I honestly didn't know I had it in me to write something like this. I don't usually do fiction well and have to really live something to write about it. It is loosely based on a 90 second video I have in my collection, my fetishes as well as other fucked up shit I have in my head.
I was on such a roll I finished it all in about an hour. I was hard the whole time and jerked off in between writing it and then, and hour later, doing my final edit.
It might be a little gruesome for some of you so be warned.
Let me know what you think
oh and thanks to my friends at gaytwogether for the pic. you guys rock.
The New Slave Boy
I watched from my not so distant cage as the young well muscled and naked slave boy sat on the cold stone floor and stroked his cock. He was only days new to our Master's collection of boys and being trained intensely. Only hours had past since his last session and was already horny and his cock hard. It had to be those supplements they feed us everyday. All of us boys have erections more often than not.
I think his birth name was Bjorn but that would soon change. We all get new names. It has been so long I don't even remember what my real name is. Taking a slave name is part of the training. We all go through it. It is better that we forget who we once were.
He was very different from the rest of us. Master usually doesn't go for the well-muscled type. He likes thin smooth boys like me but one's who can take his abuse. I am by far not his favorite but I can hold my own. I've lasted much longer here than other boys who are sent to the fields once used up.
Bjorn's head was shaved and he had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His entire body was smooth and hairless as the day he was born and his skin perfect and milky white. His muscles bulged everywhere. His pecs were perfectly square and I could count six perfectly well defined muscles in his stomach. I had only seen other boys like him in the fields but this boy had never seen the light of day from what I could tell.
He was attached, with heavy chains, to the wall by his hands and his ankles giving him only a few feet to move around. His bed was the stone floor, his dinner table was the stone floor, his bathing area was the stone floor and this toilet was the same stone floor. Each day at dusk the guards came by with a fire hose and washed the whole place down. The water is cold but we have learned to endure it. He still has it better than me though. I can't even stand or lay straight in my cage.
The boy was really working himself over, stroke after stroke. I couldn't help but stroke my own cock watching this magnificent beauty, but he paid no attention to me. Another straight one I assumed, about half of them are.
I looked around the dungeon at the other boys. They too had hard-ons and all eyes were on this new specimen. They didn't touch their cocks though.
Masturbation is the only way to mentally escape this place for just a few moments and he was certainly in another place. But masturbation comes with a heavy price. He rubbed his chest and abs and moaned in pleasure stroking his cock. I watched his biceps explode as he flexed. He was in heaven. I was in heaven. He was almost to completion, just as his trainer stormed through the door and pulled us all back into this hell we call home. "Boy! On your feet." The boy jerked to his feet. I was startled as well hoping the trainer hadn't witnessed my own transgression.
The trainer's whip hurled through the air and snapped the boy's hands. "Stand at attention." It was obvious the boy had trouble understanding what was happening. His hands fidgeted as he stepped back and forth on his feet nervously. His cock stood magnificently erect. It was much larger, proportionally, than the rest of his body. It almost looked as if it weren't his own but some other much larger gladiator.
He crossed his arms and rubbed his shoulders looking back at the trainer's feet shyly. "Stand at attention!" yelled the trainer. "That means hands at your side." The whip hurled at the boy again striking his arms. The boy responded and put his hands at his side. His muscular chest heaved and his abs contracted as he tried to catch his breath.
"Let's get started again. Who owns you boy?" He continued shifting his weight back and forth as the chains that bound him rattled. Silence filled the room.
The whip flew through the air again hitting the boy's torso. He screamed in pain. "You do sir. You own me."
"Wrong boy!" I heard the sound of the whip and the boy screaming again. I knew what it was like to be in his position. I knew the sound of the whip and the intense stinging sensations it brought. I knew the meaning of no mercy.
"Your Master owns you boy." Again, silence. I could see him thinking about what the trainer had said. His hands fidgeted and he shifted his weight again.
"Now who owns that cock boy?" The boy looked down at his hard cock. I looked at it too. The boy was taking too long to answer. I was so nervous. The boy was nervous. The whip hurled through the air and struck the boys cock. It bounced up and down becoming harder from the stimulation. "My Master. My Master owns this cock. This is my Master's cock," he said in desperation.
"What were you doing with your Master's cock when I walked in." Silence.
The trainer lifted the whip again. The boy screamed, "No, no more. I was abusing my Master's cock. I repent. Please. I was abusing my Master's cock."
"Do you think you should be punished for your crime boy?" "No," he whined. "But you're just going to do it anyway." The trainer lifted the whip again and the boy responded by covering his genitals. "You will not talk back boy. Uncover your genitals. Now!" The boy put his hands at his side and braced himself. The whip hurled through the air striking his cock. Pre-cum flew as it bounced back and forth. He clinched his fists. I could see the pain radiate from his cock throughout his body as he screamed in pain. The scene was intense and I felt sorry for him but couldn't help but be turned on by what I witnessed. I dared not touch my cock though for fear of paying for my own crime as we are not allowed to touch cocks that do not belong to us.
The trainer moved toward the boy, unshackled him from the wall. "Over to the bench." The boy shuffled over to the spanking bench and the trainer prepared him for his punishment.
With a large wet cane the trainer beat the boy on his back, legs and buttocks. I had a perfect view of the boys face and his hard cock. He grimaced upon each blow and his cock wiggled about upon impact of the cane. The trainer stopped in between sets and played with the boys cock, stroking it for his own pleasure, not the boys. Each time he brought the boy close to orgasm and then stopped. I couldn't tell which the boy thought more painful, not being able to cum or being beaten.
After fifty or so blows it was done and the boy was put back in his chains. He was exhausted.
The trainer turned his attention toward me. My heart stopped. He had seen me earlier and it was my turn to be beaten. At least that is what I thought. I was pulled out and shackled right next to the boy. "Clean him up and feed him," the trainer commanded. He threw a bucket of water, a towel, and bowl of food at us but I missed the bowl and it splattered all over the floor. " . . . and clean that up," he said as he exited the dungeon.
I bathed Bjorn with my bare hands and the dirty bucket of water. He whimpered when I touched his wounds and looked up at me. I could tell he was relieved the torment was over. He cock was still solid and even grew harder as I caressed his naked body. "That feels so good he said." I too was hard and my cock ached to touch his cock. I asked him to lay flat on the floor and continued washing down his back to his beautifully sculpted ass. His little pink anus puckered as the cold water slid by. He squirmed in pleasure as I fingered his hole shoving it in and out. Our master didn't care about our holes. He only cared that we didn't touch our cocks. Our cocks were his cocks and his alone.
I probed deeper into his anus as he lifted his torso. I had a full view of his cock again dangling erect and hard between his legs. My finger entered and exited his anus as he fucked the air. He moaned louder and louder and his air fucking became rhythmic. Soon he spilled his seed onto the stone floor and I moved under him quickly to lap up any evidence that he had cum. He turned me around and planted a kiss directly on my lips and then probed deeper with his tongue swirling the cum in my mouth.
He moved his hand down my thigh and grabbed hold of my cock. I moaned in pleasure as I hadn't been touched in weeks. I knew it was wrong. I knew I could be beaten for it but I couldn't bring myself to stop him. Within seconds I was cumming and cumming and cumming.
After he licked up my cum we lay back and spent the rest of the night chained together. It was heaven in hell at least for that night. He was taken away the next morning and I never saw him again.