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Chapter 22. Fucked, loved and cuddled to sleep.
He tells me how to get ready for him to fuck me. "Crawl into the bathroom and do what you have to do. Then give yourself at least 2 enemas, until you are flowing clear and are clean inside. Then clean your hole on the outside. There is a black butt plug on the sink. Lube it up real good and fuck yourself with it, all the way in, so you're good and slick for me. Then crawl into the bedroom and lie on the bed on your tummy. Take your poppers in your hand, but use clips to clip your wrists to the end of the chain hanging from your neck and wait until you hear me turn off the TV . Then get into position: Kneeling, Head down, your ass offered to me at the foot of the bed raised good and high."
I'm used to cleaning myself out because I usually did it before going out to a club or getting ready for a date. This is different, though. I know why I'm doing it and I know for whom I am doing it, and I am totally aware that Billy is going to enjoy using me and I get great pleasure from that fact. I am His. My "pussy" belongs to Him and only Him. He is the only One who will ever claim me in this way and I am eager to be a tool for His pleasure. It takes time to do all that He has commanded, and it is good time. It is somewhat humiliating to take such care, more than I usually did for others, but this is all for Billy. While I'm doing it, I remember the encounters between the two of us back in school and the way He used to look at me. Now I understand the meaning of the expression on His face so often. It was as if He knew what He was going to do to me, as if He knew what I was meant to be, as if He knew that He would always be so superior to me in all ways.
I am very tired and after finishing up and getting my poppers and clipping my wrists to my neck chain, I lay on the bed and fell asleep. Big mistake. Next thing I know, I'm awaken by a flash of fire across my naked ass as Master lays a brutal lash across it with the strap that I dread so much. I scream and quickly come to my senses and get into position, hoping it will only be one lash. That is true excruciating punishment and I have never felt the reality of being a true slave as much as I offer my wounded ass to Him the way He ordered me to. He remains silent. Nothing is heard other than my light whimpering and apologizing. I hear Him strip off His boxers and then, in one swift motion, He yanks the plug from my "pussy" (as He likes to call it) and tells me, "I'm gonna breed you doggy style, slave, because you are My fucking bitch!"
He penetrates me with only the tip of His cock and I take a hit of poppers and start waiting to be invaded, craving the feeling inside me when a man takes possession of me that way. "Oh no, bitch, don't expect me to do all the work after you dared fall asleep on me. Back up, faggot! Impale yourself on your Master's cock! Do it quick!" Between the lasting effect of the whipping and the high of the poppers and how much it turns me on when He calls me names I have lost all dignity and I do exactly what He commanded me to do. I back up as fast and as far as I can and feel His dick claim me. What I cannot manage to get myself He completes as He presses all the way into me and then holds Himself there. Once He's seated, He takes a hand and reaches beneath His cock and wraps my still sore scrotum in His hand and squeezes the Hell out of it. I yelp at the pain. "that's it, puppy. yelp like a fucking dog while your Master claims your body. Balls still hurt? What a shame! Maybe you'll learn what it means to belong to me. Maybe you'll learn that you have no. . thrust...rights...thrust...over...thrust...this...thrust...miserable...thrust,...body!" and He fucks me hard and fast, shaking me up and down on the bed and now, at last, I know what it is like to be truly rape-fucked by the Man who has taken total control of me, by this beautiful boy whom I've adored and worshipped since I was, what?, ten or twelve years old.
It continues and continues and He starts to slap my ass right over what must be a massive welt from the strap and I scream and start to cry and sob like the bitch boy I am, knowing that my tears and my cries give immense pleasure to His cock which is buried in me and which is pistonning in and out of me without mercy and with no thought given to my own comfort or dignity. I realize what I am: pure and simply a hole to be used for His pleasure whenever and however He wants.
He pulls out all the way and I wonder if He has finished. He screams at me: `FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT! I fucking own you, boy and don't you forget it. And He slams into me again and now sets up a rhythm: all the way out and then plunge back in and I feel raped over and over and over again, and a damn me, I am actually grateful to Him for what He is doing to me, for how He is revealing my true identity to me, and I wonder how I ever had managed to live without Him ruling me. My life was nothing before He took me over. No matter how much torture this act of conquest is for me, it is what I have craved but feared to attempt with anyone else. No, that is not true! There has never been anyone else who could have done this to me and have me surrender to it as if it was the one thing I craved more than anything else.
With heavy gasps, He breeds me and shoots himself deep within me and collapses on top of me and pushes me down onto the bed. Slowly He becomes tender and kisses and licks me on the back of My neck, giving gently bites and then taking the chain around my neck into His teeth and pulling back on it so I am finding it hard to breathe again. I realize with a bit of horror that He likes it when He can control how I much I am allowed to breathe. He plays that game with me for a while, and remember that I am still sobbing, which makes it even more difficult. As His cock softens, He softens too and starts to coo at me and call me His beautiful baby and His beloved possession and His adorable puppy and all sorts of sweet names and I soak these up as much as I soaked up the curses He was laying on me before. I love all of it and, when I can catch a breath I tell Him that I love Him. "I know it, alex. How could you possibly love anyone other than me? Has there ever been anyone you wanted to give yourself to?"
"No, Master, there hasn't ever."
"of course not. You were waiting for your true Master to claim you." He reaches to the side and picks up the plug and then rams it into me again and I let out a shout and He laughs at me!!!!! Actually laughs. "Oh baby," He whispers to me, "keep that in you until it wakes you up with discomfort, and when it does, you wake me up---don't be afraid to----and I will take it out and take care of you, no matter what time it might be in the middle of the night. I'll take care of you, sweetheart, after you have given me what you would never give to any other man or any other Master."
He rolls off of me. "Spoon, baby," He tells me, and I am now on my side with Him pressing against me and I feel the sweet pain in my hole and the painful pain where He gave me that punishment lash with the strap. My wrists are still locked to My chain and apparently they are going to stay that way. That is fine. I slip into sweet surrender and He is being so tender with me as He caresses me with His large hands.
"This is your time of training, alex. I want you to understand that things will not always be this intense once I have broken you the way I want to. We will have regular sex but I don't believe in heavy protocols and you will have a great deal of freedom as long as you are completely obedient to me in everything, and things will be a lot more relaxed. But while we are up here, we play hard and we play for real and we play seriously. Our time up here is meant to transform you and life will get a bit easier. No one could stand this much intensity for long. But you will, for me, for as long as I think it is necessary. And do you know what I am really hoping for?"
"What, Master?"
"I am hoping we can reconnect with former classmates and they can see for themselves that I have claimed you for myself. I particularly would like to be able to have them see how I humiliate you, and what you have become. I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of them have developed similar interests as time has gone by. And I know you will make me proud of you, boy, because you want to please me so much and because you will be proud to be my own personal property—not a free man, but property. That will please me very much, and I know it will please you as well because you are such a perverted faggot, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am, for You alone, Master, not for anyone else. May I ask a question, Billy?"
"Sure. What would you like to ask?"
"Am I to become a total slave for Your friends as well? Will You take pleasure in having me serve them as their slave as well?"
"No, not at all, baby. They have their own subs and Robert has slaves, as I told you. They are only participating in this to help me out. Certainly, they will get their own pleasure from using you to the extent that I allow, but this is only for this special time of training. Once this is all over, you will be exclusively Mine. Even My father will not make any claim to you. Just me. Just me and you. But, of course, if for some reason you deserve to be punished, I may give you to one Dom or one Master or another for a brief period of time, but never more than just a few hours. I am too possessive and jealous for anything more than that. You are MY property, no one else's. And I don't share My property too much, any more than I would let someone else use My car and take a long trip with it. Consider the way I just took you, alex. Could you have any doubt that I alone could do that to you?"
"No, Master, but thank You for letting me ask. I get fearful and doubtful at times."
"Alex, you have tasted My strap and felt My cock deep within you. Let that be your proof that you are Mine and Mine alone."
"Yes, Master, thank You for owning me and giving my miserable life meaning."
"You are welcome, pup. Now it is time for sleep. Sleep in My arms baby, and wake me up when you have a problem with the plug. Promise?"
"Yes, Master, Your slave promises."
"good boy. Now sleep."
And as my eyes close and I sink back into His body, I become an infant in His arms and under His protection, and I find a happiness that I have always looked for but were never able to find.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Next: alex needs his Daddy