Chapter 02 - Mistress's New Slave

CHAPTER 2

It was a week later as Anthony made his lunch in the kitchenette of the little apartment. Mark popped in like almost every day. He had not cum all week, not since the Mistress had fucked him that first night. Mark as usual gave him a little peek on the back of the neck. He had grown very used to men walking around naked... even touching him on occasion.

"Damn I'm so freaking horney today, Anthony. "

Anthony didn't even look up from his eggs in the pan.

"Why not go jack off "

Mark laughed "I'm horney not suicidal"

Anthony laughed turned taking his eggs off the stove

"What do you mean?"

"WE can never self-relive unless she orders us to... But we can help each other out... like maybe you help me get off and I help you?"

Anthony stepped back a little he was still afraid of a man fucking him.

"your nervous you know I get it... I'll be gentle"

"I don't know... I don't think I want to "

He is standing right beside Anthony he can smell the waves of heat coming off the boy.

"I could.... make you"

Anthony froze he wanted to run but there was no way out.

"You would do that?''

"I might do something like that," is Mark's reply as he stalks up behind Anthony, grabbing the jock by his collar and yanking him roughly backward into the bedroom and presses him forward over the bed.

He yelps in confusion, his body splayed across the covers. Mark advances on him, throwing his body over the scared teen as he scrambles to get back up. Before Anthony has a chance to adapt, Mark has him in an armlock, his chest pressed against the mattress as He grinds his crotch against Anthony's ass.

"What the fuck! Get off me, man!" Anthony cries out, writhing in Mike's grip.

With unexpected strength, he bucks upwards, throwing Mike off balance he loses his grip on Anthony's arm. Scrambling to his feet, he tries to scurry to the door, but Mike is on him like lightning, wrapping his arms around his chest and heaving him back to the bed.

The next few minutes are a mad struggle as Anthony fights Mike with every ounce of his being. He puts up a good fight, their bodies entwining on the bed as each person takes turns gaining the upper hand.

Ultimately, Mike's strength and experience wins out. Mike can feel Anthony's struggle lessening, his breathing heavy and labored as exhaustion starts to take hold. He is wearing down. Mike feels no such fatigue, maneuvering him into a chokehold, holding him there until Mike feels the fight leaving Anthony's body.

Releasing him, Mike rises to his feet, grinning down at the conquered opponent. He lies still, chest heaving as he sucks in ragged breaths. I take a moment to savor his defeat, enjoying the fear in Anthony's eyes.

The exhausted ex- jock starts to turn, making one last feeble attempt to drag himself away. Mike pins him down with one foot, pushing him flat on his back. Mike's cock strains as he maneuvers it over Anthony's face, planting his legs on either side of his head as Mike kneels over him.

"Anthony, relax"

Anthony cries in distress as he realizes Mike's intention. Anthony's cries are cut off, his face fully enveloped by Mikes plump Italian rump. Gyrating his hips slightly, Mike finds a comfortable position, completely cutting off Anthony's air supply with his ass.

Trying to fight back against this humiliation, Anthony swings his arms at Mike. But he catches them easily, pinning them below his knees with ease. Anthony is completely helpless now, with nothing to do but pathetically flail his legs against the bed.

Settling in, Mike slowly grinds his bottom down on the poor jock, loving the sensation of his muffled cries vibrating against his bare asshole. Every now and then he lifts himself slightly, allowing the boy to suck in a few breaths from between his cheeks, before lowering himself back down again.

His chest glistens with sweat, smooth and muscled, perfect in every way.

Eyeing the bulge of his cock, Mike smooths his hand over Anthony's crotch, squeezing and pressing, trying to coax some life into his member. Before long, He feels it start to harden.

"You really love this, don't you slut." Mike teases, massaging Anthony's erection.

The guy clearly takes care of himself, with a light smattering of pubic hair framing his shaft. With one hand, I start jerking him off, the other rubbing my own straining bulge.

After a few minutes, Mike can tell Anthony is close. His hips flex with mike's strokes, spasming involuntarily as he brings him to the edge over and over.

Mike thinks "I must say, I didn't expect it to be this easy. Maybe there is a part of Anthony that enjoys this."

Every time Mike feels Anthony is close, he slows down, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for as long as he can. After a while, Mike can feel his involuntary desperation reaching a peak, his need to cum becoming greater than his discomfort below Mike's ass.

Anthony is still pinned below Mike, his arms trapped under his knees. He can barely object as he hovers his bare ass over his face. The thick hair covering Mike's chest continues to his crotch, covering his asshole in a blanket of tight brown curls.

Nestling back down, Mike cuts off his breathing again, loving the weak struggles Andrew makes to stop me. Now every time Mike grants him air, he can feel his breath, hot against his asshole. It felt incredible. Leaning forward, Mike grabs Andrew's balls in his fist, squeezing and twisting until he can feel his captive squeal in pain.

"Start licking slut. This will only get worse if you fight it." Mike's command is succinct and to the point. It doesn't take much more encouragement for his captive jock to hesitantly poke his tongue out, lapping it against the sweaty brown hole. With his cooperation, Mike relaxes his grip on Anthony's sack.

The next ten minutes or so are filled with the wet sounds of Mike's ass riding Anthony's face. With a little bit of direction, he had the kid rimming him like a pro, the threat of further torture enough to keep him in line. Anthony is no longer fighting, giving in to Mike's superior strength as his body lies limp on the bed.

Anthony's tongue feels incredible as it explores Mike's ass, flicking and lapping as instructed. The older boy is in heaven, hydrating his hips against Anthony's face, squeezing his own cock as he enjoys his service of his asshole.

Mike is horney and his need is now intense, Anthony's mouth feels so good against my hole. Leaning forward, I lift my hips, allowing Anthony to gasp in fresh air for the first time in a quarter of an hour. His relief is short-lived. Reaching down, Mike guides his erection to his lips, Anthony turns his head whimpering and trying to fight back. Mike traps his face between his thighs.

"Come on you have done this before. open wide for me I won't hurt you"

"Please, Anthony.... "

Mike sinks his crotch back against Anthony's face.

Bottoming out in one smooth motion, Mike feels Anthony's nose press against his balls, his lips quivering around my shaft, his throat spasming as he gags and chokes. Mike is fairly well endowed. All eight and a half inches of his manhood is buried within Anthony's throat, his head still trapped between Mike's thighs.

"Don't you dare bite me boy." Mike warns, hands once again gripping Anthony's balls.

Mike settles like this for 10 seconds or so, his body now laid over Anthany's. Anthany's renewed struggles quickly die down, his whole being focused on not choking on Mike's meat that is lodged within his throat. Slowly, he lifts his hips, pulling out just enough to allow his captive to just about breath around his shaft. Anthony gasps in air as Mike feels spittle coating his crotch.

"It's ok, relax I'm not going to hurt you... we are going to do this deep and slow." Mike coos, slowly sinking his cock back home again.

"Your mouth feels incredible; you have a real talent for this. A natural cocksucker." Mike teases.

We continue like this, long deep strokes downward, pushing Anthony to swallow his entire length, forcing him to hold his breath. Each time Mike retreats, Anthany gulps in air around his cock, drool spilling down his tear-streaked face. They must have gone for another 10 minutes or so. The Mistress glances from the cameras to the clock and smiles.

Mike can feel that he is close, his climax starting to build. Picking up the pace, he starts humping against Anthony's helpless face. The bed creaks as Mike's hips bounce up and down, slamming against his victim's head as his cock drives in and out of Anthony's throat. Anthony whimpers... gurgles and chokes at the increase in speed, struggling to catch his breath at the new pace.

"It's ok, not long now. Don't pass out on me, you are doing great." Mike whispers in encouragement, his cock pumping in and out of Anthony's throat with increasing speed.

This is it. Mike groans as waves of euphoria crash through him. His hips buckle and he sinks his weight against Anthony's face. Cock spasming, Mike pumps his load straight down the boy's throat as he gags around it.

Mike sits in post-orgasm bliss for a few moments, enjoying the rush of release. It is the gurgling struggle below him that brings him back, makes him realize the poor guy is still unable to breathe.

Twisting off of his conquered prize, Mike jumps off the bed, grabbing a bottle of water to refresh himself. Anthony lays for a moment in a daze, his face glistening with sweat and drool. There is a wet patch on the bed, a halo of fluids that surrounds the kid's head.

"Here drink this, come on you did great."

The sight makes of Anthony drinking the water it is splashing down his bare chest made Mike's spent cock twitch again.

Slowly, Anthony tries to drag himself off the bed, his strength completely gone. He crawls to the door, reaching up with a trembling hand to open it. Mike takes his time making his way to him, pressing a foot against the door to hold it closed.

"Where do you think you are going slut?" Mike asks.

"Please, just let me go," is Anthony's choked answer, tears welling in his eyes.

"We are not even close to done," Mike replies.

The defeated quarterback stares up at Mike, tears shining in his eyes, still not fully comprehending his predicament. Mike grins at him, enjoying the immense power he wields. Reaching down, Mike grabs a fistful of Anthony's hair, dragging him back into the center of the room and throwing him down.

"Mike, please. please don't make me."

"Sit up. On your knees." He barks.

When Anthony doesn't comply, Mike grabs him by the hair again and drag him to his knees. Mike's free hand swings back, delivering three harsh slaps to the boys face. Anthony cries in pain, trying to shield himself with his hands. Mike swats them away and deliver one more stunning blow.

"When I speak. You listen and obey. Understand?"

"Please... Don't..." Anthony is cut off by two more blows to the face. Tears are streaming from his eyes now.

"You don't speak. You listen and obey. Understand?"

Anthony gives a defeated nod. Lowering his head in shame as he kneels before Mike. I almost can't believe how easy it was to tame this once-proud street kid. But here we are, with Mike standing over him, both completely naked.

"Put your arms behind your back. Anthony, relax I won't hurt you "

Anthony complies, slowly folding his arms behind himself. Mike cross behind him, grabbing a roll of tape from the side as he does. Using the tape, he secures Anthony's arms in place, using several stripes of the stuff to ensure no escape. He is still staring fixedly at the floor as Mike crosses back in front of him. Gripping his chin, he forces his face upwards.

"Open your mouth, tongue out."

As Mike towers over the boy, Anthony, gulps and opens his mouth, extending his tongue as per command. Leaning down, Mike open mouth kisses him hard his tongue deep in the boy's mouth. Anthony squirms disgusted but turned on but remains in place, fearful of the repercussions of disobedience.

"I told you I am not going to hurt you."

With no warning, Mark swoops down, pressing his lips to Anthony's as he forces his tongue into the boys mouth. Mark holds his head in place, one hand in a tight fist gripping his hair, the other wrapped around his throat.

Stiff at first, Anthony slowly relaxes into the invasion, going limp in Mike's grip as his tongue explores his mouth. As Mike continues to kiss him, his hand on the boy's throat moves down as he descend into a crouch, finding its way to Anthony's crotch.

He moans into Mike's mouth as he squeezes and pulls at Anthony's soft member, slowly coaxing it to life with practiced ease. Anthony is soon hard, Mike's hand pumping his cock as we continue to make out. Anthony whimpers how could he possibly want Mike to do this to him. How could he be so disgusted and so turned on at the same time it was like watching a train wreck so horrifying, but you just could not look away.

As suddenly as Mike started, he stops. Rising to his feet he leaves Anthony panting on his knees before him. Anthony's cock stands to attention, twitching with need. He was clearly very close to exploding. Anthony looks at Mike, ashamed of his erection, ashamed at the pleasure he was bringing him.

Mike takes a few deep breaths he knows if Anthony is going to survive in their world, he has to learn this.. Mike glances at the cameras he knows the Mistress is watching so he takes a deep breath and starts again.

"Such a little slut boy. You love being treated like this." Mike smiles down at Anthony. "Head down, ass up. Now."

It takes a moment for the poor guy to come back to the room. Clearly, he had gotten a little caught up in the pleasure of the moment. This bodes well for our future. Blinking back to his senses, Anthony processes the latest command.

Slowly, Anthony lowers his head to the floor, keeping his arms folded behind his back and bringing his ass into the air. Moving behind him, Mike kneels between his legs, marveling at his plush, muscled buttocks.

Anthony's cock, still hard, hangs between his legs. Gripping it with one hand, Mike slowly starts pumping at it. He can hear Anthony's breathing change, the involuntary pleasure already getting to him. Pressing his face between Anthony's cheeks, I begin to kiss Anthony's asshole.

Mike can tell the sensation is completely alien to the lad. He stiffens at first, gasping at the feel of Mike's warm wet tongue. It doesn't take long for him to relax into it more, moaning slightly as Mike expertly works his hole. The combination of my tongue and hand is easily able to bring him to the edge, forcing Mike to slow down in order to prevent the boy from shooting.

Feeling his anus is relaxed enough, Mike pulls back, admiring the glistening entrance as he does. Lubricating a finger with some spit, Mike slowly massages it into Anthony's hole just as the Mistress taught him gently but firm this had to be coming from a man for this to work, he continues pressing forward until it is buried to the knuckle. Mike feels Anthony tightening down on the finger, pushing him out.

"Relax slut. Accept it. Just like Mistress's finger. It won't hurt and everything will be much easier if you do. Come on tell me you want it " Mike's words are both a warning and a kindness.

Anthony gasps "Why?"

"Just say the words... I know you want this. Why are you fighting it?"

Slowly Mike works his finger in and out of his hole, feeling as he slowly accepts the intrusion. His cock maintains its hardness, pulsing within Mike's gentle grip as he works to keep him aroused. Soon his first finger is joined by a second, both bending downward to massage his prostate.

Mike can feel Anthony's reaction as he hits his prostate, a jolt of sensation, completely new. It is like a pleasure button, every time Mike touches it, Anthony's cock twitches involuntarily in his grip. Soon Mike has him moaning on the floor in front of him, his fingers working in and out of his hole as Mike keeps him on the edge of climax.

Anthony moans as Mike slides another finger into him.

"You do want it don't you."

At first Anthony refuses to say it but as Mike strokes his prostate he gives in "OK OH GODDESS yes I want it.... Dam it just fuck me already.!"

Anthony moans pressing his ass back forcing Mike's fingers to go farther until Mike can take no more.

Mike wants nothing more than to fuck him right here and now. His cock strains with desire as Anthony moans and groans, his ass swaying in the air. Mike knows he needs to stop. Otherwise, he will lose control of my own actions. The Mistress says there is a way of doing things.

Removing his hands from his body, Mike rises once more to his feet. Anthony remains with his face pressed to the dirty carpet, panting as his mind tries to process the pleasure that this man caused him. Nudging his head with his foot, Mike press a big toe against his lips.

"Worship me."

The command is simple. Anthony knows what he must do. Slowly, he squeezes his eyes shut, before puckering his lips and kissing the toe.

"Suck it, kiss it, lick it. Worship it you worthless slut."

It takes a little more direction before Anthony is worshiping his feet like a true slut. He takes each toe into his mouth, sucking on them, licking between them. It feels great having his own personal foot slave even if only for a hour or so.

Soon I have him running his tongue along the soles of my feet, working past my ankles, kissing up my legs to my thighs. I stop him at my crotch, waving my erection before him as he stares up in grim anticipation. He knows what I am about to ask him to do.

"Open your mouth, tongue out." The same command as the start of this session.

Anthony complies, trembling slightly as he extends his tongue. He is staring at Mike's cock, swaying before him, the size of it likely very intimidating to a novice cocksucker like him.

"Just like before. That is such a good job. Anthony, relax try to enjoy this. _

Mike places the head of his penis against his tongue.

"Lick it. Just the head for now." Anthony swirls his tongue around the cockhead, almost like a lollypop.

"That's good, now take the tip into your mouth. Don't stop with the tongue." He gulps, before enveloping the engorged bulbous tip between his lips. His tongue continuing its eddying motion around the shaft.

"Oh, damn you're getting good at this...... very good...now suck it."

His mouth feels amazing as it works Mike's cockhead. Anthony sucks like a true pro, using his tongue to provide a little extra pleasure to Mike's manhood. His eyes are down, as he concentrates on his task, his lips wrapped around his shaft as he slurps on its tip.

"That's right slut. Now take me deep." Mike commands softly.

Anthony squeezes his eyes shut, leaning forward to impale himself on this cock. Inch by inch Mike's manhood sinks past his lips, until about half of it is buried in his face. Mike's cockhead hits the back of Anthony's throat, he tries not to gag, but loses, pulling backward and coughing into the floor. Reacting quickly, Mike pulls him back in.

"You can do this. try again breath through your nose and Anthony Do not take your mouth off my dick. Ever." Mike warns, pulling Anthony's face back against his cock.

Anthony suppresses a whimper, opening his lips to suck the cock down again. Bobbing forward, he takes Mike in until his cockhead hits his throat once more. Mike can feel him fighting not to gag, a fight he once more loses. This time he only pulls back slightly, drooling around the cock in his mouth as he regains composure.

"Swallow me down, this cock belongs in your throat slut." Mike orders. "And maintain eye contact whilst you do, you look so pretty like this."

Anthony turns his face upwards, meeting Mike with his eyes as he tries to impale himself on his impressive manhood. His lips tremble as he swallows my cock down, eyes watering as he fights not to choke. My cock twitches at how defeated and helpless Mistress's little slut looks.