Mathew
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,121
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
2 Mathew morning
2 Mathew morning
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Mathew woke slowly to darkness. It was morning. Tho impossible to tell. He lay still, knowing if he moved he would have to pee. And until his Master came to him he had to wait. He had gotten use to this easier than to other parts of his training. And his Master never made him wait too long.
He lay still and tried not to think. Not yet of what today would bring. Not of yesterday and the various things his Master had made him do as part of his training. And definitely not of the time before he had been a slave. Those memories were too painful to deal with now.
A soft click of the lock and the sudden spread of light into the room announced his Master, as the door opened. He walked over to where Mathew lay and clicked a short walking leash to the collar he always wore. "Slept well?" his Master asked as his soft hand pet his cheek. Mathew nodded.
"Come than." Mathew stood and walked beside his Master out of his bedroom to the washroom where he was allowed to relieve himself. His Master stood looking out the large window that showed the walled backyard, while he peed, showing disinterest, till he was finished. Only checking to see if he needed to poo as well. Mathew shook his head, but his Master remained concerned.
"Forward." Mathew bent over when commanded so his bum was up and toward his Master.
He waited while his Master applied a small dab of lube to his ass hole and than inserted his finger. He probed him inside while his other hand press gently on his lower abdomen. "Hum... Better add some fibre to your breakfast." Mathew face was beat red. Why couldn't he had just said he didn't need to take a shit just now? Because, he had lost that right. Now it was for his Master to decide.
His Master than washed his anus penis and sac using some pleasant chamomile soap and a soft clothe. He didn't place any toys in him yet. He reserved training till after breakfast. Finally he washed both their hands. Taking care to wash all his fingers. His Master was so careful of cleanliness yet Mathew missed brushing his teeth in the morning.
Together they walked out to the kitchen where Mathew was instructed to sit at the table and his leash was attached to a ringed pole beside his chair. He waited while his Master busied himself about the kitchen, humming. The smells of coffee and toast, made his mouth water, but Mathew knew those were for his Master. He would be fed a cereal meal, fully nutritional and complete. And as hungry as he was he would eat it even tho he'd hate it as well. At least he was given a spoon.
Finally his Master came out with a tray laden with their breakfasts. The smell of coffee was like torture. Mathew tried not to think of it as he ate his cereal. Extra bran! It tasted like cardboard. Oh how he longed for that coffee to wash this down with. Water just wasn't enough.
To distract himself he found he was thinking of the ridged dildo and his training the day before. He remember how it felt being pushed into his anus, each ridge a new sensation. Both pleasurable and painful. And how his Master has fuck him with the smaller dildo. That despite the chain he had enjoyed it.
"Not at the table Mathew!" his Master soft voice was filled with displeasure. He shamefully realized he had been stroking himself.
Mathew's face burned red again. But his master voice was again soft and calm. "You will have a toy to entertain you soon enough."
Mathew continue eating, while his Master read the morning paper, sipped his coffee and occasional wrote in his journal. Mathew secretly watch him. Watched his hand hold the newspaper. Or reaching for his cup. Or his lips pursed together to drink. Mathew blushed and looked down before he was caught. It shamed him he hadn't been longing for the coffee that made him stare at his Master's lips. Whatever was he think!?!
"Done already?" His Master cleared away the dishes and packed them in the dishwasher.
Mathew had begun to squirm. The day was began now, with all its unknowns and possible painful or worse pleasurable learning experiences.
At least he wasn't left waiting long. His master returned and unclicked his leash. "Excited? Well good. I have a new toy to introduce you to." His Master knew he couldn't wait long.
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***
Mathew woke slowly to darkness. It was morning. Tho impossible to tell. He lay still, knowing if he moved he would have to pee. And until his Master came to him he had to wait. He had gotten use to this easier than to other parts of his training. And his Master never made him wait too long.
He lay still and tried not to think. Not yet of what today would bring. Not of yesterday and the various things his Master had made him do as part of his training. And definitely not of the time before he had been a slave. Those memories were too painful to deal with now.
A soft click of the lock and the sudden spread of light into the room announced his Master, as the door opened. He walked over to where Mathew lay and clicked a short walking leash to the collar he always wore. "Slept well?" his Master asked as his soft hand pet his cheek. Mathew nodded.
"Come than." Mathew stood and walked beside his Master out of his bedroom to the washroom where he was allowed to relieve himself. His Master stood looking out the large window that showed the walled backyard, while he peed, showing disinterest, till he was finished. Only checking to see if he needed to poo as well. Mathew shook his head, but his Master remained concerned.
"Forward." Mathew bent over when commanded so his bum was up and toward his Master.
He waited while his Master applied a small dab of lube to his ass hole and than inserted his finger. He probed him inside while his other hand press gently on his lower abdomen. "Hum... Better add some fibre to your breakfast." Mathew face was beat red. Why couldn't he had just said he didn't need to take a shit just now? Because, he had lost that right. Now it was for his Master to decide.
His Master than washed his anus penis and sac using some pleasant chamomile soap and a soft clothe. He didn't place any toys in him yet. He reserved training till after breakfast. Finally he washed both their hands. Taking care to wash all his fingers. His Master was so careful of cleanliness yet Mathew missed brushing his teeth in the morning.
Together they walked out to the kitchen where Mathew was instructed to sit at the table and his leash was attached to a ringed pole beside his chair. He waited while his Master busied himself about the kitchen, humming. The smells of coffee and toast, made his mouth water, but Mathew knew those were for his Master. He would be fed a cereal meal, fully nutritional and complete. And as hungry as he was he would eat it even tho he'd hate it as well. At least he was given a spoon.
Finally his Master came out with a tray laden with their breakfasts. The smell of coffee was like torture. Mathew tried not to think of it as he ate his cereal. Extra bran! It tasted like cardboard. Oh how he longed for that coffee to wash this down with. Water just wasn't enough.
To distract himself he found he was thinking of the ridged dildo and his training the day before. He remember how it felt being pushed into his anus, each ridge a new sensation. Both pleasurable and painful. And how his Master has fuck him with the smaller dildo. That despite the chain he had enjoyed it.
"Not at the table Mathew!" his Master soft voice was filled with displeasure. He shamefully realized he had been stroking himself.
Mathew's face burned red again. But his master voice was again soft and calm. "You will have a toy to entertain you soon enough."
Mathew continue eating, while his Master read the morning paper, sipped his coffee and occasional wrote in his journal. Mathew secretly watch him. Watched his hand hold the newspaper. Or reaching for his cup. Or his lips pursed together to drink. Mathew blushed and looked down before he was caught. It shamed him he hadn't been longing for the coffee that made him stare at his Master's lips. Whatever was he think!?!
"Done already?" His Master cleared away the dishes and packed them in the dishwasher.
Mathew had begun to squirm. The day was began now, with all its unknowns and possible painful or worse pleasurable learning experiences.
At least he wasn't left waiting long. His master returned and unclicked his leash. "Excited? Well good. I have a new toy to introduce you to." His Master knew he couldn't wait long.
***