His Master's first acquisition
by 2NN
This story is not for minors or people who are offended by homosexuality
and extreme and explicit sexual sadism. If you are one of the above go
elsewhere.
Chapter 1
Master took me on my way to work. Before Master took me I was
an up and coming stockbroker, the youngest in the company. At only
twenty-three I had gone faster and further than any other broker in the
history of the company who was that young. The future was looking very
bright for me. Privately I was gay, but in the conservative business
circles I chose to keep this a closely guarded secret. I had had my
share of relationships with other men, both casual and more serious in
nature, but on that morning I had no boyfriend. Just how Master managed
to grab in the morning rush hour is still a mystery to me, but while
walking along one of the subway passages I felt a slight prick, like
that of a small needle, in my right butt-cheek. Turning around I saw no
one, but soon after I began to feel dizzy and as I looked for a place to
lie down, strong hands grabbed me and dragged me through a door. This is
the last memory of life outside Master's dungeon I have.
Waking up took forever. It seemed like I was at the bottom of deep, dark
pit filled with some sticky substance, which made it very hard for me to
move or even open my eyes. Finally I was able to open my eyes and I saw
that I was lying in a hospital bed. Only it didn't look like I was in a
hospital. Sure the room was full of equipment your would find in most
hospital rooms, but the room itself looked like it had been a small
storage room in a basement in someone's house. There were no windows and
the door looked like it was made from steel. In the corners of the room,
up under the ceiling, surveillance cameras were mounted. All seemed to
be pointed at me. This I noticed as I woke up. Fully awake I began to
assess my situation and as I tried sitting up I got my first nasty
surprise. I couldn't sit up. I couldn't see my ties, but I seemed to be
strapped to the bed, unable to move my arms, my legs or even my lower
body. My upper body seemed to have a little more freedom of movement and
as I explored this I got my second nasty surprise. The worst of my life.
I had no arms! My arms had been removed! Where the arms used to begin,
at the shoulder, was only a bandage and it was quite small. The
discovery made me scream. I panicked and screamed with shock and fear. I
don't know how long I screamed, but finally I got some control over
myself and my screams turned into sobbing as I realized how bad my
situation was. Or rather as I thought I realized how bad the situation
was. As I gradually got myself under control I got one more surprise. As
I got my breathing under control I ran my tongue over my lips, and as I
did so I noticed that I couldn't feel my teeth. Quickly moving my tongue
around in my mouth, I found out that I had no teeth at all! My arms were
gone and my teeth were gone. Why? How? I broke down crying, sobbing at
my desperate situation.
As I sat there the door opened and a man came in. He was tall and
muscular, but not overly so. His skin was discretely tanned and his
blonde hair was cut in a short, conservative style. He had blue eyes and
strong regular features and a smile that exuded confidence and
trustworthiness. He looked like the kind of man you would trust on
sight. And I knew him. His name was Samuel Johnson. Dr. Samuel Johnson.
I had had a brief relationship with him about a year ago, a relationship
that had ended peacefully as we went your separate ways. Our fling had
been sexually very exciting and very intense as we experimented with
bondage and light S&M. It hadn't really been my thing being tied up, but
he had gotten off in a big way tying me up. Since it was clear that we
had different interests, our ways had parted amicably. Now he stood at
the foot of my bed, smiling broadly. I was at loss for words as to what
he was doing there, so he spoke first: "Good morning Simon. I trust that
you are well-rested?" The question broke my paralysis and I almost
screamed at him: "Sam, what's going on? Where are my arms and my teeth?
Where am I? Why am I here?" I was just about to continue when he slapped
my face hard: "Shut up Slut?" he hissed at me. "You will remain quiet
unless I order you to speak, you worthless slave." I was stunned at this
speech and opened my mouth to speak again when he slapped me quickly
five times in a row, shouting at me to shut up. Stunned I sat back,
quietly sobbing with shock. Then he spoke again: "Things have changed,
Slut. Whether you like it or not you are now my slave, my property." I
started to object, but was met by a new barrage of slapping, leaving me
dizzy. "I don't believe in answering questions from slaves, but in your
case I will make an exception. I am the one who has removed your arms,
your teeth and all your body hair." He flung back my sheet, revealing my
bound and naked body. I saw that I was indeed completely hairless, even
my scrotum being smooth and hairless. Then only hair I had left was my
eyebrows and the hair on my head. I also saw that my feet were bandaged.
Samuel continued: "I have also made your feet several sizes smaller." I
was dumbstruck. Why would he do this to me? He seemed to read my
expression and smiled as he said to me: "I first realized what my true
inclination was when we experimented with bondage and S&M. I realized
that what I really wanted was to own one or more slaves and to control
them completely and utterly, every aspect of their lives: when they eat,
sleep, shit, exercise, have sex. Everything. You are going to be my
slave for the rest of your life." As he said this I once again started
to scream, but this time he would tolerate it no more. First he gagged
me with a huge black ball-gag and then he grabbed my hair and said: "I
do not tolerate such behavior from my slaves." He took a short, thick
leather strap in one hand and used the other to lift up my cock. Then he
brought the strap down on my balls. My crotch exploded with pain so bad
I couldn't even scream. He allowed me to recuperate for a few seconds
and then he struck my balls again. He did this ten more times and by
then I was willing to do anything for him if would just stop. The pain
was unbelievable and as he let go of my cock I could feel my balls
beginning to swell up. He asked if I would behave from now on and I
nodded eagerly as he continued: "As I said, I realized that I wanted to
own a slave and I thought that you would be perfect. Ever since our ways
parted I have prepared myself. Underneath the basement of my house,
which I know you don't know where is, I have built this dungeon: a
dungeon you will never escape. If you are lucky I will let you up into
my bedroom or living room, but otherwise you will never leave the
dungeon and you will never escape me. You are my slave and you will
remain my slave for the rest of your life. To mark the occasion I have
given you a new name: Slut. That is all you will be called from now on,
so you might as well forget your old name. When you are allowed to speak
you will call me Master. The other rules you will learn as we go along.
The hard way I am sure." The last sentence he said smiling. "I have made
you armless and toothless because these were not required for your slave
duties. I also enjoy the sight of a hairless body. Your feet have been
made smaller because I have found that I have somewhat of a foot fetish.
I love small and feminine feet, so you will wear stiletto heels for the
rest of your life. I realize that this is odd, since I'm not really into
women, but I do love their footwear." He paused here as he ran his hand
over my now hairless body, stroking the inside of my thigh. Then he
continued: "You must remember that your only function in life is to
please me. You mean nothing, you are nothing and you must therefore
strive always to please me at your own expense."
As he finished I sat in forcibly silenced shock. I had no reason to
doubt him. I knew that he was a doctor, a surgeon in fact, and that he
was perfectly capable of doing horrible things to me all by himself. And
if no one had seen him kidnap me, there was no reason to suspect that
anyone knew where I was. As I gained a little self-control I realized
that I must have been unconscious for several days, if not weeks. Since
the bandages were small the healing process must have been well on its
way, so I must have been out for a long time. Also when I had known
Samuel before, he had had an apartment in town, not a house, so he was
absolutely right that I didn't know where I was. For all I knew he could
have moved to another city. It seemed very likely that no one knew where
I was and that he would be able to keep me here for the rest of my life.
The thought made me shudder. My next thought was just as depressing:
What if I was to be rescued? What then? I was still an armless, hairless
and toothless freak. The man who wanted me to call him Master had taken
away my future, my dreams, my life. I wanted to scream and cry and get
back at him, but he had taken care of that too, removing my ability to
strike back. And with his brutal beating of my still swelling balls he
had proven just how much in control he was. In just a few minutes he had
managed to put me in a situation where I had no choice but to obey
whatever commands he was to give.
Presently he zipped down his fly and took out his already erect member.
Then he removed my gag, grabbed me by the hair and said: "Now blow me
Slut, and make sure you do a good job. Otherwise I'll have to resume
beating you worthless cock." I hesitated slightly whereupon he slapped
my face. I then opened my mouth as I admitted my defeat and began
sucking his cock. I remembered his cock well since Master had by far the
biggest cock I have ever seen. At first I sucked cautiously and
tentatively, but a warning word quickly convinced me that I had better
suck his cock like my life depended on it. When he came, he held tightly
on to my head, his hips bucking and thrusting as he shot a truly massive
amount of cum into my mouth. I knew that I had better swallow it all,
but the amount was so massive that a good deal of it ran down my chin.
As Master pulled away and saw this, he informed me that I had better
learn to swallow all of his precious cum. As a slave it was my duty and
since I had failed to perform my duty, I would now be punished. I tried
pleading and begging, but to no avail, soon he was once again beating my
balls with the leather strap as I screamed and cried. As I gradually
calmed down after the brutal punishment, Master once again informed me
of my new life, telling me that I had better accept that I was a slave
and that it would be a lot less painful for me if I just obeyed
everything he said without question. Then he left me alone, strapped to
the bed, to contemplate my new life.
After he had left I once again broke down crying. Master had robbed me
of everything and put me in position where effectively my only option
was to obey his every whim, to accept my fate. This made me cry even
harder, but as I finally got myself under control I realized that it was
the only option. The chances of me escaping or even causing Master the
slightest bit of harm, where non-existent. I had become a slave and my
only hope was for someone to come and rescue me. I clung on to that hope
as I prepared myself to obey Master in everything.
I sat in my bed thinking about this for a few hours before Master came
back. This time there was no chitchat as he opened his fly, took out his
member and commanded me to suck. And this time I obeyed without
hesitation, almost greedily taking his half-erect member into my mouth.
Then Master surprised me. Ever so gently he grabbed my cock and began to
manipulate it. To my great surprise I responded almost instantly. In
less than a minute my cock was rock-hard and throbbing with need. Before
long I was moaning and trying to writhe with need. I couldn't believe my
own response. This man had taken my future away and yet here I sat
responding to his expert touch like a bitch in heat! I have since found
out that Master adds some kind of hormone to my food insuring my
perpetual horniness, but at the time I knew no such thing. As my own
need grew, so did the urgency of the blowjob I gave Master. Soon I was
sucking his cock like mad, doing my very best to please him in the hope
that he would allow me to cum, and for a while it really looked like he
would. As Master approached his orgasm, so did I, and I almost screamed
as I approached my climax. My whole body tensed in anticipation of my
orgasm, and just then, at the latest possible moment, two things
happened: First Master shot his massive load into my mouth, forcing me
to swallow for all I was worth and secondly he removed his hand, leaving
me hanging. Screaming with disappointment as you try to swallow cum is
not very practical and most of his cum shot out the sides of my mouth as
I mewled with unfulfilled need. After this Master punished me doubly,
refusing me an orgasm and whipping my balls, which were now filled to
the bursting point with semen. The pain was so bad this time that I
passed out after three strokes, but Master was patient. He woke me up
using smelling salt and resumed the whipping. When he finished I was
almost in a state of panic, sitting strapped to the bed, emitting small
panicky screams. Master stopped my screaming by grabbing my throat and
choking me until my dots began to appear in my vision. Then he forced me
to look him straight in the eye as he spoke: "You are nothing. Less than
nothing. You are the lowest thing on the planet, everyone is
better than you. You must always put my pleasure before your own. If you
are ever to be allowed to cum, you must behave absolutely correctly all
the time. Remember: your purpose in life is to please me." Then he left
me again, this time gasping for breath and almost sick with pain from my
once more swelling testicles.
This became a routine for next few days as I sat in bed healing. Master
would come in to get a blowjob and while receiving it he would give me a
handjob, only never allowing me to cum. After the first whippings I
quickly learned to swallow everything he put into my mouth, no matter
how close I was to the orgasm I would not receive. He also quickly
taught me that swallowing every drop of urine his cock produced was also
my duty. By the end of my stay in bed I had effectively been broken, now
obeying him without question or hesitation. I had also reached a state
of permanent horniness. It now took almost half and hour for my
throbbing cock to cool off to the point where it was just half-erect,
and I was frustrated all the time.
