Fiction
Story by: Mike Miksche
October 18, 2020
After all this time, I was finally face to face with Master B. He had me meet him at an old carpet factory in Mission Hill that had been converted into condos. He told me to go to suite 506. Before I arrived, he told me that I was going to have to make a crucial decision, and he asked me a question. It was an important question but he didn’t want me to answer until we met. He also told me that every bit of me now belonged to him, especially my cum. He warned me not to forget that.
I was naked except for a slave collar. There were two boys there too, both wearing the same hood that I had on. They started to play with me because that’s what I thought Master wanted. Soon, though, one of them was trying to get me off with the way he was sucking my dick. They wanted to make me cum, but I knew my cum was for my Master.
Master watched from a black leather armchair. He had an executioner’s hood on.
“Stop,” I told the guy sucking me, “I’m gonna cum.”
This got him going even more, and he went at me harder, grabbing each one of my thighs so that I couldn’t move. He was determined to take my cum.
The one behind me wrapped his arms all the way around my chest, restraining my upper body. He tried to kiss me again, but I kept pulling my face away; he left saliva all over my hood.
I looked over at Master, who looked back at me. He wasn’t smiling anymore. Instead, he subtly shook his head left to right. The more I fought, the more I felt myself losing control like I was sinking in quicksand. I refused to give up—I wasn’t going down like this—and so, I struggled until I was finally able to release my right leg. I kneed the guy down below right in the nose as hard as I could, then kicked him to the ground.
Master stood up in his chair.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the one behind me said with a thug-like lisp, which I recognized. He was the guy who’d thrown me out of the hotel room after my training-camp interview. I kept twisting my body in his arms and managed to release my right arm just enough to elbow him in the stomach once, then a second time even harder so that he let go. I turned around and socked him one in the face. He dropped to the ground like a sack of shit.
The rush of the struggle blasted through me; it took everything I had not to keep going, pounding them until they were completely bloodied and bruised. I had to calm down, though, assuming that wasn’t what Master wanted. Then, he started chuckling. “You don’t fuck with my boy,” he said. “You are your Master’s boy, aren’t you?”
The two guys got back up and were about to go at me, but Master shouted, “Enough! You boys had your chance. Leave!” The one who I’d kneed noticed that he was bleeding under his hood. Teary-eyed, he was about to go for me anyway, but Master repeated, “Enough!” The two of them looked at each other like they weren’t sure what to do, still catching their breath. “I said leave! Go! Shoo!” he mocked. “Go home. It’s not your day, boys.”
They walked out. I could hear them putting their clothes back on in the hall.
My whole body was trembling, so I placed my hands on my thighs to try to calm myself down. “I’m sorry, Master…” I started to say, but he shushed me.
“Not until they’re gone, boy.” He walked over and stood to my side. Once the two had left, he turned to me. “You’re sorry?” he said. “What for?”
“I don’t know what got into me.”
“I know exactly what got into you.”
“ I wasn’t sure whether…”
“…You weren’t sure whether I wanted you to play with them?” He laughed. “I know that. You did everything you were supposed to do, boy. You’re very impressive, but that’s why you’re my boy and nobody else’s.”
“Okay. Thank you, Master.” He crossed his arms and stared at me like I was supposed to say something else. “My cum is yours?”
He snickered. “What?”
“My cum is yours, Master.”
“Your cum is mine. Good boy. You didn’t forget. Sometimes, I’m going to have you play with other boys, but you’re never to cum with them.”
“I’ll always do whatever you tell me to, Master.”
“But why aren’t you presenting yourself to me, boy?”
He was right; why wasn’t I? How could I have forgotten? “I’m so sorry, Master.” I spread my legs, put my hands behind my head, and flexed the small of my back. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, boy. I know you’re just excited.”
“I shouldn’t have forgotten, Master.”
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“Because I got into camp?”
“Have you thought about the question I asked you?”
“I knew the answer as soon as you asked me, Master.”
“That wasn’t what I asked, boy,” he said sternly. “I asked whether you thought about the question.”
“It was all I could think about. Yes, I’m ready to give everything up for this. I’ll quit my job, give up my apartment, whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Of course, Master.”
“Well, good. Then, once I breed you, there’s no going back. This will be your life, and you’ll be with me. Do you understand that, boy?”
“Will you breed me once I finish camp?”
“I’ll breed you tonight if that’s what you want.”
“What about camp?”
“There is no camp, boy. What we have here is so much bigger than some camp.”
“What?” I felt like I’d missed something. “Am I not going because I didn’t do well in the interview?”
“I said there is no camp. Didn’t you hear me?”
“I don’t get it.”
“It doesn’t exist. You’ll still be trained to serve under me, directly under me, but for different reasons.”
“Wait, what?”
“You’ll still be trained to serve, but for different reasons.”
“What reasons?”
“You’re going to be one of us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you trust me, boy?” Silence. “Huh? Speak up! Do you trust me? Michael, what is it? Say something.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” He stood up and took the executioner’s hood off. This was the moment that I’d been waiting for: the chance to finally see what he looked like. I should’ve been excited, but I couldn’t look at him.
“I need you, boy,” he said. “Look at me. Please. Look at me!” I turned my head. “You don’t trust me?”
“I do.”
“You do what?”
“What?”
“I do, Master.”
“I do, Master.”
“You’re going to be mine to serve me whenever I need you, which will be always. How does it make you feel to know that I will always need you?”
“Good.”
“Just good? The door is right there, Michael. This is your chance to leave, and if you do, I’ll understand. But if you do go, you’ll never see me again. I’ll disappear.”
“If there is no camp, then what is this?”
“You want to know what this is? We find people online in the same way that I found you. We do research and figure out what kind of people they are. If they seem decent, we disappear and tell them that they didn’t make the cut. That they didn’t get into camp.”
“Am I not decent?”
“Let me finish, boy. If they give us any reason to believe that they’re bad guys, then we take all the videos that we recorded during the conversations on Skype…”
“…You were recording all of that?”
“Yes. Correct. All of it. We may even bring them in for an interview, which is recorded too for extra leverage if they’re high profile enough. Then, we make them pay us a lot of money or we release the videos to their family, their work, whoever. Friends, neighbors.”
“Are you blackmailing me?”
“Let me finish!” he shouted. “Every so often, we find someone who we think has the potential to do what we do. Then, we bring them in for an interview. We want to see if they can serve, follow orders, and be a part of our network. We have 32 men in our organization: Masters, slaves, Sirs, and subs. When I saw you, I knew you belonged with us. Then I realized that you needed to belong to me. We found each other, boy; that’s what matters most. Do you understand?”
“How could you blackmail those people?”
“Those people don’t care about people like us, Michael. They want to hurt us and use us. We mean nothing to them; they see us as expendable. I know all about you, and I know that you know the sort of people I’m talking about. Those are the people we go after. I’ll never let anyone fuck with you again. Yeah, the camp isn’t real, but everything else is.”
For the first time, I really looked at his face. Despite his sadistic streak and stern facade, there was a tenderness in his grey eyes and in the subtle grin that was forming on his face. His tenderness was what had sucked me in the most. I could hear it in his voice too. He cared about me. When I looked back at him, I knew that he cared in a way that nobody had before. I believed that he wanted to make me better. And I wanted to be better for him.
“I asked you to come and find me,” he continued, “but you haven’t found me yet. You’re close, but you have to trust me. Do you?”
“I do.”
“You trust me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Say it.”
“I trust you, Master.”
“Say it again.”
“I trust you, Master!”
“I knew that you were special the second I saw you. We have this bond; I know you can feel it too, can’t you? Am I right?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You’re going to join us? To be one of us?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Once I breed you, there’s no going back. Do you understand?”
“I understand that is what I was meant to be, Master.”
His smile grew wild. He walked back over to his chair, took his leather jeans off, and sat back down. He was rock hard. “Now, sit on it, boy. I need to cum in you so bad.”
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