Property of Black

CHAPTER FIVE

"Did that maggot just put his eyes on me, Black?" Cole hisses at Black. Hell, I know his name now. A lot of good it will do me since I won't get to call him by it.

"Don't worry about it, Cole. It'll get a good punishment for its disobedience." Black gritted out through clenched teeth. "Remember, asshole, I told you not to say my name in front of my toy? It should think of me as Master only. Now my name is out there it may go through its brain and spill out of its filthy mouth."

"Dude, sorry. I forgot." Cole replies in a bored tone. "But, hey, can I punish it for looking at me?'' He perks up some with that thought voiced. No, please, I don't want someone else touching me, hurting me. Not that I wish Black to do it, but at least he doesn't call me a maggot. I almost looked up to eye the boys in front of me speaking to each other as if I weren't even in the room. But the light sting and burn that shrouded my body reminded me to stay in my place.

"No," Black asserted curtly. "I am not playing games, buddy. And any property I own I never share. You know that, Cole." Black articulates to Cole.

"I know you don't like to share, never did. But I figured since this twerp is only your first you wouldn't mind me playing too. Come on, man," Cole pushes.

"How can I explain this any more than I already have?" Black explodes into a fit of quiet, calm anger that is quite terrifying to hear. I bet if I could see those eyes of his, they would be blazing a molten gold and chocolate. "My brother taught me how to do things the right way. How to get them to respect their Master. He has been doing this for over ten years now, and not one of his slaves have ever remained resistant. They all bowed down to him. Most sooner rather than later, but they all ended up submitting in the end. I am not going to mess with his ways, dude. I just won't. I probably won't have more than one at a time as he does, but that is my choice, and I will not veer from the structure my brother has set out for me."

Sighing Cole remarks defeated, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I just thought this once..." he trails off. "Black, why a guy? Why not get a chick, then at least you can bang her instead of just busting on its ass?"

"How do you know I won't 'bang it?" Black reveals with a smirk I can just see on his face. "Now get out of here I have s**t to do." Black pushes Cole out of my 'little place in heaven.' Haa. Heaven my ass. If this is heaven, then I think hell would be a lot better.

I feel myself starting to shake because I have tried not to move, and now my body is reacting and getting stiff and sore. I just want to go to bed and wake up back in the cemetery and run home to be ignored or yelled at. A tear drops out of my left eye. I want to desperately wipe it away, but one move and my punishment become harsher and more prolonged.

Black must have noticed my distress because he walked over to me and told me to rise. As I tried to get my legs moving again, I crumpled to the floor. Pins and needles struck me everywhere, and I feel like I have no limbs. Everything is so numb. I tried to stop the onslaught of tears, but there was no way they were just going to halt at my command. Maybe all I am is an object to be treated like a dog or in my case worse than a dog. I cannot even get my body to follow orders I make.

As I lay crumpled on the cold hard cement floor, Black reaches down and grabs me under my arms and moves me to my bed. Once again, he is wiping the tears off my face and licking them up from his fingers. In a low soothing voice, right by my ear, he whispers, "Don't worry about Cole I won't let him put a single finger on you, my pet. And just for the record, I will cherish our time together. I knew the moment I saw you walk into my class that first day of yours that you were the one I was destined to keep. As I said to Cole, I will only have one pet at a time, unlike my greedy brother, and we will bond in every known way possible, pet. I will be hard on you, and I will require your complete and utter obedience, but that will come in time, it will, pet. And you will never want to leave your Master. So stop crying and take a nap. I'll be back in a little to bring you lunch and take you for punishment from this mornings misunderstanding. Sleep now, pet." I barely hear his final words as I am falling into a deep sleep. And dammit to hell he was able to stop me from crying.

I felt a gentle touch whispering up my neck to my face, I shivered from the feel. I must be having some sort of s*x dream. Because the next thing I know, I feel a wet kiss on my neck. Then a tongue gliding up and licking my lips. I moan, and the tongue slips into my parted mouth. I need to wake up, I think to myself. This is too intense for me. I feel as if electricity is running through my entire being like when Black touched my back that first time. Before I thought, I moaned out, "Black, don't stop." As fast as the assault began, it stopped. Damn. It was not a dream, and I just said his name. "Get up." The command came from a rough and thoroughly irritated voice.

"Damn him for saying my name," Black grumbled mostly to himself. As soon I was up and standing Black pushed down on my shoulder to get me to kneel in front of him. "Now that will be two punishments for today, rag doll. One for looking and one for calling out my name and not the name you should be using in your every waking thought and in your dreams." He smirked. "I am Master. Nothing else. I am not him, or he or Black or Mr. I am master. Say it. Who am I?" He spoke calmly but with punctuated labor to his voice.

I opened my mouth, and after days of not being able to speak, I croaked out stuttering, "Master."

"Louder!" He declared.

"Master," I said a bit louder, yet still feeling as if there was a frog in my throat.

"Louder!" He demanded.

"Master." I bellowed with all my might.

Black took his hand off my shoulder, and with his palm, upwards rose his arm to signal me to elevate. And I did so. "Look at me," he authorized. I looked up into his vibrant, amused eyes and he continued, "When you speak if in fact I ever let you speak again, I am Master. Do you understand? All I want to hear from you right now is Yes, Master or no, Master. If any other word spurts out of your mouth, I will cut out your tongue. Do you understand, my pet?"

As I contemplated what he just said my mouth took over, thankfully and responded with a very weak and pathetic sounding yes, Master.

"No!" He bellowed. "Say it, so it sounds like you are worshiping me. As you should be. Or at least very soon will be."

Is he for real? I need an escape. I cannot go on like an animal. A caged... Before I could process any more of my musings, I felt a tug to my upper body and then landed on Black's lap with my ass pointed straight up in the air. What the hell?

"Owww!" I screamed as he smacked my ass with a wooden hairbrush. "This is for..." whack, "not answering..." crack, "me right away," thump, whack, whack, whack. By this time, I was howling like a wounded beast, yet he continued smacking that damn brush on my ass for at least twenty strokes. When he was finished, I noticed two things. First off and most apparent my ass throbbed painfully even as Black soothed my skin with his palm and some salve. But secondly and most disturbingly my d**k was also throbbing and leaking erroneous amounts of pre-c*m.

Since I have the chastity device on, my d**k can't get hard, but it obviously wants to. So now I am stressing out that I need this device off so I can c*m. Black must have noticed my lack of attention to my sore butt and immediately started to laugh. "I knew," he said through chuckles, "I knew you would be the one. Look at how much your c**k is straining through the steel I put around it, pet. I did this to you." He smiled up at me, and quietly,, I uttered, "Yes, Master." He pulled me up and placed me on my bed and left me lying there wanting him. Bastard, I thought. But then he sauntered into the room with some cheese, crackers, fruits, vegetables, and juice and sat on the chair by my bed. He placed the tray of food and drink on the little table beside him, turned towards me and with his index finger motioned for me to go to him. I did as I was ordered. This is new. He never eats with me, I thought.

Black isn't going to eat with me. "Get down on your knees, here facing me, pet. Position yourself the same way - thighs open nice and wide and arms behind you in the small of your back. Head up, eyes down." I did as I was told. "Good, dolly." He patted my head. I wanted to scream at him and find a gun and shoot him. I am not an animal. I kept chanting in my head.

I heard him - Master - pick up something from the tray, with his right hand, he tapped me on my lips. I guess to open them. Then a bright, radiant light swooped down upon me, and I realized he is going to feed me! I didn't want to eat it. I tried to refuse, but I was so hungry from not having breakfast that my will power didn't last after I saw the berry that was held a bit in front of my lips in his hand drip with red, sweet-smelling juice. I had to move my head slightly forward and use my tongue to grab hold of the juicy berry. He continued to feed me and hold my juice cup for me to drink from until I was full. "Good, my pet," he cooed and left me sticky in more than one place.