Becoming Slave 172
by Tombscreen
12 Nov 2023 9122 readers Score 9.1 (61 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Chapter 7: Sharing the Fun
The Story So Far:
After being convicted on trumped-up drug charges, straight boy Noah has been sold into slavery and begun to be moulded into Master Ross’ ideal slave property.
Having been stripped of its identity and forced to suck cock, drink piss, and worship his owner’s hole, the slave was reprimanded for not trying hard enough and left to wonder what new depravities are yet to come.
DAY 5 of SLAVERY
Slave 172, for the third of who knows how many days, awoke aching in its cage and desperately straining in its chastity device. This morning, it would “enjoy” some quiet time in its cage before its Master came for it, allowing the slave to drift back to sleep before being awoken by its cage door opening.
“Out, 172”
The slave was relieved to be free of the cage, even if just to stretch out after all night in the cramped steel prison. Sir was dressed this morning, but the slave remembered its duties and carefully unzipped his trousers before taking its owner’s shaft into its mouth.
As 172 got to work, encouraged by Sir’s hand on the back of its head, Master Ross filled the slave in on the plans for the day.
“Busy day today, boy. Bit of a weekend treat, actually. I’ve got a few friends coming over. No matter what happens, you do everything they tell you immediately, as if I were telling you. Do you understand, boy?”
172 was now feeling sick. It was one thing being used by Sir, who had been reasonably compassionate and was its owner after all, but to be shared around with all his queer friends made 172 nauseous, especially after what it had overheard about being tattooed the other day. Sir noticed the slave’s reaction.
“I asked you a question, boy. Let’s not go down this road again. Your punishments earned up to now will be administered this evening. There’ll be one more added for not responding. So, do you understand what I’ve instructed, boy?”
The slave nodded vigorously, cock still in its mouth, sucking away. Sir decided it was time to start pushing the boy. The slave had to learn to take his entire 7 inches sooner or later, and his best mate, Josh, certainly wouldn’t show any mercy once he got his hands on the boy that evening. Sir planted his hand firmly on the back of his slave’s head and pushed further into its throat than the boy had managed previously.
172 gagged and spluttered, flailing its arms against Sir’s powerful legs, but to no avail. The boy had pissed off its owner yesterday with its poor effort; Sir was in no mood for leniency today.
“Just open your throat as if you’re swallowing. We’re not stopping till you take it all, so stop making a fuss and get on with it.”
Sir continued pumping in and out of 172’s mouth until, finally, his head pressed through the blockage into the boy’s throat. Sir let out a large groan and clamped his hands vice-like on 172’s head, holding it in place. The boy was on the verge of passing out when it felt Sir begin to pump a huge load straight down its throat, pulling out just before the slave blacked out.
172 gasped for air as Sir backed off, gently patting his slave’s head.
“You did good there, boy. There's still too much whining, but you’ll get used to it. My mate Josh will be here soon, and he won’t go easy on you. He’s used to using his own slave that his family have been training for years”.
He gently patted the boy’s head before retrieving a bowl of slave gruel and placing it in front of the slave. He then disappeared again to retrieve a new implement from one of the storage cupboards while it ate.
“We’ve not got much time this morning, 172, so we’ll need to wash your breakfast down without too much fuss today.”
He placed a funnel gag into the boy’s mouth, the rubber mouth-piece pressing his tongue down out of the way, and secured the strap around his head before positioning his softening cock in the funnel.
“I want to see a real effort today, boy. Keep up, or you’ll make a mess, which we don’t want, do we?”
The slave gulped down the hot piss as fast as it came – not that it had much choice. The gag took some getting used to, but bypassing most of the slave’s taste buds was helpful, as was Sir stroking its head throughout.
“Good boy. Excellent work."
Sir stroked the boy’s cheek as he removed the gag, which made the boy’s freshly filled stomach flutter.
“Since you did so well, we’ll bring your training forward a few days. It’ll be straight from the source tomorrow, boy".
Today was going to be by far the hardest, but the slave couldn’t afford to let itself or its owner down again like yesterday. It was determined not to embarrass Master Ross in front of his friend.
“Now, Josh will be here soon, so I’m going to tie you to the fuck bench. Don’t worry; your ass is still off limits for now.”
Sir manoeuvred the boy over to the bench, previously hidden under a dust blanket, and securely restrained the whimpering boy.
“Just do what you’re told, boy, and remember the training we've done".
Sir fitted the boy with a ball gag, and with that, his phone rang. Master left the slave alone in the cellar, restrained in anticipation and dreading what Josh would expect of it.
When 172 heard Sir returning, there was another voice with him. It was now sink or swim for the slave.
Josh Collier was a typical 23-year-old lad in many ways, obsessed with cars and the gym, not to mention his passion for his work as a tattoo artist, and devoting hours to his wild brown hair and designer clothes.
At 6’2”, Josh was taller than his best friend Ross and had spent his teenage years honing an impressive rugby player’s physique that would make any man jealous, carrying himself with an air of supreme dominance that made him seem even more imposing.
Josh had a voracious appetite for sex. He considered himself straight, taking the view that sex with male slaves didn’t count. It took a special type of woman to grab the attention of his deep, bright blue eyes and plump red lips, but when it came to using slaves, he wasn’t particularly picky.
Over the past few years, he’d developed a reputation for mercilessly plundering his friends’ inexperienced new slaves, and he couldn’t wait to turn his hand to his best friend Ross’ fresh piece of property.
“Wow, dude. When you told me how much you paid for your new fucktoy, I was sure you’d been ripped off, but it’s a bloody good specimen", he drawled in his thick, almost hypnotic Welsh accent.
172 resented being spoken about as an object rather than a person, but that stage of its mental rewiring would come in time.
Josh placed his rucksack down and paced around the bench, examining the slave as he stripped off his t-shirt to expose his naturally hairy abs. He ran his fingers along the back of the restrained slave, from its shoulders and over its back muscles, eventually down to the top of its butt crack.
He couldn’t resist groping the boy’s ass, squeezing each of the slave’s plump orbs in his giant hands and eliciting a groan from the boy as he prized its ass cheeks apart to see the slave’s still-virgin hole.
“And you say you’ve not fucked it yet, Ross?”
“We’re working on it, mate. As soon as it's ready, you’ll be first to know”.
“Damn right, mate. It looks tight as hell. It’s gonna be a great fuck. You've been way too easy on it. When dad first bought 526 home, me, my dad & my big brother had all nutted in its ass within an hour...”
172’s heart sank. It knew the day would come when it finally lost its anal virginity, but hearing it spoken about so bluntly hammered the point home with force.
“Well, once we’ve got the spanking and the tats out of the way, you can get a taster of its other hole. Well, I guess it's gonna be the one doing the tasting. Either way, I know it's eager to impress you, J."
Josh came to a stand-still in front of 172’s ball-gagged face, unbuttoning his jeans and thrusting them to his ankles directly in the slave’s eye-line to leave him standing in just his tight white boxer briefs.
“Well, better than nothing. You wanna do its punishments first?".
“Sure”, Master replied as he stripped down to just his boxer briefs like Josh. He would need the freedom of movement to do this justice.
Turning to the slave, Master Ross spoke with even more authority in his voice than usual:
“Since this is the first time we’ve done this, slave, I’ll explain the point of it for you. Discipline doesn’t just mean punishment for mistakes, although we’ll come on to that. It’s about enforcing authority and proactively instilling compliance. So, every weekend from now on, you’ll get a hard spanking on the fuck bench. It’s not because you’ve been bad; you’ll get it whether you’ve accrued any punishments or not. It’s to remind you of your place and what you deserve”.
With that, Master Ross took up his position beside the restrained slave’s rear and gave it a firm whack on its right ass cheek.
“That was just a practice one”, he chuckled. “Hey bro, time five minutes for me would you…”, he asked Josh, who had wandered over to the dungeon’s bed and laid down to play on his phone.
“Only five? You’re way too easy on that thing, mate, but if you say so.”
A bleep rang out in the cool cellar as Josh pushed the timer button on his watch, and before the slave could even take a deep breath, it felt its owner’s hand whack its ass again.
And again, and again, over and over. Whack! Whack! Whack!
At first, it stung, but the slave tried its best to hold it together. But before long, it was openly sobbing and squealing through the ballgag with every fresh blow. And by the time Josh’s watch sounded out the end of the ordeal, the slave had been pushed to the point of becoming almost numb to its circumstances, both physically and mentally.
Master Ross let out a sigh of relief; he’d worked up a sweat in all the excitement of the spanking. He shambled over to the bed, leaving the slave’s glowing red ass to cool as he flopped down beside his mate, who laughed at how out of breath his friend had become.
“Hey, look at its face in this one, mate. Priceless!”
172 heard the sound of its own squeals from the phone; Josh was clearly playing Ross a video he’d taken of the ordeal.
“Haha, send me that mate. It’ll be fun to look back on the slave’s first proper spanking in the future.”
“Sure. So is it my turn now?” Josh enquired.
“Yeah, mate, it’s up to you what you go with.”
“I like a cane. Simple but effective”, Josh removed a cane from one of the dungeon’s display cabinets.
He turned back to face the bound slave, slowly circling the bench.
“So boy, your Master tells me you’ve not made the best of starts to your new life. Personally, I think pathetic fags like you deserve a lot longer”.
Ross cringed at Josh’s use of the slur, but he knew what he got like when he was in full flow.
“This is the part of the show based on your behaviour, boy. Ross tells me you’ve earned 6 infractions so far. Let’s hope you buck your ideas up, or there’ll be nothing left of your ass by Christmas! You’re getting 3 stripes for each one.”
Without further ado, 172 felt the cane being lined up across the top of its ass, spanning both cheeks, and then WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The boy barely had time to process the first blow before the next one came, ruthlessly searing its already glowing orbs. By the time all 18 blows had been administered, the boy was a gibbering wreck.
“Hell yeah! That never gets any less fun. You sure you want to stop there?”, Josh asked his friend.
“Damn, you’re a ruthless fucker, J. The poor lad’s learned his lesson for now, I’m sure. If not, I’ll let you double it next week”. Ross playfully shoved his best mate as the panicked slave violently nodded its head in agreement, desperate to avoid any more pain.
Josh shot him a disapproving look at the suggestion the slave was some unfortunate kid, but he handed the cane back to his friend to put away while he retrieved his rucksack and took it over to the bed to empty out the contents.
“So mate, what were you thinking of for tats? I’m guessing it’s registration barcode?”
Even after all it had been through so far, the slave couldn’t help but audibly cry out from behind the ball gag at the reminder of what was still to come, but aside from a wry smile on Master Ross’ face, it went ignored.
“Yeah, I was thinking on its ass cheek. And then the word “SLAVE”, in stencilled letters on its chest.”
“That should be simple enough; it shouldn’t take too long.”
“Cool, I’m gonna head for a shower. Give me a shout if you need anything.”
The slave tried to beg its Master not to leave it alone with this monster, but still muffled by the gag, its cries went unanswered as its owner ascended the staircase. Josh slowly approached the boy, tattoo gun in hand.
By the time a fully dressed Master Ross re-entered the cellar, Josh was packing away his gear as the slave sobbed away to itself on the bench. The boy was laid on its back, his new barcode hidden, but the tattooed word “SLAVE” in 2-inch tall letters across its left pectoral on full display.
“Wow, that looks even better than I thought it would”, Ross declared, having to rearrange a rapidly growing bulge in his jeans at the sight of his freshly marked property.
“Cheers mate. Just give me a shout if you change your mind about piercings.”
The slave was too emotionally exhausted from the day’s ordeal to shudder at the thought of any more future modifications; it just hoped it could keep Master Ross happy enough that he had no excuses to change his mind.
As Josh zipped up his rucksack, Master Ross knelt down beside his still-bound slave and whispered into his ear, prompting the slave to tentatively nod its head before Sir stood up and removed its gag.
172 knew it needed these brownie points to avoid more pain, so it stumped up the courage to declare as confidently as it could manage, “Thank you, Sir Josh, for the tattoos. Please use this slave’s mouth & throat as payment.”
Josh smiled, approaching the slave so close that the obscene bulge in his tight white undies rubbed against the slave’s face. Even Master Ross, who had never for a moment considered submitting to anybody, couldn’t help but salivate slightly at the sight of his friend’s massive bulge.
Before long, Josh dispensed with his boxers to expose his massive cock, 8” long and even thicker than Master Ross’! This would be an enormous challenge, but the slave didn’t get any time to contemplate that before the onslaught came.
As promised, Josh ploughed ahead into the stunned slave’s mouth with no mercy or warm-up, shoving his cock straight towards the boy’s throat, fucking its face hard and rough. 172 was in severe pain, gagging constantly, but Josh didn’t care.
He pressed harder, deeper, faster, eventually lodging his cock down the boy’s throat, cutting off its air supply as he began to shoot floods of cum down 172’s gullet. The throbbing cock flooding it with cum was the last thing 172 felt as it passed out.