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BECOMING A MASTER 09
MM+, Anal, Oral, SM, CBT, Raunchy, Bondage, and more
HOMER RIOS
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Friday, June 3, 2005

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I moved into a house that would afford me a little
more privacy than that of a condo.  During this time,
the bitch was completely transformed into his role of
a dog, and would only answer yes and no questions.  He
was happier, and the aggressive side of his
personality died away after three weeks.  Still there
were times that I had to make sure he was able to
function as a human being.

With the simple command of "MAN" he would know that he
would have to stand like man, and only speak when
spoken to.  In MAN MODE (as I liked to call it) I
found that Greg functioned pretty much like when we
first met each other, but this time around pure
submissive.  In DOG MODE, he was pretty much a dog,
running around on all fours, eating out of a dog bowl,
pissing and shitting on the lawn, and sleeping in a
doghouse.  I still called him the bitch, but in DOG
MODE he earned the name of: Butch.

Master Frank and Master Chuck came over a few days
later with their slaves to give me a house warming
present.  A nice little vase, or something for the
house would have been fine, but what I got was
completely unexpected. Carlos fixed everyone a
delicious luncheon that we all took our time eating
and enjoying the conversation and the slaves taking
care of us.  After lunch was over we retired to the
dungeon the boys and I made of the cellar.  

One of Master Chuck's slaves took a shine to Butch,
who was sleeping in his cell, and woke up after being
nudged by Master Chuck's own man-dog.  I gave my
permission for the two slaves to play in Butch's pen
upstairs, which both man-dogs seemed to enjoy.   

Master Frank took one of his slaves and Carlos to one
of the play stations I had set up.  I knew that Carlos
would be safe and that I didn't have to worry about
him, especially if Master Frank was playing with him. 
I turned to the remaining slave of Master Chuck and
Master Frank, and ordered them to my other play
station.  

Master Chuck for his part was playing with two slaves:
One hanging from the ceiling and being whipped, and
the other having an electrode dildo up his ass and
squirming.  Master Chuck was taking delight in the
fact that the hanging slave was resisting the whip and
swinging back and forth from the chains.  It didn't
stop him from landing blow after blow on the slave.

I turned my attention to the two slaves that I had and
order the Asian slave onto the Saint Andrew Cross,
where I tied him up.  This slave belonged to Master
Chuck, who noticed that I had him and yelled to me: 

"He has misbehaved today prior to being here, do me a
favor and give him hundred lashes on the back and a
hundred on the front."

I walked over to the countertop where all of the toys
are set out and got myself a nice thick whip.  The
other slave saw what I had and cringed, but I told him
(a nice looking white slave) that I wasn't going to
beat him, but did order him onto a sling where I
attached ball weights to him.  I turned my attention
to the two hundred lashes the Asian slave had to get. 


After every twenty strokes I gave the Asian, I would
kick the weight on the white slave's cock.  He would
moan and cry out in pain, around one hundred and
eighty strokes, the Asian slave was breathing hard and
crying, apologizing for his transgression.  I took him
down and allowed him to fall to the floor where he
curled up into the fetal position-I just left him
there.

I turned my attention to the white slave, who I
released from the sling and weights, forcing him to
his knees to suck my cock.  After spilling my seed
into his gullet, I made my way with him in tow to a
vacuum pump that I set up to milk my boys.  I attached
him to it and set it to milk him six times, I know
that it will drive him crazy.  Butch was the only one
that could make it through the six milk cycles but
goes crazy on the seventh.

White Slave shot his first load, while I was placing
twenty-pound weights on to his balls.  His second load
came when I was placing the leather blind fold on him.
 His third load came when I was placing clamps on his
tits.  Loads four through seven I was massaging his
ass, and fucking him as hard as I could.  The machine
whined down as I shot my load up his ass.

I started to free him noticing that he was breathing
extra hard and was shaking, I got a "thank you Sir,"
from him as I helped him down from the table.  He was
a bit weak in the knees, but he was able to walk over
to the Asian slave and curl up next to him.  For his
part he was still in the fetal position and shaking,
but the white slave wrapped him in his arms and talked
gently with him.

Looking around the Masters were in various stages of
completion, Master Frank came over to me with Carlos
behind him.  He patted Carlos on the ass, as he walked
by him to take up position behind me.  

"Your Carlos is one fucking good slave, he does you
proud." Master Frank said.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."  I responded.

"He seems to be able to know what you want before you
want it, I like that in a slave."  He responded.

"Yeah, that's what I like about him, he is very
attentive and is very empathetic about my needs."

I was going to add something to that bit, but the
doorbell rang.  I walked over to the monitor I had
next to Butch's cell and saw that it was Master Chang,
the Asian Master that I was talking to at one of
Master Frank's luncheons.  I walked upstairs with the
other Masters following me, while I got the door; they
made their way to the patio.  I laughed because
sitting in the patio are two good-looking Maters naked
talking and drinking ice tea.  

"Master Chang a pleasure to see you again."  I greeted
him, remembering what Master Frank said about treating
him like royalty.

"Would you please come in and make yourself at home?" 
I asked.

He made his way into the house, and followed me out to
the patio, where the other masters were.  On the lawn
Butch and Master Chuck's man-dog were playing around,
they must have had some fun because they both were
dirty, and bits of cum was sticking all over their
body.  

Master Chang greeted the others and striped of his
clothes taking a seat next to Master Frank and me.  I
listened as they talked about a big party that was
going to happen next week, with a senior Master that
throws some wild parties.  I was not invited but it
didn't matter I was happy to see they were going to
have a good time.

I noticed throughout our conversation, that Master
Chang would look over to Master Frank every now and
then, but didn't really make anything out of it.  My
attention went to Butch and the other man-dog, who
were starting to fight over something.  I was getting
up to stop it, but Master Chuck said that he would let
them fight it off to show whose place this is.

I sat back down and watched as the two man-dogs began
biting and growling at each other.  It didn't seem to
me that this fight wasn't going anywhere, but was soon
proven wrong when Butch flipped the other man-dog over
onto his back, sitting on top of him and then biting
him on the balls and not letting him go.  The man-dog
went super submissive and order was restored again.  

Butch let the man-dog get up, and allowed the man-dog
take his cock into his mouth and shows him respect. 
Not wanting to be left out with something in his mouth
Butch turned around and took the man-dog's cock into
his mouth.  They lay in the middle of the lawn sucking
each other's cocks moaning and groaning.

My attention went back to the conversation and noticed
Master's Chang's attention going to Master Frank
again.  I watched this exchange a few more times,
before I realized that something would happen.  

In the past, Master Frank would drop little surprises
on me to teach me control and to give me a good time. 
He has told me that I am like a son to him and that he
just wants to give me all of the experiences that he'd
want a son to have.  I had no problem with it, but did
wish it were done openly and not always a surprise.

Master Chuck got up and announced: "Fuck I have to
take a piss."

Carlos escorted him to the bathroom, I waited for
something to happen, but nothing came.  The
conversation was about some Master in Germany that was
a close friend to Master Frank and his stable of
slaves.  The next thing I knew, Master Chuck had me in
a headlock and lifting me out of my chair.  Looking
around I saw that Master Frank and Chang getting up
and following Master Chuck into the house.

I was carried down to the dungeon where the other
slaves were still cleaning up, hung with me from
chains in an X positions, my feet must have been at
least a foot off the ground.   I was nervous about
what was about to happen to me, but also knew that
Master Frank wouldn't let any permanent damage be done
to me.  I hung there for the longest time as the
masters got their slaves into position.  

I lost track of where all of the masters were, but
found out soon enough that Master Chang was standing
behind me, rubbing his hands across my chest, and down
my belly.  My naked buttocks being brought close to
his body, I was so close I could smell his cologne. 
The rubbing went on for a while until it was starting
to get painful, with each touch he would increase the
pressure he would give to the various areas of my
body.

Master Frank spoke up, "Slaves!  Upstairs, except for
Carlos and you [pointing] George."

George was the white boy I worked over originally, and
one I wouldn't have mind having in my company of
slaves.  Carlos I knew would do what he was ordered
despite what it might cause me.  My nervousness was
gone, as I knew no matter what happened I would be
having fun.

Master Chang's voice boomed in my ear, as he said,
"Count the lashes boy."

"Yes sir." I responded, knowing I usually wound up
taking the submissive role in these scenarios.

Chang moved in front of me, while I felt the first
sting of the whip.

"One thank you sir, may I have another?"  I remembered
to say.

This was something Master Frank told me would make me
know what the subs I take on will feel, and I cannot
put them through things that I am not willing to do. 
So in the last fifteen surprises that Master Frank and
his friends put me through I have experienced a lot of
things that I can honestly say I enjoyed and am glad
to be learning what to do with my slave first hand.  

WHACK!  "Two, thank you sir, may I have another?"  I
responded on the second lashing.

Master Chang stepped back in front of me and began
connecting clothespins onto my face from my ear to the
corner of my mouth, and then down the side of my neck.
 It was painful to say the least.  I was then having
connected to each of my nipples weighted clamps, and
then more clothes pins until he was to my groin area.

I knew Chang was interested in the slow drawn out
torture of his slaves, when he was finished my cock
and balls had several clothespins attached to them. 
All the while I counted all of my lashes, which were
up to thirty.  Master Frank came up and began pulling
off the clothespins from my face and neck causing me
to yell.

Master Chuck stopped the lashes; as Master Frank
started pinch each clothespin on various locations,
and would pull some off without releasing them.  I
looked down at the different locations and saw red
marks where he squeezed the clothespins while he
yanked the pin off.  After several minutes, I was
breathing hard, and in pain from Master Frank taking
the clothes pins off the rest of my body and the
thirty lashes.

Master Chang took over with the lashes, which did not
require me to count-it distracted, him he said. 
WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK! He was like a windmill whaling
on my back for the longest time.  Mentally I counted
sixty lashes when Master Chang finally stopped. 
Ninety lashes, and I don't doubt it would be my last.

Carlos was given the whip next, and was told to give
me thirty more lashes. Carlos looked at me and took
the whip knowing that he had no choice but to whip his
own Master.  I was proud when he took up position and
began whipping me on my back.  At thirty he stopped
and gave the whip to Master Chuck, who patted him on
his ass.  For my part I was breathing harder than I
have ever breathed before, and was becoming light
headed.  

Master Chuck gave the whip to the white slave, and
ordered him to give me 120 lashes on my front.  Master
Chuck (as were the other Masters) hard as rock, and
was pushing his hard cock up my ass, grabbing me tight
around the waist, and then held me in place by placing
me in a head lock.  The slave began whipping me
landing the lashes harder than any of the others, but
I just determined to let myself yell out and not let
it bother me (even though it really did).

With each lash I was pushed against Master Chuck's
engorged cock, in and out, in and out, after 115,
Master Chuck's cock started to erupt his warm cum up
my ass.  Since I have been a part of this group of
masters and having this surprises dropped on me I had
to learn to become a bottom and found that I liked it,
especially when it came from someone as good looking
and rough as Master Chuck.  

At 120, I shot my load, and was out of breath.  My
heart was beating hard and felt like it would come out
of my chest at any minute.  The white slave shot his
load a few seconds later.  All that happened next
happened in a blur, as if I were viewing from outside
of my body. 

Master Chang laid me down onto a padded table, with my
leg being tied by the ankles behind my head.  Both
slaves came over to either side of me and began
sucking on each of my nipples.  Each master began
fucking my ass, taking turns whenever they reached
their edge.  After a couple hours, masters deposited
their seed inside my bowels.  

My legs were released, and brought down to the table,
while Carlos attached himself to my cock, and the
white slave began sucking the cum out of my asshole. 
Within minutes I was cumming inside Carlos's mouth,
who sucked like a Hoover vacuum.  George the white
slave was sucking my ass and shoving his tongue up my
ass so far that I thought in any moment his head would
be inside of it.  

I laid there for the longs time, as my breathing and
heart rate came back to normal.  Carlos stayed close
by licking the sweat off my body and talking to me
gently.  The white slave left at Master Frank's
instruction, and returned upstairs, with Master Chang
and Master Chuck.  Master Frank helped me sit up, and
patted me on my whipped back.

"You did well, I am proud of you."

"Thank you sir."  I said.

We made our way upstairs and talked in the patio, and
had dinner, I watched as Butch and Master Chuck's
man-dog played with each other, and the other slaves
sat near the pond that I had installed not too long
ago.  The conversation came around to Butch, which
sort of surprised me.

Master Chuck stated matter of factly, "That man-dog of
yours is a good boy, and I heard that you had a
problem with him."

"A bit.  From what I understand he cannot handle the
'real' world, and broke up into separate personalities
both of them being submissive, but one more so than
the other.  It has been a long time but I think we
were able to bring him around."  I said proud that
they liked Butch.

Master Frank spoke next, "I talked to the doctor a few
weeks ago about a mentally ill slave I was looking at
purchasing and he said that your man-dog was the first
time he has seen someone with a mental illness in
service.  He believes in your case Butch is in the
best place he could be, especially since he would have
fucked up his life anyway."

I just listened for the most part as turned my
attention to Butch and thought that I was lucky to
have him around, just as lucky as having Carlos
around.  I also thought that I couldn't allow him to
live in the real world with his illness.  He was meant
to be a servant and a man-dog, especially since he
couldn't live a life of a normal man.  

Master Chang brought me out of my revelry, "How much
do you want for that bitch?"

I looked at Master Frank, who just shrugged, and
answered, "With all due respect SIR, but Butch is not
for sale?"

Master Change looked at the other masters, and then
returned his attention to me, "Money is not object."

"I understand that SIR, but I cannot sale Butch."

The subject was dropped, and moved to George, the
white slave, who apparently is giving Master Chuck a
hard time with his training.  I allowed the
Master-Master talk about what to do to break the white
slave and listened.  The various manners to break this
hardheaded slave were somewhat more severe than what
Master Frank recommended to me, but seemed to get
Master Chuck interested.

"Well all I can fucking say is if any of this shit
doesn't work his ass is going to Master Alex's slave
training camp."  Master Chuck was pissed off, but I
didn't understand why.

After dinner the Masters left, with Master Chang
letting me know that he is still interested in Butch,
to which I informed him that I would not changed my
mind.  They left my boys and me to clean up and
recover from the day's activities.

Carlos came up to me concerned, but wouldn't speak up,
"What is the matter boy?"

"SIR, why does Master Frank insist to put you through
these trials?"

"From what he told me it is a way to show me how my
slaves are going through and what it feels to be a
bottom.  Apparently he feels that a Master should be a
bottom for a while before he becomes a full Master." 
I said.

"That makes sense to me SIR, however, why didn't he do
this before you took anyone on?"  

"Because I didn't know him before I took you two on, I
started to talk to him a few days before my full
session with Butch."

Butch was jumping around me happy and still hard from
all the fun, I bent down to pet him behind the ear as
my mind went through the day's events.  While I
understood Carlos's concern, even though he didn't
come out and say it, I had to admit that every time I
am put into these positions I enjoy myself.  Butch
went to his crate in my bedroom, while Carlos and I
went to the bathroom to clean up.

As Carlos soaped me up and began massaging the soap
into my body, he spoke up, "SIR what about BUTCH is he
going to be safe?  From what I have seen of Master
Chang he usually gets what he wants."

"I have been thinking of the same thing.  I should
have sold him to Chang, GOD knows he would have made
the price worth my while."  I said, as Carlos
concentrated on the lashes on my back.

"Would you sale him?"

"No, of course not.  I cannot honestly say I would
sale him or you to any of the Masters.  One he is
mentally ill, and should stay where he picked to stay,
and is the most comfort ablest, and two, I don't think
Chang will treat him properly.  I think he would make
things harder on him just because of his problems. 
Nope, I am keeping him, and will deal with Chang if
and when the time comes."  I said enjoying the
massaging hands of Carlos and the aches and pains of
the day wash away.

I rinsed off and cleaned Carlos up, drying each other
off, I gave Carlos a passionate kiss and sent him off
to sleep on his bed at the foot of my bed.  Lying in
bed looking at the ceiling, I couldn't help but think
that deep down Master Chang would make a move to get
Butch, but didn't know when.  Looking over at the wire
crate and Butch's naked body curled up softly snoring,
I thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be better
off with Chang.

I put the thought out of my head almost instantly, I
loved Butch almost as much as I loved Carlos and would
not want to see him beaten and treated inhumanely by
Chang.  He is apart of my family now and will be
treated like a family member, I decided that I will
have to be ready for whatever Master Chang would have
in store for me and Butch.  With that in the back of
mind I feel fast asleep secure in the knowledge that I
would think of something that will keep Butch safe.

Thank you for readying CHAPTER NINE of BECOMING A
MASTER, three more chapters left until the conclusion
of the series.  I hope you enjoyed CHAPTER NINE, and
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