A/N: I’ve been requested to write a Slave/Master fic since ever, and I finally wrote this :) Hope you like it, Sarah! Love you <3 :) Not for lil kiddies ;D

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It was one of those really rare days when the sun is shining and yet it’s not too hot in the sky, despite the fact it was the middle of July. The front yard was as green as possible, and it was ornamented with many flowers and plants; it was Chester’s pride and joy, as he tended to take a great deal of care of it, when he was allowed to be outside, of course.

But staying outside to gaze at it, and admire its beauty wasn’t an option right now because he was running out of time. He looked at his watch to see it was 3.50PM. He spent more time shopping then he was supposed to. Quickly as possible, he carried on his bagged grocery into the house, after he locked the car which was parked in the house garage in its usual spot. He carried his grocery to the kitchen and hastily stored them in the fridge and in the cabinets, making a mental note to organize them later when he was alone. And then at his way to the bathroom, he dashed his shoes and the articles of clothes he was wearing, letting them fall on the floor wherever they landed. He washed his face and hands, drying them with a towel, and going back to pick up his clothes, folding them and putting them in the coats closet for now. He looked at his watch again, which was the only thing he was wearing along with blue brief boxers and a golden cross chain around his neck.

It was three PM already, and Chester could almost hear the roar of Mike’s car coming into the house after his day of work. He moved to the front door, where there was a small shoes closet, and put his shoes in it, and opened the upper drawer to take out his collar. It was a brown leather dog collar with a tag which read ’Mike’s possession’ on it, he strapped it around his neck tightly, as his Master would strap it himself, and then attached the short leash on the front hoop, his clumsy hands finding it hard from the first try. Hearing Mike’s car park in the drive way, he quickly hooked the end of the leash on the small hook behind him, right next to the front door. The front door opened the same second the blonde male dropped to his knees, and kneeled down. He heard the smack of the front door being closed and he lowered his head to touch the ground, submissively.

It was the routine of everyday when Chester came back home from work, to be his lover’s Slave, literally. But usually he would have much more time to prepare himself to his lover, today was an exception because he went shopping for food with his friend, and spent more time than was planned. Also, today he didn’t clean and tidy the house like he did every day, and he was sure the punishment for that would come later.

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This game of Slave and Master had gone for a while now, almost for seven months, ever since Mike asked Chester to move in with him. They met online a year and half ago, on one of those sites specialized in BDSM, and they confessed to each other that it turned them on completely. They agreed on going on their first date, one month after their meeting online, and it was so fitting that both males lived in the same city. Their first date ended up with Chester being chained up to Mike’s bed, and spanked several times, and with a sore ass the next day. Mike then was afraid that Chester would never call him or see him after that hard sex session, but much to his pleasure, Chester did call him the next evening asking when he had free time to do it again.

After their fourth date together, it was decided that they officially became a couple, and their relationship became exclusive. They enjoyed each other company a lot; they had this strong bound and so many things in common, one of them being their love to hard sex and BDSM in all forms. As time went on, it was obvious that this little game of Chester being Mike’s Slave for several hours each day wasn’t enough for both of them; Mike grew more dominating, and Chester carved for being controlled for longer period of time. So Mike one day, while Chester was shackled to the wall, naked and burning with arousal, asked him if he liked being controlled like this. Chester then didn’t speak, not being given the permission to talk freely, but Mike, sitting on the bed, had slapped his legs with the leather belt he was holding and told him to answer.

Chester answered truthfully, saying that he adored being controlled by Mike, that there was no pleasure more than not being completely dominated by him and not moving without being told to, told him that even right now, although burning and hurting from the continuous slaps, and not being to move an inch, he was in heaven. So Mike asked him if he would like to become his Slave all day long, to serve him twenty four hours a day. Chester then stared at him for few seconds before he said he’d love nothing more.

It was that night when Mike asked Chester to move in into his house and Chester almost singed with joy. Five days later, all of Chester stuff where moved to his new home, and Mike had prepared the house to fit his Slave more. And especially the basement which looked like a torture room right now.

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Mike opened the door, whistling happily, being finally released from a long day at work, and couldn’t be more happy about coming back to his lover and have fun with him. He found his lover in his usual place, right where he knew he would be. His naked colored back is exposed to him and his face was down touching the ground, the back of his head was nothing but ruined spikes. Mike frowned as he knew that Chester always fixed his hair and spiked to perfection because Mike liked it that way, but right now it was a falling mess, and it actually looked a little bit greasy.

Upon hearing the door being closed shut, Chester crawled his way to his Master and patted his shoes in some kind of greeting, and Mike bent down to stroke the messy hair. "You didn’t take a shower, did you?" He asked.

"No, Master."Answered Chester, blushing, he didn’t have time to look better and he knew he looked a mess right now.

"Hmmm," Mike replied, unhooking the leash and grapping it in his hand, tagging harshly on it, causing Chester pain. "And I thought I told you I wanted your ankles and your wrists cuffed!" He said almost angrily, noticing how Chester’s hands and legs were free. It was a punishment for spelling the tea all over the carpet the previous night when his friend Joe was over. Scrubbing the carpet with his hands cuffed while he was being whipped from behind when he wasn’t fast enough wasn’t satisfying enough for Mike. He told him that the next day, Chester would spend it all with his wrists being bound together.

It wasn’t like Mike was being harsh to Chester for no reason, he knew that Chester loved being punished, and Mike always looked for an excuse to do so. Plus, they both had agreed that if Chester wanted to stop and call this whole thing off, he would just say so. It was only a game which could be stopped any minute.

Chester visibly trembled, inching his head towards Mike’s shoes, letting his lips brush over them, "I’m sorry, Master," His voice was a plea, "I had forgotten, I swear!!" He let his hands brush Mike’s ankles and legs, silently asking for forgiveness.

"But I had not forgotten," Mike muttered, looking down at his Slave with amusement. "And I’ll punish you harder for this; you know that, don’t you? You have to learn manners and be a good little bitch," He nudged Chester’s body with his other foot, "Say it,"

Chester whimpered, his arousal just starting to pound, founding all of this very hot, but it wasn’t for him now, it was to please his Master. "I want to punished, Sir," He said, his lips brushing over Mike’s shoes again, "I want to be punished so I can learn manners and be a good bitch for you only, Master."

"Good pet," Mike muttered, "Now tell me also what you want to do now,"

Chester thought about this for a second before he answered, submissively, "I only want to please you, Master, I’ll do whatever to be your good whore,"

"You are a good whore, Chester," Mike snickered, knowing that insulting his lover would always turn them both on. "My good little slut, but you need to be chasten every now and then to be even a better whore,"

"Yes, sir. Only if you please," Chester agreed. "Bound my wrists, sir, and keep them like that all day."

"No one asked for your opinion on that matter, pet."Mike said, almost harshly, "I’ll do whatever I want to you, and you’ll take it like the little son of a bitch you are."

"I will, Master."Chester replied, and felt his owner moving, dragging him along with him. He followed without saying another thing to the living room, where in the drawer there was cuffs he was sure.

"Show me your hands," Mike ordered and Chester sat on his heels, reaching his hands to Mike, who handcuffed them together with shinning black cuffs. "Why the curtains aren’t closed?" Mike said suddenly, and Chester looked around him to see that, indeed, the curtains weren’t closed and they were visible to the street, he gasped and bent down, making himself look as small as possible behind the sofa. "Do you want the whole street to know about our game, Chester?!" Mike shouted, moving as fast as he could to draw all the blinds closed, and sighing in relief when he saw that the passengers in the street were minding their own business, or so he hoped.

"That’s very irresponsible from you, Chester."Mike said standing over Chester, towering over him."What’s wrong with you? Where were you today?"

"I.. I went shopping as you told me to do, Master." Chester replied his face, elbows, and knees brushing the carpet. His cuffed hands in front of his body, making him look even more vulnerable and subordinated.

"But you spent more time there, didn’t you?"Mike guessed. It wasn’t like Mike had owned him and he controlled where he went and how time to spend outside, but it was part of the game. If Chester felt uncomfortable by Mike’s words, he’d say something like ’yes, do you mind’ and Mike would drop the subject instantly. But if Chester wanted to play along, he’d say...

"I did, Master. Please forgive me." He attempted to lower his head into the carpet more, to tell Mike silently to use that excuse to play with him.

And Mike got the hint, they’re been over this many times, "Oh no, I would not forgive you now until you beg, and I’ll punish you right now for this!" Mike threatened, and Chester felt a source of enthusiasm inside of him.

The Asian moved to set on the sofa right next to Chester’s bottom and legs, he took off his shoes and his socks and let his naked feet ran over Chester’s back, rubbing and pressing him down; humiliating him on purpose, as if he was nothing but a toy under his feet. "Get on your knees," Mike ordered, as he nudged him or rather kicked him with his feet. Chester obeyed, getting on his knees between the Asian’s opened legs, and his cuffed hands dropped in front of him.

He could see Mike’s stiff member inside the coffins of his pants, and it made a shiver ran down his spine. He longed to do something with it, to open the zipper with his teeth, and pull his pants and boxer down and suck on that member hard and fast, hearing his Master moan loudly and calling him names.

But Mike didn’t order him to do so, instead he gave him a key to the same drawer in the living room, where Chester knew sex toys were stored, and told him to go there and open it. Chester took the key with his teeth and moved himself to stand in front of the drawer and unlock it; he swallowed hard as he looked to all of the sex toys inside it, and waited for further commands.

"Get me the brown paddle, you know it well, don’t you?"Mike ordered, snickering at his words and the way he saw Chester tremble when the paddle was mentioned. It wasn’t his favorite toy, but it brought so much satisfaction to both of them. Because they both knew that Chester was into pain and Mike was into causing someone pain. It was perfect.

Chester, almost shaking, took out the paddle and placed it between his teeth, it was a long oval paddle, whose handle was long and made out of wood. It hurt like a bitch, and the Slave found himself biting on it as if to calm his nerves, he pushed the drawer closed, and crawled his way to Mike, his head down as usual.

Master slid down the sofa a little bit further, and Chester got the hint. He looked up at Mike, and Mike took the paddle from between his teeth. Without even being told to, because Chester knew what to do, Chester pulled down his blue boxers down to his ankles and kicked them off, being completely exposed to Mike’s hungry eyes to look. He moved closer to Mike and climbed over his lap, his bare stomach was on his Master’s lap, his head and arms dangled from one side, and his legs tangled over the floor from the other. He spread his legs apart, and closed his eyes, waiting for the first blow.

Mike smiled, "Very, very lovely," he muttered, having Chester over his lap, he ran his hands sluggishly all over Chester’s rounded buttocks, squeezing the flesh there for few seconds, making Chester wait in anticipation for his punishment.

The Asian lifted his right hand and forced the paddle down the blonde’s naked ass, making him hiss in pain. He slapped him once more with the wooden paddle, but it was weak slaps which did not affect the blonde much. But without warning, he paddled him harshly, and unexpectedly, and Chester gave out a loud cry of pain, which made the Asian smile. He slapped him second and third and Chester cried louder, to the point where tears formed in his eyes and fell to the ground.

He felt like he was a floppy toy, his bare ass exposed for his Master’s exploration, his sex throbbing against his Master’s thigh, and his chest is heaving harshly up and down. Mike reached out to pinch his Slave’s dark rose colored buds, enjoying the way his Slave writhed and trembled from the effect of his hand, the paddling had stopped for now, as the Master ran his hands all over Chester’s neck and down his spine, but Chester knew that his Master wasn’t nearly done with him yet.

A hard slap from the paddle fell on the Slave’s naked ass after another, and the said one tried to be as quiet and still as possible about it; to take it like a good bitch. But it stung harshly and soon enough he found himself crying out again, and withering. He felt the oval shaped instrument shaping itself into his ass. The slaps grew harder until Chester was shamelessly sobbing, but yet it didn’t make the Master stop his assault.

There was pain and pleasure so mixed together it was hard to tell which one was stronger, his ass and his arousal were both throbbing unbearably. And Mike started to be creative with his punishment; seeking out new spots, slapping the right cheek then altering to the left one, and covering Chester’s thighs with smacks, and with each smack Chester was thrusting his boner into his Master’s thighs, despite the fact that his Master wouldn’t be so impressed by the said action.

Chester wondered if this was time for Mike to grow tired, but in the contrary to his beliefs, Mike’s slaps were growing harder, and Chester’s cries were growing louder. "Oh, Master!" He cried out loudly.

"Is that enough punishment for you, bitch?"To Chester’s surprise, Mike was gasping as well, very fast, an advance of hard he worked right now.

Chester’s cuffed hands held into his Master’s legs, "Please, Master. No more." and Mike had stopped upon hearing this. His hand lay on Chester’s burning flesh without moving, they were cold against his ass, and he was sure that his Master could feel it throbbing.

"Did you learn your lesson then?"Mike asked, out of breath, looking at his lover’s exposed figure and how he had him moaning, crying and begging. Not to mention, he had him so weak and under his control. He raised his hands and slapped his ass, right where the paddle had left a red mark there. His Slave cried out loudly again.

"I did, Master!"Chester as well, was out of breath, his tears didn’t dry down, and he could feel his ass swell, imagining a great flashing red light coming out of it."I’ll do whatever you want me to do, sir. I’m your Slave and your whore."

"Oh, yes, you are."Mike replied happy by this answer."And you’re a good whore, not just a good whore, but a good sex toy as well."

"I’m your sex toy, Master."Chester replied, humiliated, but loving it nevertheless.

Mike then put the paddle on the coffee table, and Chester sighed in relief at the said action. He picked the Slave up and placed him on the couch, watching him as he writhed from rubbing his sore butt against the cushions. He climbed on top of him carefully and kissed him fully on his mouth. Chester opened his mouth, submitting for his tongue to enter. They stayed making out for several minutes, and Mike moved his hands to feel his lover up, but stopped his action when Chester cried out upon his ass being touched.

The Asian broke the kiss, and looked at his Slave with huge eyes, "I didn’t mean to hurt you so much." His voice was soft and sad, and Chester laughed loudly. The paddling sessions always ended up like that; Mike apologizing and Chester cracking up. "I mean it!" Mike said in a serious tone, but cracking up a smile at his lover’s laugh. "How can you handle being hit so hard is beyond me? But really, Ches, I..."

"Oh shut up, you dork."Chester said, his cuffed hands reaching to touch his lover’s face."When I want you to stop, I’ll tell you to, and you’ll stop. Remember? We agreed on that."

"But you never tell me to stop when I hit you," Mike replied, frowning. He couldn’t deny how much pleasure punishing Chester brought him, but at the same time, he really didn’t want to hurt him much. It always amazed Mike how Chester always seemed to enjoy pain.

"Yes," nodded Chester, "I’m your Slave, and you’re allowed to do whatever you want to me, because you know why?"Mike shook his head, "Because I allow you to do whatever you want to do with me. When I want to stop this game, if it ever gets too much, I’ll tell you."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Chester rolled his eyes, he had promised him that too many times in the last several months, almost after every slap and after every punishment and being chained up or locked up for too long. But at least Mike wasn’t a heartless monster, he cared for Chester so. "I love you," he muttered, smiling widely, "I love you so so much, and everything you’ll give me, I’ll take with pleasure."

"I love you too," Mike smiled back, and kissed Chester on his mouth again, and it wasn’t one of violence, it was one of deep passion.

"Can I wear my boxers now, Master?"Chester asked after the kiss was broken, a smirk in his voice, silently telling Mike to go back to playing.

"Yes, you can."Mike nodded, and moved from on top of Chester. The later one got on his hands and knees and put his boxers on, but not before Mike saw a flash of what he did to his ass. It was red and swollen, and there were the shapes of the paddle marking themselves there in big ugly bruises, he cussed himself for doing so to his lover. He cleared his throat, standing up straighter after taking the leash in his hand, and going back to his role, "Because you took it like a good bitch, I’ll reward you later."

Chester smiled widely, flashing his teeth up to Mike. "You’re so kind, sir." He squalled.

"Now, what do we have for lunch? I’m starving," Mike stated.

"I didn’t make anything, Master. I was... was out shopping."

"Right, right," Mike nodded, "Well, let’s go to the kitchen and make something to eat then," he said, walking ahead of his lover, who was trailing behind on fours, being slower than usual as crawling with his hands cuffed was harder than it may seems.

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[A/N]: I’m writing the second chapter right now, I’ll post it if you guys liked the first one ;) R&R plz!! <3