## The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by HumHumming » Fri Aug 08, 2014 1:13 am

The Broken Slave (M/M)
Chapter 1: The purchase
The young boy stood straight with his face turned to the floor on the slave market. He, just as many other slaves stood on a red line with their Masters behind them.
Dressed in only a leather strap and chains around ankles and wrists, he looked down on to the cold concrete floor, sending chills to his bare feet. His Master stood behind him with a stern face. For a whole month he had tried to sell his slave, but no one was interested. He knew why. His slave was damn beautiful and cute, but there was no life within him. He was heartbroken and scarred. His Master feared that he was scarred for life and that there was no hope in selling him. He was a sex slave, and no one wanted to buy a sex slave who had no spirit, no matter how good looking they were. Even if the potential buyer only sought to rape his slave, there wasn’t much enjoyment to be found when the slave wouldn’t even respond to it. The slave’s Master considered soon selling him as a laborer since the slave’s cause was lost. Though selling him as a sex-slave would bring in a lot more cash, since that was what he was trained for. And so he tried a few more times to get him sold as such.
In the well-kept and erotic section of the large slave market where the sex slaves were sold and bought, a large, buff, handsome man in his young twenties walked down the row on slaves. His name was Barthor. He was 21 years old, roughly 1.95 meters tall and extremely well trained. His muscles could be hinted even behind his blue velvet clothes. He seemed like a giant compared to others. He had medium length blonde hair with several strands of light brown in it. Deep blue eyes that could sink in respect to any man. He was a naturally born dom, and had since long desired to have a slave of his own. He looked at all the available slaves but he was meagerly impressed. He sought something different in his future sub than what was offered. He didn’t want a good trained slave that was like everyone else on the market, no he wanted a slave that was different. A slave that had a rare personality. Someone who would behave different from everybody else, someone that offered some excitement in his life besides fucking.
As he walked the long row of nearly naked sex-slaves he drew close to the far right end, looking to see the last available slaves. Every Master behind their own slaves were eager to make Barthor buy just their slaves. Though no slaves interested him. How long hadn’t he looked for the ‘right’ slave, the perfect match for him? For weeks surely and he expected to be just as disappointed as he had several times before. But as he neared the last slaves his attention was grabbed by an especially enthusiastic seller, desperate to sell his slave. He claimed that his slave was a one of a kind offer that at least had to be looked at. Barthor’s blue-eyed gaze drew to the seller’s ‘special’ slave, the slave standing with his head slightly bent down and looking down at the concrete floor. He was no different than the other’s Barthor thought, all slaves stood like that. But as he came closer he looked at the slave’s expression. It showed no fear or anticipation for the slave market, he had definitely been there before. And unlike all the other slaves he saw something that this one lacked. Lust. Every slave was trained to flirt and look as handsome and lustful as possible to a potential buyer. This one didn’t though. But damn was he beautiful! Barthor was intrigued by this and took the slave’s chin in his big masculine hand and tilted his face upward. What he saw made something writhe within him. What he saw was big green eyes that looked into his, eyes that were completely void of happiness. All he could see in the slave’s eyes was sadness and grief, no spirit, perhaps not even the will to live? It was like the slave didn’t even care what would happen to him anymore.
‘’What has happened to this boy’’ Barthor asked the seller, clearly interested to the cause behind this
‘’Oh it’s a long story. To make it short he was sold to a Master who apparently loved him. They were overjoyed together, though that Master died in an accident after about a year, that broke his heart. I was the one to buy him on an auction. Then I sold him off to a new one. Only that time his new Master abused him. I don’t know what happened but when he came to return the slave to me, not even wanting a refund, the slave was… changed. Bruised and scarred, he was in worse condition than he was bought in and didn’t even speak about what happened. After that he’s barely been responsive, doesn’t even want to live it seems. I don’t know what to do with the fucker’’ he responded in his heavy accent
Barthor didn’t respond to the explanation, but continued to observe the slave.
He had pale skin on a small cute body. While he hah small muscles, they were clearly defined against his small body, making him seem stronger than he actually was. He was also very small compared to Barthor. Barthor was in mass probably twice as big, due to his height and muscles. The size pleased him, he wanted a small slave to control. Someone who was small and who could be cradled against him.
‘’Step forward slave’’ Barthor demanded
The slave complied and Barthor took a proper look at him. The young boy was scarred, literally. He had bruised elbows, small scars on his chest and forearms. A small discoloring on his hip, barely visible. This didn’t bother Barthor, in fact he thought it made the slave sexier.
Though addition to that, the boy was noticeably scarred on his back. Long lashes reaching from one side to the next. Impossible to hide without clothing.
‘’What’s happened to him here’’ Barthor asked as he pointed to the long scars
‘’The boy took a heavy whipping there ye se. He refused to talk to me after the last time he was sold, he deterred all customers to buy him, and so I demanded that he improved his manners. When he didn’t comply to that I whipped him, believing to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately though nothing changed with the little fucker’’
Barthor gave a stern look of disapproval and disgust to the slave seller. How can you whip a slave for acting weird after he’s been clearly abused? He soon turned his attention back to the slave though.
‘’What’s your name boy’’ he asked the slave
‘’Blaise sir’’ answered the slave in a submissive but emotionless voice
‘’How old are you’’ he asked
‘’19 years old sir’’ he replied in the same voice
‘’How long have you been a sex-slave’’
‘’I have been on the market for 17 months sir, in slave service for about 16 months sir’’
‘’Has he been on the market for a whole month, good looking as he is?’’ he asked the seller baffled
‘’Yes, it’s not easy trying to sell a little fucking slave with no spirit, no one wants him. He’s been impossible to sell since he was last purchased’’ he said, indicating the slave’s time with his latest abusive Master.
‘’If I can’t sell him soon he’ll be sold as a laborer, I don’t know what the fuck to do with him’’ he said chilly as he gave a black stare to Blaise’s back.
Blaise seemed to notice this and shrugged.
Barthor’s heart filled with compassion for the poor slave. He could feel the grief of the slave as his own, and he was saddened to hear how he was treated. Especially how he was whipped by his Master for being heartbroken. He felt sadness in hearing this slave’s dark life story.
He felt that this slave, Blaise, was something special. He wasn’t like everybody else, he was something special. Someone who Barthor felt was so careless about life that he would be honest in everything he said. A slave that wouldn’t lie to his Master and wouldn’t only do what was expected from him.
This was exactly what Barthor was looking for, someone different as his slave. His heart filled with sadness at the thought of this heartbroken beautiful slave being sold off into labor and being further abused. It was something he simply couldn’t stand. He wanted to care for the slave, lead him out from the abyss, lead him out from darkness and grief and into a life of affection and love. He wanted the slave’s life to be worth living again, he wanted someone to love, who also loved him back.
He had decide, he would buy Blaise as his own.
‘’How much’’ he asked the seller
‘’Oh-okay it’s eh… 500 Eutrutian dollars for him’’ he replied obviously baffled by the offer
It was a low price for a sex-slave Barthor thought to himself, though money didn’t matter
‘’I’ll take him’’ said Barthor without a moment’s hesitation
And so it happened. Blaise was once again sold off as a slave to a new Master. A Master he thought would be as horrible as before. Truth be told, he wasn’t scared when he was in the slave market, but he was deathly afraid now that he was bought. Blaise had no idea how this new Master, Barthor, was going to treat him. Now he expected the worst without doubt, he was certain that he was going to get raped, beat and mistreated. This was going to kill him. Barthor surely had the capacity to kill him.
Barthor and the seller went through the deal legitimately. First they went to an inspection booth, where Barthor could personally inspect the slave’s ‘intimate’ parts. He looked over all health treatment documents to make sure the slave didn’t suffer from any diseases. When Barthor was pleased with everything, he handed over the money, they both signed the new ownership bill of Blaise, that Blaise was from now on the property of Barthor. From then on he had complete ownership over the slave.
After this it was time for Barthor and his new slave to leave. He put a big hand on Blaise’s right shoulder while pressing Blaise’s left shoulder to his body. This way he guided the boy-slave out from the huge market building to make their way to Barthor’s home. Soon the slave would learn to love it living with Barthor, or at least so he hoped. It wouldn’t be easy though, he thought to himself as the left the daunting complex of the slave market.
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### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by henry1001 » Fri Aug 08, 2014 10:04 pm

Good premise for a story
Can't wait for more...
You are unique, Just like everybody else!

### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by bondagefreak » Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:20 pm

I must say, I'm impressed!
This is very well written and very detailled as well. The dialogue is great and the storyline has a lot of potential.
I can't wait to see what Barthor has in mind for his sexy new slave.
This promises to be an enthralling tale.
Don't keep me waiting too long boy!
I'm anxious to find out what happens next.

### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by NemesisPrime » Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:54 pm

Good premise, I already think I'll like this story. I'll have to echo BF here: Don't keep me waiting too long!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by HumHumming » Sun Aug 10, 2014 1:56 pm

Thank you guys for all your support and feedback. I'm glad that you liked it.
From my side it felt like a bit of a shot in the dark wriing this story, I didn't know if it would be appreciated or not. Now I know it is.
I won't make any promises on when I'll write the next chapter, but I'll definitely continue the story

### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by tony2 » Wed Aug 13, 2014 1:11 pm

Great job HH. A static environment is very rough to keep interesting and still get your foundation facts out to anchor the story to come. You did very well.. Looking forward to see the rest.
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### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by HumHumming » Fri Aug 15, 2014 1:14 am

Thank you Tony, I hope I didn't set the bar too high with this story

### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by tony2 » Fri Aug 15, 2014 2:59 am

> HumHumming wrote:Thank you Tony, I hope I didn't set the bar too high with this story

I have faith in you -- besides, if you drop the ball, we can just padlock BFs hightops on his feet and frustrate both of you.
Aloha
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### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by NemesisPrime » Fri Aug 15, 2014 2:20 pm

> tony2 wrote:I have faith in you -- besides, if you drop the ball, we can just padlock BFs hightops on his feet and frustrate both of you.
> Aloha

Dude, that's harsh! Forcing BF to keep his hightops on and make them stink even more and making Hum here want to sniff them even more thus causing him to go crazy with a raging boner but no way to get off.
Pure evil. I like it
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### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by HumHumming » Fri Aug 15, 2014 11:12 pm

Oh no You two are evil! I suppose I better get going on the next chapter then

### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by tony2 » Sat Aug 16, 2014 2:51 am

I've had enough years to perfect evil from a science to an art form. At least I'm still good for something!
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### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by bondagefreak » Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:56 am

Boy, write at your own rhythm...that's an order.
Your school comes first and so do I.
@ Nemesis and Tony2
Damn you guys are evil. Padlocking my hightops on my feet...sigh.
Do you guys have idea idea how lethal they'd smell once they came off?!
Keeping my bad boys locked on my bare feet would be a good way to punish my foot pup, but then I have a feeling that the worst part of that punishement would consist of being in the same room with me when the hightops came off!

### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by tony2 » Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:06 am

More, More, Tell us more.....
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### Re: The Broken slave (m/m) Chapter 1

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Aug 17, 2014 11:44 am

The premise for this story is different from other slavery stories I have written. Most have doms who are nothing but assholes that love tormenting their slaves(not that im one to talk...). But this one introduces a dom who seems to have a different agenda for his slave. He seems to genuinely care for his well being. I already am eager to read the next chapter.
Keep going, man!
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### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 1

Post by HumHumming » Sun Oct 12, 2014 6:29 am

Alright guys, the story is back from the dead!
The reason I haven't updated the story for 2 months is that I simply haven't had inspiration. I haven't brought myself to writing, nor have I wanted to. It's not until this week that I've wanted to write again. This is also an attempt to revive my inpiation for the future, I want to continue this story considering I received a lot of good feedback on it.
I've tried to make it as good as the last chapter, and I have taken a different approach to this story in writing it from the last chapter where there was a narrator. I thought about this over a week ago, you'll see what I mean when you read the chapter
Enjoy!
The Broken Slave (M/M)
Chapter 2: A new home
This is it… this is the final time I will be sold off as a slave. It’s gonna kill me this time… I thought as I was being led by my new Master to a new home. I was guided as I was before, with Barthor’s hand resting on my right shoulder and my left one being pressed against his firm torso. I was trembling with fear now. I was certain that this time wouldn’t be any different. I was going to get killed without remorse, that’s how Masters are.
I’m gonna get raped and beat at the least, if I’m lucky. I thought as I was being led further up towards the house.
We had been travelling from the slave market to Barthor’s house, and now we were here. We didn’t speak on our way here, we were in complete silence. I looked up at the tall skyscraper building where Barthor lived in his apartment. I noticed from the people walking by that it was a place for residents with money.
‘’This is where I live boy. I live high up in the nearest building’’ Barthor said as he pointed forwards
He led me onwards, towards the entrance of the building. Barthor decided it’s better if we take the high speed elevator up. I soon found that he lived nearly at the absolute top of the building. As we went up and up, I wondered why he had gone through the trouble of buying me. No one else wanted me, why did he? I felt like something was wrong.
It took a few minutes to get to the top, all the while we stood in silence as I looked out through the glass wall of the elevator. The look of the city in nighttime was incredible, tiny lights illuminating the ground. But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that the further up we were travelling, the harder I’d fall from having this new Master. I was slowly on my way to my doom and there was nothing I could do about it.
When the elevator stopped nearly at the top, Barthor gave me a gentle push forwards. I complied and followed by his side as he walked up to a door and deactivated a high-tech security system. He motioned for me to walk in and so I did. What faced me was a large, nice apartment belonging to the well-off stud that bought me.
****
I looked down at the slender boy standing in my hallway. He wore nothing but a worn leather strap around his waist. The rest of his body was bare. He was clearly taken by what he saw, I could see that. But I could also see something else. It was the first time I could see any emotion in the boy, but I didn’t like this. Fear. I could see fear in his body. He didn’t even dare look me in the eyes.
Shit, maybe I should have talked more to him before, made him feel more safe. I thought to myself.
But I soon wiped that away. If I was to own this boy I couldn’t show any hesitation or insecurity. I had to feel secure to make him feel secure.
‘’This is where I live. I know it’s a bit large for one person, but I like to have space, especially since you’ll be living here’’ I said in my warmest possible voice
‘’I’m sure you’ll learn to like it here. It’s already getting late so I’ll get us something to eat and then we’ll sleep, okay?’’ I told him, wanting to lure out a response
‘’Y-yeah okay Master… are you sure you don’t want me to make the food?’’ he asked with a nervous voice. I only smiled at his sweet remark.
‘’No, not today. Usually you will, but today I want you to feel comfortable around the here. You can sit down by the dinner table and relax for a while’’ I stated.
I made sure to speak to him in a voice that contained authority and kindness. I wanted him feel safe with me, but have no doubt as to who is in charge.
I made my way into my modern kitchen through a left doorway from the hallway. It must’ve looked pretty exclusive to the boy because he was staring his eyes out. But he didn’t speak out loud. He kept his thought to himself.
I will have to fix that in the future. I thought as I began cooking a fast meal consisting of some fruit, bread and red meat that I was cooking on the stove. It was simple enough, but I was too tired to make anything special tonight. It’d have to do.
As I was getting finished with the meat, I piled up everything on a large plate, and fetched two smaller plates for the two of us to eat from. We would stash up the food on our smaller plates form the big one. It would be like a minor buffet. As I approached the table with the food, it looked as my boy hadn’t seen food for years, and I could see in those eyes that he was starving.
‘’When did you last eat today Blaise’’ I asked him as I fetched water and two glasses
‘’Ehm… I haven’t… eaten since this morning. It was a way for my seller to punish me for scaring off customers. He wanted to motivate me to do my best to get sold…’’ he told with a sad and exhausted voice
I looked in shock at Blaise, he looking down into the table My mind filled with both rage and compassion. Every time I thought of that seller, I was filled with disgust. I couldn’t believe how he had been treating Blaise. Even an idiot could see that the boy had been traumatized. And yet he whipped and starved the boy? I had to fight hard and take a deep breath to regain my self-control. I couldn’t lose my temper, not now. I looked into his eyes as he looked up. They were so innocent, so filled with carefulness and fear. I couldn’t bear to be mad when I looked into them. Those big green eyes belonging to the submissive boy in front of me. They kept me from going mad with rage, they calmed me down and touched the very bottom of my heart.
I soon broke out from my thoughts, and put the glasses down on the table. I forced a smile as I spoke to him.
‘’Then I guess you must be pretty hungry. Just dig in and eat all you want, there should be more than enough for the both of us’’ I said as I put on vast amounts of food on my plate.
I watched him do the same, and even though he hadn’t eaten since morning he only took about half the size of my food before he was satisfied.
‘’I only need this’’ he said as he piled up the small amount of food on his plate. It was a very modest amount for him I thought.
‘’You may take more if you want boy. I’m not going to ration anything for you, eat until you’re full’’
This was what he needed to hear. He gave me an unsure look before taking some more food. He probably thought that I was going to starve him tomorrow if he ate too much. I would assure him that those are unnecessary thoughts. Thoughts that belong to a distant old life.
After a dinner in mostly silence and a one-way conversation, we were both content, and for the first time it looked like Blaise had shown a sign of happiness. He devoured the food like he hadn’t eaten in several years. He even mentioned how it was some of the best food he’d eaten since he was first bought. After that I could see deep sorrow in him again. The same sorrow I saw at the slave market. He was happy when he was first bought. I knew he must’ve loved his old and first Master, but I didn’t want to bring up such things too early. He still needed time to melt down all new impressions.
I let out a big yawn and I could see that Blaise was getting tired as well. I decided that this was the time to go to bed. I’d talk out with him properly tomorrow. Both about rules and expectations. And if I’m able to… lure out some the events previous in his life.
*****
‘’I think it’s time to go to bed now Blaise, I think we both need to get some sleep after today’’ he spoke to me after the silence of the dinner.
Finally. I thought. I was getting really tired by this point. Even more so after eating the most I’d eaten since my first Master…
I was still filled with grief every time I thought about him. I loved him and fate took him away from me. Even if I will ever love Barthor, he will never have that same special place in my heart.
I was glad when he finally decided to lead me to the bedroom. The dinner was quiet, but I was to blame for that. I was nervous as hell and barely dared speak to him. My previous Master didn’t want me to speak too much. But Barthor, he seemed keen on talking with me and afterwards I felt bad. I felt bad for not returning his friendliness with responding to his attempts at getting a conversation started.
He led me directly from the kitchen into the hallway. There to the left to a side door leading to a room by the northern wall of the apartment. It was his personal bedroom where I’d also sleep. The room was as stylish and modern as the rest of his house. It was clear that he had plenty of money to spend. He had a king-size bed with four sturdy posts of dark wood reaching up to the ceiling.
‘’Okay Blaise. You’ll be sleeping in my bed next to me. But first I want to get that filthy old leather strap around your waist changed’’ he said as he walked towards a drawer.
From there he pulled out another leather strap. But this one was all in all new dark brown expensive leather and looked much more comfortable than my current one. It’s true that my old leather strap was well worn, I’ve had it since I became a trained sex slave. It was something all slaves had to wear. He walked over to where I was standing but paused in his step as he came closer.
‘’This is your first day here, so I’m feeling generous. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself?’’ he asked as he held the strap in his right hand.
Part of me wanted to do it myself. But hell no, I was a trained sex slave and I was used to other people looking at my genitals. I wasn’t gonna draw back and do it myself. If I wasn’t talkative tonight at least I had to show that I was still an experienced sex slave.
‘’You can do it Master, I don’t mind’’ I said in a voice that as usual was filled with grief as it had lately.
Without a word, he got to it and quickly pulled away the old dirty leather strap covering my genitals and put on the new one. It felt new and weird, but I liked it. It felt like I was beginning anew here. Even if I didn’t want to admit it at the time, something inside me was beginning to like this new Master.
When Barthor was finished strapping the leather on my waist, it was his turn to get himself ready. Needless to say it didn’t involve wearing a strap. He began to strip away his blue velvet tunic and fashionable fabric covering his body. All the way down to the leather boots at his feet.
As Barthor stripped down to his boxers I could see how incredibly fit he was! I hadn’t thought of it before, but my new Master sure had a body to die for. His chest was large with clear toned muscles that could melt away any person. He had beefy arms and thick thighs which were more than twice as big as my own. I looked at his entire body. From his medium length blonde hair and blue eyes, down to his feet that must’ve at least been at size 48. I hadn’t realized how incredibly good looking he was. He was more than that, he was sexy!
I averted my eyes as when I saw him looking at me.
Shit! He saw me staring at him. He’s gonna punish me for that… I thought as I averted my eyes from him, knowing that he saw me.
But a cocky smile painted itself on his lips, and he didn’t show any anger.
‘’It’s okay Blaise, you can look at me. I don’t mind that. Besides, my body does look great doesn’t it’’ he stated with a cocky attitude that was still friendly
I was not prepared for this. I thought he didn’t want me to throw myself all over him and his body. I looked up again at him, noting that he wasn’t mad at all. I just observed his body and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
I could see that he loved showing off his body, he must’ve worked hard for it.
‘’Y-yeah… it does look great Master’’ I said awkwardly and continued to eye his body. I was getting more excited by the minute by it.
No… I can’t do this. I can’t do this to Daemon. I can’t think of Barthor that way. I love Daemon, not him. I thought as I averted my eyes and a dark cloud covered my face. I was certain that Barthor saw that and wanted to ask me what was the matter, but he didn’t.
After a whole minute of uncomfortable silence, he finally walked up to me in his bare form, put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me towards the bed. Without hesitation I followed his move and crept down under the soft clean blankets of the bed.
Oh Gods, they are fantastic! They are clean and… even smell clean. I thought to myself as my nearly naked body came in touch with the bed sheets. They were in a hot red color that engulfed my bare body and kept it warm. I crept to the right side of my bed and lied down with my head to the side. Barthor sat down himself heavily on the bed, making me move up and down on the mattress. He lifted up the sheets and crept under them as well. He looked like he wanted to hold me tight and fall asleep, but he decided to just lie down on his back with the sheets pulled up to his chest.
‘’Goodnight Blaise my boy, sleep well’’
‘’Goodnight Master, and… thank you for treating me well today’’
He turned to the side and stared at my back.
‘’Of course I’m gonna treat you well! I’m your Master and you are my responsibility’’ he said in a slightly louder voice
He didn’t like that I didn’t take that for granted. But there was something else on my mind. Something that had been festering since I was brought to Barthor’s apartment. I had to say it, I had an immense feel of guilt. I regretted the passive way I’ve behaved today when he clearly wanted to ease the tension. I slowly turned around and looked at him with my head lying down at the side.
‘’Master, I’m sorry I wasn’t very talkative today. I’ll better tomorrow, I promise.’’
Barthor gave me a sympathetic look, then put a light hand on my shoulder.
‘’Hey, boy. Don’t you worry about it. I know it must be hard for you to get accustomed to a new life. You’re just nervous, don’t think about it’’ he said in gentle whisper
We fell asleep, looking at each other. Somehow it felt like this small conversation had begun the bonding between us. It didn’t matter that it was nothing more than a few sentences. It felt like I knew some of Barthor’s intentions with me now.
I felt much safer right now than I had ever felt these past 5 months. Maybe things won’t be as bad here as I thought they would.

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 1

Post by tony2 » Sun Oct 12, 2014 11:38 am

Very sensitive and well done. The A/B narrative style is not easy to use well, but you did a good job. Please don't wait so long for the next one (or we will padlock BF's trainers on his feet until you publish (he he he)...
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### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 1

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Oct 12, 2014 12:05 pm

YES!!!
I've been waiting for this story to continue for a while now! I love how their relatipnship os blooming, and love how the story is told from different perspectives. I think it adds a certian deph to it, to see what both of them are thinking. good job, Hum, and am already anxious for the next chapter. Don't keep up waiting too long.
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### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 1

Post by HumHumming » Sun Oct 12, 2014 12:33 pm

Thank you both for you support. I'm very glad to see that there is still support dor the story on such short notice. I really am sorry that it took so long to publish, hopefully I can keep it up in the future.
And chad, I noticed that you had the exact same idea as me on Orphaned in the snow, I think you did it well

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 1

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Oct 12, 2014 1:17 pm

> HumHumming wrote:Thank you both for you support. I'm very glad to see that there is still support dor the story on such short notice. I really am sorry that it took so long to publish, hopefully I can keep it up in the future.
> And chad, I noticed that you had the exact same idea as me on Orphaned in the snow, I think you did it well

Thanks. I actually used the same style for Ghosts and Ropes. It really does make it morr interesting. I also tried the same thing with Game of TUGs, but it wasnt as organized as it should of been. But if I may, A Song of Ice and Fire novels(which is what Game of Thrones is based off of) also uses that kind of narrative style. I am really a fan of it.
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### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 1

Post by BelltwinJ0sh » Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:07 am

Cool!

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 1

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:30 pm

I finally had some time to sit down in front of my computer and read this latest chapter.
I'm really proud of you, boy.
I love every minute of this and I think the double-perspective style is really working out for you and this story.
I want you to keep at it.
I wanna read more from you.
The desciptions, the dialogue and the pacing, it's all really well done.
I'm anxious to see what Barthor has in mind for the following day and I'm anxious to see what kind of a Master he'll be.
So far, he seems pretty kind, but I'm also betting he's got a really dominant side to him.

> tony2 wrote:Please don't wait so long for the next one (or we will padlock BF's trainers on his feet until you publish (he he he)...

Tony's right. Don't keep me waiting too long.
I'm anxious for you to get the next chapter published.
But you've done really well and I think you've earned some quality time with me tonight.
Don't worry...I'll make sure you get to spend some quality time with my trainers as well
Proud of you boy.
Keep up the good work.

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 2

Post by HumHumming » Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:15 pm

Greetings everyone! I have now posted another chapter of my story. It took a bit longer than I anticipated, but at least it wasn't two months!
As always I am open to any kind of feeback, negative and postitive alike.
If you feel like there's something you don't like, tell me what it is and don't just say that it's ''terrible'' or ''bad''. That way I can improve on the experience for you all.
Please enjoy!
The Broken Slave (M/M)
Chapter 3: An unexpected morning
I was crouching down in a corner, tears forming in my eyes and my heart beating fast enough to give ma a heart attack.
‘’Please Master, I’m sorry… don’t hit me anymore please! It won’t happen again I swear’’ I said as I hunkered down with my hands covering my face.
‘’Sorry? You’re SORRY? You should be more than sorry you ungrateful little brat’’ he said as he swung down at me with his wooden rod.
It hit me right over the back, leaving marks and a sting that forced a shriek to erupt from me and my body to fall down on the floor. I was writhing as the hits kept falling down upon my body again and again and again...
‘Whack, whack, whack’ it sounded as blood finally drew from my cracked skin. I was outright crying right now, my cheeks were wet and my body in agony. But worst of all, was the fear… not knowing what he was gonna do to me next.
‘’That ought to teach you, you little fucker! Why did I ever buy you?’’ he lashed out as he stood over me
‘’I-m…. I’m sorry Master… I promise it’ll never happen again… give me a new chance! Just please, don’t… hurt me anymore…’’ I let out between sobs gasps of air.
‘’There won’t be another chance for you. Prepare to join your old Master, slave’’ he said as he raised up his leather clad boot in the air.
Without flinching he brought it crashing down onto my face…
‘’AAAHHH NOOOOO’’ I screamed at the top of my lungs as I was filled with panic
I scrambled in the bed sheets and gasped for air and tried to find a place to hide
‘’Blaise! Blaise!’’ Barthor called out as he lunged towards me from his side of the bed and took me in his large arms
‘’Calm down Blaise, calm down boy’’ he said with a stern yet concerned voice as he forced me close to him
I began breathing normal again and I registered that I wasn’t there anymore, I wasn’t with him. It had all been a nightmare. A terrible nightmare.
‘’Is there anyone else here?’’ I asked with a panicked voice
‘’What? No, what are you talking about’? There’s just you and me here’’ Barthor responded confused
‘’It was just a nightmare boy, nothing else’’ he said as he grasped me even closer
I began breathing more calmly and regaining my logical thinking. I responded to Barthors hug by grabbing hold of him even tighter, I just wanted to feel his safe embrace around me as he comforted me.
I still couldn’t help but look around the room in case there was someone else here. In case he was here… Nathaniel.
I untangled my limbs from the sheets and was pulled closer by Barthor.
We were still far from close, and I barely knew him. All I knew though was that I wanted to be embraced by him. I wanted him to take charge and take care of me.
We sat in the bed, his large torso covering mine. I could feel the warmth and the methodic breathing from his chest. Heaving up and down it brought me to a place where there were no worries. For a moment I forgot all about the nightmare and I couldn’t imagine anything else in the world but being grabbed tight by Barthor. I didn’t know much about this man, all I knew was that he wanted to take care of me and make sure I was protected from the world. At least I thought and hoped so. I was till doubtful of his true intentions.
We were sitting like that for what must’ve been 10 minutes before my Master spoke up again.
‘’You feeling better now boy?’’ he asked friendly
‘’Y-yeah I’m feeling much better. Thank you Master’’ I said as I looked up to his face with genuine gratefulness in my face.
‘’Would you care to tell me about it?’’
‘’I uhm… I’d prefer not to actually. It’s not that I don’t want you to know, it’s just… very hard for me’’
He leaned back, broke the embrace and looked into my eyes.
Oh shit, he didn’t like that.
I immediately averted my eyes from his blue gaze. It filled me with respect and domination. It was a natural reaction from me to avert my eyes, I had learned to do that the hard way…
*****
‘’I understand, you don’t have to talk about it if you really don’t want to. But I’m always here if you want to talk’’ I told him as he looked away.
I wonder why he does that. It seems like he’s afraid that I’m gonna hurt him.
‘’I understand Master, thank you’’ he said as he slowly tilted his face up again
‘’Come one, let’s get dressed and we’ll eat some breakfast’’ I motioned as I began moving to the edge of the bed.
I could see that he wanted to stay in bed a bit longer, but he sure knew his place. He didn’t say anything, he just complied and slowly rose from bed. I could also see that he seemed, ‘weird’. He looked at me with a suspicious look. Like he didn’t expect me to comfort him after his nightmare, like he had grown attached to my small caressing. He looked like a curious pup who saw something he liked for the first time and didn’t want to be parted from it. It looked like all kind of emotions were about to spill out from him.
I went to the wardrobe and begun taking out a set of clothes. A pair of black pants with a green linen tunic. I had a vast supply of clothes, and they were of fine fabric. I had the money and I wanted to show that off. It was important to show off your status.
As I put that and my leather boots on Blaise spoke to me from behind.
‘’Ehm Master, I don’t mean to ask anything, but I’m just wondering if you want me dressed or if you just want me in the leather strap’’ he asked me carefully
There was something about him. Yesterday he wouldn’t have dared ask such a question, but today he did. Yet he was still very careful and he walked on eggshells around me. The question brought a small smile on my face.
‘’No boy, I don’t want you wearing any clothes while we’re here in my home. Even when it’s warm enough outside I want you bare. Only when it’s cold enough will you wear clothes in public. I prefer to see your sexy little body at all times’’ I said as I turned around to face him.
I could see a hint of him blushing and a faint smile, but he made no bigger expression. There sure was something special about the boy. He didn’t seem to take my compliment seriously. Something was gravely wrong with him in his past life, and I suspected it had something to do with his nightmare. But I wouldn’t press him. I’d make him safe enough to tell me when the time comes.
‘’Come on, let’s get some breakfast. I would want to chat a bit with you as well’’
I could see that he was slightly put at unease at this, but he followed. Obediently, like he didn’t know anything else in his life. The trained sex slaves on the market sure did know what they were doing. They had been trained since they were small kids. They were brought up with sex and with obeying their owners without hesitation. They were trained to obey and to please. To sexually please, as if it was second nature to them. I sure wanted to try that out with him, but I still wanted to take it easy so that wouldn’t make him more scarred than before.
We into the kitchen on the west section of the apartment, me leading and he following. I went through a few cupboards and the refrigerator. I saw that I was running out of food. I would have to buy some more soon, especially since I’d have another mouth to feed from now on. I pulled out some bread, butter, fruit and a few other minor things to complement the breakfast. In my eyes it was a very meekly breakfast, but looking at my boy it seemed like he’d never seen so much food at once in his whole life. He seemingly had a hungry and fascinated look as soon as he saw food. I put it all down on the dining table and motioned for Blaise to start eating. He only took two slices of bread and spread some butter on them. I thought it was way too little for my boy to be eating.
‘’Hey Blaise, I’ve already told you. You can take more food if you want, I’m not gonna hold back on your food in the future’’
‘’I know Master, it’s just that I don’t eat that much’’ he said calm as he looked at the table
‘’Well I’m gonna change that. I want my boy to be healthy and to eat well. Here, eat this as well’’ I told him domineering but gentle as I gave him a hard, juicy apple
He didn’t complain or disobey. He simply took it and looked at it. Looked at with the same dead look I saw in his eyes all the time since I bought him.
‘’Listen Blaise, I want to talk with you a bit today’’
‘’What is it about Master?’’ he asked as he looked up and broke his dead stare
‘’Numerous things. It’s mostly about how things are going to be run around here. I don’t have many rules, I have more guidelines for how I want you to behave. First of all I want you to know that you can trust me. I don’t know what has happened to you in the past. Nor will I press you. You will only tell me if you feel like doing so, but you have to get one thing clear. I’m NOT going to hurt you. I am going to protect you and keep you safe and I need you to trust me’’ I told him with a serious voice
He didn’t say anything, he just looked up at me with curious and confused eyes.
‘’Secondly, I know that you are a trained slave. But I want to make you certain as to who’s in charge here. I am the one pulling the shots and there should be no doubt of that. I don’t want you doing things without my permission you understand? But I intend on taking good care of you. As long as you follow my rules and do everything I order you to, I will make you genuinely happy living here. I might have a very dominant side, and I will never take no for an answer. I'm doing things my way. But I'm going to take care of you in the process’’
At this he seemed very curious but still kept his mouth shut. But his emotions seemed to catch up with him.
‘’Thirdly, I want you to tell me as soon as I do something you’re not comfortable with. I am doing this because I know how scarred you are from the past. I’m gonna say that outright, there’s no point in pretending neither of us knows that you have been through… things. I want you to tell me when you don’t like something I do with you. That doesn’t mean that you get to decide how you’ll be trained. That’s under my charge, but I’ll take it into deep consideration’’
Now I had his curiosity to the point where he finally spoke up.
‘’I understand Master, and I promise I’ll make no attempt to fight you on any of these points. They are.. fair and…’’ he said without finishing his sentence as he swallowed a lump in his throat
‘’Yes? They are what?’’ I asked
‘’Generous. They are kind to me. You seem like you actually do want my best, you probably don’t know how… *sob* grateful I am for that…’’ he said as small tears began running down his cheeks and he broke down into a silent sobbing.
I had not anticipated that to happen, but I was quick to rise up and take him in my strong arms and comfort him. He must me more mentally scarred than I first thought. I suppose he wasn’t used to me taking care of him and showing him such care and affection the second day at his new Master. I mean I had both comforted him in the morning after his nightmare, I told him I’d take good care of him in all ways and now I was comforting him again. He seemed to leak out tears oh joy and sadness.
‘’I’m sorry Master… I-I’m… you shouldn't...‘’
‘’Shhh… it’s alright boy, don’t apologize. There’s nothing to be sorry for. Let it go, cry all you want’’ I said as I held a hand on the back of his head and gently pressed his forehead down towards my chest and large pecs. I held his small, delicate body against mine as I covered him with warmth, making him feel safe with me.
‘’It… it’s just that… I didn’t expect you to want to take good care of me. I-I didn’t… expect you to do that…’’ he said as he lay with his ear against my chest.
This morning would be longer than I originally anticipated, I thought to myself. But it didn’t matter. I was going to train this boy to fit my wishes, but I was also going to make him happy again. That was why I took him on. That was why I wanted to make him mine. I wanted to bring happiness into his life again.
We sat on the kitchen chair, me now with him in my lap. I was holding him tight while memories of past flowed through his mind. We were sitting there, in silence. I took care of him. I pulled him close to me.

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by chadmc90 » Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:21 pm

It seems like Blaise has experienced more than he has let on. It seems there was a breakthrough as well with the two. Definitely looking forward to seeing how things play out. Great job, as usual man!!!
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### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Nov 11, 2014 9:32 pm

I love reading from both perspectives like this and I have to say it's working out really well for this story!
It looks like Barthor is actually pretty sincere in his desire to help his new boy find joy in life.
I loved the dream sequence and the ensuing discussion between the two.
Already there's a connection, which'll hopefully grow stronger.
Blaise isn't new to the slave life, but I wonder how Barthor is gonna work out his training.
I'm also anxious to see how he works out the balance between taking care and disciplining his boy.
Hopefully Blaise will be a quick learner and the road ahead won't be too bumpy.
Well done boy!
This is another great chapter and I can't wait to read what you have next in store for us.
Don't keep me waiting too long.

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by tony2 » Tue Nov 11, 2014 11:05 pm

Aw.... Right out of "Little House on the Prairie."
However, it is nice to see one that doesn't star ropes and discomforts from the fourth dimension or elsewhere.
Keep it up. Thanks for taking the time to write this.
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nobody else will figure out you're faking it.
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### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by HumHumming » Thu Nov 13, 2014 8:15 am

Thanks for the feedback everyone, it's really helping me in wanting to continue the story.
I take in consideration every review I get and I appreciate all the feedback you can give me, it's comforting as the days are getting shorter and darker

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by bondagefreak » Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:56 pm

Any news on this, boi?
I'm anxious to see what Barthor has in mind for his new slave.

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by HumHumming » Sun Dec 07, 2014 11:21 pm

Well Master... I'm gonna write it ince school has calmed down a bit. There's tons of stuff to do now so I wanna focus on that.
Once most if it's over though I will most likely get to writing another chapter.

### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by chadmc90 » Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:57 am

I am also looking forward to the next chapter as well, bud. Don't keep us waiting too long or it may result in you getting your masters sneakers duct taped to your face. lol.
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### Re: The Broken slave (M/M) Chapter 3

Post by HumHumming » Mon Dec 08, 2014 1:17 pm

Wow that's pretty harsh! I don't want that to happen, but I guess I won't have a choice untill things calm down... damn it will be a hard time for me the next weeks