Elf Master

Concordium Chapter 25 – Elf Master chapter 4

1st Wednesday of the School Year

Kyle

I was on my knees in the middle of the quad, naked except for a jock. My ass was filled with one large cock and my mouth with another. The cock in my ass was punching deep and pressing my prostate on each thrust. I was gagging and choking on the cock in my mouth. It swelled and released a torrent of cum that flooded my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could. When he withdrew, I hungrily licked the last of his seed from the corners of my mouth. I was empty only for a moment before the next man took his place. It was the same with my ass. A line stretched across the field in both directions, and my master was taking money from each of the men before they took me. My cock was hard and throbbing. A thread of precum ran from the tip to the ground. A new cock entered me from behind and struck my prostate hard. My cock lurched and spewed a massive load, and I groaned in pleasure.

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A hand slapped my ass hard, and I heard my master's voice saying, "Wake up, Slave!"

He didn't yell; he never did. His voice was quiet and calm, but commanding. Even without the collar, I likely would have paid him heed. Dom never set an alarm, but he was always awake before me. He didn't seem to need much sleep, and he always woke me at 6:00 a.m. with a hard slap to my ass.

I climbed out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I wasn't going to lie around much with Dom in charge. At least I wasn't going to be hungover in the mornings; he didn't seem to drink, and I wasn't allowed out of the room unless I was in class or following one of his tasks. My life had become constrained within the boundaries my master had set for me.

Dom was standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips. I knew what he expected, and I was afraid to disappoint him, so I crawled over and took his cock into my mouth. I didn't have to do much work when I was sucking his cock. It had a mind of its own. I licked and sucked, but his cock slithered down my throat of its own accord. I'd discovered yesterday that he liked me to use my teeth when I sucked his cock, so I bit gently on him while I sucked. It must have hurt because he gritted his teeth and groaned. My teeth left red marks but never broke the skin, and he seemed to like the sensation.

Dom grabbed my hair and pulled me tight so that my nose was buried in his pubes. His cock spewed and his seed shot down my throat. I didn’t taste it until he started to pull out, and if I hadn't already known that he was not human, the taste would give him away. I'd swallowed a lot of cum over the last few days, but my master's was different from all the others. It had a sweet and nutty flavor.

Master patted my head, like I was a pet and said, "Good job, Slave. You're learning your duties well. And what have you learned about yourself?"

I didn't want to answer him, but I knew that I had no choice, and I knew that I would have to speak the truth. Dom could smell a lie. "Master, I... I'm not as straight as I thought I was. I think I like cock. I know that I have always been attracted to men and I've used violence to cover it up. I... I'm bisexual, or maybe gay. I don't know for sure."

"You're learning about yourself, Slave," he said. "I figured this out when we first met. And since then, I've confirmed it. Sebastian himself came into this room and looked into the past. He saw you watching Simon whenever you thought his back was turned. He even forced himself to go to the bathroom in the Student Union and look back at your crime. He was sickened of course. You should know that he had been trying to interfere with my training of you. He thought I was too harsh with you. That's no longer true. He was so disgusted that he told me to do whatever I felt necessary."

"Yes, Master," I said quietly. "I think I deserve what's happening to me."

I did my morning exercises. Dom was a cruel taskmaster. My muscles were always sore these days. I'd offered to send for my barbells from home, but he wanted me to work out with full gallon jugs. They were a little more than eight pounds. He controlled all my meals and was keeping me under 1500 calories a day despite my size and the level of activity he enforced. And for some reason, he only let me drink piss. He had friends of his saving it in jugs for me. When I complained that the taste got worse when it sat in a jug, he told me that I was free to ask men on campus piss in my water bottle or directly into my mouth. I hadn't sunk that low yet. He did agree to allow me breath mints when I complained.

After my exercises, I went into the bathroom to shower and clean my ass. I knew that Dom would be fucking me before classes began. He always kept me busy until it was time to leave for class. This morning I had finished all my chores and I still had time before I had to leave.

I knelt at Dom's feet and said, "Dom, I've finished all the chores, even cleaned the bathroom. Can I play a game on my computer?”

He gave me that impassive look of his and replied, "You don't own a computer. You're my slave so everything you once owned is now mine. Besides, slaves don't have free time. Go to my second computer and review your homework assignments. Remember that you will be punished for every lost point on every assignment or assessment. It's your responsibility to further your education. You'll be busy tonight, so you must complete any work this morning."

"Yes, Dom," I said, moving to the desk where the computer that was once mine sat. I turned it on and stood at the desk. Dom had attached a six-inch dildo to the seat.

"Fuck yourself on that dildo while you're working,” he commanded. Even if I dared to risk Dom's displeasure, I couldn't disobey. The chain he'd put around my neck forced me to obey any command I was given. I lubed the dildo and slid myself down onto it. I bounced on that dildo for thirty minutes while checking all my work for today and tomorrow.

Dom finished his own work and then got up to choose my clothes for the day. It was always the same, a t-shirt, gym shorts and athletic shoes with no socks. He also laid out three protein bars. Usually there was a note with tasks on it I had to do before returning to the room, but there was no note today.

"Do you have tasks for me, Dom?" I asked.

"You will be busy tonight, so I don't want you too tired. On each break, you will enter the middle stall in the bathroom and follow any orders verbal or otherwise that you are given. If a man allows you to suck his dick, you will ask him for his piss."

"May I ask a question, Dom?" I asked.

"You may."

"What will I be doing tonight, Dom?"

He smiled that feral smile at me again. He seldom bothered to keep his illusionary disguise up when we were alone in the room. His sharp feline teeth made his smile look dangerous instead of friendly. "One of the gay boys you assaulted on Sunday has become a werewolf," he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "His honor is now the honor of the pack. You also dishonored them when you raped Kieran. They had been given the charge to protect him and they failed. They're angry, so they asked to use you tonight."

"Wait a minute, Dom," I said. "Werewolves?"

"That's what I said. Werewolves. There are a lot of them on campus and in town," he replied.

I should have been shocked, but I wasn't. Something bestial had interrupted me while my cock was down Kieran's throat on Sunday. I could still smell the musky animal smell when I closed my eyes. Then Darren Groves changed in front of my eyes yesterday, his face becoming bestial. I remembered how his growl had sent a chill down my spine.

"How will they use me, Dom?" I asked fearfully. "Will they turn me into a werewolf?"

He shook his head. "I doubt it," he said. "They consider the transformation to be an honor, and I doubt that they will want to honor you in that way. They don't think very highly of you. Besides, they wouldn't want to transform my slave; that would be surrendering one of their own to me."

"What will they do to me then, Dom?" I asked again.

"They will beat you up, I'm sure," he replied. "Some of them will probably fuck you."

"Please don't let them, Dom," I begged. "If they're werewolves, they'll kill me. I can't fight off werewolves."

"Don't worry, slave," he said. "They wouldn't cross me like that. Together, they would be too much for me, but an insult such as that would bring my cousins into it. They'd never be safe again. Besides, they're most dangerous on the full moon and least dangerous in the days immediately after. Only the most powerful werewolves can change during the waning moon, and they'll be exhausted after Monday. They had a rough night and will have spent much of their energy recovering."

"What about the powerful ones, Dom?" I asked, still not convinced. "Darren can change. I saw it yesterday. And so can Drew. They both hate me."

"Interesting information about Darrren," he replied. "I didn't know he was that powerful. Looks can be deceiving. But the powerful skinchangers won't change unless they want to, except on the nights of the full moon. Don't worry. If they kill you, they will fall under my debt. It would be unfortunate for you, but I would have something even more valuable; an entire pack of skinchangers would be in my debt."

He said this like my death was entirely irrelevant except for how it could enrich him. My life sucked. If I couldn't find some way out of my servitude, I would always be in danger. Dom must have misinterpreted the concern on my face. He seemed to think I was worried about him losing valuable property rather than about my own life. He said, "Don't worry, Slave, I will be there to witness their deeds. I keep a good watch on my property."

There wasn't anything else to say on the subject. Dom couldn't or wouldn't see my point of view. My life didn't mean anything to him except for how losing it would affect him. I thought he was less human than the werewolves I'd met. At least they understood human feelings and motivations. Dom was an alien, with an alien mindset.

"Get on the bed you sleep on and lie on your back," Dom said, dropping his pants. "We're going to try something different."

I scrambled onto the bed and lay on my back expectantly. Dom fingered my hole and determined it needed more lube. That was surprising, since his cock wasn't that wide. When he was satisfied, he put the lube down and said, "I'm going to show you something new today. Don't tell anyone that I can do this. Only Sebastian knows."

Dom began to grow, like he was inflating. He grew to nearly seven feet tall and his body became broader and thicker, his pale skin darkening to a grayish green. His pale hair turned darker green, almost black and his features became coarser. Most impressive was his cock. It had grown to ten or eleven inches in length and three to four inches in width.

My eyes were bulging out and my mouth was hanging open. Dom grinned and I could see massive eyeteeth, almost like small tusks. "Do you like my troll form, Slave?" he asked. "I've been practicing it."

"It looks... um... impressive," I said. My eyes were focused on the cock. It was bigger than Matt's had been. "Is that an illusion, like your human form?"

"Not a glamor," he said, "it's transmutation. I'm as much a troll as I can be without losing too much of myself in the shifting."

He didn't climb onto the bed; he was probably too heavy. He grabbed my ankles and turned me so that my ass was at the edge of the bed. Then he lifted my legs up towards my head, one meaty hand wrapped around each of my calves. He lined his massive cock up so that its head was nestled at my hole. He pushed against my hole, and I winced in pain. I'd often used the phrase hard as a rock to describe my erection, but now I was experiencing it firsthand.

"Reach down and spread your cheeks for me," he commanded.

I pulled my cheeks apart as far as I could, hoping it would make it easier for him to get inside me. He pressed inward and I cried out in pain. He was relentless and continued the pressure until he popped inside the ring of my anus. In troll form, Dom's cock was as thick as the base of the butt plug I'd been wearing, but it didn't narrow down. It was the same thickness all along the shaft and Dom wasn't being gentle. He kept pushing until he hit something inside me that hurt like hell.

"That's the inner sphincter leading to your upper colon. I'm going to push past it now and you're not to scream," he said. "I don't want to give Drew nightmares about what I'm doing to you."

He kept up the pressure and the pain was so overwhelming that my erection wilted, and tears poured from my eyes. I needed to scream but I couldn’t because Dom had forbidden it. When the sphincter inside gave way and the pain began to recede, I was able to breathe normally.

"We'll train that inner sphincter of yours to open when poked as well," he said. "If I decide to sell you to a troll, you'll be ready for his cock."

"Thank you, Master," I said. I was happy that the chain of servitude didn't keep me from being sarcastic.

"You aren't very grateful now, but you will be if I sell you," he said. He was smiling, and I couldn't tell whether he was toying with me or not. He talked a lot about selling me, but I could never tell if he was serious.

He began to fuck me in earnest, drawing almost all the way out and then plunging back until his pubes brushed my ass. The pressure on my prostate was continuous. It was like his giant cock was rubbing it, first one way then the other. I got hard again as the pain let up. It wasn't long before my breathing grew ragged.

"I'm going to cum, Master," I whined.

"You can always cum so long as it's not caused by anyone or anything manipulating your penis," he said. "As a bitch boy, you should only cum this way. Soon your body will be trained, and you won't ever need to touch your cock again."

I would have screamed if I could have. Instead, I whimpered loudly as my cock exploded, spilling my cum all over my abdomen. I was crying from a mixture of pain and pleasure. Dom growled deep in his throat, clutched my legs hard enough to leave bruises and shot his load deep inside me.

He pulled out and turned me so that I was lying completely on the bed. He resumed his own form, shrinking in on himself in a matter of seconds. He sat on the bed near my head and said, "You took that very well."

He gestured at his soiled cock which had been so far into my body that I couldn't have cleaned that far easily. "I'm going to have to create another troll form with a more human sized cock," he said, brushing my sweaty hair off my brow. "This one is realistic for when I have a need to be a troll. The other will be for fun."

He saw the distressed look on my face as I stared at his cock. He smacked my face gently and said, "I'm going to use the shower to clean myself up this morning. You need to get dressed and head out to class."

I was so relieved that he was going to clean himself in the shower that I said, "Thank you, Master. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you right now."

Dom got up to shower and I sat up on the bed. A terrible pain shot from my ass to my groin. I ignored as best as I could and began to get dressed. I was allowed to wear a jock this morning, so that was good news. No cup, so my bulge would still be visible through my shorts, but no one would see my erection through the material. I noticed that my sweat shorts and t-shirt had been modified again. This was the third pair of shorts that had been cut short and hemmed with hand sewn, but very good, stitching. The t-shirt was plain blue, but someone had removed the sleeves and cut the arm holes, so they were open halfway down my sides. It was also neatly hemmed. And the shirt had been embroidered in thick gold thread in a pattern of leaves surrounding a scroll that read Kyle Mason, Owned Jock Boy.

"I'm not sure about the message, but this work is really good," I said. That's when I saw the small man standing at the far end of the room. He stood only about a foot tall and was completely naked. He had nut brown skin and white hair, with a wispy beard that hung down to his chest. Other than his white hair and beard, he seemed to have a youthful appearance. He waved a hand at me and gave me a shy smile.

"Thank you," I said. "You've been very nice to me."

I put my clothes on and began packing my books, my phone, and my meager food for the day (the three protein bars), when Dom came back, drying his body on a towel. He saw me ready to leave and then saw the little man. He threw the towel at the little man, who caught it and put it in the hamper.

He said, "You will not reveal the existence of the supernatural world through any means, nor will you allow yourself to reveal it through inaction."

I felt the compulsions taking hold of my mind. Who was I going to tell? Anyone who didn't already know would think I was crazy.

Dom had already told me that I was to run between classes, so I ran as soon as I left the dorm. At least I didn't smell like cum today, like I had on Monday. I made it to class, just before the professor began his lesson. The compulsions Dom had put into my brain forced me to pay attention and learn the material, so my mind was focused entirely on the lecture. I hardly even needed notes. That damned chain was rewiring my brain, making me retain the information in a way that it could be easily retrieved.

As soon as I was done, I took off running for my next class. I had only two classes back-to-back on Monday and Wednesday, which gave me a lot of time in the afternoon. I was standing in confusion. Dom had given me orders to go to the bathroom during breaks between classes, but this period wasn't between classes. It was after class, but I hadn't been given a time to be back in the room. It seemed like free time, but Dom had said that slaves didn't have free time. While I was pondering this dilemma, I noticed a familiar figure walking up to me. It was Matt Silver, Josh's friend who'd wanted to beat my nuts with a ruler on Monday.

Matt was just under six feet tall and had a thick build. He had olive skin tone, brown hair, and brown eyes. I remember his nine-inch cock. I wasn't looking forward to seeing him again. "Hello, Bitch," he said. If anyone had been listening they could have heard him.

"Hello, Matt," I replied, trying to look pleased to see him.

"Call me sir, Bitch," he said.

"Yes, Sir," I said. I was compelled to obey any order, so I had no choice.

"I thought so," he said. "You have to do anything I say, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I do," I replied.

He looked at me thoughtfully and asked, "When's your next class, bitch? Tell me the truth."

I wanted to lie, but I couldn't. "Tomorrow morning, Sir," I said.

"Come back to my dorm room, Bitch," he commanded. "We're going to have fun."

"Yes, Sir," I said. I doubted I was going to have fun at all.

I followed him across campus. He was in a different dorm from Josh's. His room was like mine and Dom's, with two single beds on opposite sides of the room, but it didn't have the adjoining bathroom. The bathroom was in the middle of the floor, opposite the main stairs. His roommate Chris wasn't here.

"Take your clothes off and put them on that bed," he ordered.

"Yes, Sir," I replied with a resigned expression. Then I stood in front of him naked.

"I'm going to hurt you today, Bitch," he said. "Would you like that?"

"No, Sir, I wouldn't," I replied. "Yesterday some men hurt me without my master's permission. He was very angry, and he hurt them worse than they'd hurt me."

"Thank you for the information, Bitch," he said. "In the future, you will always tell me if I am about to do something that will anger your master."

"Yes, Sir," I said.

Matt took out his phone and made a call. He put the phone on speaker.

"Hello." I recognized Dom's voice.

"This is Matt. From last Monday. Your slave has no more classes today. I have him in my room. Can I use him for a while?"

"What do you offer for the use of my slave?" For Dom everything was a negotiation.

"I'll send you pictures and a video like last time. And I can set up a website for you to make money from his humiliation and abuse." Matt seemed convinced that he would get his own way.

"Money is not that great a concern for me, Matt."

"Have you introduced him to cock and ball torture?" Matt had tried to push this idea before with the whole nerd group.

"I haven't had the opportunity to do so yet."

"I could do it for you, teach your slave to take a little pain. Would that service pay you for his use for a couple of hours?"

"You must return my slave to my room no later than 3:30 p.m. He must be functional, unharmed and he must have suffered no wounds that require hospitalization. In exchange, you will teach him the basics of enduring CBT. Under no circumstances are you to fellate him, stroke him to orgasm or allow him to penetrate another person with his penis. Explain the details to me so that I know you understand the agreement, then we can complete the contract."

Matt thought for a moment, He was as precise with his language as Dom was. "You will lend me your slave to use as I will with the following provisions: he will be returned to you no later than 3:30 p.m. today, fully functional, without having been maimed or wounded in such a way as will require hospitalization. Restrictions are that I cannot allow him to masturbate or use his penis to penetrate another. Nor can I allow anyone to fellate him or to stroke him to orgasm. In exchange, I will train him in the art of enduring cock and ball torture."

"That will do, Matt. I want you to know that I will enforce the provisions of this oral contract with all the power at my disposal."

"Thank you, Sir." Matt seemed happy. He had no idea how much fire he was playing with making deals with Dom.

Matt had a smile on his face. He turned on the webcam on his computer and set it to record. Before he hit the record button he said to me, "I don't know how Dom has done it, but he has. You are incapable of disobeying an order. I'm going to test that. When I start recording, I'm going to give you a safe word. You may not say this safe word to me in an attempt to stop what we are doing. And you will never reveal to anyone that I have given you this order or that you are under this restraint in any way."

"Yes, Sir," I said hopelessly.

Matt turned on the video recording. He looked into the camera and smiled. "I am recording this video to ensure that anyone watching knows that everything that happens here, happens with the enthusiastic consent of my partner. The video will be recorded without pause or break so that any competent technician can tell that it is unaltered."

"Look into the camera and tell everyone your name."

"My name is Kyle Mason, Sir."

"Are you gay?"

"I'm not sure, Sir"

"Explain what you mean by that answer." Matt seemed amused more than anything.

"I thought I was straight until I started sucking cocks. Now I know that I like sucking cocks and getting fucked. I don't know any more whether I'm gay or bisexual, Sir."

"How many cocks have you sucked since you started sucking cock?"

"Eight, I think, Sir."

"And how many of those guys have also fucked you?"

"All eight, Sir."

"You sucked eight different cocks in how many days?"

"This is the third day, Sir."

"Don't you think that makes you gay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then why do you say you aren't sure whether you're gay or bisexual?"

"Because I don't know if I'm still attracted to girls, Sir."

"Were you ever really attracted to girls?"

"I don't know, Sir. I used to have sex with girls, but I had trouble getting hard and staying hard."

Matt looked at the camera and said, "I don't think Kyle was ever straight. I think he was just pretending to be straight because he was afraid of people knowing what a gay bitch he was."

He looked back at me and said, "Your safeword is tutti frutti. Tell everyone your safeword."

"Tutti frutti, Sir."

"The purpose of a safeword is to stop what we're doing. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir."

Matt started rummaging around in his desk and pulled out a wooden ruler. "Hold your cock up out of the way so I can get to your balls. Now spread your legs wide."

I reluctantly obeyed. I had to keep adjusting until he was satisfied that my legs were spread far enough apart. He tapped me lightly on the bottom of my nuts. The pain was sharp and acute, and it made me a little nauseous. Then he hit me harder. His blows came faster and harder until I thought I was going to throw up.

"Tell the camera that you loved me hitting your nuts with the ruler," Matt demanded.

I looked into the camera, nausea making my face a little green, and the magic chain made me lie, "I loved it, Sir. I loved having you hit my nuts with the ruler."

Matt opened a drawer in his chest and pulled out some tools. One of them was a large conical butt plug. It was about 7 inches long and 3.5 inches wide. Another looked like a small wheel on a handle. The wheel was covered in small teeth. He had some clamps connected by a chain, a tiny leather harness and a small leather whip with broad knotted strands.

Matt pulled a chair over, so it was centered in the field of the camera. He sat the large red cone on the chair and handed me a bottle of lube. "You should lube up as much as you can," he said, "and use a lot on the anal destructor on the chair. You have three minutes to get the whole thing in your ass."

I wasted no time shoving lube covered fingers up my ass. Matt made me turn my back toward the camera so that it could catch my fingers going into my ass. I frigged my ass with my lubed fingers until Matt said, “two minutes left.” Then I dumped as much lube as I could on the cone itself. Getting it inside me would have been a much bigger problem if Dom hadn't fucked me in his troll form today. I sank it all the way in.

"Good job, Kyle," Matt said. "I didn't know that you'd already been stretched so far. We can move up to the next level."

He pulled out a second cone shaped butt plug. This one was 9 inches long to 4.5 inches wide at the base. I'd been fucked a lot in the last couple of days. While this one was shorter than Dom's troll cock, it was just as wide at the base. I lubed it up good as Matt was resetting the timer. I tried to tough it out and slide down it in one go. That was a mistake. A sharp pain shot through me, and I stood up, almost knocking the cone on the floor. Matt laughed and said, "You'd better work it in slowly, but not too slowly. You have a little over one minute."

I gritted my teeth and began a slow descent. The pain was still almost unbearable. I reached around and tried to pull my ass cheeks apart, but I got little traction since my fingers were covered with lube. I slid down further, but I could feel several inches below my anus. Matt started counting down from 30 seconds. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to do it. I couldn't force myself to get past the pain. I was breathing heavily when I looked at Matt and said, "Please, Sir, order me to take it in one thrust."

Matt stopped counting. He looked directly into my eyes and said, "Push out with your ass like you're taking a shit and sit down NOW!"

Once I'd been given the command, I was compelled to do it despite the pain. I pushed my anus out as hard as I could, held my ass cheeks open to the best of my ability and sat down with all my strength and all my weight directly on that cone. A blinding flash of pain shot through me, but I took it all.

"Thank you, Sir," I grunted, my teeth gritting with the pain. I was breathing fast, and my heart was racing.

"Not bad, slave," Matt said with a smile. Then he held up another cone in the same color only 11 inches long and about 5 inches wide. "We'll use this one next time," he said, looking into the camera and smiling.

Matt ordered me to lie down on the bed. He adjusted the webcam so that it was now centered on my reclining form. He took the leather harness and fastened it around my cock. One strap went around the base, another around my cock just in front of my scrotum and the third, smaller, thicker strap fastened around the top of my scrotum, pushing my nuts down until they were tight in their sack. Then he showed me and the webcam a small leather whip, with broad flat strands. "I'm going to punish your cock and balls now," he said. Then he gave me a sarcastic smile and added, "Don't forget your safe word."

Of course, he'd ordered me not to use the safe word, so this comment was just for the camera. When the first blow struck the shaft of my cock, I shouted in pain. He stopped and smiled down at me. "Open your mouth," he ordered. When I did, he spit right inside. He did that a few more times then ordered me to swallow.

"Are you going to use your safe word?" he asked.

He knew that I couldn't use it, but I was compelled to say, "No, Sir, I'm not going to use it."

"I'm going to put a gag in your mouth, so the neighbors don't hear us," he said. "I want you to think of raising your hand as the same thing as using your safe word. I want you to use your right hand exactly like you would use your safe word. Raise it anytime when you would use your safe word to make me stop and I'll stop.” His wording made it impossible for me to raise my hand either. He pulled out a gag with a large ball on it and strapped it around my head. The first strike on my balls sent waves of pain and nausea through my body. Tears poured from my eyes.

Then he began to whip my cock with fervor. I writhed on the bed and groaned. He struck the head of my cock, every inch of my shaft. It felt like my cock was on fire. When my cock went soft, he paid special attention to my balls.

Although my body was burning with agony, my mind became almost numb to the pain. In my head, I was saying I don't deserve this. It was my constant mantra. Then the number seven blazed into my mind. Seven was the number of gay boys I'd beaten. Seven times I'd become so aroused by a gay boy that I had to beat on them until my erection went away. Not until it went away, until I'd come. This didn't count Kieran. I hadn't beaten on him until I came. I tried to rape him instead. I did rape him, even though I hadn't come. Simon, Andy, Tim, Douglas, Jeremy, Donny, and Philip. They had names. They had faces. I remembered them all. I deserved this. I deserved more than this.

When Matt removed the ball gag from my mouth, I cried. My eyes focused on his face. It wasn't a handsome face, but it was a powerful face, the face of a man who compelled obedience. In a twisted, sadistic way, it was the face of my confessor. "Thank you," I mumbled. "Thank you, Sir."

Matt seemed confused; his confidence was momentarily shaken. "You're welcome," he said. Then he adjusted the webcam and climbed onto the bed. He took hold of the plug in my ass and pulled it out. I gritted my teeth, but a deep groan of pain escaped anyway. He lifted my legs and began to lube my ass. Then he shoved his nine and half inches into me in one savage thrust. I still felt a need to be punished, so I pushed my ass back to meet him. I needed him to hurt me more.

"You're a jock hole, a real faggot bitch, aren't you?" he sneered.

"I am!" I said, screaming. "I'm a jock bitch!" I was in a masochistic frenzy. I knew that I would deny it afterward, but at this moment in time, I believed it.

He pumped into me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close. My cock woke up and surged to its full size, just under six inches. I snarled at Matt, "Don't be a pussy, Sir! Are you man enough to make me cum with that giant cock of yours, or is it just for show?"

He slowed down his thrusts, gently probed until he found the spot, the exact angle he needed to use if he was going to hit it, then he picked up speed, punching inside me, hitting my prostate with every thrust. I could feel it coming. My cock still ached, but now it was throbbing with the urgent need to cum. It was bound tight inside the harness, preventing my balls from tightening the way they usually did. And when my shaft swelled, it felt like it was squeezed and tightly constrained around the base and the area just in front of my balls.. My cock bounced with every thrust he made. I may have blacked out for a moment when I came. If so, it was only for a moment. My ass clamped down on his cock, like it was trying to swallow it, to rip it off his body. Matt roared as he spilled his seed inside me. Then his sweaty body collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for several minutes. When he pulled out of me and looked down at my face, his expression was strange. He reached up and turned off the webcam. Then he got up from the bed. He had more time left before he had to return me to Master Domenic, but he threw my clothes at me and said, "We're done. Get out and go back to your master, Bitch."

I pulled my clothes on and left. Whatever had happened between the two of us defied normal explanation. When I left Matt's dorm, I saw his roommate Chris walking up the stairs. He smiled at me and waved. I returned the gesture, then drew him into an embrace. I whispered in his ear, "That was incredible."

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "What was incredible?" he asked.

"Matt," I said.

Chris licked his lips and blushed. "I know," he whispered, then he turned and ran up the stairs. I tried to run back to my dorm, but all I could manage was a mincing jog.

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When I got to the room, I took my clothes off and texted my master. Master Dom, can I take a shower and use the bathroom?

In a few moments, he texted me back. You may shower and shit in the toilet. Remember to drink your piss if you need to urinate.

I emptied my piss bottle, swallowing it down with a grimace. Then I pissed into it and drank it warm. I didn't like it, but it was better warm than cold. The hot shower felt like heaven. My cock, balls and ass were still aching, but they felt a little better than before. I examined them. They were red, but there was no blood. I dried off and went to my desk to begin my homework. I was compelled by Dom's rules to lube my ass and slide it down on the dildo attached to my desk chair. My hole was sore, but it was still loose. I barely felt the dildo inside me, but wherever it touched, it sent a sharp pain through me. My ass had been used hard today.

I finished all my homework and had just begun researching deep throat techniques when Dom walked in. He stood behind me and said, "I approve of your initiative, slave. Keep going this way and you may earn a reward. You have another hour, then I'll feed you your supper before we must go out."

I read several websites and checked out a couple of videos that demonstrated the proper technique. I'd just switched to videos on anal care for gay men, when Dom stopped me and handed me a protein smoothie. "This contains all the nutrients you need. You'll be living on these until you lose the flab. It will also help you to retain muscle. At the rate of weight loss I'm planning, there's a danger of losing muscle mass along with the fat."

"Thank you, Dom," I said, taking the tumbler with the shake. It tasted sour and musky with just a hint of chocolate.

"I mixed it with piss," he said. "I'll show you how to make it later."

I made a face at the taste, but I said, "Thank you, Dom." He would never run out of piss. He was collecting it from people who hated me. That's okay. I hated myself now. The revelation I'd had while being tortured by Matt was still fresh in my mind.

I finished the smoothie while researching proper techniques for cleaning and caring for the anus and rectum. It was horrifying and interesting at the same time and I was still sitting funny because of the dull throbbing in my ass.

Master was watching me with an expression of concern on his face. He gestured toward the bed. “Climb up here, face down.”

I eased off the dildo and took the position he had indicated. Master knelt behind me and said, “Stick your butt up. I need to see what you look like down here.”

When I did, he probed me gently with his finger, making me wince a little. “Matt has certainly done a job on you today. He didn’t do any permanent damage, which is very good for him, but he abused you much more than I thought he would. I’ll have to make sure you have protection from now on when you’re with him. I will not allow him to cause you permanent harm.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Master began to hum and then he touched me again. “I’m going to heal you now. You still have an evening ahead of you and I want you to be in good shape for it. Just relax until I’m done.”

He stuck his finger inside me and hummed with more intensity. And then the hum turned into a song. A tingling numbness began inside my ass and then spread across my body, following a path that connected everything from the crown of my head, to my forehead, to my throat, my pecs, my navel and my groin. My body seemed to resonate in tune with his song. And when he was finished, I felt not the tiniest vestige of pain.

Master smacked my butt gently. "Clean the dildo and the tumbler then get dressed.”

I cleaned the dildo with my mouth. Then I took both it and the tumbler into the bathroom and washed them carefully. When I came back into the room, Dom had laid out a jockstrap and another slutty jock outfit. It looked like he'd modified another pair of my sweats. I only had one more set that hadn't been altered.

While I was putting the jock on, Dom said, "You should lube yourself as much as possible before we go. You will want to be prepared for tonight."

I told him yes, Dom, and then I put as much lube as possible inside my ass, before putting on my short shorts and t-shirt. This shirt was red and had been embroidered with white stars. Again, it said Kyle Mason, Owned Jock Boy. Dom gave me a quick inspection then told me it was time to go. I followed him out of the dorm. Once we were on the sidewalk, he said, "I'm invisible now. I'll climb on your back, and you can jog to our destination."

"Yes, Dom," I said as he climbed onto my shoulders. I grabbed his knees to keep him stable and started jogging at his direction. I ran across campus to the woods, with my master on my back. In the woods, I continued following his directions until we reached a clearing with a large rock in the center. It took us more than an hour. Dom had me remove all my clothes except for the jock and my athletic shoes. Then he ordered me to kneel on the ground.

We waited for nearly another hour until they arrived, giving me plenty of time to wallow in my self-hatred. Now that I had been forced to confront the truth about myself, I had a need to be punished. I wanted to be beaten as badly as I'd beaten those seven gay boys.

There were nearly thirty of them, and they were led by Drew Janowski. He had his arm around Simon. Two people I didn't know walked with him, a powerfully built blond woman and a slender man with long blond hair braided down his back halfway to his waist. Darren was also in the group of leaders. All twenty-eight of them were wearing sweats and t-shirts. Dom went forward to talk to them. When they were done, he came over to me.

"You are going to fight them," he said. "You're allowed to fight back as hard as you can."

"Even if you let me fight back, I can't take them all," I replied. "Twenty-eight against one is hardly a fair fight, Master."

Dom smiled at me and said, "You will fight one of them. All the blooded alphas in their group will put a name in a hat, at least the males. The females can participate, but aren’t required to do so. you will draw one name. That person will be your opponent. The others will only observe. If you win, that's it. If you lose, everyone here will get a chance to either fuck you or punch you as hard as they want three times. It's yours to lose."

"Sir, you told me they were werewolves," I said. "My fists aren't made of silver, and they have claws."

"Your opponent will remain in human form," he said. "You can hurt them in that form, and there will be no claws. You can say thank you now."

"Thank you, Dom," I said. I felt better about this fight. The stakes were high, but I could win this one.

Dom and I walked towards the pack. Five of them were dropping names into the hat. Drew, Darren, the tough looking blond woman, a short Latina woman, and another man. Simon was standing back, next to the slender man with the braid. The way the other members of the pack were showing the slender man deference, I assumed that he was an alpha as well. For some reason, he wasn't fighting. If I'd heard Dom right, Simon was a werewolf as well, but he wasn't fighting tonight either. If he had been, I was determined not to hit him. I'd hit him enough.

Dom led me forward and gestured for me to draw one of the pieces of paper. Drew was the one I feared. I didn't want to fight him. The other guy also looked tough. I wasn't sure about the two women. I could probably take them, but I didn't want to fight a girl. It wouldn't feel like winning. I pulled out a piece of paper, unfolded it and read the name. "Darren," I said.

The heavyset man stepped forward with a smile on his bearded face. He was four inches shorter than me and didn't look like he was in good shape. I felt confident, until Darren shucked his clothes. Like me, he was wearing only a jock, although he had a cup inside his. He had a gut, a bit bigger in comparison to his height than mine, but I could see his powerful muscles under the fat. He flexed and his pecs danced, making the werewolves howl in appreciation. They had drawn back into a semicircle and Darren strutted into the middle and gestured for me to join him. I walked toward him, and the circle closed around us. I could see Drew, the blond woman, the slender man, and Simon climb up on the rock to get a better view.

Dom climbed up to join them. He and the slender man both raised their hands, and then said in unison, "Let the fight begin!"

Darren and I closed. I punched him, but he blocked and rammed his shoulder into my gut. He picked me up and flung me over his shoulder so that I slammed into the ground. Shit! I thought. We were probably matched in strength, but Darren knew how to fight. I thought back to all the fights I'd ever been in. All my opponents had been shorter than me, less muscular than me or both. I'd always thought of myself as a fighter, but I wasn't. I was a bully. Darren seemed to have a lot more experience than me.

I jumped to my feet and tried to grab him. I was taller, so I thought I'd be able to gain an advantage in leverage. While I went for his torso, he ducked down and grabbed my waist. I was flying over his shoulder again. This time I broke the fall with my elbow, and it hurt like hell. I lunged and he sidestepped, delivering a powerful punch in the side of my abdomen. I'd come here expecting a beat down from a pack of werewolves. I was half-right. I was getting a beat down from one werewolf.

I landed a few good punches, but the fight went downhill from there. I was driven to try. In the end it didn't matter. Darren had a few bruises, but I lost. I ached in every muscle I had, including some that I didn't know I had. As the victor, Darren went first.

"Get on your hands and knees," he snarled. "I'm going to take you like a bitch!"

He whispered in my ear that he wanted to make me cum from being fucked in front of all his friends. He pounded my ass hard. I was loose from the stretching my ass had received today, so I wasn't feeling pain, just the pleasure of a well skilled man stroking my prostate with every thrust of his cock. I came before he did, with no one touching my cock. It was humiliating having the cum fucked out of me in front of them all.

He was the first, but not the last. Seven of them fucked me that night, including one of the women who'd brought along a large dildo that she shoved up my ass. "I'm going to hurt you tonight, tu puto maricon," she said. "I hate rapists, and you raped two sweet boys this week; odds are that you've done it before!"

She pushed my face down into the dirt and squatted over my back while she used two hands to thrust that dildo into my ass with all her strength. She was pulling it all the way out and punching it back in. Then I felt something warm and wet on my neck. She was pissing on me while she violated my hole. I wanted to defend myself, to argue that I had only raped one boy this week, but I knew that was a feeble excuse. I'd attacked Simon and beaten him until I'd cum, and I'd done the same thing to six other boys over the last two years. I hurt so bad, but I didn't even try to get her to stop.

I kept murmuring, "I deserve this for what I did. I deserve it."

Finally, the muscular blonde woman jumped off the rock and came over to the woman fucking my ass with the dildo. "That's enough, Vicky," she said. "I think you've paid him back enough."

Vicky stopped shoving the dildo into my ass and started slapping my back with it. "It's never enough," she said, but she stopped anyway.

Fourteen of them, including many of the women, gave me their three punches. Drew, Simon, the blond woman, and the slender man with the long, braided hair just watched. When they were done, Drew said, "The pack is satisfied. Unless you cross us again, the matter is ended."

He turned to my master and said, "We now hold you responsible for his behavior."

Dom smiled back at the pack leader and said, "And I hold you responsible for your pack. If one of them violates our agreement and lays a hand upon my property without my permission, you personally will be in violation of a binding magical agreement. Ask your spirit keeper what power that will give me over you."

I saw the slender blond man lean over a whisper in Drew's ear. I only heard one phrase, "... explain later..."

Dom took hold of my arm and led me over to my clothes. "Get dressed quickly," he said, "before one of them realizes that I am not protected by our agreement. Should they kill me, you would belong to them by right of conquest, so let's go quickly."

Once I was dressed, we walked back to the dorm. Dom didn't make me jog, and he didn't climb onto my back. It took us twice as long to get to our room than it had for us to get to the clearing, and it was after midnight when we got back. We went directly to bed.

 

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author's preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author's preferred reading order is The Pack Chapter 4.

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