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Nico’s eyes slowly blinked open. The room he was in was banal. Off white walls, a light grey carpet, and a double mattress on a wooden frame filled the space. The only other furniture was a matching wooden nightstand that held a travel-sized bottle of lube. His eyes drifted to the door, and if it weren’t for the unnatural sluggishness of his limbs, he would’ve immediately tried the handle.
The quiet thud of footsteps in the carpeted hall outside had him cramming his body into the nearby corner in a vain attempt to shield himself from the unknowns of his situation. A chain clicked outside, and the door swung inwards. Standing in the doorframe, illuminated by the yellowish light from the bedroom, was a tall sandy-haired man. His skin was tan and his shoulders broad, as if he spent quite a bit of time outdoors. His pale eyes immediately locked onto Nico cowering in the corner. A smile flashed across the corners of his lips, gone as quickly as it came.
The man pushed the door to the hall closed with his foot and strode over to sit on the edge of the bed. He placed his elbows on his knees and leaned forward to look down at Nico, a deep interest on his face. Nico felt like a rare specimen being examined by its collector.
“Come and stand in front of the bed so I can see you” the man ordered in a gruff voice. There was no need for him to speak loudly with Nico hanging on his every word. He rose on his wobbly legs and shuffled a few paces away from the wall to stand in front of the stranger. His hands wrapped around his middle, and he dug his nails into his tender ribs to ground himself.
“Aw, you look shy. It’s okay, I’m pretty nice to my slaves you know. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Nico’s eyes darted down to the man’s hands. They were large and calloused. He could feel a ringing beginning in his ears.
“I’m Luke, but you’ll call me Master. Nod if you understand.”
Nico nodded nervously, swallowing the lump growing in his throat.
“Now, take off your things. Go on, take them all off.”
He bobbed his head again and started peeling off his clothes. The thin black t-shirt first, then the grey sweatpants. This was a familiar routine, even if Luke was a stranger. No, not Luke. Master. Nico shook his head, as if to dispel the thought, and pulled off his socks. Then he stopped and looked over at his new Master.
“That too.” Luke said, gesturing to the blue boxers still hugging Nico’s bony hips. He slid the elastic down his legs and stepped out of them, his heart slamming against his chest as he stood naked in front of his Master.
Luke’s eyes scanned the pale boy. He was skinny and bruised, with chafe marks around his wrists and neck, and two long horizontal scars across his chest where his breasts must have been. It was a shame he’d been able to get those removed before being enslaved, Luke thought. But no matter. His long wild black hair could definitely stand to be brushed, and his dark eyes had the nervous look of a trapped animal. But, despite his state Luke couldn’t deny that the boy was disarmingly beautiful.
“They told me you were damaged, and they weren’t kidding, huh.”
Luke stood from the bed to pace around the trembling Nico, taking in the rest of his new toy.
“I like slaves who know their place. So, as long as you’re obedient, I won’t need to hurt you too badly. It’s important that you do everything I say though, okay? I’m not going to put up with any of your shit.”
Nico nodded obediently, following Luke with his eyes as his Master sat back down on the bed and beckoned to him.
“Come and sit here, on my knee. I want to play with you for a bit.”
Hesitantly Nico set himself down on his Master’s jean-clad lap, facing towards him. He fought the urge to cover himself with his hands, instead resting them on top of his thighs and fixing his eyes on them. Looking down was usually safe.
“That’s right, good pet” Luke cooed. “Now, your last owner told me you’re very receptive to humiliation.”
Nico squirmed uncomfortably on Luke’s lap and Luke ground his thigh up into Nico’s pussy in response, the rough fabric scratchy against his sensitive skin. He could feel his hands starting to shake and his breathing picked up. He didn’t like the direction this was leading, and his head gave the most minute shake.
“Don’t try and deny it. He told me all about how you should be punished. Personally though, I prefer to take another approach with my slaves. I think it’s kinder to make sure you understand your place all the time.”
At his Masters words Nico shook his head more strongly, his face flushing with denial and shame. His mouth felt dry with anticipation. Luke gripped his chin and pulled his head up, pinning him again with those icy eyes, his leg continuing to press up against Nico’s cunt.
“Don’t look so embarrassed. And look at me when I’m speaking to you. This is why you were made a slave in the first place, no? You should be used to it.”
Nico’s fearful eyes immediately jerked up to meet Luke’s hard gaze and his hands clenched in his lap, nails digging into his palms, his breath coming fast and shallow.
“You know, your old master told me that you were always a slut, deep down. You were always getting yourself into trouble, hm? You’re lucky he had the patience to train you at all, or else who knows where you would’ve ended up. Really, you’ve brought this on yourself, because you’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”
Nico’s eyes started to water in shame, but he obediently continued to meet Luke’s unflinching gaze.
“Aren’t you!?” Luke demanded, shaking Nico’s chin.
Nico nodded shakily, tears beginning to track down his pale face.
“And you’re going to be a good bitch for your new Master now, aren’t you?”
He nodded again and Luke pinched his sensitive inner thigh.
“You know better than that. Say ‘yes master.’” Luke instructed.
“Yes Master!” Nico squeaked out, his hands balling into fists in his lap. Luke let go of his thigh with a derisive laugh, leaving behind a small red mark.
“God, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
Luke stood abruptly, sending Nico tumbling onto the carpet with a gasp.
“Get up” Luke grunted, nudging him with the toe of his shoe, and Nico rushed to sit upright on his knees.
“We’re going to play a little game, alright? I want you to lie down here, face up.”
Luke gestured to the bed, and Nico hurried to comply. He lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, his stomach full of knots. Luke pulled a pair of thick black zip ties from the rear pocket of his jeans and carelessly fastened them around Nico’s raw and bony wrists, using a third zip tie to anchor them to the oak headboard. Nico felt his body thrum with panic, his jaw clenched to ward off the chattering of his teeth.
“Now” smirked Luke “let’s loosen up your jaw a bit. Don’t fight me, just let me open up your pretty little mouth.”
Using all the willpower he could manage, and motivated by the fear of potential punishment, Nico’s perfect lips parted, and his tongue lolled out. His eyes rolled like a frightened colt as Luke began to unbuckle his belt, but he didn’t move or speak.
“That’s right, keep it open, just like that” Luke said softly, straddling Nico’s chest. “Now, I want you to stare up at the ceiling and stay really, really still. Okay?”
Nico fixed his eyes on a water stain in the popcorned ceiling and held his body rigid and motionless under his Master.
“You’re going to just let me use you. Don’t move.”
Luke placed the heavy tip of his already leaking cock against Nico’s tongue, holding in there momentarily to gauge his new toy’s reaction. He was pleased to see his slave’s eyes remain fixed upon the ceiling.
“That’s right, I knew you were a good slut. Just like that.” He groaned, sliding his dick further into Nico’s soft wet mouth, making spit pool at the corners of his lips and his eyes begin to water anew.
“Keep staring at the ceiling and just let me use your mouth. You’re a good little cock sleeve, aren’t you? I bet you’re plenty used to this.” Luke mocked, continuing to slide his hardening dick back and forth across his slave’s tongue, poking at the back of his throat just to feel him gag underneath him.
“With that submissive little face of yours I bet men have been doing this to you your whole life.”
His Master’s thrusts became deeper, invading Nico’s throat. He tried to tune out the man’s words, but it was impossible. His panic had crumbled into a deep feeling of shame. He felt pathetic.
“Keep your mouth open for me” his Master ordered before dragging his cock all the way out and pinning Nico’s tongue against his chin. “That’s right, you’re mine now. This is my body to play with” he mumbled, pushing back into Nico’s mouth and huffing with pleasure when his toy’s throat spasmed around him. Nico struggled faintly against the invasion, his eyes darting from the ceiling to meet Luke’s.
“You want to satisfy me, don’t you? You don’t want me to hurt you. So just. Keep. Still.” He hissed through clenched teeth, punctuating each of his words with a sharp thrust. Nico reassumed his stillness, terror flashing through him as his eyes returned to the water stain in the ceiling.
“God, I never want to stop fucking your throat. You look so, so cute lying there. So helpless. So scared. You can’t do anything about it, can you?”
Nico let out a whine around Luke’s dick and in response Luke grabbed a fistful of his long tangled hair, sharply dragging him further onto his Master’s cock until his head was pressed uncomfortably into the blonde pubic hair.
“All the way in” Luke sighed. “I think I’m just going to stay here for a while, in your throat. You want me to pinch your nose for you? So you can focus on me?”
Nico’s eyes widened in a silent plea, and he moved to pull his head back, but it was too late. Luke had let go of his hair with his right hand and pinched his nose tightly between his thumb and forefinger. His left hand remained tightly locked in Nico’s soft black curls, trapping him in place, unable to run from the throbbing cock lodged deep down his tiny desperate throat. Luke grinned down at him, mischief dancing around his eyes.
“Of course you do” he cooed “I don’t want you to think about anything but my cock. Tell me little slut, can you feel it all the way down your throat?”
Nico could already feel his lungs screaming for air, he’d had no time to prepare for this sudden lack of oxygen. His hands pulled against the cuffs, but the ties didn’t budge.
“That feels nice, suffocating on your Master’s cock, doesn’t it?”
Nico was helpless to respond. It felt like a miracle when Luke released his nose and slid out of his raw throat. He gulped down every breath like a drowning man as Luke stroked his cock, that same sadistic smile playing at his lips. Tears, snot, and spit, all made their way down Nico’s ruined face. His lips were swollen, and he knew he must look like a mess.
“Aw, look at you. Couldn’t you breathe?” Luke said with false concern dripping from his tone. “You’re just so cute, aren’t you? Let’s try that again.”
Nico kicked against the bed, but he was helpless to stop his Master’s cock from sliding back into place and his large hand from once again pinching his nose shut. It was all happening too fast.
“All the way in” Luke moaned, stretching out the words with enjoyment. “You’ve always wanted to be used, haven’t you? I can tell. You’re a natural.” He scoffed. “Or maybe you’re just used to it. Everyone can see how dirty you are, it’s in your eyes. Your whole body. You’re just a toy for men like me to play around with.”
Nico could barely focus on his Master’s words. He was frantic in his struggle for air, and his whole body spasmed, desperate for a breath that wouldn’t come. He could feel his own struggles becoming weaker and weaker.
“You look so frightened, but you know this is exactly what you’re meant for.”
As the world began to blur Nico felt Luke’s cock retreat from his lips and again he hungrily rattled in a breath. The jolt of fear at the thought of what Luke may do to him if he passed out left him breathless again, now on the urge of hyperventilation.
“Fuck, I love seeing you choke like that. You like it too, don’t you?” Luke leered down at him. Nico could barely rasp out a weak “please, not again” as his eyes stayed fixed onto the ceiling.
“Yes you do” Luke said, his voice stern. “Let’s try one more time.”
For the third time Luke plunged down Nico’s throat and held his nose shut. Nico felt so dizzy that he couldn’t even struggle. His fingertips were tingling. Tears were streaming down his face and pooling in his ears. It was taking everything within him to remain conscious, and he clung to this shred of alertness by praying to gods that he no longer believed in.
“Oh yeah, fuck, nice and deep.”
Luke throbbed in his mouth. It felt like his Master was taking up every part of his body, his soul. Then he slid out for a final time and Nico plunged into a coughing fit in his rush for air.
“Have you enjoyed being my good little cock sucker?”
Nico let out a sob between his suppressed coughs, frantically turning his head to the side and attempting to hide it in the pillows. He clamped his teeth shut as tightly as possible, and his entire body trembled.
“Well, I don’t really care what you feel. You really need to get it into your head that what I feel is what matters. Did you forget that? You shouldn’t be thinking about anything but how you can service me. You should thank me for using you. What do you say?” Luke chided, his dick resting on Nico’s cheek.
“Th- thank you Master” Nico wheezed, the scrape of the words agony as they emerged from his beaten throat. If this is how his Master treated him when he behaved, then he didn’t want to imagine what would happen to him if he were to disobey.
“Good. I’m going to untie you, but we aren’t done yet.”
Luke produced a knife from his jeans and slid it between the zip ties, allowing Nico’s weak arms to flop onto the bed. He couldn’t summon the energy to move and dread sat heavy in his gut.
“Now, I want you to get up and bend over the bed. There’s some lube on the nightstand, see it? You can use a little bit. I’m feeling… generous today.”
With a herculean effort Nico dragged himself off of the bed and tottered over on his unsteady legs to pick up the lube. He squirted a small amount onto his still tingling fingertips, afraid to be too greedy and invoke a punishment. He leaned over the bed, propping himself up on one forearm and spreading his legs slightly to expose his pussy in the way that had pleased his old master. He reached between his legs and gingerly pressed the cold tips of his fingers to his cunt, sliding them around his entrance. Luke watched him from the edge of the bed, pants still undone, and a hand loosely rubbing his cock. Despite his fear of his Master Nico couldn’t help but feel thankful for the lube.
“No, not your cunt” Luke barked. “How stupid can you be? I thought you wanted to be a boy, so why do you think I’d care about that little pussy?”
A sob threatened to climb out of Nico’s throat, but he slid his lubed fingers up to his tight asshole, circling them around the rim.
“You’re such a stupid little thing, aren’t you? I think I’m going to have to punish you for a bit first now. You see that switch?”
Luke pointed to a thin strip of wood Nico had overlooked in his initial assessment of the bedroom, and Nico’s eyes widened in unmistakable fear.
“Bring it to me” Luke ordered.
“No! I mean, please Master, I’ll do anything. I’m so sorry, please have mercy on this stupid slut Master, I beg you” Nico babbled, his eyes darting rapidly between Luke and the switch.
The sharp glare Luke shot him made any further pleas whither in his throat. He stood, crossed over to the dreaded switch, retrieved it, and mechanically placed it into Luke’s outstretched hand.
“Now, lean back over the bed.”
Nico complied, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets in anticipation.
“Say ‘sorry master’” Luke ordered in the same cold voice.
“Sorry master” Nico hiccupped.
Crack! The first hit landed on Nico’s ass and he yelped but didn’t falter from his position.
“Say it again.”
“I’m sorry Master.”
Crack!
“Good bitch. Keep saying ‘sorry Master’ each time I whip you.”
“Yes Master.”
Crack, crack, crack!
An endless stream of blows rained down on Nico’s lower back, his thighs, his ass, and across his sensitive cunt. He felt like he was on fire. A garbled mantra of “sorry Master, sorry, sorry, sorry Master” poured from his lips as he sobbed into the bedsheets.
“You need to be beaten a little bit every day, don’t you?”
Crack!
“Yes Master, sorry Master!”
“You’re lucky I’m willing to do that. Not everyone would be so patient.”
Crack!
“You look so nice and… pink. I think I’m ready. What do you say after I teach you a lesson?”
Crack!
“Thank you Master!” Nico wailed.
“That’s right. You should always be grateful when you’ve made me beat you. Now open up that soft ass for me” Luke moaned, pulling Nico’s sensitive ass cheeks apart with his large thumbs to expose Nico’s barely-lubed hole. He lined up the blunt head of his cock and pushed into Nico’s unprepared ass. Nico shook with the pain, sharp gasps dragging themselves up his chafed airway. His eyes shot open when the head popped past his tight rim and his mouth hung open in a silent pained scream.
“See, you wanted to be a little boy so badly and now you’re getting fucked like one” puffed Luke, his voice strained from the pleasure. “Fuck, that ass feels so good. You love your new Master, don’t you?”
Unable to think of anything except the cock stuffing him fuller than full Nico couldn’t even manage a weak nod.
“You need me inside you all the time, don’t you? My little anal whore. Do you like Master’s cock?”
Nico felt like he’d been winded. Luke leaned forward, covering his slim back with his wide chest, and brushed his lips against Nico’s ear.
“Say ‘please Master, more.’” Luke whispered; his breathing labored.
Nico squeezed his eyes shut and braced his body against the bed.
“Please master… more.” He mumbled reluctantly.
“Good bitch” Luke groaned as he fully buried his cock in Nico’s ass. “Keep saying that.”
Luke began to thrust, slow and long and deep, into Nico. Every inch of his dick burned as it dragged, red hot, against his sensitive walls. Nico was ashamed to feel his toes curl and his cunt slicken. A physiological reaction and nothing more, he told himself. Nausea rolled up inside of him and he clawed at the bed sheets, searching for an escape from the overwhelming assault.
“More master, please, please give your little slut more” Nico begged in a desperate, practiced tone.
“Say ‘I don’t deserve you Master.’”
“I don’t deserve you Master!” He choked out at a particularly vicious thrust.
Luke’s hand came down on his ass and he yelped, the skin still hot and painful from his caning. Luke groaned when his hole tightened further at the slap.
“God, I can’t wait to fill you up.”
Nico could feel the pain decreasing with every thrust as his asshole was stretched to accommodate Luke. The slide of his cock became easier, until only the overwhelming, smothering fullness remained.
“Spread your ass open.” Luke ordered.
Nico reached back and gripped his insubstantial ass, pulling it apart to better expose his hole. Luke pulled out and Nico’s face burned with shame at the sensation of his ass gaping wide, stretched and ruined by his Master. He heard Luke sneer behind him before easily slamming his cock back through the opened rim. He slid all the way out before pushing back in again and again.
“You’re so lucky to get to serve me, aren’t you?”
His Master began spanking his sensitive ass in earnest, Nico's hands flying back to the bed to better brace himself against the blows. His ruined hole clenched against Luke’s dick with every slap.
“Unh- yes Master! Thank you Master!” Nico wailed.
“All you’ve ever wanted is to be used, isn’t that right?”
“No Master, no, please!”
“Oh yes it is. I knew from the moment I saw you. You have ‘rape me’ written all over your eyes.”
Luke grabbed onto Nico’s prominent hips with one hand and yanked his head back with the other, arching Nico’s back and fucking him in earnest as he cried out. From humiliation or pain, he wasn’t sure.
“This feels natural to you, doesn’t it? Just a man and his… property.”
He could feel the pleasure snaking its way through him again, and he hated himself for it.
“That’s right, just let me take your ruined little hole. Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.” Luke moaned, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. “Are you ready for my cum?”
Nico nodded vigorously. As soon as Luke came this could all be over.
“Yes Master, please, please, pleasepleaseplease” he keened, genuine desperation filling his voice.
Luke groaned and stilled deep inside his hole, his grip on Nico’s hips bruising. Nico felt his Master’s hot cum coat his battered insides and almost sighed in relief. It was over. He tried to ignore how his now-soaking cunt throbbed in response.
“That was good” Luke panted, resting his sweaty forehead between Nico’s trembling shoulder blades. “It feels good having my cum inside you, doesn’t it? I think we should keep it in there for a while.”
Nico squirmed forwards half-heartedly, away from Luke’s cock, but was swiftly dragged back onto the softening length.
“No no don’t move. I’m staying inside you. I like to pee after fucking. Just stay where you are, I’m going to piss inside you. Would you like that?”
“NO!” Nico shrieked, energy returning to his limbs. He kicked his legs back towards Luke and tried to wiggle away but his struggles only served to amuse the larger man. He loved how easy it was to get a reaction out of the boy.
“Yes you would. You want what I fucking tell you to want.” Luke hissed, pinning him to the bed with a rough hand at the small of his back. His cock rested at the rim of Nico’s gaping hole.
“I’m going to piss in your warm helpless little ass. Now, close your eyes, stay still, and wait for your master to pee.”
Nico went limp, squeezing his eyes shut as the humiliation of it all filled his body. He was so small under this man. Helpless to his every whim.
The hot stream of his Master’s pee began to fill Nico’s asshole. It was a sensation like no other. He sobbed into the bed as his cunt throbbed. It felt like Luke would never stop, he was so full, and it hurt. His pussy clenched and Luke gave a breath of relief.
“That feels soooo good. That feels so right, doesn’t it? You being my hole? You like that, don’t you? Letting me fill you up with my piss?”
Nico shook his head, squirming and whining at the sensation until finally Luke pulled out of his hole, leaving it wide open.
“You’re such a good toy aren’t you? So pathetic, your cunt dripping down your legs with my piss filling up your ass. I’m going to make sure that little hole of yours is never empty. Would you like that?”
Nico nodded mindlessly, his brain finally, blissfully, mercifully, detaching from reality as heat continued to radiate from between his shaking legs.
“I suppose you’ll just have to crawl if you’re going to keep all that piss and cum inside of you. If I find you’ve let some of it out I’m not going to be happy.”
Luke stood up from the bed, buckled his jeans, and crossed over to the door. Nico didn’t even look up as he left, didn’t turn his head as he heard the chain slide home in the lock, didn’t even move as the footsteps retreated down the carpeted hallway.