This story is an entire work of fiction, it is strictly from the imagination of the author. The things written about in this work have never happened.
I Was Turned Into A Slave
Part One -- Broken
Chapter One
I read the headline of his online personal ad, "45, Experienced Master Seeks New Slave to Train." I was alone in my bedroom, my Mom was sleeping downstairs. I clicked on his ad, and read, "I live in Panama City Beach and am looking for a new bitch boy to submit to me. I am very experienced, and know what I am doing. I know you want to be owned fag, contact me: MasterJack@searchmail.con." As I read the ad, I felt my small penis getting stiff. I was sitting on my computer chair, wearing only my tight, white briefs.
I was 19, and had never been with a man at all before. But, lately I had been thinking about it a lot. I decided to send him an e-mail, "Hello...I am 19 and live in Panama City...your ad sounds interesting to me, Tim." I was so nervous as I clicked the "Send" button.
I sat alone in my upstairs bedroom, my heart beating quickly. As I went to close my e-mail, it popped up, "New Mail." It was a message from him. I read it, "fag, you are now my slave. Call me immediately, 876-9870." I read his message a few times.
My Mom was sleeping downstairs, and I couldn't use the phone. I sat and read his message again. He sent me another message, "Bitch, this is your chance to get what you've always wanted. Now call me, Master Jack." My heart was thumping inside my chest. My penis was fully erect and struggling in my underwear.
This is what I had always wanted. I had just never acted on it before. For some reason, that night, I decided to make the call. I went into my bathroom and shut the door, to muffle the sound from my Mom. I dialed his number on my cell phone.
He answered, "Hello?"
I sat in silence.
"Speak bitch," he rumbled in a deep, loud voice.
"Hello," I answered.
"So, you want to be a slave?"
I thought, "Yes."
"Then come to my house right now, fag. I live at 546 Laird Ave. Right it down, 546 Laird," he spoke with such command in his voice.
I stuttered, "I...my mom..."
"Come now bitch," and he hung up. The dial tone sounded in my ear. I sat alone, in my bathroom. I looked at my self in the mirror. I looked young for my age. I was skinny and had a baby face. No girls had ever taken an interest in me, and now this man was telling me he wanted me. My phone began to ring. It was his number. I answered it.
"I'm waiting, bitch. Leave your life, and come to me now."
I was so scared, "I don't know."
He answered matter of factly, "Well, I do know. Get your faggot ass over here now."
I don't know what came over me, but I answered him, "Yes, Sir."
He said, "Good boy," and hung up again.
I quickly left my bathroom, and pulled on some jeans. I put a t-shirt on, and my shoes and socks. I was so nervous. I crept down the stairs, and snuck out the door.
I went to my car, and drove. He lived about ten minutes away from me, and all the way to his house I was thinking of reasons to turn around, but for some reason kept going to him.
I reached his street, and looked for his house number. I soon found his mailbox "546." It was in front of a gate leading down a long driveway. I turned into the driveway and stopped at the gate.
As I pulled up, the gate opened for me. As I drove in, I noticed the gate was part of a tall fence bordering his property. I drove down the long driveway into the woods, as the gate closed behind me. The driveway seemed like it would never end, heading deeper into the woods.
Finally, I reached his large home. I parked in front of it. All his blinds were shut, and his house looked very dark. There was one light above a door.
I got out of my car, and approached the door. My heart beat faster. I stopped at the door, knowing that this would change my life forever. I knocked.
Chapter Two
I stood at the door, waiting. It slowly swung open. He stood in the doorway. He was a tall and large man. His hair and beard were dark. He looked powerful. He smiled at me, "Welcome fag, I've been waiting."
The way he addressed me frightened me, but I let him close the door behind me. He spoke again, "Follow me."
He led me down a hallway into a living room. He had deer heads on the wall, and a fire in the fireplace. Leather furniture decorated the room. He sat down in a large chair and looked up at me. His voice was deep, "Strip bitch."
I was shocked. I don't know why? I let myself get into this position. What was I going to do now? He spoke again, "Don't make me repeat myself."
I froze. I suddenly became so terrified before him. He quickly stood up and grabbed my skinny arm, him hand was so large. He dragged me down the hallway. When we got to the back door he yelled at me again, "When you learn to obey better than an animal, I'll let you live better than one."
He took me outside. His backyard was large, and surrounded by trees. It was dark. He dragged me to a small, metal cage behind his house. It was only 5 feet deep, by 3 feet wide, and four feet high. He opened the gate, forced me to my hands and knees, and pushed me in. He locked the cage door behind me. I was trapped. He turned away, and left me alone. The cage was tight, there was only room for me, a small dish filled with dirty water, and a small bowl filled with dog food.
My fear became more real. No one knew where I was. I screamed, "Help me!" I yelled for help. His woods were silent.
Luckily it was the summer, so it wasn't cold. After minutes of screaming, I stopped. I was trapped. I was his.
Chapter Three
The night became morning, and I was still locked in the cage. I kept waiting for him to come and get me. But, he never came. The day turned into night again and back into morning. I had begun to drink from the water dish. And I had to go to the bathroom. I did what I had to do, and slipped down my jeans, pulled out my penis, and pissed on the ground under my cage. Luckily the cage was built a few feet above the ground. During the second night, I got hungry and began to eat the dog food. It really wasn't that bad. I eventually fell asleep, and woke up with the sun. The third day was long. I had run out of water and food, and was begging for my Master to come back. He didn't come. I fell asleep as it got darker.
I felt my leg being pulled, hard. As I woke up, I was pulled out of the back of the cage. He stood above me, "You ready to obey me now bitch," he paused, "or do I have to put you back in the cage.
I whimpered, "I'm ready."
He slapped me across the face with all his might, "I am your Master, address me as such."
"Yes Master." I followed him back in his house. My legs and arms were sore from being locked up. I was hungry and thirsty. My eyes adjusted to the light in his home. He sat back down in his chair.
"Now strip fag." He stared up at me. I hesitated for a moment, and he began to sit up. I quickly pulled off my shirt, revealing my small, thin chest. He leaned back in his chair, "Continue." I slowly took of my shoes and socks. I was nervous, but in a daze from being locked up for three days. I undid my jeans and slid them off. I stood in only my little white briefs. He cleared his throat. I pulled the undies down and off, leaving them lying on his floor. I stood naked before him, he saw my skinny frame and my little cock and balls were exposed to him. He slightly smiled, "You are now my Property. You belong to me. Understand, fag?"
I answered, "Yes Master."
His eyes stared into mine, "Now kneel."
I got on my knees.
"Crawl to me," he demanded.
I crawled to him. He looked down upon me, naked on all fours before him. He spoke, "Take my cock out." I hesitated again, and he spit in my face. His spit covered the side of my face. "Now bitch," he sounded angrier. I undid his jeans, and reached in. I pulled out a huge, thick, hairy cock. It was at least seven inches, and soft. I noticed its dark color as I held it in my little hand. He spoke again, "Now lick it fag." I looked up at him. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up and across his lap, my bare bottom sticking up. He swatted my young ass with his large hand. "You will learn to obey, boy," he grunted. He slapped my butt again...and again...and again. I began to whimper and cry.
I begged for him to stop, "Please Master, Please." He continued spanking me. His other arm held me down on his lap. I felt his large cock getting hard against my naked stomach. After twenty hard slaps, he stopped. He stood up, grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. He took me back outside, forced me to my hand and knees, and pushed my bare, red butt into the cage. He locked it behind me. He stood outside the cage. I could barely turn my neck to see him. His large penis was still hanging out of his pants.
"In time you will learn that you are my Property," he said as he began to urinate over me. He sprayed the back of my head, my back, and my bottom. His urine flowed over me. When he finished he said, "I own you."
Chapter Four
I was trapped in the cage, covered in his piss. He had refilled the water and food dishes. When the sun came out, I began to smell. Naked, on all fours, covered in his urine, locked in a cage. I knew yelling wouldn't work this time, so I waited. Eventually I had to go number two, instead of just number one. I was so ashamed. I leaned back on all fours, and began to go to the bathroom in the corner of my cage. My waste fell to the bottom of the cage. I began to understand that I was no better than an animal. When I was finished I curled up and went to bed. The next day came and passed, and another went. I had run out of food and water again. My cage smelled even worse. I was covered in flies. On that night he came back to me. He stood above me, "Look at you, a filthy animal." He kicked the side of the cage, "Are you ready to obey?"
I was delirious, tired, and broken. I answered, "Yes Master."
He turned a high pressure hose on me, cleaning me and my cage. Getting myself clean felt good. He sprayed me down until I was all wet, and clean. He stood in front of the cage, his crotch in front of my face. He opened a small door on that side of the cage and placed his cock and balls into my cage. They were inches from my face.
"I will be the judge if you get out or not. Get my cock and balls nice and wet, boy," he said.
Right in front of my face hung his large, thick cock and his huge hairy balls. I was broken. I began to lick his cock and balls like a wild animal. My tongue ran all over his thick shaft, down to his balls.
He moaned, "Good bitch, get it nice and wet." My spit began to cover his cock and balls, as his cock began to grow stiff. It grew to over ten thick inches as I licked all over it.
He spoke again when his privates were dripping wet from my drool, "Now suck my cock, boy. Prove to me you are my slave." I began to suck the huge head of his hard cock.
I had never sucked a cock before, but had seen it done in porno movies. I began to suck it like I had seen there. I moved my young lips up and down his wet shaft, my tongue rubbing the underbelly of his massive, throbbing cock.
He grunted, "Yes, bitch. Keep going." I was working my mouth faster and faster up and down his wet cock. My lips pressed tighter against it.
After a few minutes of working on it, I felt his warm cum squirting in my mouth. He moaned again, "Good bitch. Swallow it all, don't lose a drop." I swallowed his cum, and licked his cock clean.
He pulled his cock and balls back out of the door in my cage. He walked behind me and opened my cage. I crawled out backwards. He slapped my bare ass softly, "Good fag. Now follow me."
He began to walk away, and I began to stand. "No boy, stay on your hands and knees," he ordered. I obeyed, crawling behind him.
Chapter Five
I followed him back into his home, crawling, naked on my hands and knees. He led me to his bathroom. With an electric razor, he shaved the little hair I had on my arms and legs. He shaved my armpits. He then applied shaving cream to my cock and balls, and shaved them bald. When all my body hair was gone, he smiled, "Now you are becoming a good bitch." With his electric razor he cut off the hair on my head, giving me a short crew cut.
He led me back into his living room. He stood above me, as I stayed on all fours. He took a leather leash off of his end table and asked me a question, "Are you prepared to be my slave?"
I answered, "Yes Master."
"Good bitch." He strapped the leash around my neck, "Now you are my property. And I own you."
"Yes Master."
He leaned down and slapped my bare ass, "bitch, I didn't ask you a question. Close your suckhole. Only speak when you are spoken too." I trembled on my hands and knees; naked, shaved, collared, knowing there was no turning back now.
"Part 2 -- Training" coming soon...
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