I awoke in the sunlight of the new day in much the same position as I had fallen asleep. My hands had released their hug and lay at my side. Master lay asleep on top of me. His head rested on my chest and his nostrils emitted his warm breath across my right nipple. My legs were still curiously propped on his shoulders and were somewhat cramped from being in that position for so long. By now Master’s cock had softened and my ass had released its grip. I felt empty without him inside me. My ass could feel the cool wetness on the sheets where part of Master’s gift to me had leaked out during the night. I had a morning woody and the sensation of Master’s hairy chest tickling the underside of my swollen head was driving me crazy. More than the sun, I think that it was this fur massage on my genitals that woke me up. The heavy, but relaxed breathing of his sleep gave a regular rhythm to the massage and it felt as if I was being stroked slowly by a fist of tight curly hair. I lay there looking at Master. How handsome he looked! I wondered if I would be able to please him as he desired. I now wanted nothing more than that. I would take each day at a time and give every effort to make him happy. Master stirred a little bit and I tried to lie perfectly still. I did not want to disturb his sleep. He snorted a bit and turned his head to face the other direction, but seemed to drift back to sleep. As his chest continued to excite my dick, my ass hole began to twitch begging to be filled and I could feel that I was getting wet. Suddenly I sensed a stirring in Master. Yes, I was not sure a first, but now I could feel that his prick was moving and growing. In my position, it felt as if a large fat snake was slithering around my ass. My hole tried to find the head. I wiggled a bit to see if I could line it up with the action that was occurring. Soon enough I could feel the head pressing against the hole. Master was still sound asleep but a broad sleepy smile was spreading across his lips. I willed myself to relax and to try to open to him. The pressing was now only from the natural pressure of his growing erection. Master had not started any thrusting. I felt the head press through the first ring. I knew then that as he grew he would naturally fill my cavity. I gently wrapped him in my arms. I did not want to wake him, but I wanted to keep him in position to carry out my lustful plan. The pressure continued and I forced myself to relax even more. It took a vast amount of effort to do so. I was rewarded. I felt Master cross the threshold of the second ring. He was in me! Oh what a glorious feeling! I felt him thrust a bit with his hips and he was in to the hilt. I moaned quietly. Master did too. I checked again and he was still asleep, but in his sleep he started involuntarily to fuck me. The bucking was increasing with intensity and I could feel him swelling inside me with each thrust. For myself, I was on the edge of climax having all the hairy stimulation of his chest on my shaft. There was a snort and Master looked up sleepily towards me. “Huh? What? Uh? What the fuck?” he grunted, still working my butt. “Oh, slave, that feels sooo good! What a way to wake up your Master!” Master now reached his arms up and grabbed me by the shoulders and started pounding my ass as furiously as he had the night before. I felt like the log that attackers would have used to break down the doors of the castle. I was being rammed against the headboard again. The bed and camper shook. “Oh my God,” a voice outside shouted, “They’re going at it again!” Master did not hear or did not care. He continued his relentless pace until, in an explosion of ecstasy, he bred me with his creamy gift. Once again I exploded at nearly the same time. It felt so good to share out orgasms together. I knew it would not always be so, but I relished the times that we came together. He collapsed on me and panted for a while as he recovered. “Man, you’re a good fuck, slave!” Master kissed me. “We had better get up. We have a lot to do today.” Master raised himself up from me and he pulled his manhood out from me with a slight pop. I was suddenly empty and wished for him back. He pulled me up from the bed and took me to the shower. In the warmth of the shower and with the weight of the ball ring, my sac seemed to hang lower than it ever had. Master cupped my balls and fondled them a bit, muttering his approval. Master paid particular attention to my tits and cock as he washed me. He scrubbed them thoroughly. He even took time to try to clean down into my slit. After our shower, Master directed me to cook him his breakfast. When he was finished, I was permitted to eat any leftovers. I thanked him for his generosity. I then scrubbed the dishes until they shone. Master was very pleased! Master also commented again on what a good fuck I had been. I told him how wonderful it felt to have him inside me, how grateful I was for his seed, and how empty I felt already when he was not in me. Master sat in his chair and thought. A smile spread across his face. He went to a cabinet in the living room and opened a drawer. He pulled out a large black dildo and placed it on the chair. He went back to the bedroom and when he returned he was holding a black leather harness. “I think we can fix that emptiness,” he said. “In a fit of ego a few years ago at a leathermen’s convention, I allowed this company to make a casting of my cock and balls. They used it as the model for this dildo.” He held up the dildo in front of my face. “They sent me one for doing it. I never really used it for much till now. Come here.” I walked over to him and looked at the perfect black replica of Master’s manhood. It matched in size and shape perfectly. Every vein was correctly placed. I knew what it was for. I turned around, bent over, and offered Master my ass. He greased my hole and the dildo with a bit of lube and shoved it in. After the last two fuck sessions, the dildo went in easily. My ass also seemed less sore. Perhaps I was getting used to Master already. Master then put the slave harness over my chest and adjusted the buckles so that the rib straps went under my pecs and accentuated them. My nips sat perched on ridges of hard muscle. The straps were joined at the center of my chest and the center of my back with chrome rings. Solitary straps reached down from the rings in front and back aimed at my cock and my crack. Master took the strap in the front and attached it to the top of the ring that surrounded the base of my cock. He took the one in the back and slipped it down over my back, along my crack, through an insert at the base of the now inserted dildo, and under my scrotum to be attached to the bottom of the same cock ring. “There, that should hold it in.” The feeling of fullness was nearly the same as when Master was really in me. His latex balls even pushed into my ass cheeks. But it was not quite the same as the real thing. Still I felt much better with it in. And the harness made me feel incredibly sexy. My cock stood straight out at attention. “Well, I guess you like it,” Master said and giggled, spying my raging hard-on. “Yes, Master, I do. I like anything you do to me,” I answered eagerly. “Go, get our boots and clean socks, boy,” Master ordered. “We’re going for a little walk.” I fetched the boots and socks and I put them on Master and then on myself. Master attached the leash to my leather collar and we went outside. We walked down the camp road a few sites until we came to one with a little sign outside saying “Pins and Needles”. Under the awning sat a man in a chair. He was wearing a tank top and shorts, but nearly every exposed part of his body was tattooed. “Hey, Mac!” greeted Master. “How ya doing?” Mac replied. “I need some piercing done on my slave here,” Master stated. “Any ‘toos?” asked Mac. “Not today. But we’ll be doing one shortly. Just the piercings today.” Mac got up and went in his camper. When he came out he was carrying a plastic toolbox. He opened the box on the picnic table. It was filled with various items that were all apparently wrapped in sterile packages. Mac had me sit down on a kind of chaise lounge chair. He lowered the back until I was nearly prone. He pulled up a stool next to my right side, grabbed his box, and sat down on the stool. He placed the box on the ground beside him. Mac put on some rubber gloves. He reached into the box and pulled out a small bottle and a hypodermic needle. “No,” said Master. “No anesthesia. He’s my slave. He will take the pain.” “Not even local?” “No” I looked up at Master. I tried to conceal my fear and to give him a look that said I would submit to his wish. “Okay,” said Mac. “If that’s what you want!” “It’s what I want,” Master said flatly. Mac put the needle and bottle back in the case. He showed Master a tray of various jewelry items and Master selected the rings for my nips and for my PA. As he had told me yesterday, they were “beginner’s sizes” and he told Mac that we would be coming back on a regular basis in the coming weeks for increasingly larger sizes. Mac took antiseptic and scrubbed my nips hard. If the idea of having my nipples pierced was not erotic enough to make them get hard and stand out, the scrubbing and the coolness of the solution were. My nipples were like little erect penises. He took the jewelry and the piercing tool in his hands and asked me if I was ready. I nodded. He looked up at Master and he nodded. Mac jabbed the tool through the flesh of my right tit and pulled the ring through. The pain was indescribable! I screamed and writhed in pain. Master swung his arm and slapped me across the face. “Shut up, cunt!” he yelled, “Be grateful for what I’m doing to you!” Tears streamed down my face and I stifled my crying. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir! Forgive me, Sir!” I begged. Mac soaked up the blood with sterile gauze and applied a bit more antiseptic to the wound. He looked at me with a bit of compassion and up at Master with a bit of disgust. But Mac understood what was going on. He looked at me again and said gently, “One down. Two to go. Hold on! You can do it.” “Go on, Sir,” I said to Mac quietly. Mac repeated the modification of my flesh on my left tit. I bit my lip and stifled the cry, but winced. “What a damned pussy wuss you are!” yelled Master. “I ought to dress you up like a girl!” With tears of pain and impending humiliation streaming down my cheeks, I violently shook my head “No”. Oh, I hoped Master would not do that to me! I had pleased him so much in our common bed. I had failed him here. No, Master, treat me as a slave and beat me, but don’t dress me as a woman. Mac attended quietly to the second wound and watched my face. The pain was beginning to subside and the erotic awareness that I was now pierced “upstairs” was taking hold. A sense of pride in my two rings was growing in my gut and in my cock. This was good, I think, because it allowed Mac to accurately assess the positioning of the PA. He scrubbed my dick with the antiseptic and that helped even more. Mac has strong hands and even through the sterile gloves the warmth of his hand felt so good. He took the needed items and, before I knew it, there was a shot of intense pain and a statement of “Done!” Whether the penis was less painful or I had learned to steel myself against the pain, the third time was the charm. There were no additional tears, and not much of a flinch. “Now THAT’s my bitch, boy!” I heard Master say with pride. I smiled at him; happy he was happy with me. Again Mac performed some needed cleanup and bandaging. He sat beside me looking at his handiwork and telling me how I needed to clean and to care for the piercings. He looked at Master and told him that I should not have the piercings disturbed for a while until they healed. He outlined to Master what I could and could not do. I looked down at my modified chest and groin and looked up at Master with a smile. “Thank you, Master,” I said. Master looked down at me and smiled and began to rub his crotch. He was getting turned on at the sight of me. He liked what he saw. Master took Mac aside and paid him. I overheard them talking about “heavier gauges” and “tattoos” so I figured they were setting plans for me. Master came over and pulled me to my feet. He thanked Mac and we walked back up the camp road. The sensation of the three rings in my flesh seemed strangely new and, at the same time, comfortable to me – and very, very erotic. As we walked a couple of campers made admiring comments and that made me even more proud of what Master had done to me. When we arrived at Master’s campsite, Master turned to me. His manhood was fully erect and stood out like a hot poker from his body. He grabbed me by the shoulder and gave me a forceful kiss. I understood from that gesture that Master was proud of me, despite his scolding during my ordeal. He reached to my hand and put it on his man-dick and moved my hand to stroke him. I willingly complied. Master was allowing me to jerk him off! I heard him groan and knew I was doing it right. He reached down and took my weighted balls in his hand. He started to squeeze and release them. He continued to do this squeeze and release almost in time with my stroking. Within minutes we were both consumed in lust. The kiss was broken. Master was moaning with my ministrations to his shaft. I was gasping with the incredible feeling that I was going to explode just by Master manhandling my balls. I shuddered forcefully and streams of cum shot out of my newly pierced dick without Master having even touched the shaft. As he continued to squeeze, I was bent over panting and moaning with this incredible experience. I did not know that you could bring a man to orgasm in this way. The sight of me gasping and dribbling the remaining cum from my throbbing dick sent Master over the edge and he sprayed his juice up onto my hairy and harnessed chest. We fell against each other in exhaustion. I spent the rest of the day and most of the next week getting used to my role as slave and understanding what Master wanted me to do. He did not touch me sexually in anyway except to embrace and kiss me occasionally during this time. He said he was giving the piercings time to heal. From time to time he would take me over to Mac’s site and Mac would check my progress. I was healing well. From time to time the spots itched like crazy, but I did not touch them except as Mac had ordered. Early in the week Master and I dressed and drive into town on his bike. We cared for all the legal and financial matters that were necessary for me to leave my old life and to become Master’s slave. I wrote to my folks and friends and tried to explain my decision. I asked them to remember me as I had been and not to pursue me. I was happy now, I told them, happier than I had ever been. And so I was. As the end of the week approached I could sense the hormones raging in Master and his need to use me. I suggested that I could suck him or that he could carefully fuck me, but he declined. He said he had a bigger plan and that his own self-imposed deprivation would only enhance the plan. I wondered just what that plan was. Comments and suggestions to Ericjj33@hotmail.com
