Becoming Slave 172

Chapter 4: Cocksucker

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The Story So Far:

After being sentenced to enslavement for trumped-up drug charges, in the last chapter, we finally met straight boy Noah’s new owner, Master Ross, and got a glimpse of how his new slave 172’s new life will look.

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DAY 3 of SLAVERY

172 barely slept that night. His mind was whirling around – what would his new owner do to him? Would he be raped? Would he ever see his friends or family again? Eventually, he faded into a restless sleep.

It wouldn’t last long before the slave discovered one of the side effects of his shiny new chastity device – his body clock had been transformed into an alarm clock as his cock attempted its morning hard-on, only to be brutally constrained. 172 would eventually get used to his new wake-up call. Still, much to his frustration, his body would never stop trying every morning.

He wasn’t awake long before he heard his Master coming down the steps as the dungeon lights flickered on.

Dressed in an all-leather ensemble of chaps, a tiny waistcoat & jockstrap, Master Ross carried a metal dog bowl filled with leftover bacon, egg and sausage from his breakfast. Noah wondered whether this was another mercy for his first full day or a sign of things to come. The cold gruel tomorrow morning would answer that.

For now, his owner unchained the slave and instructed it (Master Ross had decided that was the only appropriate pronoun for slave property) to eat as he watched on, rearranging the prominent, erect bulge in his tight leather jock.

Once the slave was finished, Master Ross removed the bowl and instructed his slave to use the toilet if it needed to before returning to its position. Sir was already waiting by the time it got back.

“I've got a serious case of morning wood today, 172. It’s gonna be your job to take care of it from now on.”

“I know you’ve probably never given a blowjob before, so that will be today’s lesson. You’ll struggle at first; I’m pretty big, but a bit of effort and a few hours training and I really think we’ll nail it."

172 knew this would probably come, but the prospect still repulsed it. The slave began to beg its Master not to make it suck his cock as it began to weep.

Master Ross had, of course, expected his formerly straight slave to react this way & waited patiently for the slave’s wailing to die down before calmly explaining, in his trademark firm but measured voice, that 172 would suck his cock, would learn to do it properly and would come to eventually enjoy this new task. In the meantime, it would receive its first punishment for whining without permission.

Generally, Master Ross wouldn’t apply punishments straight away unless they demanded immediate correction. He planned on delivering a scheduled weekly discipline session – 5 minutes of over-the-knee spanking per week regardless of 172’s behaviour.

Sir called this the “maintenance spanking” – a crucial weekly reminder of the slave’s status as owned property. The fact that doing it got him as hard as a steel girder was just a happy bonus!

Any punishments the slave accrued in the previous week would be added to the end. But in this instance, the slave’s behaviour certainly required on-the-spot correction, just as Master Ross had planned.

Master Ross lifted his slave to its feet by its collar and led it to the edge of the bed, where he sat down and positioned 172 over his lap. For more intense punishments, 172 would be restrained to a bench or cross, but Master Ross enjoyed delivering an over-the-knee spanking. It has a certain human touch to it.

He didn’t want his slave to just obey out of fear of punishment. He wanted his slave to want to obey him, want to serve him and want to please him.

For that to work, the slave had to view his Master as rightfully superior, worthy of respect and worship, not just a cruel captor. The human touch would help with that.

For the most severe infractions, he could also log a demerit against the slave in its National Slave Agency file. Every demerit logged would mean an additional month added to the end of its 5-year sentence. It wasn’t uncommon for slaves to end up serving over a year extra. Some unruly slaves with rather zealous owners had even managed to rack up enough demerits that their slavery would effectively be lifelong, no matter how short their original sentence was.

The obvious potential for abuse of this system by slave owners, who stood to lose their free labour if their slaves’ sentences lapsed, was quite deliberately overlooked by the government, although some of the more reputable slave owners chose not to exploit it.

The weepy slave fidgeted and sobbed throughout the 15-minute spanking session, leaving its ass bright red, but it never completely lost its composure.

About halfway through, Master Ross began to feel the slave’s chastity cage pressing against his leg – the slave was trying to get hard! Trying & largely failing, that is, due to the chastity device, but trying nonetheless.

The humiliation & embarrassment caused the slave to become quieter and retreat into itself for the rest of the session. It was being beaten by a complete stranger, who had its life in his hands and was planning to rape its mouth – yet its cock was definitely getting hard, or trying to, at least. Surely, it couldn’t be enjoying this!?

Of course, Master Ross knew it was just the Viagra he laced the slave’s breakfast with. He had planned it to kick in during the slave’s first blowjob, but perhaps it worked even better this way.

After the final whack, Master Ross gently rubbed his hands over his slave’s two bright red cheeks, admiring his handiwork as well as the quality of his purchase, before running his fingers through the slave’s crack and lingering over its hole just long enough to make a point in his slave’s mind, but still short enough to pass it off as unintentional.

Damn! He couldn’t wait to get balls deep in the slave’s tight hole. But Master Ross knew he needed to play the long game. To cement the slave’s status, He had to train it enough (and mindfuck it enough) that it would eventually beg its Master to take its virginity.

Once he was done admiring his property, he ordered 172 to thank him for correcting his attitude. He fully expected insolence, or at least insincerity, but instead, his property meekly responded with “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master".

The Viagra mindfuck had clearly done the trick, after all.

“So, are you ready to stop being silly and learn how to suck your Master’s cock, or am I going to have to get my cane out"

You would never have guessed that 172 was Master Ross’ first slave, but his natural dominance and intuition meant he was always one step ahead of his property’s thoughts and knew exactly how to handle his property to get his way. Of course, he had honed his skills on his best friend Josh's slave, which helped. But now was his chance to mould his own piece of property into his ideal boy.

“Please, Sir, I will try to do it."

“Good boy, 172”

The slave didn’t know why, but hearing its Master call it a good boy gave it a warm feeling inside to match the warmth of its sore ass cheeks. Perhaps it was having earned Master’s praise, or just getting through the spanking without breaking. Either way, 172 decided that if it was going to be forced to do this, it wanted to at least give it a good go for the sake of its pride. The only thing worse than being turned into a cock sucking slave would be being a lousy cock sucking slave.

Master helped the slave to its feet before positioning it on its knees before him and talking the slave through the first steps of its newest duty.

“Good boy. Give Sir’s jock a good sniff, boy.”

There it was again. 172 didn’t know if it was Master’s praise or the incredible manly smell from the skimpy underwear, but it had never felt so… so… submissive. So anxious to please. The boy was even curious to discover the taste of the only cock that mattered in its life now.

Master Ross smiled. Sweaty undies were like catnip to slaves. He knew this boy would be a natural sub as soon as he saw the boy’s profile on the auction website. He felt he had spent his inheritance very wisely indeed.

After a few minutes, 172 received the next inevitable instruction. “OK, 172, jock down”.

172 immediately complied and was suddenly met with the meatiest cock the naïve & modestly-endowed boy could have ever imagined. It must have been 7 inches, super-thick and accentuated by the most enormous, low-hanging balls. Surely, its owner wasn’t expecting that to fit in its mouth!

“Give it a stroke for a bit, boy, then we’ll start on your training.”

Its resistance had worn down over the course of the morning, but it honestly had no idea how it was going to do what would come next.

“OK, boy. Let’s see how you get on with this. Give it a lick, 172.”

Master Ross slowly but firmly guided his slave’s head to his throbbing cock. 172 initially hesitated but soon sensed it would end badly if it didn’t comply. The boy stuck out its tongue and began to lick its owner’s cock.

172 had expected to find it revolting but was surprised at how unremarkable it tasted initially. Soon, it even got to taste some of Sir’s pre-cum, which it found surprisingly sweet.

Once Master Ross’ cock was nice and slick, it was time to go even further.

“Well, no going back now, boy. Open your mouth. You know what they say, once a cocksucker, always a cocksucker.”

172 complied as it felt the mushroom head of its owner’s cock pass its straight lips, rendering him a cocksucker for life.

But the time to reflect on that was later. For now, 172 had to focus on keeping its teeth out of the way without dislocating its jaw.

Slowly, Master Ross stuck more and more in until about a third of his lengthy dick was in the slave’s mouth. That would do for now. He instructed his property to close its mouth around the intruder and gently suck as he began to slowly rock his hips backwards and forwards.

Over the next half-hour, Master Ross slowly increased the pace and the depth of his thrusts, eventually building a steady rhythm and getting nearly half of his big cock in the slave’s mouth before it would gag. He was pretty impressed, but half was not enough.

This time, as Sir was about to thrust forward, he placed his hand firmly on the back of the slave’s head. The slave began to gag, but Master Ross pressed on anyway. Inch by inch, he eventually got his cock to the back of the slave’s throat.

Eventually, they would work on deepthroating, but for now, Master Ross decided to reinforce the progress they had already made rather than risk losing it by going too hard, too soon. After another few minutes of sucking, Master Ross was ready to blow his load.

“OK, boy, you’ve done really well so far. One last thing, then you can have a breather. I’m going to cum in a minute. I want you to hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. Do you understand, 172?”

The slave reluctantly nodded. 172 felt sick after the intense training and constant gagging, but it just had to do this one more thing before it was over. For now, at least.

“Good boy. Don’t let me down…”

After a few more thrusts, Master Ross allowed his self-control to drop. He pulled nearly all the way out so his seed would fill his slave’s mouth and cover its tongue, which it did with only a tiny splutter from the boy.

Master Ross pulled his cock out and sat on the bed to get his breath back, enjoying the afterglow of taking his slave’s oral virginity as he left his slave to kneel alone in humiliation, its mouth full of salty but sweet cum.

172 began to sob, ashamed at having been forced to suck its Master’s cock.

After getting his breath back, Master Ross approached his crying slave and crouched down to meet the kneeling boy. He gently stroked the boy’s cheek, wiping away its tears. He felt he could mould it into a very good cocksucker indeed.

“You did really well for a first-timer, 172. I'm proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself. This is going to get easier; you just have to keep at it”.

The boy quietly nodded.

“Good boy. OK, you’re allowed to swallow”.

The boy gulped down its owner’s load.

“Thank you, Master”, his slave muttered.

Master Ross smiled; he hadn’t even needed prompting. A very wise investment indeed…