Turned into a Slave

Again, this is an entire work of fiction.

I Was Turned Into A Slave

Part Two -- Trained

Chapter Six

My Master stood over me, as I stayed on my hands and knees. He spoke, "Stay here, slave. I will return shortly." With that, he left the room. I was alone.

My mind was racing. What had I gotten myself into? Is this what I really wanted? After waiting a half hour, and running these thoughts through my head, I decided to run. I stood up and found my way out the front door. I was naked and wearing his collar as I ran up his driveway.

I reached the front gate, but could not open it. I began to follow along his fence. It was brick and ten feet tall, there was no way over it. I kept running, looking for a place to get over the fence. But after hours of searching around his large property, I could not find a way out. I was really trapped with him. I decided to walk back to him, and beg for forgiveness.

On my way through the dark woods behind his house, I came upon a small wooden shed. The door was open, and I went inside to hide from him. I closed the door behind me. It was dark and I crawled to a back corner and waited. I was so scared. After a few hours, I fell asleep.

Bright lights woke me up, my eyes tried to adjust. My Master stood in the doorway of the shed. I sat naked in the back corner, holding my legs to my chest. As I looked around, I saw chains and leather instruments hanging from the wall, a large wooden cabinet with many drawers, a small fireplace, and realized there were no windows in the dank shed. Fluorescent lights brightly lit the room.

My Master spoke, "bitch, you now understand that you can not run from me. You are my property." He walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up to my feet. He slapped me hard across the face, "Do you understand, slave?"

I knew he was right, "Yes Master."

He slapped me again across the face, "Answer quicker, bitch." He left me standing in the center of the room, and walked to the door. He locked the door, and picked up a small plastic bag that he had in the corner of the room. He brought it to me. "Take a look inside, fag."

I opened the bag, inside was my clothes that I had worn to his house, my wallet, cell phone and car keys. He commanded me, "Start a fire in the fireplace, boy." I held the bag in my hand, and hesitated. He slapped me again across the face, "Now bitch."

"Yes Master," I walked to the fireplace, and taking a match from above it, started the fire. It started to burn.

"Now that you are my property, you don't need any of your old belongings. Understand bitch?"

"Yes Master."

"Take your clothes out of the bag." I obeyed him, taking out my jeans, undershirt, undies, shoes, and socks. "Throw them in the fire, boy." I knew I had no choice, I threw them into the fire, and they began to burn.

My Master smiled, "Good boy. Now give me your car keys, and the money out of your wallet. They now belong to me." I obeyed handing him my car keys and the small amount of money I had in my wallet. "Good bitch. Now throw your wallet into the fire."

I hesitated for another moment, he slapped me hard against my face. My cheek must have been beat read. "But, my license and social security cars, and everything is in here," I stammered.

He slapped me again, "You don't learn do you, boy? I instructed you not to speak, unless spoken too. I will have to correct your problem."

He walked over to the large wooden cabinet and opened a drawer. He turned back to me, I couldn't see what was in his hand, "Turn around, fag." I obeyed turning away from him, I could feel him walking up behind me. He reached around my head and placed a ball gag into my mouth, and tightly fastened the leather straps behind my head. "Good boy. Now you will not be able to speak out of turn. Face the fire, and continue."

I turned to the fire, and with no choice, threw my wallet into the fire, all of my identification was gone. He slapped me across the face again, "Now the cell phone, boy." I obeyed throwing it into the fire. Drool began to run out of my open mouth. He laughed at me, "Now you have nothing, fag. You are completely my property. Nod if you agree." I nodded.

He spoke with great sternness in his voice, "Stand perfectly still, bitch." I obeyed, as he walked back to the wooden cabinet.

He walked back to me and attached leather bands to both my arms and legs. He pushed me backwards towards the wall, and with my bare ass against it, attached the arm bands high above my head to metal chains. He did the same to my feet. I was standing, naked, in an X position, fastened to the wall, facing him.

He stood in front of me, in compete dominance. He grinned, "Now I must mark my property. Do you agree, boy?" I didn't know what he meant, but I knew I had no choice but to nod in agreement, so I did.

He walked back to the wooden cabinet, and walked back to me with a tattooing needle. He plugged it into the wall next to me. The needle began to hum. I struggled in the chains, my young, smooth, naked body trying to escape. He slapped me again, "Stay still, fag." His large forearm pushed against my neck, I couldn't move.

He began to tattoo my chest. I had never had a tattoo before, and the pain was intense. He wrote in thick, black letters across my chest, "S-L-A-V-E." When he was done he stepped back, and smiled at his work. "You understand now, boy?" I nodded again. My chest was burning from the needle.

He then unhooked my hands and forced me to my knees. He attached my hands to chains that were lower down on the wall. I was on my knees, still in the outstretched X position. He took out his large cock, which was very swollen, and began to piss on my face. He laughed as he did it, "You are now marked as my property, slave. If you are good I will give you more markings." His warm urine sprayed against my face and ball gag. I was choking on it, as it ran down my naked chest.

When his bladder was fully drained, he undid my ball gag, and forced his cock down my throat. With my hand and legs chained, I couldn't move. He fucked my mouth hard and deep, with no mercy for me. I gagged, and threw up as he pumped my face. He didn't stop, "This is the only way your will learn, bitch." After a half hour of hard face fucking, he pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum onto my face, covering it.

He put the ball gag back on me, and left me alone in the shack. He turned off the lights, and shut the door behind him, I heard it lock from the outside.

I sat on my knees, chained to the wall, covered in his piss, cum, and my vomit. The new tattoo was burning on my chest. My little cock was sticking straight out, as hard as a rock. I was his.

Chapter Seven

I feel asleep hanging in the chains, and was awoken by the bright lights again. I didn't know how much time had passed. My Master was again standing at the door. My chin and chest was covered in my drool. His cum had hardened on my face. The vomit and piss lingered on my naked body. I was humiliated.

My Master walked to the corner of the room, and picked up a hose. He turned it on, and sprayed me down. The water was freezing cold, but felt good cleaning me off. The dirt floor turned to mud.

When I was all clean, my Master took the ball gag off of me. He let me suck on the hose. I was so thirsty, I drank for minutes.

After I was done, he threw a bowl full of dog food on the ground, and unhooked my arms. He pushed my head down, "Eat bitch." I quickly devoured the hard dog food. I cleaned the bowl.

My Master attached a leash to my collar, put the ball gag back on me, and unhooked my legs. The leather straps stayed on my wrists and ankles. He yanked on my leash, "Crawl boy." I obeyed crawling behind him.

He led me out side of the shack, into the woods. He spoke again, "Do your business, bitch." I had urinated on myself once during the night, and I was too nervous to go with him standing over me. He raised his voice, "Go boy." I knew I might not get another chance soon, so I squatted and began to pee. "Good fag," he said. I hadn't taken a shit for days, and began to force it out. My Master stood over me watching. Like a dog, I started to shit. He yanked on my leash, "Hurry up." I forced it out, leaving a pile of my feces on the ground.

When I stopped he pulled my leash behind him, "Come on, bitch." I crawled behind him, my ass covered in shit. We walked for minutes, finally arriving at the back of his house. I saw my cage. My Master took me to the hose, and sprayed my butthole clean.

"Now, I am going to let you back into my home. So you can begin to follow my rules. Are you ready for this slave?" He yanked my leash. I nodded my head.

He took me back in his living room, took the leash off my collar, and stood above me. I stayed on my hands and knees.

Chapter Eight

His voice got deep, "Now you will learn my rules. I expect them each to be obeyed, or you will be punished. Do you understand, boy?"

He took the ball gag off of me, so I could answer him, "Yes Master."

He bent down and grabbed my head, so I was looking up at him, "Rule number one, you will obey my every wish. Repeat it, bitch."

I repeated, "I will obey your every wish, Master."

He smiled, "Good boy. Now I will test you on this rule." I trembled, knowing that he could make me do anything at that moment. "Follow me, boy," he ordered. I crawled behind his down the hallway.

My fears were realized, when we arrived in his bathroom. "I helped you go to the bathroom, now you will help me, fag." He pulled his pants and boxers down, and sat on the toilet. I stayed on my hands and knees before him. I heard his powerful stream of piss hitting the water in the bowl. He looked down on me, "Now I am going to take a shit, boy. Suck my cock while I do."

I had agreed to obey him, "Yes Master." I began to reach into the toilet, between his legs.

He slapped my hand away, "Use your mouth, fag. Give into my training." I put my mouth between his legs, my lips searching for his cock. He began to shit, with my mouth in his crouch. The smell was terrible. As I began to suck on his cock, his first shit hit the water. My head bobbed up and down on his cock. It grew in my mouth, as he moaned, continuing to shit. He rubbed the top of my head, "Good boy."

After ten minutes of sucking he began to cum in my mouth. He ordered me again, "Don't lose a drop, boy." I obeyed, holding his cum in my mouth, swallowing it all. When I had fully cleaned his cock, he stood from the toilet. "Look at your Master's shit boy." I looked into the bowl at his large pile of shit, the smell was overwhelming.

He grabbed my head and forced it towards the bowl, dunking me face first into it. Holding my face in the water he grumbled, "You will learn your place, whore." I choked on the water, losing my breath.

He flipped me over, the back of my head in the bowl. My wet face was looking up at him. He sat his dirty ass on my face, "Wipe me, boy." I had no choice, and I feared what the punishment would be, so I began to lick his asshole clean. He moaned as I cleaned all the shit off his hole, "Get it all."

As I finished cleaning him, he let a long fart out on my face. He pulled his pants up, turned my shit covered face back over into the toilet, and flushed. The toilet water cleaned my face.

He pulled my face up and reattached the ball gag, "Now you have learned rule number one."

Chapter Nine

He led me back into his living room. I was disgusted by what I had just done, I couldn't believe what had happened to me. He spoke again, "Rule number two. You must earn your keep. I have let you stay here for a week, and gave you food and water. It is time you paid me back." I was confused, wondering what I had been doing up to this point. He took me to the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, and showed me multiple cleaning supplies. He opened another door to show me a mop and vacuum cleaner. "Tell me, boy."

With the ball gag in, I slurred, "I must earn my keep, Master."

"I am going to town, boy. When I come back, I want the kitchen, living room, and bathroom spotless. Do you understand?" I nodded. He left me alone.

I stood up, gathered the cleaning supplies, and began to clean his kitchen. I stood naked, scrubbing his sink, counters, and stove. The mopped the floor. I did the same in the bathroom. He had been gone for two hours, and I began to miss his control. I dusted the living room, and vacuumed the carpet. When I was done I put the cleaning supplies back, and got back on my hands and knees in the center of the living room.

Chapter Ten

I waited. After another hour, my cock began to throb harder. I hadn't masturbated in a week, and thought this was my chance. I reached between my legs, and began to stroke my little cock. My hand quickly became covered in precum. Just as I got close, My Master walked back into the room. I quickly stopped, my cock throbbing, so stiff. My Master did not look pleased, "I am disappointed, boy. But, I guess we hadn't come to rule number three yet. You may only cum at my command." My cock throbbed harder with this order. He yelled, "Repeat it."

I murmured with the ball gag in, "I will only cum at your command, Master."

He walked to a cabinet and took something out, "Let me see it, boy. Up." I stood up on my knees, my hairless, young cock sticking straight out. He grabbed it with his large hand, squeezing it. With his other hand he attached a leather strap around my cock and balls, and tightened it. My cock and balls were trapped. He let go of my cock, and slapped it to the side. I moaned. He slapped it again, harder. It swelled even larger. He laughed, "Don't like that, fag." I shook my head. He slapped my stiff cock again, "I don't care, bitch. This is my cock now. Stay still boy."

He left the room, and returned with a cordless phone. He took my ball gag off. My cock throbbed harder. He commanded, "I will let you cum, boy."

I begged him, "Thank you, Master. Please Master."

He handed me the phone, "First you will call your Mother and tell her what has become of you." I stared up at him. I wanted to question him, but knew I couldn't. I was so hot, I couldn't think straight. I began to dial the phone. I stopped, "I...can't...Master."

He grabbed my leash so quickly, with such force, dragging me outside.

Chapter Eleven

We reached his shed again. He forced me inside. I was crying, and begging for his forgiveness. He attached me back to the chains on the wall again, this time with my face against it. I was spread, naked standing in the X position.

I could not see him behind me, "You broke a rule boy. You must be punished." I heard him walk behind me. He smacked my bare ass with his large, callused hand, "You will learn, whore." I moaned, my cock still throbbing hard. He swatted my ass again, forcing my cock to rub against the wall. He stood behind me, unloading all his aggression onto me. With my cock rubbing against the wall, I began to cum. It felt better than anytime I had ever cum before.

My Master saw it dripping down the wall, "You have now broken two rules, boy. You just don't learn do you?"

My body was still shaking from the orgasm, "I'm sorry Master."

He strapped the ball gag back on me, "I don't want to hear it." He walked back in the room. I stood in fear. CRACK, he whipped my ass with a cat-o-nine tails. CRACK, CRACK, he whipped me again and again. He whipped my ass, back, and thighs. The pain was unbearable. I moaned and cried. He just whipped harder, "You will learn your place, bitch." CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, the whip kept hitting me.

I tried to beg, through my ball gag, "Please Master. I'm sorry." CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, he just continued. I fell limp, my hands hanging from the chains. He continued whipping me.

After at least twenty minutes of the whipping he stopped, "Are you ready to follow my rules, boy?"

I nodded, mumbling, "Yes Master. Yes Master."

I heard him dialing the phone behind me. He took my ball gag off, "Now tell your Mother what has become of you."

He placed the phone to my ear, I heard it ringing. My Master grasped his other hand around my neck. My Mother answered, "Hello."

"Hello, Mom," I tried to hide the tears in my voice.

"Timothy, is that you?" She sounded shocked, "Where have you been?"

My back, butt, and legs were burning from my Master's whip. I gathered all my courage, "I have become a gay slave, Mother."

She stuttered, "What?"

My Master squeezed my throat. I spoke, "I am now the property of a gay Master. Do not look for me."

With that my Master hung up the phone. I hung in shock. What had I done?

My Master walked away with the phone, "Good boy. You have pleased me." I heard a drawer open, and the tattoo needle turn on. I hung in the chains. I began to cry as my Master began to tattoo above my ass. This tattoo was much longer than the last one. The pain was intense. When he was done he turned my head to look into the mirror behind me. He barked, "Read it, slave."

There above my butt, on my lower back were the words, I read them aloud, "Property of Master Jack." Seeing it made my cock began to grow in its tight constraints.

He unhooked my hands from their chains, I fell to my knees. He pushed my face against the wall, "Clean up your mess, slave." I licked my semen off the wall, the tears drying on my face. When I was done he spoke again, "There is no turning back now, slave. You are completely mine. Do you understand?"

I swallowed my sperm, "Yes Master."

He attached my hands back to the chains, put my ball gag back on, and went to leave the shed, "You were a bad boy today, slave. If you are good tomorrow, I may let you sleep indoors." He turned out the lights and locked the door behind him. I hung from the chains, on my knees, and fell asleep.

Chapter Twelve

The bright lights again woke me. My arms hung from the metal chains, and I sat on my knees. I lifted my head to look at my Master. I was naked, wearing only my leather collar, the leather straps on my wrists and ankles, the strap around my cock and balls, and the ball gag. My Master spoke, "Good morning slave. Today you will finish your training."

He turned the hose on me, spraying me clean. Then he let me drink the water, and eat from my dog dish.

When the bowl was empty, he attached the leash to my collar, and released my hands and ankles. My arms and legs were numb. I forced myself to crawl behind him as he led me out the shed. The sunlight hurt my eyes. He took me in the woods, so I once again could do my business.

He took me to the back of his house and sprayed the hose on my bottom, to clean it. Then he led me into his house. I was led to the bathroom, were I once again sucked his cock while he took a shit. Then I cleaned his asshole with my mouth. He again washed my face off in his dirty toilet.

After he pulled his pants up, he spoke again, "Slave, you have been a good boy so far. Tell me the rules again."

He took my ball gag off, so I could speak. I thought back to the day before and spoke, "Rule number one, I must always obey you. Rule number two, I must earn my keep. And rule number three, I can only cum on your command, Master."

"Good slave, you aren't a total waste." My Master grinned, "Now you will learn rule number four, you must always keep yourself healthy and clean. Repeat it slave."

I obeyed, "I must always keep my self healthy and clean."

"Good fag." After putting my ball gag back on, he led me, by my leash, down the hallway. I crawled behind him. My Master led me to a new door in the long hallway. He opened the door.

Inside was a workout room, with machines of all types. My Master took off my leash, "You will now do your exercises boy."

Over the next hour he ordered me around. He made me do push-ups, sit-ups, and squats. He made me do bench presses. He made me walk on the stair master as he spanked my bare ass. He took great care in stretching my muscles to their limits. The whole time I was working out, he was drinking multiple bottles of water, as my thirst continued to grow. My Master especially worked out my legs and ass. After the hour was done, I was drenched in sweat. My Master spoke again, "This is how you will remain healthy slave, now you must be clean." He attached my leash and led me down the hallway. My arms and legs were burning from the exercise. I crawled to the bathroom.

He forced me in the bathtub. He pulled out his swollen cock and spoke, "You have been a good slave." He took my ball gag off. "I know you must be thirsty bitch. Don't lose a drop," with that, he began to urinate into my mouth. I was thirsty, and began to drink his warm piss. His flow was long and steady. I swallowed it all.

After pulling his pants back up, he turned on the shower. The cold water covered me, as I sat in his tub. He put a plug in the tub, to hold the water in, and threw me a bar of soap. He ordered, "Clean yourself fag. You have a big night ahead of you." I obeyed, scrubbing my self clean. I washed myself very well, as my Master watched. When the tub was full, he turned the shower off. He handed me a razor, "Now shave yourself bare bitch." I obeyed shaving the slight hair on my armpits, chest, legs, and crotch. When I was finished he let the tub drain, and turned the shower back on. "Rinse off fag." I moved around in the tub, to clean myself.

I looked up at him, with my big baby blue eyes. I must have been quite a sight, after working out, and cleaning and shaving myself. He spoke again, "Good fag, you have learned rule number four. Now stand." It was the first time I had stood in days, and my legs shook as I did. "Step out of the tub slave," I obeyed his order. I stood before him. "Undress me fag," he commanded. I took off his shoes and socks. I removed his shirt. I removed his pants and boxers. It was the first time I had seen my Master completely naked. He was beautiful. He was very well built, with large muscular arms and legs. He had a slight gut. He was covered in dark black hair. His large cock and balls hung between his legs. He noticed me staring at him, "You like what you see slave?"

I answered, "Yes Master."

He stepped past me into the shower, pulling me in with him. He spoke, "Now clean me boy." I gladly obeyed, soaping up his hairy chest and back. I got on my knees to scrub his thick legs. I stood to wash his hair, beard, and face. The soapy water ran down his naked body, "Don't forget my cock and balls, slave." I got on my knees and soaped up his cock and balls. I took my time, massaging with balls and cock clean. His cock grew in my hands. It thickened up and throbbed. He pushed me away, "And my ass, boy." He turned around. His large, hard, hairy ass was in my face. I began to soap it up, massaging his ass muscles. He backed into me, "Clean it all, fag." I soaped up his crack, and began to clean his asshole. He moaned. I slipped a finger into his hole to clean it. He turned around and grabbed my head, "You haven't earned that yet, fag." He pulled me to my feet, and pushed me against the wall. My face was against the wall. I felt his thick hand pressing down my ass crack. His fingers reached my virgin hole. He pressed a thick finger into me, "This is my pussy, fag." I moaned as he worked his finger deep into me, "You must always keep your pussy clean, Slave." His finger continued to work in and out of my hole, as he held me against the wall. After a few minutes he stopped. The soapy water ran off of us. He turned off the shower. "Dry me, bitch," he ordered. I got a towel and dried off his awesome body, "And yourself, fag." I dried myself off. He pushed me back onto all fours, and attached the leash. He led me down the hallway.

Chapter Thirteen

We reached the room at the far end of the hallway. He opened the door. It revealed two staircases, one leading upstairs and one down. He took me up the stairs. There was another long hallway, with many doors. We reached one, and he led me in. It was his large bedroom. All the furniture was leather, he had a large bed, rugs covered the hardwood floor, and thick curtains hung in the windows. He stood over me, naked, "Now you learn rule number five, boy. Your pussy is mine. Understand?"

I did, "Yes Master, my pussy is yours." He put the ball gag back on me, took my leash off, and lifted me onto his bed. I was naked, on all fours. He climbed onto the bed, and kneeled in front of my face. He slapped my cheeks with his swollen cock, "Suck it, slave." I obeyed, giving the best blowjob of my life. His cock grew as my lips rubbed around it, getting it all wet. He held my head as I worked on his cock. After ten minutes he pulled his cock out of my tight lips, "Spin around, fag. Present your pussy to me." I obeyed spinning around. My young, round, white, virgin ass faced his cock.

He slapped his cock against my ass, "Good slave." I felt the huge head of his cock pressing against my virgin butt hole, "I will use lube since it is your first time, whore." I heard him spraying something on his cock.

With one fast motion, he buried his cock all the way into my ass. I bit down hard on my ball gag. My cock began to swell. With his cock inside me he spoke, "You have a nice pussy, boy." After letting his cock just swell inside me for a moment, he began to move it back and forth. For the first time in my life, I was having my ass fucked. His cock was so huge, it hurt, but my cock continued to grow stiffer. My Master grabbed my hips and began fucking me harder. He was pumping my ass with all his strength. He slapped my ass as he fucked me, "Good boy. Good boy."

After ten minutes he pulled out his cock, and laid on his back. He pulled me to him, "Sit on it, fag." I obeyed straddling him and sitting down on his cock. It slid into my anus. He forced me all the way down, "Ride it, bitch." I obeyed, beginning to ride up and down on his thick cocksnake. My cock was fully erect and throbbing. I rode up and down, up and down, faster and faster. I began to love it. All of a sudden, my cock began to cum, spraying onto my Master's hairy chest. He slapped me across the face, and removed my ball gag, "Lick up your mess, slave." I obeyed, getting off his cock, and licking my cum off his chest.

When I had got it all, he threw me onto my back. He grabbed my legs, forcing them up to my chest. He held himself above me. He spit on my face, "Now I am going to fuck you, slave." He forced his cock once again deep inside my ass. He was doing pushups on me, giving me deep, long strokes with his cock. After five minutes, he pulled out and moved his cock to my mouth, and fucked my throat. He fucked it just as hard as he had been fucking my ass. After minutes of that he went back to my ass. This continued for a half hour, him moving his cock back and forth from my ass to my mouth and back to my ass. I was his fuck slave. I felt his cock growing thicker in my ass, and he began to grunt. He pulled it out and put it back in my mouth. It exploded with cum. I choked on his huge, hot load. He pumped it into my mouth. When he was done, he rolled over and laid next to me. We were both covered in sweat. He pulled me to his chest, "Suck my nipples, slave." I obeyed licking and sucking on his big hairy nipples. We fell asleep in his bed.

I was awoken by him in the middle of the night. He has strapped my leash on, and was pulling my out his room. I followed him down the stairs and outside. He led me to his shed. I stayed on all fours in the center of the room. He got his tattoo needle, "You have earned another mark, slave. You have pleased me." He began to write on my right butt cheek. When he was done, he turned me to the mirror to see it. He slapped my other cheek, "That's right, slave," as he read the tattoo, "You are my `Nasty Pussy.'"

Look for "Part Three -- Obediance" coming soon...

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