A Piercing Aquaintance

 After what seemed hours Paul was roused, pulled from the van; collared, shackled in steel. He vomited, then he was hosed down, walked to the house and shoved into a 4x6 dog cage, padlocked, where he slept. 

Paul was awakened and dragged down a stairway.  Paul’s hood was jerked off as he was pushed upon a long table, under a bright low hung overhead light. His arms and legs were strapped, spread eagle. 

The clamp and ring were unceremoniously removed. 

His cock head and nipple pulsed pain he’d never imagined possible. The ball gag and collar was removed and Paul arched his back and dragged in a deep breath. 

Paul surveyed his new surroundings. 

The basement smelled of mold and was dank; with a poorly done patchwork concrete floor.  Old crumbly brick walls upon which hung an assortment of whips, floggers and bondage devices caught Paul’s notice. Two out of plumb planked hinged doors were chained shut to outside he noted over his toes. A Harley motorcycle, to his left stood handsomely a few feet away and Paul smelled it and felt it’s heat. 

The bike appeared spotless, if not brand new. It was a contrast parked in this dungeon and next his hairless white naked body; stretched upon plexiglass, on an old but sturdy table flaking green paint.

His goose bumped shoulders and ass slid upon what he realized was baby powder. 

Master Charles appeared overhead him as if a chef salting a large pig. He dusted Paul head to toe.

‘“Look, you could get in real trouble, Sir.”  Paul said. 

“I haven’t even finished high school! So you better let me go”, Squeaking out the last words beginning  to cry.

“I haven’t finished high school either! Chuckled Charles as he dragged his big calloused hand along Paul’s soft gently curved inner thigh.

‘Some of us realize that school is for those who haven’t any other duties’ said Charles. 

‘Your duty is to me now, slave. It was your choice’

Charles held up the Driver’s license.

‘You are a liar! And that’s the first corrective training you are going to get’.  At which Master Charles put the license upon a wooden support, eye level, and stapled it to the post— right through Paul’s pictured baby blue eyes. 

Master Charles pulled spreader bar binding Paul’s ankles holding his legs apart from under table, and attached the bar’s center eyelet to hook and chain, and then hoisted the Paul’s legs up exposing his nicely shaped powdered ass. He selected a flogger and whipped the boy’s ass till Paul was screaming for mercy. 

’Slave, I’ve already talked to your meth head room mate and told him you won’t be coming back, and, the police woman, Shelly, informed your mother we have you; and with our arrangement we assured her, this is for your rehabilitation — custody papers are not needed, slave, you should act your age.’

‘But, I don’t have a drug problem … Sir!’  

’10 more for that’ And Master Charles counted aloud as Paul begged.

Charles grabbed Paul’s chubbed cock, and gave it a squeeze and a little blood appeared over the crust of the dried wound, where the PA ring had been, and with a few more squeezes the boy’s penis was fully erect.

‘That’s my boy!’

Master Charles then yanked the dildo from Paul’s anus; as one might that a bag of giblets from a turkey. Paul yelped as poop spilled out, and Master Charles cleaned it up, inspecting the anus  and rubbed the welts with baby powder, finishing with a slap.

Then grasping the the penis, Master Charles winched Paul’s body down and told the boy he was HIS slave; and said his law was to be obeyed.

Without speaking, Paul came in just a few strokes upon Master Charles wrist, where Master Charles walked around the table and pushed  the cum into Paul’s mouth over which he pushed  the ball gag again and secured it.

“Mine will be the main course, Paul.” As Master Charles dropped his leather chaps and unzipped his Levis, releasing a 9 inch thick, cut cock. 

At table’s end Master Charles grabbed Paul under his shaved powdered armpits and slid him back to the length of his bonds, where his head dropped over the end of the table; his ball gag removed. 

There his Master fed his cock into Paul’s gapping mouth and told the boy to swallow. 

Paul gagged, but Charles again said swallow; and, were another looking, they’d see Paul’s throat visibly thicken; the trachea push tight against the neck’s skin from the engorgement.  His Master's tool pushed deep down Paul’s white gullet.  

Master Charles also ejaculated in just a few strokes; and Paul choked violently as the cum even blew from his nose.

‘Good slave’ 

‘Eat it boy, since that’s all yer getting today,’ as he reattached the gag. 

Master Charles then inserted another longer dildo into the red but powdered ass, and pushed it to the hilt, and fucked the slave with it. 

He watched with a smile, the flailing hairless body’s spastic jerks, from his slave, as he, now officially ‘it’, produce yet another boner. 

“are you going to tell  the truth from now on?”

Wild eyed, Paul nodded in vigorous agreement. 

‘We’ll make a slave out of it yet.’

‘This is so unfair’ thought Paul trying to get into the rhythm, as Master Charles continued to dildo  the slave’s ass.