Cam Slave To Real Slave Ch 05

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Ryan slept for hours. When he woke, he was surprised to see a big screen tv at the front of the cage. It was not turned on. He looked to his sides and saw mirrors behind him and in front of him, and above him. Then he noticed the head phones he was wearing. He tried to move but realized his chastity cage was chained to the bottom of the cage. All he could do was sit on all fours like a dog or lay down. Then the TV turned on.

It was the video again. There he was, 4 years earlier in his bedroom. He was on his back, on his bed with his legs in the air. He could only sit and watch as he saw the images of him playing with his hole, sucking his fingers, and fingering himself again.

"Slave. Always remember. I own you," said his Master's voice in his ears. It startled Ryan. The raspy voice sounded good to him.

As he heard these words, the video morphed into other images. Close ups of him sucking a cock, licking cum off the ground, shaving his body. All the events that had transpired earlier.

"You will learn that you have no shame, no privacy. You will always obey Me, willfully, joyfully, and completely," said his Master through the headphones.

These words and the video played on repeat, over and over again. Soon Ryan fell back to sleep, listening to his Master's voice. After another couple hours, the two men returned to the slave and removed it from the cage. Despite the rest, Ryan's hole, nipples, and clit were very sensitive.

"You did very well last night, faggot," said the Master in his raspy voice that the slave had come to love.

"Oh yes, very well indeed, " chimed in Dr Williams.

"Thank you, Sirs," answered the slave.

The three of them made their way to the entrance.

"Dr Williams? Or uh, Sir Grant... can I ask you a question?" said the slave as the three of them left the hidden sex room and returned to the main living area

"Call me Sir or Sir Grant here and Dr Williams in public, fag," said the pathologist.

"Yes, Sir. Can I compliment you on your house? I really really like the layout, the features, the artwork," said the slave.

"Thank you slave. And I am guessing that you are wondering how I have been able to afford it as a anatomy teacher at a med school?" said Dr Williams as they reached the kitchen.

"Yes Sir," he answered.

"You know all those popper brands that the gays love? I used to make them myself. Have my own concoctions Had all the stuff to do it in the lab. Then started selling them online to people, started using bitcoin for it back in 2010," answer Dr Williams.

Ryan's mouth dropped. This man was more than just rich...

"Yes slave. I quickly found out how fast bitcoin made me money. I'm not going to tell you anything about my net worth but I will tell you that I do my job for fun. Him too." Dr Williams said, motioning to ryan's Master.

"Shut up Grant," said Master. "And slave, it is time for breakfast. On day's off, I eat between 6:00 am and 6:30 am. It is about 6 am now. Go and prepare my oatmeal. It's in that cabinet over there. When you have made 3 bowels, come and get us in the living room. And what is the password for you phone, faggot?"

"Yes Sir. 1994 Sir," answered the faggot.

ryan got to work. It didn't take long to make the 3 bowels of oatmeal. He could hear the two men chatting in the dining room area but could not make out their words. When ryan was finished, he went to the dining area with two bowls. Again, it looked very well decorated and was leather and bdsm themed as well.

"Excellent slave. Go and fetch yours. And don't forget the spoons and 2 cups of coffee." said Dr Jamison.

"Yes Sir." ryan walked back to the kitchen and poured 2 cups of coffee. He brought the third bowel and spoons out as well.

"Why do you have 2 spoons, fag? asked the Master. Sir Grant looked over and chuckled as he raised a a copy of "The American Journal of Pathology" to cover his face and took a sip of coffee.

"To eat, Sir," said the slave, confused.

"No. Dr Williams and I use spoons. We are men. You are a faggot, a slave. You will eat on all fours, like a dog. And slave, you will eat it all," commanded Master sternly.

"Yes...Sir." said ryan. He slowly got on his hands and knees and placed the bowl in front of Master. Master looked down at him, an evil grin spread over his face. Ryan moved his head down and began to slop up the oatmeal.

Ryan was embarrassed, humiliated.

"What was this? A punishment?" He thought to himself. He thought he was obeying his Master well. As he leaned forward and ate, his Master put his legs and feet up on his back. Like a footrest.

"Stay there even when you are done, faggot," said his Master.

Ryan could feel the weight if his Master pushing him down. His head sinking further into the oatmeal.

"Slave. You will eat every single private meal like this, regardless if I am present or not. The only time you will ever eat like a normal human is in public" said his Master.

Ryan's heart sank. What? Like this? Like a fucking dog. This was something he was not okay with.

"Slave. Always remember. I own you," said his Master in his raspy voice.

Ryan's heart rate slowed and he nearly went back into fag fog, as Master called it. His face went further down and smushed into what was left of the oatmeal.

"What the fuck was that?" he thought to himself. Why did those words make him react like that?

He heard a chuckle come from Dr Williams chair. Dr Williams got up and went upstairs to what Ryan assumed were some bedrooms or another mysterious hidden room. His Master continued to browse his phone and eat while Ryan tried to lather up what was left in the bowel. It wasn't exactly easy though. When he was pretty much done, he heard Dr Williams come back down stairs. He was holding a medium to large sized butt plug. This plug however, did not look like a normal plug. The flared end of it looked like it could be ripped open if someone tried to. It was a little floppy as well. The body of the plug was fairly thick. Ryan was perplexed.

"Slave. See this plug. It is of my own invention. See this end? If you cut it with a pair of scissors, the silicone can be peeled back. I have to mold the silicone myself, you see. I did it while you were sleeping. And guess what slave... The inside of the plug is hollow," said Dr Williams. He raised the plug in the air and shook it. Something on the inside rattled.

"Slave, guess what is in there," asked his Master, who had taken his feet off of his slave.

"I don't know, Sir. It kind of sounds metal," answered Ryan.

"You are correct that it is metal, faggot. It is actually one of the few keys to that little clit cage you have hanging between your legs," replied Master.

"What, sir?" asked the slave.

"You see slave... You are to wear this plug nearly 24/7. It, along with your cage, will be constant physical reminders that you are an owned faggot slave. But I am a safe and reasonable Master. I understand that there are emergencies. Fuck, what if you get in a car accident while wearing that little cage... So Dr Williams made this little device so that you can always have a key with you. However, the plug will be destroyed if you attempt to get the key and I will know. If you need to get the cage off but are hurt in some way, just let the EMT's or whoever else know you have a spare in you... I mean on you," He said, laughing at his own joke.

Ryan was again dumbfounded. These 2 men had come up with some of the most sadistic sex toys he had every heard of. He couldn't tell if they were geniuses or psychopaths. Maybe a little of both.

"Inspection position, faggot," said Master. Ryan immediately went to his knees, hands up with his tongue out. Master took the plug from Dr Williams and stuck it into Ryan's mouth.

"Suck and coat it in spit, slave" commanded Master.

"Yeth, Thir" said Ryan with the plug in his mouth.

"No bed the fuck over," said Master.

Ryan leaned forward. He felt the plug at the entrance of his hole. Master took his time, teasing him. In and out. In a little more, out a little less. Finally the plug was in with a plop and Ryan winced.

"Stand up, slave," commanded Master.

"Yes Sir," said Ryan. As he stood up, Ryan could feel the key rattle inside his hole but he could not hear it.

"Slave, I am glad that you have taken good care of your body. You are probably in good enough shape to workout with me without me having to hold back too much. We are going to go to my house now. I have my own home gym there. Be happy and privileged slave. I have not allowed a faggot back to my house in quite some time. And you, well because of this agreement will be moving in with me before school starts."

Ryan's heart jumped. He would move in with this man? This sadistic, handsome man. Did Master truly care for him? Did he just want to use him. Ryan thought of his shitty apartment that constantly had crime around it, cockroaches running around, and little amenities.

"And slave. Always remember. I own you," whispered Master into the slave's ear as he reached forward and patted first the slave's ass and then the clit cage. Ryan melted again.

"Yes, Master," replied the slave.

The Master and slave walked out into the driveway to the black Mercedes. Master dressed in casual but expensive clothes, the slave naked aside from a chastity cage. Each step the slave felt a faint jingle from the key inside the plug. Reminding him of his Master. They got into the car and started to leave.

Dr Williams followed them down the driveway to grab his mail from the day before. As they pulled out of the drive way, Dr Williams was smiling at them and waving, taking a sip out of his coffee. Ryan thought about his upcoming school experience and gave a shudder about how much that man would use him.

"I live about a 2 minute drive from here, slave. So get ready, we are about to see if you can keep up with your Master in the gym."

Ryan gulped, which involuntarily made his clit leak a bit more. His Master chuckled and scooped it up, feeding it to his fag.

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