This story has sex, finally, and themes of S&M. all characters are fictional and over 18. If you're not over 18, don't read it. Also there's no safe sex in this story. Stories can't get diseases, but people can so always play safely but more importantly... always play.
&^&^& Property of the State Chapter Four; Bryce's new Alpha &^&^&
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It was a week later that we said goodbye to Gabe. He would only be gone a week, but I was already nervous about taking care of Master full time. Gabe had been there to guide me through how Master liked things, and he'd been there to take Master's cock, though Master still had me swallowing his cum every night. Master kept building it up like he'd have me suck him. The anticipation killed me. I didn't want to suck him, but it's like the dentist telling you'll soon need cavities filled, you eventually hope you can just get it over with.
Texas used to just send slaves out when their sentence had finished. This turned out to be majorly problematic as most slaves had been trained for five or ten years and just signed themselves over to their Masters for life. For slaves whose Masters no longer wanted them, they'd go out and commit another crime hoping to be re-enslaved.
The first problem meant Texas couldn't sell as many prisoners and lost money. The second problem meant crime went up and most of those older slaves didn't fetch their asking price and ended up in burgeoning prison farms. The new legislation had slaves, who were on the brink of being freed, go into retraining to become either free citizens or slave trainers.
Though a slave still had the choice, after retraining, to stay with a Master if the Master so chose, more and more slaves were becoming successful businessmen (or women) and ending up with slaves of their own. It was successful enough to have other states reconsidering their disgust with Lone Star justice.
Gabe had begged to stay with Master, and Master could have kept him on as my father's Master had. That was HIS choice, but either way, Gabe had to go for retraining first. He'd spent the last few nights worrying about it as he held me on the small mattress in our quarters.
When we'd finished our workout and Gabe and I had done our morning routine, Master called me in for inspection and planted my new, larger plug inside me. I looked over at Gabe, he held his clean plug in his mouth, but Master shook his head.
"Please Master," Gabe begged as Master took it from his lips.
"You read the rules slut, no plugs at retraining. You will learn to stand on your own as a free man. I will have a reward if you do well at retraining. You have to try slut," Master assured. Gabe lowered his head dejectedly.
"Yes sir, Thank you Master," he said as he sniffled a tear.
Master went to the dresser against the wall and pulled a box off the top. He set it on the bed and had Gabe open it. It had a few pairs of boxers, a pair of jeans and several polo shirts along with socks and a pair of running shoes.
"Your parents will see you when you finish training. They want a better life for you, for you to move on from this with a sense of purpose and discipline." Master rubbed his hand up and down Gabe's naked back.
"Go ahead, slut, you earned them," Master said and pushed the box towards Gabe. I was kneeling in front of them, looking longingly at the box. I knew that both Gabe and I would have given anything to trade places at that point. I wondered if I'd be standing in front of a box in seven years, looking over at a young and eager replacement. It seemed like too much to hope for, too far away a star to wish on.
Gabe picked up a pair of boxers and held them in front of him disgustedly.
"On!" Master snapped, prodding Gabe along, "Your parents were surprised when I told them your sizes. They can't wait to see how you've developed."
Gabe stepped into the boxers and wiggled them up uneasily. He squirmed, the fabric feeling itchy and foreign against his skin.
Master rifled through the shirts and held up a blue one. "This will look handsome," he smiled, trying to build this up for the reluctant slave.
Gabe held it in front of him and shook his head, a tear rolled over his cheek, "Please Master, I'll work for you forever, you can keep me in the cell, PLEASE!"
"Do you ask Master requests?" Master said firmly, knowing he'd have to be hard to push Gabe on. "You have your orders slut."
"Sorry sir, sorry Master, I... I didn't mean to upset you," Gabe slid the shirt over his chest and buttoned it up. Master held the jeans out next and Gabe stepped into them, taking his time. He zipped them up and then pulled at the collar of his shirt. His chest hadn't known the feel of a shirt in four years. I was fully captivated by the scene.
"Very nice... Gabriel McCoy," Master said his name and Gabe lost it. He sank to his knees and put his face against Master's feet.
"Please sir, you can beat me, run me, fuck me, lock me up, please don't make me go." Gabe begged.
"Shoes next, the inspector will be here in ten minutes and you will be ready." Master kicked at Gabe who stumbled back onto his heels. Master went to the closet and pulled out a small blue duffel bag.
He tossed it onto the bed and told me to pack it for Gabe. I scrambled to empty the box into the bag.
Master cocked his head to the side giving me a very annoyed look.
"Oh, sorry sir," I took the clothes out, folded them nicely and packed them like Gabe would want. Gabe stayed on his knees, his head bowed into his hands.
Master squatted in front of him and brought him to his feet, much more gently than he would have ever done. He pulled his hands down to his side and then raised his head.
"You will go and learn. You're of no use to me as a whiny little boy. You will hear all of your options and you will learn your choices. Then you will come back here and finish your sentence and prepare for what's next. We will discuss anything about your future AFTER you come back.... I promise." Master assured. He pulled Gabe in for a loving embrace and locked his lips onto the redhead's kiss.
Gabe nodded and then sat on the bed, pulling on his socks and shoes. I finished putting his clothes away as we heard a knock at the door.
Inspector Ronald Davis introduced himself to everyone in the house, including me. He looked me up and down as I knelt beside Master on the tile entryway wearing nothing but my leather collar (and state issued collar underneath). He nodded approvingly and then looked over to a red faced Gabe, his bag slung over his shoulder.
"You're ready for retraining?" he asked Gabe with a slight smile.
Gabe nodded as he said, "Yes sir," he lowered his head from the Inspector's gaze. Inspector put a finger under his chin and raised it, "You now look men in the eyes." Gabe turned to Master who nodded and patted him on the back.
"And you?" Inspector moved to stand in front of me. "In a state visit, you have the right to report anything of your training. Do you wish to make a report?"
My mind raced at this new knowledge. Would the state care that the man they'd sold me to planned to fill my ass with anything that pleased him? Would it do any good? Would they find me a nice family to serve?
I felt Master's hand on top of my head, "He's speaking to you, fucktoy." Master patted my head, patting away any notions I might have had.
"I'm... I'm good... Sir," I kept my head bowed and mumbled.
"Very well then, looks like you're running a quality program here Aaron," Inspector laughed harshly. "I don't anticipate a repeat of Pablo," Inspector said, the laugh disappearing.
"Still upset about I outbid you, Ronnie?" Master said in a tone that asserted his dominance and position in this room, in life.
"Still a smug bastard, Aaron?" Inspector said as he took a few steps back.
"I make good money. You chose a state job. I made good decisions, Ronnie. Like when I took your girlfriend in tenth grade.... Yep.... Good decisions," Master pulled me closer to his side. "Well, you be good to my Gabe. He'll do his best for your retraining."
"And you still have no objections, Bryce?" Inspector turned to ask me again as he led Gabe out to the porch.
Master tightened his grip on my neck. I kept my mouth closed.
"Asked and answered, Ronnie, have a good day!" Master slammed the door on them and turned back towards the room.
Master pulled me up by my collar. I scrambled to find my feet and stood at his side. Master pulled me back through the living room to the kitchen. Gabe had showed me how to make bacon and eggs as Master liked them. Master waited impatiently at the bar as I whirled around the kitchen and made his food. I made a little extra, sometimes he let Gabe have the leftovers and I thought he might do the same for me.
Master flipped on the news and sipped at his coffee as he waited. I slid the plate in front of him and then waited for him to tell me to pour a bowl of slave chow or whatever else he might want me to have. He chose the chow and I set my bowl on the floor, pouring in my food. That's when the dogs always show up, they get confused. Gabe had already fed them that morning, but they always tried to get at our food.
I knelt beside Master's feet and leaned over my bowl and ate my breakfast with a wet dog nose pressed against my neck. I shooed them off as I finished and they went over to sit beside Master as he ate slowly, focusing on the day's stories, probably worried about Gabe. He seemed a little shaken by seeing off his slave companion of the last four years. I'd only known him a few weeks and I missed him.
I loaded my bowl in the dishwasher and then cleaned up the kitchen before kneeling beside Master as he finished his food. Luckily, I HAD made too much. My tummy gave a light rumble as I waited, smelling the bacon being pushed around his plate.
"Don't make so much next time," Master grumbled. He lowered a piece of bacon beside him and one of the dogs took it. I glared at him as he chewed it happily. Master patted his head. He hadn't intended it for me. I swallowed away the anticipation and let down. Was I really kneeling on the floor envying a dog? Yes I was. I sighed disgustedly.
Master had me spend the morning and afternoon cleaning the house. I did the best I knew how to, but I still wasn't finished when he'd finished his day's work.
"Why the hell aren't you finished?" he looked angry as he came out to inspect what I'd done, "Are you special? Do you get extra time?" Master came at me and yanked me up by the collar.
"Slut would have everything finished and dinner cooking. Fucktoy can't handle things?" Master was angry; he pulled me over to the couch. Master pulled me up and into his lap. I faced him, but hung my head.
"I'm sorry Master, I tried. I... I tried," I trailed off quietly.
"Slut doesn't make excuses, fucktoy shouldn't either! I've been too easy on you. It ends now!" Master barked and pushed his hands hard against my chest. I fell off his lap and landed on my ass, then scrambled up into kneeling position.
Master unbuckled his belt and I winced, crossing my arms behind my back. I'd never been beaten by a belt. Master slid it out of the loops and then held it up in front of him.
"Is this what you need?" Master cracked the belt over my head. I bowed down, dodging it.
"You are completely useless. I expect you to step up now that slut is away. Do I deserve less?" Master barked.
"No sir, No Master, I'm sorry. I'll do better." I vowed, huddled and sniveling.
"Bullshit, prove it!" Master tossed the belt on the couch and snapped his fingers, and then pointed a finger down to the floor in front of him. I crawled over quickly and Master spread his legs.
I crawled between Master's legs and kept my head bowed. Master unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper and lifted his hips, sliding his pants off and down to his ankles. Master's black boxers laid before me. Master pushed his shirt up, exposing his hard abs.
"You want to take slut's place? Take it!" Master growled. His voice was threatening enough for me to comply. I'd taken his cum, but having a cock in my mouth? I stopped to consider it with disgust. I'd stopped too long.
Mast pulled me by the ears and shoved my face into his crotch. I felt the outline of his soft and impressive cock beneath the boxers. Master roughly guided me by the ears, rubbing my lips back and forth along the outline of his cock as it began to awaken.
"You can at least get ONE thing right today, fucktoy. You haven't earned it yet. But if I waited for you to earn it, I'd never get it sucked." Master joked angrily. "You better hope you get this right or you'll be chained up in the yard tonight."
I nodded, knowing he'd let me go too long without this humiliation. My luck had run out. Without Gabe to worship Master's cock, the least pleasant task in the house now fell to me. I shivered, feeling his hard cock poke out from the boxers.
Master let go of my head and pushed it away and then slipped off his boxers. His proud cock swung up and brushed against my chin. Master grabbed it by the base and wagged it, slapping my cheek with it. I winced, feeling my face go red and my cheeks begin to burn.
"I... Please Master," I begged, "Please no, I'll do better, I promise." I found myself begging much like Gabe had, though for far different reasons.
"Well, ok," Master said and released his cock. He pushed me away from it and sat up. It was too easy, but I felt my tension ease. "Thank you sir, Thank you Master," I smiled. Was he really going to not make me do that?
Master reached over and grabbed the belt from beside him.
"So you chose the belt," he said with resignation, "Ok then!" Master stood up and kicked off his pants and boxers. He slid his shirt off and tossed it into the chair.
"Up," he snapped and pointed to the couch.
"But... but... I..."
"No no, I respect your straight slave choices." Master laughed. "I won't force you to suck my cock."
"I... but..." I stammered as he cracked the belt in the air.
"But I'll sure make you wish you had." Master said and again pointed at the couch. "That's double strikes for wasting time when I gave you an order."
I jumped up to the couch and got on all fours.
Master moved to stand beside me and traced the leather belt along my back. I shivered.
"Now you didn't finish the kitchen, I see dishes drying on the rack, not put away where they should be."
Master cracked the belt hard against my ass. I jumped, feeling the sting spread over it. He quickly cracked it again. I felt my heartbeat racing, tears began spilling from my eyes.
"Please Master!, Please no!"
"And speaking out of turn," Master said and cracked the belt twice more in rapid succession. The last one smacked against the plug in my hole and pushed it deeper into me. It stretched the ring painfully.
I kept silent.
"And I doubt you got a chance to scrub out my shower?" Master asked.
"No sir," I cursed myself for forgetting that one.
Master cracked the belt twice more, I felt stripes growing on my skin. I knew I'd be sleeping on my tummy tonight. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I searched my list for more things I'd forgotten to do.
"And I didn't hear a vacuum," SMACK-SMACK. I lurched forward and instinctively covered my ass with my hands.
"And you're hands are out of position," SMACK-SMACK, the belt landed on my palms and I quickly moved them back to the couch in front of me. I was full out crying now, humiliated that I'd let his belt beat me so easily.
"And is there dinner cooking for your Master?" SMACK-SMACK. I was too choked up to respond. I lowered my face to the couch pillow as I screamed.
"Is Master's laundry folded and put away properly?" SMACK-SMACK, "Shit, fucktoy, what exactly did you do today?" SMACK-SMACK.
"I'm Sorry, Master. I will finish, please!" I begged, my face red and soaked, my ass burning like forgotten toast. My stupid straight slave pride kept me from pleasing Master. A voice inside me said, "You did this to yourself, fucktoy, you deserve this." I knew it was true. I knew I'd done wrong and displeased Master. Worst of all I'd shown disgust for my most important position, submitting to Master's physical desires.
"And then you REFUSE my cock?" SMACK-SMACK. I cried out, feeling snot running from my nose.
"Please Master, Please let me suck your cock. Please Master. I'm sorry." I whined, begging for the beating to end.
"Now you want Master's gift? Have you earned Master's gift?" Master stopped hitting me. He stood over me, waiting for response.
"No Master, if it pleases you I will..." the words stuck in my throat, "I will suck Master's cock that I have not earned."
Master lifted my head and shoved two fingers into my mouth and pressed against my throat. I gagged and coughed, suppressing the urge to throw up. He worked his fingers in my mouth, spreading them as my lips stretched into a painful divide.
Master moved in front of me and grabbed the back of my head. He shoved his cock past my lips. The warm thick shaft poked against the opening to my throat. I felt every ridge of his skin against my tongue. It left a taste of sweat mixed with a hint of soap. I did my best to suppress the gagging, but he seemed to get off on my reaction as my throat spasmed with the invasion.
"Oh yeah work that throat on it. You'll learn to take all of it, fucktoy." Master held my head firmly on his cock as it pressed into my airway. I panicked, the feeling of suffocation fought against the deep and painful marks of disobedience on my ass.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" I gagged and coughed around his shaft as he began to work it deep into my skull. Master looked down at me. "Breathe through your nose dumbass," he reminded me.
I sucked air in through my nostrils as Master fucked in and out of my mouth. He was set on taking what belonged to him, there was little fight left in me after the harsh whipping I'd received. I gave in, closed my eyes, and did my best to swallow around the thick intrusive member that stretched my jaw to exertion.
"Yeah oh damn fucktoy, you're a natural at this," Master cheered as he slid in and out of me, picking up the rhythm.
"Fuck, you gotta sweet little mouth," Master laughed, "You trying to beat Gabe at this?"
With my mouth stuffed and only a little air coming through my nostrils, I had little ability to respond to Master's taunts. I just MMMMM'ed around his cock as it forced it's way in and out of me.
"Ooh yeah fucktoy, you trying to be employee of the month here?" Master arched his back to angle his cock right down my throat as he bucked his hips.
"Ahhh fucktoy, keep it up, I'm almost there," Master shoved into me with force now, tension working it's way up his shaft. I wasn't tasting much of anything but I felt his precum dripping down my throat.
Master pulled out of me and growled, "Keep that fucking suck hole open!" He pumped his cock furiously and put the tip between my lips. Master's body was red and sweat dripped down his chest as he threw his head back and jacked off into my mouth. I tasted a few drops of warm precum and then a torrent of shots hitting against my tongue, the roof of my mouth and back against my throat.
"Don't fucking swallow it until I tell you to... AHHHHHHH FUCCCKKKKK," Master kept his eyes locked onto mine. I knew from the last few weeks that he liked me to look him in the eyes when he shot his load into me or when he fed me his cum from his fingers. My jaw ached but I stretched it as far as it would take.
Master coated the inside my mouth with his white hot cum. It had a sweetness to it that I'd learned to like. I did my best to keep from swallowing it. When he gave an order he liked it to be followed.
Master wanked the last few drops from his shaft and then stumbled past me and collapsed onto the couch. I held my mouth open and kept from swallowing the cum he'd given me. I heard Master lay back and breathe heavy and fast.
"OH fuck, fucktoy, that was... wow. Makes me wonder how sweet that other slavehole is going to be. Maybe after a quick nap we'll get to it. You want that fucktoy? You want Master's cock in that sluthole?"
"AHHHH," I said, to remind him my mouth was open and still full of cum.
"Mmm, yeah. Come here," Master snapped. I turned on my knees and shuffled towards him, aching to either swallow or spit or whatever he wanted. I NEEDED to swallow the building pull of saliva and cum in my mouth. My jaw gave a sharp pain.
"You want to swallow Master's juice?"
"Uhhhhh!" I nodded my head, knowing that's what he wanted to hear.
Master grabbed the back of my head and brought me to his lips. He kissed me and used his tongue to push his cum to the back of my mouth. His hand found my neck and he stroked it, urging me to swallow. I readily complied, happy that he allowed my lips to close around his tongue.
I swallowed all of it as Master's tongue cleaned the inside of my mouth. He had pushed all of the cum back and down my throat. His hands slipped down to my armpits and he lifted me up off the floor and laid me against his chest, keeping his lips locked onto mine. Master's hands rubbed down my back and wiggled my plug. His hands passing over my ass reminded me of the harsh beating I'd received for my disobedience. I winced and squirmed in discomfort as he grabbed my cheeks and kneaded them in his hands.
"AHHHHHH!" I cried out, breaking our kiss.
"MMM yeah, you'll remember what it means to disappoint Master now, won't you?" Master demanded, pulling his head back and away from mine.
"Yes sir," I sniffled as waves of pain rushed over me. "Yes Master. I'm sorry." I sniffled and held back the tears as I felt his palms scrape against the stripes the belt had delivered.
"And tomorrow you'll do what?"
"I'll make Master proud. I promise sir... I'm sorry Master," I sniffled, red faced. Master's hands rubbed soothingly over my back.
"Shhh," he said, turning from a harsh Master to a soothing father. "I did it for you fucktoy," Master reassured, "You have to learn discipline. You have to learn who's in charge. Who owns you?"
"You do, Master." I laid my head against his strong chest.
"And what do you say when Master uses your holes or gives you a task?"
"Thank you Master, thank you sir." I said, my eyes beginning to close as the adrenaline of the past hour began to leave me. Master grabbed for the remote and flicked on the TV as he held me there on his chest. I turned my head to the other side as it wasn't fitting for Slaves to enjoy television. I closed my eyes, listening to my Master's heartbeat and soon found myself in a deep and undeserved rest.
Master woke me again by turning on the water above me. We were in Master's shower and the digital clock on the counter said it was well past bedtime.
"Wash yourself," Master took my hand and deposited a cake of soap. I rubbed it sleepily over my body as Master pushed me to the side of the shower and began to soap up his own body. We cleaned off and then Master snuggled into his bed after tying my wrists behind my back and my ankles together. He left me face down on the carpet and turned off the lamp.
After we'd finished our morning workout, Master gave me only 9 minutes to do my business in the slave bathroom and then report to him on the floor of his bedroom.
Master stepped out of his bathroom about 20 minutes later and left me kneeling on the floor as he spent another 10 minutes getting dressed for his day. As he was inspecting my hole and then working my clean plug inside me, he finally spoke.
"Well, fucktoy, I didn't anticipate that you'd have much success taking over for Gabe. So I'm bringing you a new alpha slave while Gabe is out. It's just for the rest of this week, but his Master is driving up with him and then flying out for a vacation alone. I'm slave-sitting. It will happen to you eventually when I trust you enough to lend you to another master. It's much more preferable than being boarded in a slave kennel. I did that ONCE and they sent back a slave with a virus. Bullshit..."
My ears perked up at this news. It was a lot to absorb and he offered it so casually. I wanted to respond. I searched his words for a question. Damn. I kept my mouth shut as Master popped in my plug. I wiggled my ass happily and then caught myself. I shouldn't show joy at having my hole filled, but the half hour a day without my plug left an empty feeling in me. I realized Gabe had felt that when Master took his plug before sending him off for retraining. I started to understand a little of how he must be feeling right now in his strange new world.
But there was an alpha slave coming. Would he like me or resent me like Gabe had at first? Before Gabe left, we'd become close. He'd mentored me through the steps of taking care of Master. Would the new alpha be so helpful? I was lost in my thoughts and a firm smack on my ass from Master brought me back to the present.
"You get lost too easily fucktoy," Master said lightly.
"Sorry Master, thank you sir," I responded and turned my head to see him take my leather leash from the bedside table and buckle it around my neck. Master clipped the leash to the silver ring on my collar and pulled me off the bed. I followed him out to the kitchen and knelt at his feet.
"What would Master like for breakfast sir?" I offered with bowed head.
"Eggs and toast are fine, get to it." Master unclipped my leash and curled it on the counter, then sat down on a barstool at the counter to wait for his coffee. He flipped through the morning news as I made my way around the kitchen. Soon he had fresh coffee and a plate of eggs with toast before him. He told me to pour my slave chow and hurry up as I had preparations to make for the arrival of alpha slave.
He set down his fork when he'd finished his meal and turned off the TV. I quickly washed his plate as he gave me my day's assignment. I was to finish the laundry and prepare a lunch for when the Master came to drop off alpha slave. The other Master would stay for a quick lunch before his flight.
I got to work as Master disappeared into his office. My ass had a few purple marks and the stripes from the belt were beginning to heal. I loaded the washer, separating the colors like Gabe insisted. I got to work chopping up vegetables and fruit for lunch and then covered them and put them away in the fridge. I made the tuna salad recipe Gabe had taught me and then put the clothes into the dryer. I was vacuuming when Master came out of his office.
Master snapped his fingers and I knelt in front of him, he pulled me on my knees across the living room and into the bedroom. I jumped up onto the bed as he took ropes from the bedside table. He bound my wrists behind me and then did the same to my ankles. He attached one last rope around my nuts and pulled them sharply under me and secured that line to my ankles. Master took one of his ties and put it around my head, covering my eyes. He tied it behind my head. Finally, Master took the leather band that had the rubber mouth plug and gagged me with it.
I felt Master's hands hook under my armpits and raise me off the bed. He carried me out of the room, my eyes covered in darkness. I struggled to keep my knees bent because when I relaxed them, it pulled my nuts painfully. I heard Master's bare feet padder across the tile of the kitchen and guessed I was headed for the quarters I shared with Gabe. My knees landing against the thin mattress confirmed this.
Master left me there without a word and disappeared (not that I could see anything). I heard the slave door shut and the locks turn and then Master's footsteps back across the kitchen and then... nothing.
It could have been an hour or twenty minutes later but I heard the doorbell ring and the dogs barking. I heard muffled conversation and then footsteps in the kitchen. I heard Master greet his guest, a man with a deep and comforting voice. He sounded important and in-charge. He and Master made small talk over lunch. Apparently the other Master was headed for two weeks on the beach and was grateful for his time off from his empire. It sounded as if he had many slaves; he'd left his assistant in charge and knew they'd be taken care of. They then discussed a lot of business issues.
Finally I heard the familiar sound of the sink running and dishes clinking. Who was cleaning my kitchen? Was it the new alpha? Gabe would not be pleased with this. I felt a pain of loneliness at his absence. Would the new alpha like me? Would he grow to like me as Gabe had? Well, maybe Gabe didn't like me, but he accepted me and we'd grown close on the cold nights sleeping on the thin mattress in each other's arms.
I heard footsteps through the laundry room and then the locks on the door turn. I tried to crawl on my knees to the cement floor and be in position for Master and other Master. I made it to the edge of the mattress and then fell over against the cold cement, the rope yanking hard on my nuts.
I began to cry out but the gag muffled me and I probably looked stupid when Master opened the door. I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed that I wasn't in proper position.
I heard footsteps coming towards me and then felt Master's hands as he lifted me up and then set me down on the mattress on my tummy. He squatted next to me and rubbed my back gently.
"I see you've been disciplining him properly," the other Master joked, probably referring to the marks on my ass.
"He pissed me off yesterday, I doubt it will happen again," Master laughed and gave my ass a light smack that sent shocks of pain through my ass. I squirmed.
Master lifted my blindfold up and left it on top of my hair like a headband. Other Master looked down at me and then sat down on the mattress.
"Spitting image," he remarked, "Well, before I toughened him up."
"Yes, I saw it when you brought him in," Master said, "You've done quite a lot of work, most Masters wouldn't let him get so strong."
"Well," Other Master began, "That took time and trust, but he's thoroughly broken where it counts. He did win Central Texas Slave Rodeo two years ago. I had 20 grand riding on him. I bought him a small space heater for his cell."
"Very generous, Howard" Master remarked and Master Howard laughed and rubbed his hand over my hair thoughtfully.
"Once you get him broken in I think you'll be very pleased at what his genetics are capable of. I almost fell for the cute puppy routine too, but he'll take a lot," Master Howard said.
This whole conversation confused me as I looked from one Master's lap to the other. They continued like that until finally I heard the water turn off in the kitchen and footsteps approaching.
I saw feet in the doorway and then knees as the new Alpha knelt, but I couldn't lift my head enough to see his face.
"Well, don't just sit there," Master Howard snapped and the slave crawled towards us.
I saw a face peek over Master Howard's lap, a face I knew, a face that resembled my own. It was my father. He looked at me, gave a half smile and then bowed his head.
"MMMm," I tried to speak around the gag in my mouth. I twisted my head and looked up at Master who was smiling down at me.
"Yep," he said, "The fag who trained you poorly will now train you properly." He referred to my father as a fag. My eyes sank. I felt my face grow red and hot.
"MMMM?" I don't know why I was trying to speak, much less ask a question, but Master smacked my ass harshly for it.
"You have a gag in, do you really think Master requires your voice?"
I shook my head and lowered it, as questions circled around inside me. The Masters talked over me, each stroking a different part of me as though I were a pet on the living room floor. Finally, Master Howard rose, saying he'd better head to the airport.
Master walked him out of the room and closed the door to the slaves quarters leaving me, bound and gagged with my father, on his knees, bent over, his face against the floor.
Dad raised up to his knees as he heard the locks turn and crawled towards me on his knees. I looked at his face, trying to make sounds around the gag in my mouth. I hadn't seen him since I was a boy. He'd been gone, out living a life of crime and then imprisoned and enslaved. I barely knew him and he looked at me with cautious eyes.
Dad knelt in front of me on the mattress and I looked down, realizing he was as naked as I was. His body was muscled and tanned, free of hair and blemish. He looked healthy and his half smile made him seem inviting. All I could do was look him over. He didn't look like the man I remembered until I saw the small four leaf clover tattooed over his right nipple. I remembered that. I remembered having my head there when I would nap or when he'd pick me up into his arms.
I felt peaceful for a moment until I began to think about how he'd left us, gone and done what pleased him, been arrested and then later chosen to remain with his Master rather than come home and fix his child. I backed away from him as he sat next to me, leaning back against the bare wall.
"Bryce," he said softly and reached to touch my cheek. I ducked, making mumbled protests into my gag.
Dad put his hand back down in his lap and squirmed a little, covering his manhood.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I chose my path without considering you. I did what was selfish. You have to know why I'm here though." Dad looked me up and down and then stared a little too long at my crotch. He shook his head and pushed on.
"Bryce, when I heard you had ended up here... I felt pride Bryce. Mr. Landry is one of the most respected men you could belong to. He will turn you into a successful and confident man if you submit and finish your 7 years here." Dad put his hand on the back of my neck. I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip.
"You have that fire in you," he smiled knowingly, "I had it too. It's going to destroy you if you don't learn to let go of it and allow Master to train you. When he called to ask if I could be sent here to help you, I gave up all of my earned comforts so that my Master allowed me to come to you. I know it's going to be tough, but daddy's here. Ok?"
I nodded and started to cry as dad pushed on the back of my neck. He brought my head into his chest, against the clover. His arms spread around me. I had too much going on in my head. I just let it all swirl around while I focused on dad's touch.
It was nighttime when Master again came for us. I had to pee and the ropes were digging into my skin. Dad pushed me up into kneeling position and then knelt beside me as the locks turned on the door. Master came in and looked us over.
"Well, how was the reunion? A Kodak moment?" he laughed.
"Yes Master, thank you sir," dad said. I nodded and mumbled gratitude through my gag.
"Bring him to the bedroom and we'll get him untied so he can finish his chores and help with dinner." Master instructed dad.
Dad got to his feet and then slipped one arm around my chest and easily lifted me up into him. His arms, stronger than Masters, held me easily. One was around my back and the other supported my legs to ease the tense rope pulling at my balls. I snuggled my face into his shoulder as he carried me to Master's bed. My brain flashed a comforting though "daddy."
He set me on Master's bed in the kneeling position and then waited until Master told him to begin releasing the ropes.
Master laid back on the bed eyeing us strangely as dad worked. He caught my eyes and winked. A large grin spread across his face. Dad kept the gag in but untied my arms first and rubbed my wrists to ease the blood flow through them. He did the same to my ankles, releasing the tension on the rope still tied to my nuts.
Dad reached for the rope around my nuts and then paused. I felt my face turn red and watched the smile spread across Master's face.
"Go ahead unless you want to leave fucktoy tied like that," Master said. He raised his foot and gave dad a quick shove in the chest with it.
"Of course, Master," Dad shook himself and reached for my balls, using both hands to untie the rope and slide it off of me.
"You don't want to check fucktoy's balls? Make sure they're ok? I don't want my goods being damaged," Master said, crossing his hands behind his head, thoroughly enjoying my humiliation.
I felt Dad's warm hands pull my balls gently and then lift my cock up. He released them and then knelt beside me, waiting for Master's orders. He quickly pushed up on my chest so that I was also in the correct position. Dad nodded at me gravely and then smiled reassuringly to say that everything was normal.
"Mmm, two hot slaves in the prime of their lives kneeling before their Master," Master said. He sat up and looked us over appraisingly. He reached for dad's cock and pulled it playfully. He circled a finger around the base of dad's smooth shaft and nuts. Master put his hands around the package as if turning a door handle, and that's what he did. He yanked them harshly and gave them a good turn. Dad inhaled sharply.
"Thank you Master," he said humbly and lowered his head.
"I have fucktoy junior," Master grabbed my package like he'd done dad's and repeated the yank. "And now fucktoy senior," Master again yanked on dad's cock and balls. "Once we breed fucktoy, maybe we'll make a third."
"Until then, I have a house that needs to be put in order and I'm going to want dinner in an hour. Your Master says you make the best Italian food, we'll see. Get to it!" Master snapped and I watched dad scramble off the bed and pull me by the arm. We went out to the kitchen and dad told me a short list of things I needed to do as he dug through the fridge to begin preparing Master's dinner.
When I'd finished the chores, dad handed me a big spoon and told me to stir while he went to inspect. He said he never trusts lower slaves when it's his ass on the line. I did as told and soon dad returned nodding his head happily. We finished Master's dinner and then dad took out the plate and a cold bear on a tray with silverware and napkins to the living room where Master watched a football game.
Dad returned and poured us both a bowl of slave chow and then joined me on the floor as we ate in silence. Dad made quick work of the same meal he'd had for the last ten years and then took his bowl to the sink. He ran out to check on Master and then rushed past me to grab another beer from the fridge before heading back out to the living room. Dad was really on his game as I had my face in a bowl of slave chow.
A few minutes later he brought back the tray and dishes from the living room. He loaded the dishes into the washer and then grabbed my bowl from under me.
"I'm counting to ten and this bowl better be empty." Dad said. He held the bowl in his hand and I got up on my knees and ate as much as I could as he counted down. I'd gotten it all by the time he hit one. He shook his head disapprovingly and went to load my bowl. I stayed there on the floor until dad came out and gave me an exasperated look.
"You are on your Master's time for the next seven years. He should always know where you are and what you're doing for his service. You're not to sit around and stare at the wall," Dad growled in a hushed tone. "You must have had a shitty Alpha before. I can see why he brought me here." Dad yanked me up to my feet and pulled me out to the living room and pushed me to my knees at Master's side, facing away from the football game. Dad knelt on the other side of Master's chair.
We were there for over an hour, listening to the announcers and touchdowns and cheering fans. I rolled my head around on my shoulders and squirmed uncomfortably.
By the middle of the fourth quarter, it was evident that Northeast Tech wasn't anywhere near achieving a win. Master snapped off the TV and cursed. He stood up and set his fifth beer (dad had been running back and forth every time Master shook the nearly empty bottle) down on the coffee table.
He snapped his fingers and walked out towards his bedroom. Dad began to crawl after him quickly and I followed after getting a scowl.
Master slid his jeans off and threw them over dad's head as dad got into a kneel. I quickly crawled next to him and knelt beside him on the floor. Master tossed his shirt next to dad and then laid back on the bed. Dad collected Master's laundry and went to put them in the hamper. Master stretched out on the bed in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. He wiggled a finger at me and turned on the rest of the football game. Master hooked a finger into the loop on my collar and yanked me up onto the bed.
"Come here, fucktoy," he said with a slurred tongue. Master had me kneel next to him, facing the television. He pushed hard on the back of my neck and I fell forward into doggie position. Master's hand rubbed up my thigh. He squeezed my bruised ass and then gave my plug a wiggle.
Dad was kneeling on the floor next to Master's side. Master yanked the plug from my ass, sending a pain through me. He rubbed the dirty tip of the plug down dad's nose and then wiped it across dad's upper lip.
"Thank you Master," dad kissed the plug, completely unbothered. Master handed it to him. Dad set it, clean side down, on the bedside table. Master took a bottle of lube and covered two of his fingers with it and rubbed slow circles around the ring of my hole.
OH shit, he was going to finger me. Past experience showed my instant erection once Master hits the spot. I looked over nervously at dad but he nodded his head and smiled at me.
"Fuck I'm horny," Master said, a drunken smile crossing his lips. "Which slut to fuck though? Any thoughts, fucktoy senior?" Master looked over at dad.
"Whichever Master desires, but perhaps I could demonstrate my skills for a few sessions so that... he could learn how to make it most pleasurable for Master?" dad offered, hopefully saving my hole for yet another night. I sighed quietly, relieved and grateful.
Master consented and dad went into action. He climbed up to the bed and crossed his arms behind his back as he straddled Master's legs. Dad bent forward and kissed at Master's belly button and then worked his way down in worshipful kisses. Master pulled me up into kneeling position so I could watch and then his fingers disappeared into me.
Dad worked his way to the band of Master's boxer briefs and then took the band between his teeth. Master arched up as dad slid down his boxer briefs. Dad slid them down as he crawled, down the legs and then off Master's feet. Dad threw his head to the side and flung the boxer briefs across the room. Dad lowered his head to Master's wiggling toes and sucked on them one by one.
"Mmm damn, oh yeah," Master growled as dad went to work on Master's feet; kissing, licking and biting them playfully. Master was shoving two fingers deep inside me, rubbing around in search of my spot. It didn't take long for him to locate it and he laughed when he saw my cock spring up hard against my tummy. It started to drip and throb as Master rubbed harshly across my spot.
Master leaned up and began to bite on my ass cheeks, one by one. He kissed the bruised spots and finger-fucked me hard.
"AHHHH," I cried out as he found the right spot and hit it over and over. I arched my back and my proud cock stood straight up. I tried not to look at dad but when I did his face was buried between Master's feet. I felt humiliation settle over me at what a hole slut I'd turned into. One man and two fingers sent me close to the edge.
"Please Master, I feel close to cumming," I whined.
"In that case," Master pushed me forward and grabbed the back of my neck with his free hand. He pushed my head onto his cock and I felt it slip between my lips and once again push into my throat. I was gagging on it again like I'd done the night before, but he didn't let me up.
Master was forcing three fingers inside me now and rubbing furiously against my spot. I couldn't see what dad was doing, but my cock was calming down by this unwelcome intrusion in my mouth. Master had me filled at both ends and was pulling me up and then forcing me back down on his cock.
I soon found dad's face kissing up Master's thighs, his hair rubbing against me.
"Take it son," he whispered, "Relax and use your tongue on it, swallow around it, use your throat. It's not going to kill you," he whispered encouragement as Master forced me deeper onto his growing tool.
"Yeah fucktoy, you must like that, look how hard that tiny cock is." Master laughed. I felt dad kiss and nibble on the side of my ear, whispering encouragement to me. I wasn't fighting Master's cock anymore. I was starting to accept it and dad's words helped me take more of it.
Master felt the fight leave me and decided he'd rather fuck an ass than a mouth. He pushed my head off his cock and I got back up onto my knees, three fingers wiggling around in my hole. My cock was hard again as I focused on the pleasure Master was giving me. I looked down at his gleaming wet cock and then it disappeared into dad's mouth.
Dad didn't bob his head on Master's cock. I'm not sure what he did, but he held still and Master's body started twisting. He put a hand on the back of dad's head and began to cry out in pleasure, "Ahhhh OHHHH FUCK" Master's body bent forward and his neck tensed up. His mouth hung open.
"OH fucking work that throat, fuck you're good," Master called out. His fingers slipped out of me and both hands went to the back of dad's head. "OHHHHHH MYYYY FUCKKK!" I watched Master's eyes flutter in ecstasy. For a second, I envied dad's ability. What was he doing down there? Dad stared up at Master, gauging his pleasure.
And then he stopped, Master relaxed and laid back against the bed and shoved dad's head off his rock hard cock. It was red, wet and throbbing. Dad sat back on his knees and smiled as master regained his breath.
"Are you ready to fuck me Master?" dad offered happily.
"Uhh, yeah, woah. Where the fuck did you learn that?" Master asked, collecting himself.
"I am an alpha slave, Master, It is mine to do what pleases my owner." Dad said and bowed his head. I looked down and saw dad's cock standing at full attention. It was much bigger than mine, but maybe mine would get there too. At least I had something to look forward to.
Master nodded and then reached for the lube and handed it to dad. I watched dad lube up Master's shaft and then wiggle his plug out. Dad set his plug on the bedside table and then rubbed lube into his hole. He straddled Master's cock and then put it to his hole.
Dad sat down, taking all of Master inside him. Master frowned, he liked a little fight, but then his body again tensed up. Dad bounced on him expertly, arching his back and wiggling as he went down, taking all of Master's oversized tool inside him. Dad rode him like a rodeo cowboy, moaning with pleasure as he slid down Master's pole.
Master grunted and moaned, his body again twisting contortedly, enjoying the ride dad was giving him.
"Ohhh fucckkk," Master bucked his hips, pushing up to meet dad's decline. They popped in the middle and the dad slid up as Master withdrew. I stayed quiet on my knees, my eyes bulging at the sight. My mind told me to be disgusted at watching my father bounce on another man's cock, but there was an overriding urge to learn. He was doing his best to give Master the best fuck of his life. This was how he got to be the top alpha no matter who his Master was.
A weird feeling of pride settled into me. This was built into me; I could work and learn dad's tricks. Dad was a chiseled hard-bodied slave who dripped masculinity. He didn't look any less masculine taking his Master's pleasure.
Dad was dripping with sweat, as was Master. The two men grunted and moaned as their bodies worked together for Master's pleasure. The sound of Master's balls smacking harshly against dad's ass sent a little twinge through me. I looked down and found my cock was still rock hard at the sight.
Master, growing accustomed to the incredible fuck he was having, began to work his fingers back inside me. He pushed me towards him with his wrist as he finger fucked me deep and hard. I kneed my way close to his body, my cock swinging wildly over his chest. Dad looked down at me with a proud smile. He nodded and gave me a wink to reassure me that I was meeting Master's expectation.
The fingers inside me worked their magic and my cock was dripping and throbbing at Master's touch. With his other hand, Master reached over and began to stroke my cock. It had been weeks since I'd been allowed to cum (before I'd been engaged for Master's service). My cock reacted to his touch and my body tensed and jerked with the sensations flowing through me.
"Ahhhh!!," I cried out at the intense pleasure feeling its way up my tummy and chest. My head felt dizzy as I tried to hold off.
"Please sir, I am so close Master. May I cum sir?" I begged and whined as Master continued stroking my cock, finger fucking me furiously.
Master grunted assent and nodded his head, his own orgasm quickly building.
Master was clawing at the spot inside me; with each stroke he pushed cum through my shaft. I felt it reach the tip and then my body began to shake and my back arched. I felt my father's hand on my back supporting me as he kept up to Master's rhythm.
"UHHHHHH!!! THANNNKKK YOU MASTER," I yelled as I sprayed cum over Master's tummy and onto the covers. I emptied a full supply of juice as Master sped up his anal assault. He had three fingers in me rubbing my spot and probing deep inside me.
"AHHHH!!" I continued whining like a dog in heat as Master probed deep inside me and pushed his cock into dad's hole.
"OH FUCK," Master's body tensed up and he pushed dad down all the way onto his cock and held him there as he filled my father with juice.
"OHHHHHHH UHHHHH," Master grunted and growled as dad started to bounce on his cock again, his muscles draining Master's shaft.
Dad kept bouncing until Master settled down and told him to hold still.
"Thank you Master," dad said after he'd been filled to capacity. I felt my body grow weak as Master's fingers settled inside me and then slipped out. I would have fallen over but dad had his hand on my back supporting me in an appropriate kneel.
I felt Master's hand rub up my back and then pull down on my shoulder, he settled me into his side and kissed the top of my head. Master reached up and grabbed dad by the nipple and pulled him forward until dad was laying against Master's chest, his hole still filled with Master's cock.
I watched Master kiss the top of dad's head. He was fully pleased with his slaves. I felt a sting of pride in me that overpowered any straight boy disgust for this scene. We'd pleased Master, dad and me working together. My heart jumped as Master slipped his arm around me.
"Fuck, that's what I'm talking about," Master said with a laugh. "Next time you switch places though."
My eyes snapped open. Would he really have me bounce on his cock like dad had? The weird thing is, I wasn't nervous about having a man's cock inside me. I was nervous about not being as good as dad. I realized I was more worried with disappointing my Master.
So much worry in my head, but dad put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it back toward's Master's embrace. He looked over at me with stern eyes and mouthed, "Enjoy this baby."
After Master allowed us to clean him in the shower and then clean ourselves, he had us wait kneeling on the bathroom tile as he got ready for bed. Finally he came over to us, in a pair of flannel boxers. Master yanked at our leashes and we followed him back through the living room and the kitchen and into the slave's quarters. Master flung us towards the mattress and dad and I got onto our knees on it before Master turned and closed the door, locking it behind him.
Dad settled into the mattress and then pulled me into his chest.
"You did a good job," he started, but then spent almost an hour going through the things I did wrong and how I needed to do better. He told me how I need to do things better and anticipate what Master may need. "It's your job to know what he will want and have it ready when he wants it. Don't just sit around on your knees being lazy."
Finally he let me drift off to sleep, my head against the clover tattoo on his chest. Dad was an even bigger furnace than Gabe. I didn't feel cold or alone.
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