My New Life - Part 2

Author: BndMaster13
Title: "My New Life" - Part 2
Date: 29 December 2006

“My New Life” - Part 2
By - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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As I slowly came awake the first thing I became conscience of was that my ass ached. Then all the horrors of the day before washed over my mind. I had been kidnapped and abused by four college guys. I slowly opened my eyes hoping in vain that maybe it had all just been a bad dream. But, no it had been real. I was laying on the floor in the same room where I had served as a sex toy the night before. I tried in vain to pull my hands apart but they were still firmly locked behind my back. My feet were still locked together just as they had been when I fell asleep. I felt an ache in my balls from the stretcher they had locked on them the night before. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but the idea of bringing my tormentors from yesterday down on me scared me into silence.

As I laid there, trying to calm myself down, the events from yesterday played themselves over in my head. Again, just as last night, my cock responded to my thoughts. The more I thought about the abuse and degradation the harder my cock got. As it got hard I felt the tug of the ball stretcher holding my balls down in their sack. I really hoped it was responsible for the way my cock was responding. I really couldn’t comprehend that I was actually getting off on what had happened to me. Yet still I could ignore the fact that my cock was hard. The hardness of my own cock reminded me of all the cocks I had serviced last night. They had all gotten to cum and right now, that was what I realized I wanted to do more than anything else. I felt the roughness of the blanket under me rubbing against my hard cock. I started moving my hips to slide against it’s roughness. As I did my mind envisioned one of those cocks from the night before filling my ass. I started slow, but as I got into it I began to move my hips harder, humping myself against the blanket. I was getting close to blowing my load when a foot connected with my ass knocking me onto my side. Above me towered Duke, totally naked, his cock almost as hard as mine. He reached down and delivered a hard slap to my cock making me yell out in pain. Amazingly the pain did nothing to quell my erection. As Duke slapped me, he said in a mad voice, “Just what the hell do you think you are doing Derrick boy? Did I tell you that you could cum? That pathetic little thing of yours doesn’t matter, mine here is the only cock you need to worry yourself about.”

As he finished speaking he dropped down and straddled my head. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I assume it was my own horniness, but having Duke’s cock in my mouth was heaven. As I sucked him I felt my own cock throbbing between my legs, desperate to cum. But at that moment the only thing that mattered to me was satisfying Duke’s needs. Duke must have sensed my response as he said, “Yesterday you hated this now suddenly you love it? Good boy, I just might be able to make a nice little cock slave out of you after all.”

My thoughts swirled as I greedily sucked on Duke’s cock. At that moment all I wanted was just that, to serve his cock for the rest of my life. He was right, yesterday I had hated it, fought him every minute, and now I was so turned on I was going crazy and loving every minute of it. Even having my hands bound behind me felt right. That seemed to make me want to work all that much harder to satisfy him with my mouth. When Duke finally exploded in my mouth I felt totally overwhelmed with contentment. I didn’t even care anymore about my own desperate need to cum.

Duke laid my head back down and stood up. His magnificent cock hanging over my head. He walked off leaving me there wishing he would come back. I wanted to yell out for him but he quickly returned. He knelt over me again and pulled my head up. I opened my mouth expecting his cock again, but instead he shoved a gag into my mouth. It felt like the same cock shaped one from yesterday. Duke buckled it tightly behind my head and then standing up he rolled me onto my side. He pulled my cuffed ankles up to my bound wrists and hooked them together, binding me into a hog tied position on my side. When he was done he stroked my cock several times. I felt it throb in his hand, so desperate to cum. He kept it up until I was right at the edge then quickly pulled his hand away. As he did he said, “No boy. You may not cum and if I catch you trying to hump anything, ever again, I will make you wish you had never been born. For now I want you to just lay here. I still have to decide what to do with you. Who knows maybe it might just be fun to keep you as my little toy for a while longer.”

With those words he walked off and the reality of my situation overcame the hormones that had been dancing through my head. I had effectually been kidnaped and sexually assaulted by these guys. I remembered the comments from yesterday in the kitchen when they had first found out I wasn’t the person they had thought I was. They had basically said that they didn’t see how they could let me go. What the hell had I been thinking trying to get my nuts off when I had no clue what was going to happen to me. The more I thought about it the more panicked I started getting. I tried to pull against my bindings. My thrashing attracted Duke’s attention and he once again came over to were I was bound. This time he had pants on but no shirt. As I looked up at his muscular chest I felt the same feelings resurface. God he was beautiful. I wanted him so badly. My cock, which had lost it’s erection with my panic, once again sprang to life as my thoughts changed from fear to lust for Duke. This was crazy! The guy who had done all this to me, was driving me nuts with lust. Duke held up the tazzer that I remembered so well from the day before. “Do I need to remind you how bad this hurts, or are you going to lay still like a good slave boy?” he asked.

I nodded my head vigorously that I would hold still and stopped my movement. I forced myself to settle down and just wait. The hardest thing I was having to deal with though were my own conflicted thoughts. One minute I was scared and the next turned on by the whole situation. I wished so much that my mouth was free and Duke would just let me talk to him. Maybe if he realized how I was feeling he would feel better about just letting me go. Who was I really going to tell after all? The police? Did I really think they would believe me? No! Four college guys against one out of town boy, who when questioned would be forced to admit he was gay. They would probably laugh in my face, if they even bothered to listen. I realized at that point that I had no intention of ever saying a word. All I had to do was convince them of that. Next time my mouth was empty I would try again.

Just as I had come to that realization Duke returned. This time Sam was with him. While Sam held the tazzer Duke released my feet. He unlocked the cuffs from one another but left the straps still firmly locked on each of my ankles. He then helped me to my feet and made me stand at attention with my feet spread. He then tied a cord to a ring on my ball stretcher. Walking behind me I felt him pulling it through my wrist cuffs. He pulled until my balls were yanked back toward my hands and I was forced to keep my wrists tight against my ass to keep from pulling them off. I felt the cord sink into my ass as he tied securely in place. Duke then took me by the shoulder and led me into the kitchen. When we got there he indicated two bowls sitting in the middle of the floor. One was full of water and the other contained what looked liked raw eggs mixed with bread. Duke pushed me down on the floor in front of them and said, “I know you must be hungry and thirsty. Eat up as this is all I intend to give you for awhile.”

With that he removed the gag and pushed my head toward the dishes. I wanted to yell out and try talking to them. Duke must have sensed this, as he took the tazzer and held it right in front of my face. “If you open your mouth to do anything except eat and drink I swear I will put the gag back in and let you go hungry. I will also use this on parts of your body that will make you wish you were dead. Now eat,’ Duke ordered me.

What choice did I have. Not only was I aware of just how hungry and thirsty I was, but I didn’t want to give him any excuse to use the tazzer on me. So I lowered my head toward the bowls. This required some effort. As I lowered my head my hands moved up my back pulling painfully on my balls. But I finally managed to get my head down and began eating. The raw eggs and bread was gross, but as hungry as I was I finished every bite. Then I turned my attention to the water bowl and lapped at it until I was no longer thirsty. When I was done I leaned back up so I was sitting on my knees. Duke washed my face clean and then reinserted the gag. He helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom. He held my cock over the toilet while I peed and then asked me if I needed to take a shit. I nodded my head no and he once again led me back into the main living room of the house. He and Sam sat down on the couch and he made me kneel next to him on the floor. Duke let the hand that had been on my shoulder drop down to my tits, which he played with for a minute. My cock responded immediately to his attention. Trust me he did not fail to notice. “Derrick, your cock keeps telling me that you are enjoying yourself. Maybe you are just a natural born slave,” Duke said as he let his hand drop to my hard cock.

He continued to stroke my cock with one hand while he played with my tits with the other. He kept this up until I was so close to cumming I could hardly stand it. But amazingly my mind remembered the comment he had made earlier, I was not allowed to cum without his permission. If my mouth would have been un-gagged I would have been begging him to allow me to cum. Finally he took his hands away and then gently stroked my head. “Derrick we have some things to talk about. What are we going to do with you? If I let you go and you report us we’re fucked.”

I shook my head no, wishing so badly my mouth was empty. “No you won’t report us or no we wouldn’t be screwed?’ Duke asked.

“Let me rephrase that. Are you trying to tell me that you aren’t going to tell anyone if we let you go?”

I quickly shook my head yes. Duke looked at me seriously and replied, “I think you really mean that. I think if we let you go that you really wouldn’t tell anyone. However, I’m sorry, I just can’t take that chance. You see, my dad is a judge and if he ever got wind that his son had done something like this, my life would be over. Derrick, my life is more important to me than yours is. I just can’t take that chance. But, before I make up my mind what I am going to do with you I am going to need some questions answered. I’m going to remove the gag. You will answer only what I ask. You will not add anything or leave anything out. If I think that you are holding back or lying I will apply the tazzer and ask you again. If I were you I would be totally honest. After all the rest of your life depends on what you have to tell me. Do you understand me?”

As he said, this all thoughts of them just letting me go left my head. I needed to make this good. I frantically nodded my head yes. Duke leaned over and removed the gag, reminding me to respond only to what he asked, other than that I was to keep my mouth shut and listen. “All right Derrick”, he started, “Let’s make the first one simple. Who knew you were coming here?”

“No one, Sir,” I responded. Where had that come from? I was calling him Sir. Somehow it just seemed natural. Despite all my fear just looking up at him was still turning me on.

“Very good slave,” Duke replied. “By the way, you will keep calling me Sir when ever you speak. Got that?”

“Sir, yes Sir,” was my reply. Despite the situation it seemed right, me kneeling at his feet, naked and bound, calling him Sir and he calling me slave.

“Slave your drivers license says you are from Ohio what are you doing in Texas?”

“Sir, I just moved here, Sir. I was supposed to have started a job but it fell through, Sir”

“Slave do you have family here or in Ohio?”

“Sir, I really don’t have any family anywhere, Sir. Just an old aunt that I really don’t even know, Sir.”

“Slave, what about friends here boy, how many friends do you have?”

“Sir, none Sir. I haven’t had time to get to know anyone here, Sir. I really didn’t have anyone back in Ohio either, Sir. It’s why I didn’t mind moving to Texas, Sir.”

“Slave I want the address of where you are living.” As Duke asked this last question my mind was really wondering what was going through his head. I gave him the address of my little apartment and then he once again placed the gag back in my mouth. “We are done for now slave. I need to think about a couple things.”

He helped me over to the side of the room and chained my ankles to a hook set into the baseboard. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek then whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry slave. It’s going to be all right. I think instead of getting rid of you I might just keep you and train you to be a real slave. If I do, then you will be mine and I will never let anything happen to you.”

With those parting words he was gone, leaving me alone. He had kissed me so gently and spoken so lovingly, maybe it would all turn out ok after all. I realized that somehow what I wanted most at that moment was to be exactly what he had just said, his slave. I had read on the internet about Master / slave relationships. Hell, I even had fantasized about it for years. I had always been a loner and the idea of belonging to someone and being loved by them had always turned me on. It was like clarity of mind finally hit me. No wonder I was so turned on by this whole thing. I had been imagining myself as a slave and that was exactly the way I had been used in the past 24 hours. In retrospect what had happened to me was what I had always wanted. As these thoughts went through my head my cock throbbed hard at attention between my legs. God how I wanted to cum. Would I try and find a way to make myself cum? Of course not! Master Duke had ordered me not to cum without his permission and I would obey him as a slave should. God how badly I wished I had his permission to cum!

That was really the true beginning of my new life. All I wanted to do was sit there on the floor and wait for my Master, Duke to return and pray that he would decide to keep me as his slave.

What finally happened when Duke returned? He informed me that he was cleaning out my apartment, taking what money I had, and, let me continue this by jumping ahead in my narrative to the present. It has been six months since that day when I knocked unsuspectingly on Master Duke’s door. What is my new life like? It is wonderful! Master Duke has made me his slave. He has become my Master, what more could anyone want.

The cuffs on my ankles and wrists have become a permanent part of my life. Master Duke keeps me restrained almost all the time. In the six months that I have been his slave my hands have only been released from behind my back for very short periods and always under Master Duke’s supervision. My feet are usually hobbled so I have learned to shuffle around the house quite well. That of course is when he allows me to have any freedom. Master Duke purchased a cage that he put in his bedroom and when he doesn’t need me that is were I spend my time. He keeps my ass plugged unless he is fucking me or I am being allowed to take a shit. He says that a boys most private area is his cock and he wants me to always know that he owns every part of me. In addition my ass is now for his exclusive use, no one else is allowed anywhere near it. The plug helps make sure no one violates this rule. My mouth on the other hand is fair game for anyone that asks. Oh yes, they have to ask my Master, but he will always say yes and then my mouth had better be instantly ready and willing. In fact he likes to keeps a ring gag in my mouth all the time unless he is allowing me the privilege of eating. As far as eating, what he feeds me has changed very little since that first day. I get water, raw eggs, bread, and dry dog food. Once a day I get a serving of fresh vegetables and a vitamin tablet. Between this diet and the regular exercises Master Duke makes me do, I am incredibly healthy and fit. I remember thinking before that I could have been a male model. Now I could be a male underwear model. Master Duke has honed my body into something he can be proud of.

Speaking of being a underwear model. The fact that my cock is in a constant state of arousal would sure make any pair of underwear look great. In addition my balls are so full from not being allowed to cum that I swear they had doubled in size. The fact that Master Duke’s keeps a cock and ball harness locked on them no doubts helps in this area. It has been six months since I became Master Duke’s slave. How many times has he allowed me to cum? Six times. Only it was six times all in one session. He had not allowed me to cum for the first four months and then forced six out of me all in the same evening. By the fourth he was hurting me and by the sixth I was praying I would never cum again. As he informed me his slave should not enjoy getting to cum but actually dread it. Now it has been another two months and I have no idea when he will let me cum. To be honest after the last time I really am in no hurry. Master Duke has said if and when he let’s me, he wants to try for seven. I of course am not allowed to even touch my cock, not that I can ever get my hands on it. And I never attempt to rub myself off. A month into my slavery I tried that and got caught. Master Duke beat my ass so bad that I wanted to die. He told me that if he ever caught me trying it again my punishment would be even worse. Because of this I have learned to sleep so my cock doesn’t rub against anything, that takes temptation away. Although my tits have become almost as bad. Master Duke loves to play with them and torture them. He likes to keep them so sensitive from his abuse that the slightest friction against them goes straight to my cock. Some days just the breeze across them drives me crazy. He has made sure I know that if I cum from rubbing my tits, I am in just as much trouble as if I had done it rubbing my cock.

Now for the big question, am I happy? OF COURSE! I am the happiest slave boy in the world. I have the best Master in the world. Every day I thank everything holy that I knocked on that door six months ago. The life I was living was nothing but a shame. Now I am truly happy and fulfilled, I am a slave. What more could anyone want?



(I think there could be more to write here, but I’m not sure. Any ideas, comments, suggestions, or just a slave out there that wants me to turn them into a Derrick for my pleasure let me know
BNDMaster13@yahoo.com)