Please Be My Master

[sweetguy31]

My name is Chase. I'm a young, 18 year old, male slave. I've been a slave since I was 9 but no one has seemed to like me enough to keep me for long periods of time. In fact, the longest time 1 person has owned me was a little less than 2 years. That was my last master, he died recently. I have messy blond hair and bright green eyes. I'm thin but well built from years of hard work as a slave. I'm 5'9 and 120lbs. I've never had a kind master, and all were male but one and she was very very angry and abusive, probably the worst owner I've ever had. All the others were cruel also. They taught me with fierce beatings to be quiet and submissive. I never speak unless I'm ordered to. My eyes are also permanently lowered unless ordered to be raised. After my last master died, I was used by his assistant then sent back to the slave pits where I have been a good many times. I walked the dirty path to the pits while my master's assistant rode his horse and dragged me along by the leather rope attached to my neck collar. He thought it was funny to kick the horse to make it run and suddenly yank the rope. I would fly into the air then crash down and be dragged on my bare stomach, by my neck, for a good half mile, until he took mercy on me and made the horse slow down so that I could stand up and continue walking. By the time we finally got to the pits, I was beaten and draggled and dirty. I felt sick when a gaurd smashed me over the head with a club and threw me into a cage and locked the door. My head was spinning. I felt horrible and worthless. It was so cold there but all I had was my pants that were torn and dirty. All I wanted was a master. I didn't care if they were abusive like the rest or if they would love me. I just wanted a master. I settled into my cage like a dog at the pound and waited. Please be my master.

If you want to take the part, please do, it doesn't matter if you're male or female or if you want to be cruel or nice. You can make up your own description too. Hope to hear from you.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

Ok, I'd like to try and take this up, but uh... can I ask waht you had in mind. Like waht time period?

See the strand Coward King gets Conquered for my try out post, if you are willing to have me let me know

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=28995

I play The New King, Simon. We had some log in problems and sometimes I had to use Destiny's name so I'm ALL of the posts by simon, the present King. The one doing the conqureing

 

[sweetguy31]

I've been reading Coward King Gets Conquered. (Good Story!)

Time period I guess would either have to be way back into the past or far off into the future. We can decide that as we go.

The part's all yours.

 

[babydoll31]

Jessica

You ok? I asked as I saw the young slave holding his head after being bashed with a club. A saw a trickle of blood coming down the side of his face from the wound ontop of his head. "Yeah, I'm ok, thanks," he replied. I'm a 39 year old female slave, still harboring good looks for my age. I tend to play mother to all the younger slaves I see come in. "How long have you been here for?" he asked me. "Oh, I've been here for a good year and a half now, nobody wants the old people like me. They all go for the young chickens like you," I smiled and extended my arm through the bars seperating our cages and rested my hand on his shoulder. He was very handsome. Even though he was quite a bit younger than I, I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on those nice muscled abs. He moved over and leaned against the bars, right next to me. I examined his face. We made small talk for a few hours. I had this overwhelming urge to kiss him while he was there but I just couldn't do it. I finally got up the courage to tell him that I thought he was cute.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

I'm thinking Roman Gladatorial times? Is that allright? If not let me know, I can change the post!

Caladius stepped down the steps in through the doors leading to rows of cells, each containing a slave. Every one of them were mine. Either for fighting or pleasure. I glanced at each of the men and women bound in thrall, a flicker in my eye at every occasional one, my special slaves. My eye fell upon one of my favorites and I almost stopped, but no, tonight's purpose was to examine a new slave. A young male brought in by my chief. He said this child would... 'fit my fancy well'. I stepped to where he was being held, but stopped sharply before he noticed me. I waited for a moment, one of my older slaves, used primarily for cooking and cleaning and such was speaking with him. It seems he's taken a lot of abuse coming in. Maybe that was the type of slave he was, well I knew how to work out troubling slaves, it wouldn't be a problem.

I watched as they talked remaining silent and still. She had been a very beautiful and strong girl when I first acquired her, but now she was older, a little bit weaker form the strain. The work had taken the toll, but she had good blood in her, her physique and health were always good. Perhaps I would breed these two later, they would produce good offspring, and I wouldn't mind watching that later.

 

[sweetguy31]

Those times are fine, not a problem.

I was talking to this sweet older woman. She really seemed like the type that would try to be anyone's mother, and I could handle that, never really having a mother myself. She talked about her days as a slave and what the surroundings were like but she hadn't once mentioned the master. I was about to ask her about him when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a very important looking man standing there just watching us. The realization that he was my new master hit me hard. I hadn't been expecting him to come around so soon. I immediately fell to my knees and repeatedly expressed my deepest apologies. When I heard nothing from him, I glanced up quickly to see him standing there with his hands on his hips and an amused smile on his face. I was slightly embarrased but that feeling didn't stay for long. I wondered what he would be like. Was he going to beat me like all the others? Or was he kind and forgiving? I would just have to find this out in time.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

I looked over the young boy as he immediately made entreaties to me once he'd realized who it was that watched with interest. I watched for a moment but once he'd finished, his face downcast, his eyes set on the ground I bent down, putting my hand under his chin, drawing his face up a little I looked into his eyes. His eyes were wavering, uncertain I ran a finger down the side of his face,

"Quiet slave, no harm will befall you for this."

A small smile played on my face,

"Tell me, how well have you been to your other masters, do you please well?"

I looked him over running my hand over his firm biceps,

"Will you please me well?"

 

[sweetguy31]

His finger ran down the side of my face. He said that he would not hurt me so I instinctively calmned down a little. Then he asked if I would please him well. "Of course Master. I will do my absolute best to please you. Anything you want from me, it is yours," I assured him. The slight smile he held was a little threatening but I was pretty sure by the way he was touching me that he wanted me for a sex slave. His hands ran over some cuts and bruises and I winced as he touched them but I was afraid of what would happen if I backed away. I sighed. "Is there anything I can do for you Master?

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

"Eager to please, I like that in a slave."

I smiled and then took his chin in my hand slowly bidding him to rise up. He stood now, and I stepped back apraisingly. He was of strong build handsome and from what I could tell beneath the cloth, well enough endowed.

"Remove the clothing."

I nodded to the slave,

"I'd like to see all that I purchased."

 

[sweetguy31]

"Yes Master," I replied. I was obviously a sex slave but I was still extremely quiet and embarrassed about my body. He had pulled me up to a standing position. I was brought up learning to hate myself and I would be like that permanently, whether I wanted to or not. I trembled really badly but I hoped he wouldn't notice, I didn't want to make a bad impression. I held my breath and untied my rope belt that I had made when I was 7 and the pants kept falling down. Once I untied the rope, the ragged cloth could not hold itself up and it immediately slid from my hips. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. I felt his eyes running over my body, examining everything I had to offer. I hoped he'd like me. I was freezing so I wrapped my arms around my chest. Almost as soon as I did that though, I brought them back down because I had not been oredered to do that. I was also taught never to do anything I wasn't ordered to do so I just stood there and froze. I waited for words from my master. Anything, anything that would give me a clue as to what he wanted from me.

 

[Guest]

"Now slave, open your eyes and stand tall and proud. You are one of my slaves and I won't have you looking like a stray dog."

I walked around to his backside massaging the back muscles with my hands getting a feel for the muscles that tensed along his back. A good strong back, he obviously wasn't only a sex slave, he'd probobally been a labourer.

"How many masters have you had?"

He began to speak but I stepped around him,

"Speak up boy. How many masters? And what kind of a slave to them?"

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

That was me

Sorry

 

[sweetguy31]

I held my head up, opened my eyes, and straightened my back, trying my best not to apear as frightened as I was. I apologized to him for speaking to softly. "I've had about 12 masters, I've been a labourer for 7 of them and a sex slave for 5, Master," I told him. He was standing right in front of me but I couldn't look him in the eye. It would just be common disrespect to him for someone of my worth to look him in the eye. He had been running his hands up and down my back, feeling the muscles I had. I had tried to act calm but my body tensed up at his touch and I trembled under his cold hands wondering what he would do next.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

I nodded sharply as he answered my question, very good an experienced sex slave, and labourer. This would prove a very profitable buy after all.

"Follow me boy."

I intentionally led him passed all of the other slaves cells watching for his reaction as the some hooted, others just stared and observed the newcomer.

"Have you ever been mating stock?"

As we reached the outside of the slave quarters I stopped him and withdrew one of the collars and leashes hooked on the wall. As I picked the one up the rest swung slightly at the disturbance. I turned and looked him over one time strapping the leather firmly around his neck, a little constricting to swallowing but he could breath, and it showed him his place. Though as it seemed this slave probobally wouldn't need any reminder of his lower status.