Nicholas's Story

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So often, Daddy would kiss me and say, "Son, you are the most precious thing I have. You are worth every penny." I realized that Daddy had indeed purchased my freedom from Father. He not only rescued me, he redeemed me. I had no idea how much Father got for me, but Daddy assured me I was "worth every penny."

I got taller of course, and stronger. I was quite the athlete in school. I could outrace every boy in my class. I was one of the best pitchers in little league. I had started taking karate and was quickly working my way up through the belts. Soon after my twelfth birthday, I was changing into my Gi when I noticed a couple of hairs above my penis. I smiled to myself. I knew it meant I was becoming a man. I did extra well that day in class and my instructor praised my performance.

That night, as Daddy and I were taking our bath, Daddy suddenly noticed my new pubic hairs. "What the hell is that!" he yelled. We both stood up in the water. I was shaking. I didn't know what was wrong. Daddy climbed out of the tub and dried himself off. "That's it, Kid. You can sleep on the couch. I'm going to bed."

I cried myself to sleep that night. I was all alone. No warm arms to hug me, no loving cock to fuck me. I didn't know then what I had done wrong. Now I know. I grew up. Daddy saw those scraggly hairs and knew what was coming next. Soon, my smooth body would be covered with the stuff. Hair would be everywhere: on my chin, under my arms, on my legs, arms and balls, and all around my shit hole. And my boyish face would get all pimply. And my little dick would become an oozing cock. And my sweet boy voice would crack.

I could no longer be the Son he wanted. The Son he loved. Now I was the Kid. I no longer had a love hole, just a shit hole. I spent several weeks on the couch. We didn't talk much. My grades fell. I was lost. I knew I had disappointed Daddy but there was nothing I could do about it. My body refused to stop growing.

One day, Daddy went around the house removing all the pictures of me. School pictures, team pictures, vacation pictures. He dropped each one in the shredder as I watched, my eyes wet with tears. Next, he placed a picture of a little boy about seven on the wall. He was a cute youngster. Daddy said he was Ricky. I knew Daddy had already found a new smooth boy to share his bed with. I was wondering how I was going to fit into his plans. Apparently, I didn't. A few days later, I saw that he'd gotten rid of my bike, all my toys, and most of my clothes.

One morning, after a couple months, Daddy finally spoke to me. "Get in the car, Kid." I was not "Son" any more. We drove three hours in complete silence. When he turned off the car, we were at an old farmhouse. "Get out, Kid." A man came over to the car and Daddy spoke to him. "This is him. Now where's my money?"

"Hold on a minute, fella. I got to inspect the merchandise." The man stared at me. "Get over here, boy."

He pawed at my body, feeling every part with his filthy sweaty hands. He opened my mouth and examined my teeth. He told me to drop trou and he poked at all my privates. "OK, I guess it'll do." He handed Daddy a wad of bills. Money Daddy could use to buy lots of nice new toys and clothes for little Ricky.

I pushed myself over to Daddy's window and grabbed his neck. "No, Daddy, No. Please, don't leave me here. Please. I'll do anything for you." Daddy pushed me off and stepped on the gas. I wanted to run after the car but my pants were still down around my ankles. The stranger grabbed me, and as strong as I was, I couldn't wriggle free.

"You ain't going nowhere, you understand?" He pushed me over a rail and walloped my bare ass hard with his hand. After too many spankings to count, he dragged me indoors and pulled a paddle off the mantle. Then he hit my ass several more times with it. "I paid good money for you. You are mine now, and you will do whatever I say. Now, say, 'Sir, Yes, Sir.'"

I mumbled, "Sir, Yes, Sir."

He brought the paddle down again. "Louder, I didn't hear you."

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

"OK, then. I am the Master. You are the slave. I intend to get my money's worth. Whenever you speak to me, you will begin the sentence with 'Sir' and end the sentence with 'Sir.' You got that?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

"You will call me 'Master' or 'Sir' or 'Master Johnson.' You got that?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

"What's your name, boy?"

"Nicholas."

He hit me again. "What?"

"Sir, My name is Nicholas, Sir."

"Not any more, here you are slave nicky. Now say it."

"Sir, i am slave nicky, Sir."

"Hmmm, I see slave nicky learns fast. I was told you were damn smart. I was also told you're a damn good fuck. Give Master Johnson a blow job and then we'll test out slave nicky's chute."

"Sir, Yes, Sir!" I climbed off Master's lap, opened his fly and pulled out his schlong. As I sucked his filthy cock off, he pressed my head down and my nose was buried in his stinky sweaty pubes. I wondered what else Daddy had told Master Johnson about me.

Five years earlier, I had been made a son with a loving fuck from Daddy, and seven years before that, I had been christened a bitch with a fuck from Father. Now, Master Johnson was about to use a fuck to make me a slave. When his cock was primed with my slobber, he pushed me down on all fours and fucked me like a pig, rough and hard. It hurt like hell. But he kept saying, "You like this, don't you, slave nicky?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir! Sir, that is how i like to be fucked, Sir."

When he was finally through with my initiation fuck, he settled back in his chair. i bent over to pull up my pants. "No you don't. Take them off, slave nicky. And the rest of your clothes."

"Sir, Yes, Sir!" i stripped.

"A slave doesn't wear clothes unless Master has a reason for it. Pick them up and carry them outside."

"Sir, Yes, Sir!" i did as i was told. Master told me to drop them in a pile, my shirt, pants, underwear, socks and sneakers. Then He handed me a can of gasoline and told me to douse the pile. He handed me a match and then laughed as i set my own clothes on fire. Now i had nothing to call my own. i was totally His.

Back inside, He took a metal chain dog collar off a hook in the kitchen and told me to put it on. It had a lock on it. He locked a metal chain leash to the collar, then made me watch as he took the only key and put it in His wall safe.

"Now, your daddy said you knew how to cook. Make me supper, slave nicky. And it better be good. You got forty minutes. That's plenty of time, because you're only making enough for one. Is that clear?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir." i went into the kitchen dragging my leash. i looked in the cupboards and refrigerator, and decided to make Master a steak dinner with potatoes and beans on the side.

Exactly forty minutes later, Master shouted, "Time's up, slave nicky. Get your ass in here."

i brought Him His dinner and stood behind Him while He ate. He seemed satisfied. When He was finished, He asked for the paddle. i didn't know what was wrong with the meal. Maybe the steak was too rare or too well done. How was i to know? He gave me several whacks. "Sir, i'm sorry, Sir. Sir, please tell me what i did wrong, Sir."

"Wrong? Fuck, slave nicky. Dinner was great. Your daddy was right. You do know how to cook."

"Sir, Thank you, Sir. Sir, then why did you paddle me again, Sir?"

"No reason. I just felt like it. It makes me feel good."

Master pulled my leash and dragged me over to couch. He made me His footstool as He sat, smoked His cigar, drank His beers, and watched TV. He used my upturned ass for His ashtray. When He was too drunk to stay awake, He dragged Himself off to bed and dragged me behind Him. He hooked my leash to a bracket on the wall and locked it with another padlock. i was told i could sleep on the floor. i was also told i better be housebroken. It didn't matter, for i hadn't eaten or drunk anything since i arrived. my stomach was turning knots as i fell asleep.

Over the next few days, i learned my routine. i woke up early each day and asked Master to unlock me from the wall. Then i went outside to shit and piss and try to wash using a bucket of cold water from the pump. Then i cooked Master's breakfast. i poured myself a bowl of dry dogfood and Master wet it with His morning piss. Throughout the morning, i straightened up the house, and then made lunch.

In the afternoon, i did chores outdoors and then made supper. In the evening i was the footstool. That was my day. Of course, at any point, the routine might be interrupted by Master either paddling my ass or fucking it.

Sometimes, Master would rent a BDSM video and make me watch it with Him. Then we would reenact the most sadistic scenes. This gave Him a lot of pleasure.

i wondered how long i could keep going like this. my adolescent body needed more than kibbles'n'bits. i was turning into a bag of bones. But apparently, Master was getting bored with me. Perhaps he expected me to be more feisty, more resistant, more in need of the type of discipline he delighted in administering. Instead, i was compliant, subservient, submissive. i didn't need him to break me in. Life had already thoroughly broken me.

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