. Master looked over me approvingly and gave me a wink. I couldn't see Gabe as he was on the other side of Master's chair, but I was sure he wouldn't approve.

Master finished eating and Gabe took his plate and then brought him another beer. He and them men were yelling at the game and cheering when the Cowboys did well. It lent a heavy air of masculine energy to the room. Master chugged his beer and then reached down and pulled me up into his lap.

I was sitting with my back against his chest, his arms tightly around me. I was facing the screen, but I did my best to stare down at my lap. Two of the other Masters had their slaves up beside them, facing away from the screen. They were playing with their slaves plugs or pulling on their cocks. The other Masters were ignoring their slaves and I felt one of them staring hungrily at me. I looked up for a second and caught his gaze. It was full of want. I quickly lowered my eyes.

At halftime, Gabe got up to take the trays into the kitchen and refresh them. Two of the other slaves went with him to help but Master told me to stay put. He set me down on the floor and went to piss, telling me to stay.

When he'd left the room, the trouble began. The other men had gone to use the restroom or make phone calls, the Master who had eyed me had sent his slave to help in the kitchen. When the room was mostly emptied, he came over to me.

He snapped his fingers and pointed up to the couch. I scrambled up onto the couch and he flipped me over so that I was on all fours. He moved behind me quickly and yanked the plug painfully from my hole. I tried to cry out but he covered my mouth with his hand and shoved the dirty plug into my mouth. He yanked my arm up to my back and forced it upward.

That's when I heard it.

The Master behind me unzipped his pants and shoved them down. I felt a hard cock pressing against my hole. I struggled and he put his arm around me. I felt him press the tip of his cock against my hole. I looked around the mostly empty room, a few slaves were left staring at me in shock.

The Master growled at me, "Scream and I'll make it hurt." I felt my heart pounding in my ear as he pushed my arm almost to breaking point. I began to run on instinct. I kicked hard behind me and my heel landed on his nuts. He cried out "FUCK" and released me. I tore out of the room, running for the front door. I spit my plug out onto the floor.

I caught sight of Master coming out of his bedroom, he saw the horror in my eyes and reached out for me, but I ran past him towards the front door. I yanked it open and ran, barefoot and panting. I ran. I didn't feel the sticks and pinecones tearing at my bare feet. I ran. I hopped over shrubs and into the dark safety of the thick pine forest.

"BRRRYYYYYCCCEEEE!" I heard Master yell from back at the front porch and then heard him crunching barefoot towards me. I turned to look but I couldn't stop. I wasn't going to have some nasty queer stranger shove his cock into me. It would be one thing to accept it from my Master, but not from a stranger. No fucking way.

I heard Master run after me, his strong, bare feet quickly closing the distance between us. I looked at the forest and decided to dash for it. I felt branches scrape against my naked body as I ran from tree to tree looking for one solid enough to climb. A branch ripped painfully at my side. Master came to the edge of the woods and called for me again.

"Bryce, honey, fucktoy," he spoke softly and gave a whistle like calling a pet, he was alone, "Baby..."

I stopped at his words. He wasn't angry but surprised. I came out from behind the tree and saw him in the distance. It was completely dark where I was and he looked around the trees and listened for my breathing. I took a few steps towards him and a twig cracked beneath my feet.

Master focused on the sound and walked closer, "Don't run," he cautioned, sounding a little more in control. I took a few steps towards his voice and heard him take a few steps towards mine.

When he got close enough, he reached out for me and I stretched my hands to his.

"It's ok, no one's going to hurt you," he said lightly. I took a few more steps towards him and he pulled me up into his chest. I slipped my arms around his neck. My body shivered and I calmed down enough to feel how cold the night had fallen around me.

"Why did you run away?" he spoke without a trace of anger.

"That man tried to fuck me." I sniffled, feeling tears roll down my cheek.

"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding confused, "You don't fuck another man's slave without permission. You ESPECIALLY don't take his cherry. My friends know that." Master rubbed my back lightly as I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my face into his chest.

"It was that weird guy who kept staring at me." I sniffled.

"Oh... He came with a friend. He probably has different rules in his circle," Master said, anger building in his voice. "He tried to fuck you?!?... My property... I'll kill him."

I nodded into his chest, "He had his... dick like... THERE and told me not to scream."

Master didn't say another word as he carried me back to the house, his steps growing progressively heavier. He brought me back through the entryway and set me down. Master walked straight over to the man who I'd kicked. The man's eyes grew wide as he saw Master's face. Master pulled his hand back and landed a hit squarely on the man's jaw. The man grabbed his slave by the collar and pulled him to the front door yelling "Whiny little bitch." The slave scrambled to his feet and followed behind his Master as they pushed past me and out to their car.

I heard tires squeal as they pealed away from the house. Master looked over at Gabe and told him to get me cleaned up. Gabe came over and lifted me up against his chest and carried me back to the slaves' quarters. I felt my feet, dirty with red clay and saw that my legs and tummy had bloody scratches.

Gabe carried me against his chest and set me down on the tile of the slave shower. He turned on the cold water above my head and then knelt down, working his fingers between my toes. I stood there in shock as Gabe rubbed soap over my wounds. I winced and he looked up at me..

"Sorry," his eyes were filled with pity, all of the jealousy and hatred he had for me melted. He lightly cleaned my wounds and then finished cleaning my body, spending extra time on my hole. I was grateful for his gentle soapy fingers. He rinsed me lightly and then put his warm tongue inside me. He licked me clean and then kissed my hole.

Gabe dried me off and then went for the first aid kit. Master had gone back to watch the rest of the game with his friends. Gabe sprayed the liquid bandage stuff over my scratches and then laid me down on the mattress and went back out to join Master.

Gabe came back in a few minutes later and carried me off to Master's bedroom.

"Master says you can rest in his bed until everyone's gone. I'll clean up." Gabe kissed me softly on the forehead and then worked a clean plug inside me. He pulled the covers up over me and then turned out the light and went back out to the party. I closed my eyes and turned onto my tummy then fell asleep.

Master came in sometime later. I'd had a good nap, but my arm was aching. He didn't turn on a light, but came in, took off his clothes and slipped under the covers next to me. I was in the middle of the bed so he lifted me up and set me on his chest.

"Oww oww oww," I tried to keep silent, but my arm was hurting. Master reached over and flipped on the lamp.

"Let me see," he said, sitting up and planting me in his lap. I showed him my arm and he traced his hand over it, "No bruise, you'll be ok." He'd been drinking and was in a happy mood. I blinked against the harsh lamp and squinted up at him.

"You had a good nap," he said as a matter of fact, not question. His words were slurred but friendly. "You know," he traced a finger down my cheek as his other hand slid up and down my back, "You're going to be trouble. I can tell that. It's why I'm so hard on you." He laughed, "Cuz you make me so hard."

I lowered my head, my cheeks blushing. I wanted to remind him that I'm straight, but one thing I'd learned from my parents is that you don't talk back to a drunk man. I let him rub his hands over me. I really just wanted to sleep, but I was also relieved that he wasn't mad at me for running out. At least he wasn't mad tonight.

"Damn I'm horny," he said, fumbling with the plug in my hole. Master reached over to the bedside table and took out the remote to my collar. I tensed up. He was going to shock me? What had I done? He put a finger under my chin and raised my head to his. He gave me a wicked grin and pointed the remote at my face.

I winced, braced myself for the shock to my neck. Master pushed the button and I instinctively cried out "pleeeassssee nnoo," but then I didn't feel the shock I anticipated. I felt nothing. Master laughed and then the door the bedroom flew open.

"Yes Master, Sorry Master," Gabe was out of breath and fumbling with his own electric collar. "I... I only have a few more dishes to load and the house is cleaned up," Gabe glared at me as I sat there in Master's lap, looking sleepy from my nap while he'd been cleaning the house from the night's party.

Master shook his head and waved Gabe towards him. Master pushed me off of him and onto the bed on my side. He set the remote on the bedside table and slipped off his boxers. Master's full hard cock popped out and then landed against his tummy. It was in the mood for party.

"You did a good job tonight," Master said to Gabe. "Now you get your reward," Master snapped and Gabe dove onto the bed.

He took Master's cock all the way in his mouth and began to work it hungrily. Master moaned and put his hand on the back of Gabe's head, rubbing his short, red hair.

"Yeah slut," Master groaned, "Work Master's cock. You want that, don't you?" Gabe looked up at him and nodded with a mouth full of cock. I turned my head and buried it into a pillow hoping I could just fall asleep.

"No no, fucktoy," Master said and put his hand on my head.. He lifted my head and then slipped his hand down to the back of my neck and pulled me up so my head rested against his chest. "Watch that, learn from him. You'll be taking care of this soon enough."

It was gross. Gabe slobbered and sucked at Master's shaft. Master pushed his head down and Gabe sucked Master's nuts into his mouth. He was smiling, pleased that he could take care of Master in ways I wouldn't, no matter what.

"Yeah eat that hole," Master pushed Gabe down and then raised his hips up so Gabe could work his tongue into Master's hole. Gabe buried his nose in Master's nuts, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, a smile spread across him as he worked his tongue over Master's spot. Master's cock was throbbing and leaking precum as he moaned and pushed Gabe deeper into him.

"All right, get back on that cock," Master growled and pulled Gabe up by the ears, he forced Gabe's head down on his shaft (not that Gabe needed forcing). He pulled Gabe by the ears as he bucked his hips, pushing his cock into Gabe's throat.

"Oh here it cums," Master tossed his head back and bucked his hips wildly as Gabe sucked on his cock. I watched Master's body tense up and then Master grabbed my neck and pushed me down towards Gabe's head.

I protested and squirmed, "Nooooooo Please Nooooo!" But Master ignored me and pushed my head closer to Gabe. Master pushed Gabe's head off his cock and brought the throbbing tip close to my face. I closed my eyes but I could already smell the thick white cum shooting out of the head.

"Yeah take that cock fucktoy," Master pumped his shaft and sprayed my nose, cheeks and closed eyes with his cum. Master growled, "AHHHhhh UHHhhh FUCK Yeah!" He pushed my face down further and whacked the shaft of his hard cock against my cheek. More cum spilled out and coated my ear and hair.

"Uhhhh Take that cum fucktoy, take Master's cum." Master grabbed my neck again and rubbed my face in his crotch. His cum dripped off my face and into his pubes. I kept my eyes closed but felt the cum trickle into my nose. I'd never get this shit off of me. I scowled.

Finally Master's body relaxed, he gave his cock a few more pumps and milked the last drops from it. My face was sticky and hot with the contents of his nuts.

"Oh yeah," Master breathed, laying back against the pillows, "Fucktoy got his treat, eh slut?"

"Oh yes, Master," Gabe chuckled.

"MMMMM!" I shook my head, keeping my lips closed so no cum would get in. It smelled awful. I could barely breathe.

Master pushed my head towards Gabe, "Go ahead and lick his eyes clean, maybe we'll let him sample the juice that owns him."

I felt Gabe's warm tongue lick slow circles across my eyelids and swallow. Gabe licked every drop from my eyes and then sat back on his knees. I squinted, then blinked, my eyes stung as some of the cum got too close.

Master lifted me into a kneeling position, my lips and cheeks and ears still coated with his cream. Master looked up at me and I bowed my head. He took a finger and wiped it gently across my cheek and then held it to my lips.

"Lick that finger clean, fucktoy," Master said.. I winced, but his fingers forced their way past my lips. I felt the taste of cum touch my tongue. I coughed and gagged, but then I realized it wasn't as gross as it smelled. It was a little salty but also a little sweet. I swirled my tongue around Master's fingers and then swallowed.

"Oh I think he likes that," Master said to Gabe.

Gabe added, "Who wouldn't? Master's seed is perfect."

Master wiped his fingers across my nose and forehead, collecting another part of his load. He worked the dripping fingers into my mouth and I again tasted his seed. I felt it slide down my throat, working its way to my tummy. But it touched other parts as it went down. It sent sensors throughout me that flashed the same message again and again, "You are owned, Bryce. You are owned." I felt it more and more as he fed his seed to me.

Master had Gabe lick the cum that had settled over my ear and in my hair. He had Gabe hold it in his mouth until Master's fingers were clean. He told Gabe to give it to me and then shoved Gabe's head towards my face. Gabe parted his lips and showed me the white pool on his tongue. He leaned into me and put his lips to mine. I didn't fight it. I felt Master's power swish around inside me. I finally felt my slave life settle into me. It wasn't about being a queer, it was about pleasing Master and learning to submit to his desires.

Gabe's tongue swirled around mine as he transferred the cum. Master rubbed the backs of our heads and pushed us together. Gabe's strong arms slid around me, pulling me into him. I took Master's cum and swallowed it.. Gabe's lips grew fiercer as they wrestled with my own. It had been four years since he had power over anyone and he was acquiring the taste of it.

I yielded to the arms locked solidly around me. I felt Master's hand rub up and down my back and found my own arms sliding around Gabe. It wasn't about me and Gabe. Gabe could have cared less for me. It was about submitting to our Master and following orders..

Master pulled us apart gently. He leaned in and gave Gabe a soft kiss, then leaned into me and did the same. He inspected my mouth with his tongue, searching for any evidence of rejected cum. He pulled away and smiled, "Good fucktoy," and then kissed my nose.

Master wiped my face clean against Gabe's chest and then laid back against the pillows. He put Gabe's head on one side of his chest and snuggled him and then put mine on the other side and did the same.

My face was inches from Gabe's, our eyes locked. He didn't seem so angry anymore. I fell asleep with his warm breath against my forehead. Master's hand rubbed slowly up and down my back. He pulled the covers over us and turned off the lamp.

Thanks for reading, please email masecam@yahoo.com with comments and suggestions so I know whether or not I should continue the series.

Next chapter? - Gabe's ending, Bryce meets Daddy.