Chapter 8 - My future as a slave is laid out
I crawled back from the bathroom and my Master told me to kneel before Him and then said "slave, I paid $2,000 for you and Jamal here is going to make sure you earn enough to make me whole." I smelled an opportunity and although I knew I was only to speak when asked to I decided to take a chance. "Master I am willing to pay that back in entirety." He glared at me with such hatred that I knew I had made a fatal error speaking out of turn. He kicked my balls with His boots and with the force of a professional soccer player. I cried out and keeled over sideways writhing in the most intense pain I had ever felt.
He then said "how dare a lowly slave think to speak to his Master out of turn. I am going to tell you something so you don't have any illusions. I know your worthless pasty white ass thinks that you can use money to solve every problem. I do not need nor want your money, if I did I could get to you to pay 20 times what I paid for you just to stop the pain and humiliation that you will be enduring in the coming months."
I was still writhing in pain and He kicked me again in my stomach. "I am not motivated by money like you are, taking away any semblance of your white privilege and manhood is what brings me joy. I want you to feel a portion of the pain my ancestors had to endure. Your pain will be what moves me, see faggot slave my cock is hard again from beating you." He then kicked me again and then turned me over an mounted me a second time all while Jamal watched in silence. He fucked me with anger and hatred. He yelled out non-stop slurs about me and beat on my ass with His bare hand for several minutes before exploding again in my ass. I sucked him clean after of course too.
He told my cum filled ass to get on all fours and picked up where He had left off before I had foolishly interrupted Him. He said "so here It is bitch boi, you will need to become an earner for Jamal and me. You will be whored out to black and Hispanic men in the Chicago area. We need to make it a reasonable price to get you used significantly. So $40 to fuck your ass and $20 for a blow job but Jamal has a finder's fee and gets one-third of your action as your pimp."
I was following along now - I was going to be a cheap prostitute to black and Hispanic men. I did the quick math ans concluded that he needed $3,000 to pay him back and Jamal and if say half wanted blow jobs and half to fuck me that was $30 on average and I needed to be with about 100 clients. Wow I was stunned. I also was so sore from being kicked and my balls ached through my stomach.
He went on "you need to know once I am paid back in full you will be released within 30 days. You need to make yourself available to Jamal especially on nights and weekends and the more you do the sooner this will be over for you. Some will want you dressed like a sissy and some won't, he will let you know the John's preferences"
"Slave, this does not mean that I cannot fuck you for free or Jamal can't or that I cannot lend you out to friends for free - you are MY property after all and I can do with it as I like." He paused and came by my face and said "open up" and spit in my face three times and then said "swallow it up cumslut." I did so without hesitation.
He finished His speech by saying "I also have 10 parties or so a year that my guests pay a small fee to fuck and use my slaves and you will be attending those. Nice intimate gatherings of 50 or more people." He smirked as He said that and then said "one last thing, because you disobeyed my speaking rule I am going to put you in chastity for the next 30 days."
He went and got a black case out of a cabinet and came over to me. I had read enough about them in some of the bdsm stories that I knew a little bit about it from my one session with my former Mistess. He put it on my little cock which was sore from the kicks and shriveled up to under 2 inches. He put on what was called a CBT3000 cage (the same one Mistress had used on me) with a metal lock.
He laughed and said to Jamal "this faggot's cock is so small we might need to find a junior size cage." Jamal laughed back and I blushed from having my manhood ridiculed in this fashion. He said to me "you will wear it until I release you, plus no one wants to see your pathetic excuse for a cock. You will have to pee sitting down like a bitch too -- that is an added bonus slave. If you need to explain to your poor wife just say that you want to give her oral for a month to prove you are an unselfish lover or come up with some story because it is not coming off.
After He had me locked in my cock cage, He had me leave in a van with Jamal. I didn't sit in the front seat but on one of the two cushioned benches in the back of the van. I sensed I was about to begin my journey as a male prostitute.