Jaxon
Freedom is painful!
I take a towel that I've been using all week, and dry the sobbing boy off, and talk to him.
“We're gonna go inside, slave boy, and get comfortable then we are going to have a talk, and you'll come to understand why you need this Jaxon,” I say. You'll be so shocked when you learn the truth about yourself, about freedom, and why you are meant for this, boy. And you'll thank me.”
His cries are a sweet tune to me, Sobbing Jaxon sings the blues haha. He's also screaming and turning red in the face. I should take a picture, I think. But damn! I think I have his tramp stamp figured out now, haha, I think, as I finally start releasing the chain, letting his arms lower down, and help him to stand up as I disconnect the boy from the chain. He's wobbly haha. Weak boy! He's meant to be on his knees anyway. He really doesn't understand how he's been blessed by coming to be my possession. Boys beg me for this all the time, he should be grateful.
Feeling the need to keep putting the “fear of Master” into the boy's head, on a deeply seeded level that is, I grab the sniveling boy by his throat and squeeze hard, choking him. His eyes bulge in desperation and fear. Plus dread. What pretty eyes the bitch has, when he's pleading with them. I can see into his soul, and I see the real Jaxon, long wavey hair, subtle make up highlighting his features, and his knees showing proper respect.
“There he is, I see you in there slave boy. Master has you now, your safe,” I say. This really makes Jaxon scream into the penis gag, I laugh. Then, I grab him by the scruff of his neck and using my palm, I push the gag deeper into his mouth, making him choke on it.
“Stop your screaming, bitch. It's only making you a weaker and more pathetic boy. No matter what Jaxon, you have lost this, now be smart and cooperate. I'm a reasonable man. Promise me you'll behave and I won't have to make you suffer in this manner. Now. Shake your head yes, and we'll go inside, where it's warm and I'll let you lay down on a bed and get warm.” I look the boy in the eye, he's shivering, knees wanting to buckle. His eyes fill with resignation as he lowers then, sniffling, and shakes his head in the affirmative.
I gently brush his cheek with my fingers, and say nicely, “Good boy.” Then I lead him into the house, he follows me like a lost puppy, as he looks at his pants and underwear on the ground.
“Leave them boy. You don't need them anymore. I'll dress you.” He shivers at that. I smile. We enter the house, and its warm. I can tell he feels it as he relaxes some and his shivering from the cold slows down.
“Come on boy, let's get you comfortable, I said we'd get comfy," I say, taking him down a hall in a room with a bed. I guide him to it, and sit him on the edge at the foot of the bed.
“Look at me Jaxon, “ I command. He looks up, his eyes red and blood shot. I can see him contemplating, that's adorable.
“We need to talk faggot, but first I want you snuggled in,” I tell the boy. He looks confused. No sense in explaining when action speak louder, right? I smile at faggot, then reach out, grab his hair and pull him by his head until he's laying on the bed, screaming…again. Hope he's not a screamer when being fucked haha. But some guys get off on that.
He's squirming, trying to kick, but he can't with his legs shackled together, arms still restrained behind him. His screams muffled by the gag. I reach behind the head board and clip a chain to the collar.
“Don't go anywhere, boy, fun’s just beginning,” I whisper in his ear then bite the lobe as I rub his chest. This is followed by me reaching over the slave, and pulling out a cuff attached to a mattress strap, and cutting his hands free, I cuff his left wrist, then his right. Now for the fun part, I grab hanging under the bed and yank hard. This pulls both arms out at an angle, and restrains them tight. Again, stressing his worn out shoulders. More pain to feed the submissive in him, and to break that pathetic free boy persona he's been living as a lie.
I quickly disconnect his ankle cuffs, and attach them to each ankle, I yank hard on another strap, and legs get pulled apart, stretched roughly, causing more stress on his joints, especially his hips. He's whimpering in his gag. Absolute abject fear rolling off him. Smells so succulent.
I grab a riding crop, showing it to him, and slap my palm with it, making a loud sound that jars the boy. I look at him. And ask, “Are you a free boy?” And he screams yes through his gagged mouth.
Whack! I land an impact on his balls and caged penis. He yells.
“Are you a free boy?” He screams fuck you, yes I am.
Whack! Whack! He screams. I keep this up for another 30 minutes, and not just on his balls, all over his thighs, belly, chest, and his nipples. He's covered in red spots all over. He's in pain from twisting and pulling on the restraints. He's wrecked emotionally. He's physically drained. I walk over, gently stroking his cheek, then I remove the gag, and massage his cheeks. He mutters in a weak, pathetic voice, “Please…no more. I can't take it. It hurts…” He's pleading as looks up at me, his eyes begging for this to end, to stop the pain.
“You want the pain to stop, Jaxon?” I ask. He says yes by nodding and sobbing.
“Freedom hurts faggots, Jaxon,” I say, as i sit next to him, and slowly rub his welted tummy, “It gives them delusions of grandeur, Jaxon.”
“Noooo,” he cries out.
Whack! I land another impact squarely on his stomach. He lurches and twists, and yelps loudly.
“See? You think have the freedom to disagree, boy, and it hurts you,” I say. He whimpers. “Freedom isn't for you Jaxon. If it was, you wouldn't be here. You were always meant to be my property Jaxon. Accept, and surrender your freedom to me. Then the pain stops.”
He murmurs no, shaking his head. Tsk tisk, I think, as I land 2 more hard impacts right on top of the last spot. I can tell he saw stars that time
“Tell me you are my property Jaxon, or keep hurting because you won't let go of your delusions, dumbfuck!” I say as I lift my hand, raising the riding crop into his view.
Seeing my hand rise up, the crop firmly in my grasp, I make a show of getting ready to land another painful impact on the doomed boy. He stutters, and does his best to say the words I'm demanding but he's struggling. I land two more blows on his belly. Damn, that spot is glowing, and he mutters in despair.
“Say it now, slave boy, or I'll beat you all day long, faggot!” For added emphasis, I use the crop on the left cheek of his face, then decide he needs more incentive. I quickly move to his feet and start slapping the bottoms roughly.
“Say it faggot, and the pain ends. Or keep being a dumbfuck shit for brains punching bag!” And keep landing blows to the bottoms of his young, tender feet. The bottom of one's feet are extremely tender. The boy is suffering. He's fighting, but after 10 minutes of that torture, he finally breaks down, and screams…
“I'm your property! OK? Please stop.” He pleads. Nice, but not good enough.
“Try again, slave!” And land a blow on top of his right toes.
“Sir, I'm your property sir,” he says between sobs. Nope, that's not it.
“Sir? That's what you call other men, but not me bitch,” four more impacts, these on his thighs, ringing loudly as his flesh turns red again.
“What i am, Jaxon? Say my title bitch!” Whack! Right on his destroyed, pain wrecked balls. He yess, squirms, and says it. Finally! Damn he's ignorant haha.
“Master! I'm your property, and you're my mmm..mmmmaster. please, no more Master,” he cries.
“Good boy, Jaxon. You just took an important step in your pathetic life. The most important step ever,” I say. Then walks from.the room, leaving him there, crying, body aching. What a good time. I think. We'll have to play some more hehe.
I return a few minutes later, with a bottle of green looking lotion. “This is an aloe ointment, with some lidocaine in it. It'll soothe you and relieve the pain Jaxon. Then we'll get you dressed up, slave.” I say as I start rubbing the ointment on him. It's cold, from the refrigerator, and he starts feeling its effects immediately.
“What do you say, boy?” I ask him. He doesn't disappoint me.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Feel better?”
“Yes, Master,” he answers. He's moaning some.
“That's a good boy. See. No more pain when you accept your destiny, boy,” I start rubbing his balls, and see the pleasure he's feeling there. He leaks some precum. I rub a finger through it. Then show it to him.
“See boy, even your penis knows the truth.” Then smear the precum on his lips, “Taste your destiny, faggot. You want this and soon you'll be showing me proper gratitude.”
He just moans, broken and defeated, I now have him. And after I bred him, he'll be in love with his new life. Amazing what pumping a boy full of cum does to his heart, haha. However, that'll be later. Gotta get on the road, it's almost sunset. I don't want to be here when the snow comes. I leave my trussed up slave alone again, and he whimpers. I know he's fearful of what I have planned next. Oh well.
I return with some clothes I bought specifically for him, “Time to get you dressed boy, and look what Master has for you, your new panties!” And show him the panties again.
“I'm going to release your legs, Jaxon. I suggest you don't do anything stupid, or I'll be forced to really punish you. And you have no idea how bad that can get, dumbfuck, so don't be a…dumbfuck, ok?” I say then squeeze his nuts for effect.
He moans, and says, “Yes Master, I understand.” Good boy, I think. Then release his ankles. I take the panties and put them on, with him actually cooperating. Nice! Then I release his wrist and take the chain from the collar. I gently help him sit up. Handing him the clothes, I tell him, “Gets dressed faggot. Then strip the bed, and put the sheets in a pile next to door.”
He quickly complies, but didn't acknowledge the command. He needs training, polishing. A faggot “in the rough”, soon he'll shine like a cut diamond. Damn he's a pretty slut. Too bad there's no time for a blow job, hehe.
I watch my newest acquisition as he does as told. When he's finished, he goes to sit on the bed. But I quickly put a stop to that nonsense.
“Don't you dare sit in my presence, boy. That's disrespectful! On your knees like before, now, FAGGOT!”
He whimpers as he does as told, dropping to his knees.
“Spread those legs faggot! Hands on your thighs, palms up, eyes down, dumbfuck.” I bark at him as I walk to him, the crop magically appearing in my hand again, I walk around him, then slap his ass some as I continue, with his training, “Back straight, no slouching, boy. Legs wider, stretch that groin, bitch,” I say as I use the crop to correct him. The impacts aren't hard enough to cause pain, just hard enough to remind him who's in control here, and reinforce my instructions.
He's now in a proper position that he'll soon fall into immediately when I or any free man approaches him. He'll learn proper behaviors and etiquette, or he's going to be bruised. Either way, I'll make money off the boy's holes. Just, bruised whores usually attract a rougher kind of man, and they get abused in the sack, meaning more bruises. No worries though, I'll be fine, right? Haha
“Now. Pay attention Jaxon. We're leaving, time to go to your new home Jaxon. It's a big, beautiful home, and you'll live in comfort, with other boys. There's no stopping that, shit for brains, so don't try! You haven't suffered the worse I can do to you. I'm binding your hands again, but I'll keep your ankles unshackled, if you promise to behave, boy. Understand me?”
“Yea..” slap! on the face.
“What the fuck you just say, boy!?” I ask angrily, “Answer me properly, bitch.” I demand.
“Yes, I understand Master,” he blurts out with more sobs.
“And stop that whining faggot, or I'll give you something to whine about, shit head!” I say, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. Looking down at the boy, seeing the look in his eyes, fear mixed with a lust, I smile then lean down and kiss the boy. He welcomes the kiss and I feel a small moan escaping his throat.
Twenty minutes later, he's restrained, with a hoodie on him and zipped up, in the car, seat belt secured. I get in next to him, and laugh, as I say, “You and being in the car with me, what fun. Remember last time?” I ask as I laugh. He remembers alright. And bam! Another needle pokes the boy, and out he goes. Good. The poor whore needs her sleep. Haha.
Then off we go, headed home. A master and his slave whore, taking to the roads for adventure, haha. Passing through Alabama to take Jaxon home, I run across a another faggot, Johnboi, and can't help myself…
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