Ch. 4 - Not Edited

Andrew's pov

I sat in the bed, not being able to sleep, when the first man, not the servent walked in. calling me slave, he started going over some rules. I need to kneel when he gets to the room. now? I better do it fast. I jumped out of the bed and kneeled at his legs. "good slave" he said while petting me. slave? again? but I need a place to live in. and this is better then at the street. always. master, or that's how he told me to call him, told me to crawl after him, and then went out of the room. I followed. he told me to get into the big bed in the main room, and I did. am I a good slave? master tied me to the bed posts, and went to get something. as soon as he got back, something was shoved in my ass. a moaned in pain. master put a weird ring on my male parts, and clicked a button. aaaaaa. it feels weird. It feels good. it's so strange. I moved, trying to make it stop. "quiet" said master, and I stopped, moving to only little moans. and then he started. the whip hurts so bad. I begged him to stop. but he just ignored me and kept going. and it hurts. and feels good. at the same time. my mind went blank. I couldn't come. I want to come. I can't. it hurts. I kept thinking and begging for release, and master kept ignoring me. and then it stopped. and he went out of the room. I was left alone for a couple minutes, but then the servent came. silently he took of the ass vibrator, freed me, but kept the cock ring on. "go shower. put this on your injuries " he told me, and went away, living some food.

and that's what happened for the next few days. I don't really know how many. no day light in here. I thought about running away. the door wasn't locked. but what waited outside was death by hunger. I prefer this then death. I think. any way, I stayed.