New Master: missedstations & flassche

[missedstations]

Ezra had been born and raised to serve, and he was happy to. His master was kind and handsome, and he was happy when he saw his master's smile after he had done something right. He was used for pleasure only, so it was not too difficult. The small one room apartment was his only, a cleaner came every week, and shopping was delivered every few days. The only rule was that he was not allowed to leave: he might have the keys to the front door, but he did not have the ones to his collar. Just simple polished steel, locked close around his throat. Never removed, etched with a serial number.

Every morning, he got up, showered, made sure that he was neatly shaved both above and below. Then he'd get dressed and do nothing much all day, just waiting to see if master would visit. He could watch television, or play games. If it already started getting dark, he'd cook for himself, if master came for both of them, whatever was asked of him. He could only do things that were brought to him, but master was kind and bought him books, new games, music. Sitting on the balcony with a coffee was enough of going outside.

Once, master had bought him a grey kitten, and sometimes jokingly Ezra called it 'Little Master', even as it purred in his lap. Now grown up, the cat was his only real company. He didn't mind. When master didn't come, the cat coiled up on the pillow next to him. He wasn't lonely.

Sometimes master would take him out, order him to dress up in something more formal than jeans and a shirt. Ezra would then spend the evening on his knees next to his master's chair. Such things were mostly boring, and the conversations never concerned him. But he did know that people liked looking at him. He was slender and pale skinned, with red hair tied back into a ponytail. Master liked it long, so Ezra had no complaints. He suspected that master liked him to look at least a little feminine. He made sure to look after himself – to keep his skin soft and out of the sun, to keep it without a single blemish or freckle. Not even scars, and master preferred not to break his skin for exactly that reason: it was lovely. Master liked to lie him down and run his fingers up and down it, following the lines of veins. He liked lying on the wide bed like that, especially after master was done fucking him...

Once a month, the doctor came to look over him, to make sure that he was healthy. Master did not use protection, and expected Ezra to be clean. The doctor would look over him from head to toe, checking for any sign of disease or that he might not be looking after himself properly. Ezra hated that. Being touched by someone else was never pleasant.

The doctor came at the wrong time this month, and took more tests than usual. It made him uneasy. And master hadn't come in almost a week, even if everything else happened like all the other times. That made him a little uneasy, and after the doctors visit, he was chewing his nails and stroking the cat absently. He was trying not to worry, but usually master came at least once every few days...

 

[DamianRuyin]

The purchase happened on a whim. He and his father were at a fine banquet when he had spotted Ezra, the young youth lingering in his eyes. “I’ll take that one, father” he pointed at the slave as his father nodded. A weak ago his former slave had died. She had served Lance for five years, finally dying of exhaustion. Lance did not mind, he was bored of her anyway. Erza bore a resemblance to her. The bright red hair was like fire to him. He wanted that fire.
His father had bribed the former owner of Erza with an offer her could not refuse. Within a week all the documents were signed and Lance was Erza’s new owner. The tall youth grinned as he read its name. “Erza?” He licked his lips for what was to come.

He had ordered a full inspection of the slim boy.
He wanted it to be completely healthy for what was to come. The doctor was wrapping up his tests when the door opened. Lance entered the hall oozing arrogance. His fine tailored suit spoke volumes off his wealth, and he wore it like it was nothing. Grinning he looked at his new slave, not caring it was still naked. “I see you are done”. It was not a question; he just stated he should be done and get the fuck out. The doctor nodded furiously and grabbed his bags, almost slamming the door behind him.

Sitting down he began to chuckle. The young boy, baring his flesh, looked uneasy. Placing his right leg on the other he began to speak. “Erza. Erza. Erza. What should I do with you” He let its name roll off its tongue with as much disgust as he could muster. Staring at his collar he began to grin. “I see your former owner had at least some clue what he was doing.” He grabbed a small flask from his hand, taking a sip when it touched his lips. The tall man had pitch black hair, reaching to his shoulder. It was well trimmed and taken care off. It had such a gracefulness to it, his devilish smile ruined it. His deep blue eyes eyed him from head to toe. “Short and feminine” He spoke again like it was not a question.

He licked his lips again as he raised an eyebrow. “Your old master did inform you right?” As he watched the boy’s reaction he began to chuckle again. “I see. Splendid.. splendid” He walked towards the boy, his 6”4 tall frame casting a shadow on Erza’s form. His strong hands went for the collar, pulling him behind him. “Follow me now” He spoke as if he had a choice. They went directly towards the bedroom, leaving no other explanation for what was to come. “I require your flesh” He spoke, while thrusting the boy on the bed.

 

[missedstations]

Ezra's face only showed shock. No, no one had actually bothered to inform him that he had been sold like any other piece of furniture, but what was going on clicked very quickly. He would have liked to see the papers, but no one would probably offer that to him either.

It looked like a response was unnecessary. He shied away from Lance, however, spooking the cat. Funnily enough, he had felt far more covered up with Little Master on his lap, but... He went bright red at the laughter, embarrassed and looking away. He didn't like this man's tone, and he gritted his teeth. “I wasn't told.” The lack of any form of honorific was telling. Ezra didn't like it, and he wouldn't like it. He'd rather continue cuddling the cat, but it was probably hiding on top of the fridge right now.

He had never before appreciated that anything could be done with him by his master. He had never before realised that he might not even like his master... There wasn't anything he could imagine liking less than being under this man. Ezra wasn't stupid, he knew what he was for. He knew what it was someone would buy him for. After all, he had been proud that he did not have to do hard physical labour, but only wait on someone else's pleasure. He liked making people happy.

But he didn't like being pulled along by his collar. Who the hell did that sort of thing? They should know that all they needed to do was order him. He was trained. He had some pride. Without even thinking, he pulled back on the hold, not that it got him anywhere. He still got dragged over to the bed. The sheets hadn't been changed in a few days – absurdly he wondered if this man would be angry at that.

 

[DamianRuyin]

As the boy fell down on the bed, face down of course. Lance began inspecting his rear. The pale white skin, covering the two well-shaped orbs. He grinned as he came up with an idea. “You need a little more color” He had not finished uttering the last word when his hand slapped his behind, forming a nice red handprint on his once perfect skin. “a bit more don’t you think? Hmhm” Twice more he slapped the white ass, leaving a sensitive red ass behind. His fingers went towards the center of his orbs, pulling them apart. The little member and tiny scrotum were appealing to him. He liked boys who appeared girlish in nature. If dressed properly, the boy could get away with looking like a girl. He would probably have to do that one day. His master liked degrading his slaves.

Staring at the little pink hole, resembling a starfish, he decided to torment the little brat even more. He slid his index finger inside of his rectum, not caring he was not oiled up or wearing a ring for that maneuver. He hoped to hear the boy yell out in pain or disgust. It was such a nice thing to hear, the honest crying of pain and torment. “I shall stop hurting you, if you call me master.” He grabbed hold of the boy’s small scrotum, clutching it tightly in his left hand. The grip was a bit painful, but it would not leave him with permanent damage. His right hand began exploring his slim body, teasing both nipples when he found them. He pinched them both to his heart’s content. He only left them when they were both hard enough to stand erect. “Either Master or Sir shall suffice.”

 

[missedstations]

He squeaked when he was spanked. Unexpected. But then again, that was one of the things his previous master had liked his skin for. A little spanking, and Ezra's ass could be as red as his hair. The other two blows did not get similar sounds out of him. Still, he spread his legs a little when the man pulled his cheeks apart. It wouldn't be right to actually resist.

Luckily, the doctor had put a little lube there while examining his rectum, so it wasn't quite as painful as it could have been. He still jerked away from it, with a whimper of pain. He couldn't pull away with Lance holding like that on his balls, but he made sounds of pain, deliberately hiding his face in the covers.

“No.” He had never said no to anyone in his life before. “I don't like you.” A little bit spoiled, perhaps, but still shocked and hurt that no one had told him. Why hadn't anyone done that? It made him feel stubborn and rebellious, even if he suspected that would get him exactly nowhere.

 

[DamianRuyin]

“Don’t like me?” Lance actually looked bewildered. He had even let go of the young man. “You…” He stuttered, having actually lost his composure. “You mean to say, that your master cared for such a thing?” He slapped his hands on his side as he laughed. Tears ran down his eyes as he made fun the young slave. What made matters even worse, he was degrading his previous master. “Boy..” He said, during a gasp for air. “I don’t give a fuck” He slapped the boy’s face. Not hard enough to tear skin, but enough to get the message through.

He forced the boy on his stomach again. His hand began kneading in his soft flesh. Forcing his cheeks apart again. He began spreading his cheeks as far as he could, the little pink hole opening slightly. He then began drooling inside the open rectum . A steady warm supply of warm saliva began pouring inside. He like marking his slaves, slime or semen, it did not matter. A slave looked better covered in his masters liquid. He began sliding his finger in and out of his new toy, grinning as he inserted another finger.

“I can’t wait until I feel you wrapped around my shaft. How about you” He waited for the boy’s reply, grinning as he was met with resistance again. “I see.. Well that’s a shame. I was going to make your first time memorable and enjoyable. I guess we shall have to skip the enjoyable part.” He slapped his ass once more before whispering in his ear. “You shall remember this one”

He grabbed the boy by the collar again, making sure he slid across the floor and not be able to walk. He dragged him towards the balcony, throwing him across the smooth stone. The stone was smooth and did not cut into his skin. He merely slid a few feet until his back hit the balcony’s edge. He did not hit the stone hard, but it would be degrading. “there we go”
He spoke as he lifted the boy to his feet. A quick movement later, and he had used his belt to tie the boy’s hands behind his back. “In the middle of the city” He said, staring to his right and left. People from the apartments next to him could clearly see the naked boy. Even two stories down, people in the streets could see a young boy standing naked on a balcony.

Lance used his large frame to throw the boy over the edge, only letting his but stick out on the safe side. The boy was now dangling over the edge while his ass pressed against the man. “It would be so much easier if you had called me master from the beginning. He undid his buttons, while sliding his boxer to the side. He spat on his fingers, lubing up his cock with it. “I take it you are ready?” He un-ceremonially slid his cock inside the boy’s boy-cunt. The tip of his large manhood was now inside the boy. His 8,5 inch cock was throbbing hard. He had not been so excited in a long time. He slowly began moving his cock further inside the boy, burring 4 of his inches inside.

Then it happened. He let go of the boy with both his hands. The only thing that could save the boy now was he desire to lean backwards. Leaning backwards meant taking his master’s cock deep inside of him.

 

[missedstations]

Ezra was equally bewildered at the reaction. Yes, his master had preferred it that he would follow him happily, that he had been entirely pliant and willing. His previous master had been a good and kind man, who'd looked after him well, gave him all sorts of little presents, and rarely hurt him. He used the opportunity to get away and leave as much distance between himself and Lance as he dared. The slap was such a shock that he didn't even respond. Ezra was used to being petted and praised not... Just used.

But then he was pulled down again, his legs pushed apart a little. Eugh. He had to look over his shoulder to see exactly what Lance was doing, and was even more disgusted. He was held in place though, and he couldn't get away. He whined when Lance pushed a finger inside, less in pain than in distaste. The grin was disconcerting.

“Don't want to.” He involuntarily tensed every single muscle in his body, including the ones around Lance's fingers. “Don't want to,” he repeated, a little more strongly. As if it mattered whether he consented or not!

The pressure of the collar against his throat also meant that he wasn't able to breathe. He didn't quite catch his new master's words, gasping for breath on his knees. He had never been treated like this! He didn't even realise for a moment what Lance was doing, testing the strength of the bonds. Oh gods. He didn't know what was worse – the height or the people watching. Why here? Why this?

No, the height was definitely worse. He blanched as he stared down. “Please. Not here.” There was a sick feeling in his stomach. He most certainly wasn't ready. He was tense and scared, and he groaned in pain as Lance slid in. Ezra didn't know how to relax here, so that taking it might be easier... He wasn't even sure how big it was. By the thickness... It wasn't going to be nice. Well, his new master was right. He definitely wasn't going to forget this.

He felt pure terror when Lance let him go. Whatever Ezra was, he was not suicidal. Ever. He wanted to live, and he was scared of the height. He leant back without even realising the consequences. Didn't even realise what the pain was linked to as the rest of his master's girth went right in. He whimpered and sobbed with fear, unable to make it hurt any less. “Please. Please. Please stop.”

 

[DamianRuyin]

His owner grinned as he felt the boy take at least two thirds of him inside. The fear of dying, the pain, it all made the boy tense up, making it so much better. He felt his cock was being squeezed to death. The boy had a firm grip on his fat cock as he slid backwards. “let the games begin” He said playfully as he moved his hips forward.

Each thrust of the hip brought the boy that much closer to the ledge. Each movement was faster and harder. He felt the boy struggle, desperate to move backwards. His right hand moved towards the boy’s small scrotum, grabbing it tightly again. He grinned wildly as the air was filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. The boy’s neighbors looked at him with raised eyebrows. In the street below them, a few passengers even stopped to stare at the sight in front of them, hoping to see the boy fall to his death or be rescued. The feeling of being watched, of the boy being embarrassed, it fueled lance. His cock began the throb painfully as he got more and more excited.

“This can all be over soon” He moaned as the boy slid down again, engulfing his whole shaft this time. “Address me as master, slave” He wasn’t kidding, if the boy still resisted him until this day was over, he would execute him or something. Reselling was such a hassle. “You filthy little whore, SAY it” He said as he slammed the boy so hard, his cock slipped out. The boy was about to topple over, only luck made him slip backwards again. The same luck that drove the thick shaft right inside again, deeper than ever before. Lance though any deeper and he would hit the boy’s soul.

He waited for the boy’s response, not caring if he said it or not. He grabbed the boy and lifted him upwards again. The boy’s back and behind was hanging over the edge, while his feet and hands were on the safe side. Lance stood at throat height of the boy. “Swallow it all, or I might lose my grip” The young owner had a weird look in his eyes, while his face showed nothing but kindness. His whole expression said. ‘I am happy, but I will stab you repeatedly when I feel like it’. Lance was indeed stabbing him, when he shoved the uncut cock in the boy’s tiny mouth. He did not know if the boy’s last owner had educated him in the acts of oral, but the boy would have to learn quickly in the next minute.

Lance began fisting his man meat, while the tip of his cock was pressed inside the boy’s mouth. “Spill anything and I might lose my grip. You know how slippery it gets” He said it again with the same cheery expression. He stroked himself until his balls twitched, signaling his release. Wave after wave of buildup rage and lust liquefied and erupted from his cock, filling the boy’s mouth. He slowly began letting go of his grip on the boy. The boy would only remain on the safe side if he moved forwards, deep throating the fat cock that was busy unloading.

 

[missedstations]

His previous master had never been cruel. Sometimes playful, sometimes affectionate, always gentle. This was new. Most would say that Ezra was a spoiled brat who didn't know his place at all.

It would only be afterwards that he would actually feel embarrassed by what was happening. For now, there was the fear of falling. He did not care about the burning pain in his ass, not quite yet. Only that he begun to get used to the fear and that he might not fall, not if he did this well. Surely if he pleased this man, Lance would not let him fall.

All that he did, however, was whimper. He was probably not even capable of speaking just then, let alone giving Lance the words that he wanted. How could his ordered little life suddenly turn into this? When he had been treated well, he had not really appreciated how much power his masters had over him. With the papers in order, this man could do anything to him, and no one would even blink. Just probably say that he might have deserved it, to anger his master in that way.

The pain was so bad that Ezra thought that there was no way that he would not be bleeding. At least he would be walking funny for days. It hadn't been like this since he was a virgin and struggled against his first master.

Then the look in his master's eyes scared him more than the possibility of falling did. Maybe he said nothing, but he parted his lips. At least he knew how to do this. He managed to relax his throat, hoping that at least one of his holes would not be sore after. He licked at the tip before it went past his tongue and into the back of his throat. Once it would have made him gag, but he had been proud of how well he had done this for his previous master. It fitted – just. No wonder his ass hurt so much, considering how large his new master's cock was.

He still almost choked when Lance began to come, feeling it burn in the back of his nose before he managed to swallow. He was too scared of falling not to lean forwards, into the cock, impaling his throat onto it, trying to keep swallowing. He was not going to miss a drop, too afraid of the consequences.

 

[DamianRuyin]

When Lance felt himself completely drained of every last drop, he released the boy. The boy fell on his knees. Lance padded his fiery hair, while rubbing the tip of his cock against the hair, using it as a wash cloth. “There we go” He said, making sure is clothing was correct again. “Well It is getting chilly outside, shall we enter the house?” He grabbed the boy by his nipple, twisting it slightly when he did not follow quickly enough. He released the boy from his clutches, giving him a soft push towards one of the chairs. The boy still had his arms bound.

As if he noticed it for the first time, he stared at the cat. “I.. was not informed for any pets” He looked at the cat in a questioning way. “Do you like cat’s?” He waited for a reply, while reading the boy’s facial expression. He softly picked up the cat, as he began stroking its fur. “A beautiful specimen. I bet you comb his hair twice a week. Am I right?” He stared at the boy, watching the movements of his eyes.

His master finally went towards the balcony, setting the cat on the floor, gently. “You see.. I dislike cat’s. And while normally I would over look such a trivial thing, you did disobey me. “ He stepped a few paces away from the cat, as he measured the distance. “I am doing this because I love you and I want to teach you a lesson” He ran towards the cat, as his right foot connected with it. The cat was launched over the balcony towards the street below. A soft crash was heard, as the cat met a large window.

Lance ran back in the room grinning, even laughing. “Did you see that?. No, silly me, you did not. It was brilliant, I shot him through a window into a wall. God’s my aim was perfect” He watched as the boy reacted, laughing even louder. “O shut up. You don’t happen to have more cats around here?” He whispered as he used his left foot to pin the slave on the ground.

 

[missedstations]

He lost his balance as Lance pushed him back inside, falling onto his knees just beside the chair. Better not sit anyway. He might stain the upholstery. It was weird having his arms bound – it made his balance all off. Ezra tested the bonds more closely, carefully working out if he could undo them. No. He wished he could. He had never liked being bound.

“Yes,” Ezra replied quietly, looking away from his new master. “Sir,” he added, very quietly. It was only because of the pain, and the humiliation, and he was hoping at least to mollify Lance a little. Maybe he could deal with it. He kept his eyes on the floor, biting his lip. Lance was right – he cared for the cat as well as he took care of himself. The cat might have been the only thing Ezra genuinely loved. His previous master he was fond of, but the cat had always kept him company. It slept in the same bed as he did, and he willingly suffered all the scratches when he shampooed its fur. Hilarious, really. A pet keeping a pet of his own. His previous master appreciated that irony.

“Why?” he blurted out, entirely in shock. “Why?” It made absolutely no sense to him. He wasn't even meant to ask his master why they chose to do things, but it was so wantonly cruel that Ezra did not understand it at all. He couldn't even fathom the motivation. “Didn't you punish me enough?” Ezra asked. Mostly, he felt rather numb.

However, he couldn't quite deal with more of the laughter. He tried to twist away from Lance, pulling hard on the belt in an attempt to free himself.

 

[DamianRuyin]

Lance grinned as his new pet was struggling against his restraints. “My my, you certainly have spirit” The tall owner walked towards his pet as his hand went towards the slave’s chin. He grabbed his chin, digging the fingernails softly in his flesh. “I shall only tame you half. I will not break your spirit, yet I will make you obey. To struggle against every command I shall ever give. To never know joy in following an order.” The tall man grinned as his hand went for the boy’s burning red hair, wrapping his index finger around a lock of his red hair. “We shall see how long you can keep me interested.” He grabbed the collar on the boy’s neck and began dragging him towards the door. When reaching the door he began to fasten a leash on the boy’s collar. “there we go”

The duo went for a nice stroll. The stroll took place in a very crowded downtown. The had passed a few blocks, only stopping when Lance found the shop where the kitten had been shot inside. Even then they stopped merely for a short giggle. Lance was walking, almost parading, with his new slave until they reached a small café. The heavy silver doors spoke volumes of the place. The two large, almost bulky, bouncers bowered politely when Lance entered the establishment. Lance parked placed the leash on a small hook, while he sat down next to his slave. A short while later, a woman and two slaves joined him. “Ah Suzan, I take it you have come to discuss?” She merely nodded as she give Erza a foul stare. “Your new mutt?. What happened to the old whore?” Lance giggled as if she had said something funny. “Ah Suzan, this fine little specimen is quite a prize.” He slapped Erza’s behind, hoping he would produce a yelp. “I take it your little pets are new?” He pointed at the small boy and female she had with her. "Siblings if I am not mistaken?"

 

[missedstations]

Ezra's eyes were narrowed as he listened to his master, and his body was rigid as he was dragged to the door. No! Not today. Surely not when he was still dirty from being fucked. He whimpered when he was forced out of the door. He wanted time to clean himself, and he wanted to be alone again. This was vile. He could not even give some effective resistance with his hands tied behind his back. Being leashed and restrained. Disgusting. As if he didn't know how to behave. He wanted to whine, but he didn't.

Mostly, during the walk, he stared at the ground, his face bright red. This was so humiliating. Not because he wasn't even dressed – because that had happened before – but because he was being treated like something he was not. Like a worthless itinerant little shit that didn't know how to behave. He chewed his lip, miserable.

In the café, he kept his eyes down, as was proper. No wonder the woman had given such a vile stare, the condition he was in. His hair was a mess, bruises were already forming where Lance's hands had been, his ass was sore, the back of his throat hurt, and he had no idea if he should be standing or kneeling.

He did yelp when his ass was slapped. It was still red and sensitive from the spanking earlier, and it hurt more than it normally did. His head dropped further, his hair falling in front of his face.