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First i kissed the leather, then my soft flowing tongue
began to wrap and mould itself to the contours of the black
boot leather securely covering this Skinhead Master's feet.
Occasionally i moved so he could reach another spot, it was
hard, the bars on the cage dug into my neck, as best i could
supporting my dirty face on Masters boots. His boots were
black and tall, they made is feet look strong and powerful,
as much as i could turn my head to see the boots just kept
going up his leg. Licking at the edge of the boot, my tongue
went of the bright yellow stitching around the edge of his
boots. My tongue and lips were getting a little sore as i
licked around the tone of His boots. Soon i felt myself
rubbing my face, my cheek against them feeling the raw power
and manhood emanating from them, i wanted them, i wanted
them so fucking bad.
When they were spotless and shining, I got a bowl of cereal,
some raw egg, and other things that he mixed together -- he
then cleared his throat and spat right in the center of it.
He put it in front of me. There it was in front of me, i
looked at it, and in my past i was accused of being a fussy
eater! Raw egg!
Did be really expect me to eat that, and
the gob! Looking
up at Him, this lad who is to become my Master, and a
hard-on like a rod of iron in his jeans, he stroked the end
of it, touching the steel ring in the end of his cock.
"What you waiting for, Cunt!"
My neck went limp, it found its own way to the steel dog
dish, the chain from my collar clanked against the bowl,
inside i was grateful for anything he does to me, and part
of me avenged to fight on.
He stood there, towering way
above me, stroking his huge hard cock, watching me licking
the bowl clean. Bits of food clung to my face. When it was
empty, he filled it with water and put it back, so he could
drink from it like a dog, just as i had eaten from it.
"Your nothing more than a fucking animal, aren't ya boy!"
He then left, turning out the lights as he first shut the
outer cage door then the wooden cellar door, i was now
helpless, scared and alone.
Some hours later Mark returned, he took me out of the cage
to the urinal in the corner of the cellar and then he strung
me up again, the leather cuffs strapped tightly to each
wrist, arms widespread as before.
Master, beat me, i
started to cry and scream uncontrollably as Mark hand jabbed
lightly but repeatedly into the my bruised flesh, i was
hanging there like a side of beef up for inspection and
market.
Occasionally, he would stop to stroke circles on
the base of His balls, through the leather or stroke his
penis and torso. Each time Master did this, my cock would
fill out and lengthen, beyond my control, like my body knew
something that i didn't. Every time he would twist my
nipples my cock would jerk.
"You dirty bastard, you love the pain, don't ya boy"
There was little hiding it, my body love the abuse it was
getting, i found myself pushing my pecs out to meet him as
the blood soon filled my tits. He seemed to not be damaging
them, and eased off now and again, but the pressure was
always on, as i helplessly gasped and moaned, as i began to
cry then pant, i began moaning again.
He then tethered my tits now to the wall and began with
light slaps on my body, maybe more of a heavy push or thud
that a slap, his hand on landing seemed to enjoy feeling his
slave. My body shook with each blow, tugging on my tits and
sometimes i was sure that i felt his cock rubbing me,
stabbing at his helpless bitch.
He pulled free his belt,
soft supple leather one covered in spot studs.
"You gonna learn to beg real good for Master, boy"
'Yes, Master' I whimpered.
Could a slave ever beg good enough to please a Master i
thought ? Could i
ever suffer enough, my soul seemed to be changing, i was
becoming obsessed with the virility of his hard on, the more
he tortured me, the hard his cock became, like i knew there
was a hunger in me that only a Master could satisfy, only
this Master.
He used the belt on me, making me kiss it before slashing it
against the black and blue flesh of my ass and back and
belly and chest. God did i scream, and as my body twisted to
the blows, my tits tormenting me, my bound cock and balls
tormented me, my cock stayed hard, thrusting proudly before
me, a stream of white pre-cum pissing slowly from the tip.
Soon i was pleading with him to stop, begging
uncontrollably, like i could not find the right words to
say. "You been a
bad fucking slave; You gonna learn to do better for me from
now one boy?"
'Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes SIR'
The words just poured out of my mouth, part of me wanted
this to stop, the other, would have allowed Him beat me
unconscious, as long as he sprayed his cum over my worthless
body. The though of him 'wasting' it horrified me, like i
needed it, in my stomach, even if i had to lick it off the
tiled floor. "I
said I'd stop only when you begged to suck my God like cock"
"Let me hear you beg for my shitty, cheesy cock; I don’t
think want it bad enough boy"
'Sir, PLEASE SIR. Let me be a filthy cock sucker'
God how i begged to become a cocksucker.
He released the straps that held me spread eagle, and then
tied my wrists securely them my elbows, forcing my tits way
out in front of me.
It was obvious to him that i needed to learn how to suck
cock, because he wasn't very good, but i soon learned how to
please Master, taking his cock all the way down my throat,
as he held my head with my collar.
Master belt on my ass encouraged me to learn quickly. He
stood there, watching me on my knees move my face and mouth
and throat down and back on my Masters cock, the full length
of it, face-fucking myself, until finally Master could stand
it no more and grabbed my head. Bucking his hips forth and
back, driving his big cock in and out of that bitches hot
cavity. As Master was getting closer, he twisted on my
chain, choking me a little, forcing my mouth open further,
he lunged into me as he came with a heavy shot of cum.
shooting it deep into the belly of the slave where it
belonged. Sucking eagerly until it was limp; i didn't lose a
drop. "Before I
get through with you, Bitch, you're gonna beg to eat my
shit." Chained on
his knees, his gullet full of my cum, the new cocksucker
defied me, "Never. Never.!
I'll never do that,
you'll have to kill me first, you can't make me do ...
Please, Master, please, don’t make me do that…"
"Oi Filth", Master laughed. Taking me by the collar, cock
back in my mouth and began to piss.
"You can now learn to be my toilet"
Something i never don’t before, and never thought i could
bring myself to do it. There was fuck all i could do about
it, my arms were bound, and the rope from my wrists was
tethered securely to my balls.
When he finished, he got
my face cloth and began to wipe the sweat off his cock and
balls, then around his shitty ass hole, saying:
"You're
gonna do this for me with your mouth."
He pushed a doggy
butt plug tail up my ass, and locked the lower harness on me
so that there was no chance of it slipping out. He then
caged me, fed me, and left me for the night.
My cock was
hard, usually i would sleep in my leather chastity short,
but the night was so hot.
He left me there hands chained behind back so i couldn't
play with myself and get relief, except by the slightest
touch of something that just made it stay hard.
There was
the cock strap circling my cock, the fullness on my hungry
bitches ass, the collar round my neck, the dog leash to the
ring in the floor and the bars the surrounded me, and the
darkness.
Helpless i waited for my Master's return.
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