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 With one giant hand Master dragged me out of the trunk and sent me spilling
on to the dusty track beneath.  I fell gracelessly, unable to balance with
my hands tied.  He laughed and swatted my naked ass.  His house was twenty
yards away.  It was mainly constructed from wood and I thought that it was
a little dilapidated.  It was surrounded by trees though and was obviously
very secluded.  I wondered where the nearest neighbours were; there was no
sound of traffic or anything like that.

   Master kicked me with his heavy boots.  "Crawl to the house worm." I
started to shuffle my knees forward but he kicked me again.  His boot
landed in my ribs and I collapsed to the floor, eating dirt, the wind
knocked out of me.  "On your belly, maggot," he snapped and went on ahead
of me.

   I slowly dragged myself over the rough soil and rocks, my tiny cock
digging into the track.  I wiggled my shoulders and pushed myself with my
legs, delighting in how pathetic I must look.  "That's it, worm," Master
yelled and laughed.  I heard a quiet beep and looked up and realized that
he was photographing my predicament.  "Yep, slut, we're gonna have a nice
little scrapbook for ya by the end of your vacation."

   It took a surprisingly long time to wriggle my way to his front door but
he let me kneel in order to climb the wooden steps.  I was covered in dust
by the time I got into his house but he didn't seem to be concerned.

   I crawled on my knees, head on the floor, down the hallway and he
indicated a doorway to the left that I should go into and wait.  I did as I
was told and found myself in quite a neat living room.  There was a large
couch against one wall and a couple of lazy-boy chairs against the other.
Twilight streamed in through the wooden slats of a blind against a large
window.  There were several shelves covered in books and porn magazines and
a large plasma-screen TV.  A video camera on a tripod sat by it, and a red
light on it winked at me.

   Unsure of what to do, I remained kneeling in the middle of the room.  My
wrists were still cuffed behind my back.  I realized that I was shaking a
little; a combination of lack of food and nerves.  Master came in a couple
of minutes later, chugging on a large bottle of beer.  He stopped and
looked down at me.

   "Well, faggot," he said in a deep voice, "at least you know enough to
keep your mouth shut unless spoken too.  One less thing to beat out of you
I suppose." He smiled unpleasantly.  "Let's take a look at you.  Spread
your legs."

   I did as he said and opened my knees.  My balls hung down between my
thighs and my small cock jutted upwards, betraying my desires.  "Fuck me,
that is small isn't it," he laughed.  Bending down, Master grabbed my balls
and yanked at them.  It tickled and hurt and I yelped.  "Shut up, slut, or
I'll just hurt you more later."

   He fondled my balls and pulled on my pecked, laughing.  "Three inches
when hard?  I thought you were joking," he mocked.  "No wonder you're a
faggot - no way of pleasing a woman with that stupid little thing.  Never
mind though.  I've got a big chunk of meat here and you can share it."

   Next he roughly turned me round and shoved me over.  I fell to my face
and he yanked up on my balls from behind, forcing me to thrust my butt up.
He jabbed a finger roughly into my anus and swirled it around.  I
whimpered. "Pretty tight cunt for a bitch," he announced.  "We'll soon have
you wide and wet like a proper whore though."

   He took a swig of his beer and grabbed a belt.  He gave me a few good
whacks over my bare butt and made me thank him.  Then he pulled me up to my
knees again, using my hair as leverage.

   Master sat on one of his leather chairs and motioned for me to come
closer to him.  "Ok faggot, time to show off your cocksucking skills." He
popped the buttons on his fly and let his cock spring out.  It was massive;
a good nine inches long and two and a half in diameter.  I stared at it
enviously and licked my lips anxiously.  I had never sucked a real cock
before.  This was something that Master didn't know.  We had played online
before and I had made out that I was an expert little deep-throat bitch.  I
fantasized by being a supremely submissive little tart and that was the way
I behaved.  Now that reality stared me in the face, I wondered if I would
be able to bluff it.  "Well, cunt, what are you waiting for?"

   I eagerly went in for the kill, moving forwards and parting my lips to
take in his bulging cockhead.  I suckled on its tip, staring Master in the
eye and making moaning sounds that I hoped sounded sexy.  The feel of his
hot cock on my tongue felt surprisingly good, just like I had hoped it
would.  It tasted salty and musky and I greedily swirled my tongue along
it. Just as I had described in the chatroom, I took my mouth of his dick
and ran my tongue down the base of his shaft, delighting in the way it
moved and grew against my face.  I reached his large, hard balls and kissed
them before moving my mouth back on to his cock.

   "That's a good cunt," Master sighed as he watched and slurped on his
beer.  I ran my lips down his big cock, feeling his large meat against my
tongue as it filled my mouth.  My own prick, or clit as he called it,
jerked and twitched below.  I wished that I could tug on it.

   Master's cock grew hard in my mouth, his veins proudly on display.  I
bobbed my head up and down on it, coating his dick with saliva, taking four
of five inches into my mouth each time.

   "Deep throat it cunt," Master ordered, "I want to see you suck on my
whole cock." He grabbed a nipple and twisted it viciously.

   I tried my best.  I moved my head up and tried to push my mouth all the
way down Master's cock.  It was impossible though.  I felt his dick push
against my tonsils and all of a sudden I was gagging, terrified of throwing
up.  I pulled off the cock, leaving a saliva trail from lips, coughing and
retching.

   "You useless cunt," Master yelled, suddenly angry.  "You throw up on my
floor and you'll fucking lick it up."

   "I'm sorry, Sir," I whimpered.  "Your cock is just too big and I can't
fit it all in."

   He slapped my face and my ears were suddenly ringing.  Grabbing my
balls, he twisted them, leaving my doubled up in pain.  "Useless, pathetic
bitch!  What is the point of cocksucking faggot that can't even suck on a
dick," he yelled.  I stayed quiet, red-faced with shame, wondering what
would happen.  Would he kick me out?  "How many cocks have you sucked on
before, slave?"

   I decided that honesty was the best policy.  If I lied and he caught me
it would only make matters worse.  I looked up, tears welling in my eyes.
"Yours is the first cock that I have sucked, Sir?" I admitted.

   "So all those stories that you fed me online were bullshit?" I nodded.
He stared down angrily and then suddenly laughed.  "Ha!  A virgin.  Well,
I've got news for you, bitch.  Everything that I said was true and if you
haven't had any experience before then it's just going to be worse for
you."

   With that he grabbed me by the ears and rammed his cock into my mouth. I
spluttered and gagged on his cock.  "No teeth," he warned, "or I'll fucking
pull them out." He thrust violently in to my mouth again, fucking my face.
I gagged again.  "And don't even think abut throwing up."

   Master bucked his hips, ramming his massive dick in and out of my whore
mouth.  My cheeks were pushed out, my throat was ravaged and he laughed
maliciously as he grasped my ears to help him.  Tears streamed down my face
and snot rolled out my nose as I struggled to accommodate his huge,
wonderful cock.

   He must have screwed my mouth for ten minutes, all the time calling me a
worthless whore, shouting out threats of how he was going to have me tied
over a table and fucked over and over and over by every gay man in town. 
"You'll feel like you've been fucked by a train," he told me, "and then
we'll piss all over you and turn you into our toilet." Finally he pulled
out and I gasped for air like a fish out of water.  I felt faint, terrified
in the knowledge that on a scale of one to ten of what he had threatened to
do to me, this barely registered.  For the first time it started to really
sink in that I had a fortnight of abuse to come and there was nothing that
I could do about it.

   Master was behind me then, and he shoved me to the floor.  "Ass in the
air, arch that back, slut," came the order.  I did as he was told,
anticipating the upcoming penetration with a mixture of horror and
excitement.  "Time to pop that cherry, whore."

   And then he was thrusting it in, invading my ass with that enormous dick
of his.  He didn't use lube, he said, as punishment for my lies.  As he
mercilessly drove his cock in and out of my cunthole, stretching it wide,
he rained down a torrent of abuse.  I felt like the slut that I had always
craved to be and suddenly knew that I had made the right decision.

   When he finally shot his load deep into my bowels after raping me hard
and roughly for ten minutes, I knew that I totally wanted to be his slut.