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Sinister Intentions - Chapter 9

by slyleather

Chapter 9

Brennan escorted his leather-hooded slave out of the room and down the corridor to a room at the end of the hall. Brennan led his slave inside as Sean and Shane took up station in the corridor upon either side of the door as Brennan closed it behind him. The room was lit with white lights as a leather-padded reclining chair sat facing a large worktable with an equally large mirror outlined with fluorescent blue lights that sat on top of it. A large tattooed and pierced man emerged from a door beside the mirror; the man was adorned with multiple ear, nose, lip, and eyebrow piercings. The man was dressed in leather pants tucked inside his leather-riding boots. He was shirtless, as to accentuate the large-gage silver nipple rings that hung from his rock hard torso, but wore two large leather gauntlets around each forearm. He was completely bald with a slight goatee, but it was the arrangement of ink up and down his arms, back and torso that made him stand apart from Brennan, while Brennan had several tattoos, he couldn’t hold a candle to this inked leather god. “Master Brennan.” The inked man said as he saw Brennan escorting his new hooded slave to the leather adjustable chair.

“Master Derrick.” Brennan acknowledged, as he guided Tyler into the chair. Tyler willingly sat down as Derrick reclined the chair back to a 45-degree angle and adjusted Tyler’s legs on the fold out footstool.
“So, this is your new slave, been hearing good things about this one.” Derrick said as he rubbed his open palm across the leather hood covering Tyler’s head.
“He was exceptionally receptive to his new life, as I’ve told you, all that’s needed is a little stimulation.” Brennan replied.
“So, what’s the order on this pretty little thing?” Derrick asked as he tied Tyler’s forearms to the chair with leather bands and then both legs above and below the knee to steel rods lining the side of the fold out stool.
“First, get rid of this.” Brennan said as he pulled at the thin clots of hair covering Tyler’s chest.
“Full body?” Derrick asked.
“All of it.” Brennan replied.
“Head too?” Derrick pressed further.
“No, but make it look good.” Brennan decreed as he rubbed his gloved hand over the hood covering Tyler’s head.
“How good?” Derrick asked.
“Surprise me.” Brennan shot back, glaring at Derrick, as he hated to have to explain everything in great detail.
“Then what?” Derrick inquired.
“That should take a couple of hours, I’ll be back to give you further instructions by then.” Brennan said as he lightly pinched Tyler’s left nipple, “You’ll be fine my slave. You’ll obey every word Master Derrick says as if it were my own. Do you understand slave?”
“Yes my Master.” Tyler muttered through the leather hood.
“Once Master Derrick is finished you will be a most beautiful slave.” Brennan reassured Tyler as he rubbed his gloved hand across the leather hood again and with that he gave Derrick a glance and left the room.

“Now slave, just relax, you’re going to be here for a while.” Derrick explained as he removed Tyler’s leather harness, arm and wristbands and leather gloves; then proceeded to remove his leather chaps and boots. Finally, he removed the ball stretcher and silver cockring that Tyler had been wearing since his ‘training’ began. The only leather left on Tyler’s body was his beautiful slave collar and the leather hood. Tyler could not see with the hood on, but could feel every move that Derrick made. Derrick rolled the stool he was sitting on over to the counter and removed a canister. The canister contained a gelled hair removal cream that he began to spread over Tyler’s chest, arms, armpits, abdomen, legs and groin, virtually covering the front half of Tyler’s body. Derrick then took several moistened towels and wiped the cream from Tyler’s body. The cream released the hair on Tyler’s body from its root and Derrick was able to easily wiped it away with the towels. Tyler felt weird as the hair was removed from the entire front half of his body, he felt different as his cock and balls were now completely bare of any hair, not even a stubble remained. Derrick then reached for another container that held a blend of inhibitor oil that Derrick gingerly massaged over Tyler’s body and into the follicle roots that would never allow hair to on his body again. Once complete, the leather restraints were removed and Tyler was shifted onto his stomach to allow the hair on the backside of his body to be removed. Derrick applied the cream to Tyler’s ass, spreading his cheeks and removing the butt plug that had been inserted before his last ‘training’ session, in order to make sure every last singular hair was removed. As Derrick wiped the hair from Tyler’s ass he began to get turned on by the sexual arousal of not only having no hair, but it being removed from him in order to better serve his Master.

Once the inhibitor oil had been massaged into every crevice of his body, Tyler was turned onto his back so that the oil could dry and close the follicle pores across Tyler’s body, the process had taken a couple of hours, but now the only hair left on Tyler was covered in a leather hood. After the oil had dried, Derrick lit a cigar and took a syringe from a small drawer to the side of the table top. Derrick removed the cap on the syringe and tilted Tyler’s hooded head to the side and said, “be still slave, all you’ll fill is a small prick and then a slight tingle.” Derrick stuck the needle into main artery in Tyler’s neck, just above the leather-studded collar the slave wore and injected the substance into Tyler’s body. Tyler remained completely still as his Master had ordered. His head instantly began to spin inside the leather hood and he immediately lost consciousness. Derrick then removed Leather hood from Tyler as he tossed the syringe on the table and inhaled from his cigar.

Once Derrick let the injection render Tyler unconscious he removed the leather hood and collar from Tyler, “you are beautiful,” he remarked at the unconscious specimen, seeing Tyler’s face for the first time, “I see why your Master desired you so much. Time to get started. You won’t recognize yourself once I’m finished. You’ll truly be a new man…..sorry new slave.” He took a pair of clippers from the table and greatly shortened Tyler’s dark brown hair to little more than a quarter-inch in the high and tight style he knew Brennan liked. Derrick then replaced the clippers and took a small box and placed it on Tyler’s unconscious stomach and retrieved a set of forceps, needle and several different sized rings from it, “Okay, time to make you look like the pretty slave you are.” Derrick went to work.

Tyler woke up with his head spinning. He slowly opened his eyes as the light blinded him. He quickly closed them again realizing that his leather hood was gone. It took Tyler several minutes to adjust his eyes. Even though the room was not lit very brightly, he had been wearing the hood a while and still needed time to adjust. Tyler also didn’t feel the leather straps that had held him to the adjustable chair. Still squinting his got up out of the chair and tried to stretch his sore muscles from being in the chair. His head was still swimming, like he had gotten hammered at one of his old frat parties. As he regained his bearings he felt his different parts of him were itching and sore. He finally fully opened his eyes and noticed different streaks and patches of color on his body. He stumbled to a full-length mirror on the wall that was outlined with lighting. Tyler flipped on the light switch beside the mirror and drew back in shock. He didn’t recognize the person starring back at him in the mirror. “Oh my God!” he muttered as stared at the new person in the mirror, but as he spoke he felt something in his mouth. Tyler opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, discovering the large barbell that now pierced it. He stepped in closer to mirror and examined the rest of his features, the silver stud through his lower lip, the curved silver barbells through each of his ears and his left cartilage. The silver curved barbells through each of his nipples, similar to Sean and Shane’s. Tyler was still wearing the leather harness, arm bands, boots and his collar, but the wrist bands were gone and the leather chaps had been replace with a leather jock strap. Tyler’s dick felt funny and he opened the jock strap and lock down at his cock, it too had been pierced with a prince Albert and fitted silver ring. Tyler then surveyed the rest of his body and looked at the tribal arm tattoo that ran from his left wrist up both sides of left arm, around the biceps and webbed across the left side of his shoulder blade and inched up onto his neck. Tyler also noticed the assortment of wiccan, tribal and celtic symbols on his chest, right forearm, the band around his right bicep and up and down his legs. The most distinctive was one on his chest, directly over his heart. He knew this one meant something, but he didn’t know what. Tyler turned to look at his back and discovered that the inking hadn’t stopped with his front side as he could see more signs on his right shoulder and up and down the back of his legs, as well as the tattoo that cris-crossed his entire lower back, but he noticed something written in old English letters on his ass cheek. He strained to make it out, almost placing his ass directly on the mirror, there tattooed on the upper cheek of his ass the word ‘cum’ and on the other, ‘inside’. A smile appeared on Tyler’s face as he read the words ‘cum inside’, he knew his Master had ordered it and flush of warm pleasure washed over Tyler’s body. Tyler knew this had to have taken hours, maybe days and he couldn’t believe that he had slept through the whole thing, but this is what Master wanted for him and his cock became hard at the thought.

Tyler walked back over to the chair and sat down waiting for his Master or Master Derrick to return and give him instructions. He saw a lighter on the table that Master Derrick had used and a cigar laying next to it, Tyler picked up the cigar and lit it. His mouth was still sore from the piercing, but he didn’t care. He took a big draw from the cigar as he looked down at his tattooed body and pierced nipples and blew the smoke down his chest. His cock was now harder than ever. As he took another draw from the cigar he began to fondle his nipple rings, they were still sore from the piercing, but the titillating stimulation overwhelmed the pain as his cock throbbed inside the leather jock strap. Tyler got up and walked in front of the mirror and watched himself smoke his fat cigar while admiring his new tattoos and piercings, “goddamn, I’m one hot fuckin’ slave!” he stated in pure adoration of himself. He was so enamored with his own body and the improvements his Master had given him that he didn’t even hear Brennan enter the room and approach him from behind and wrap his arms around Tyler’s waist.

“I have missed you my slave, four days is a long time for a Master to be without his beautiful slave.” Brennan said as he turned Tyler around to face him. “I gather you like the changes I had made to you?” He continued, taking the cigar from Tyler’s fingers and taking a draw.

“Yes my Master.” Tyler replied, kneeling before his god and lowering his head in complete submission, “Master is most rewarding to make your slave in Master’s image. May this slave worship Master’s most divine cock in appreciation for what my Master has given to your slave?”

“I promised you that you would live in eternal bliss serving your Master.” Brennan said, reaching down with his gloved hands and raising Tyler to his feet, “follow me and I will show you heaven.” Brennan took Tyler’s bare hand and led him out of the room. Sean and Shane were gone and Tyler paid no attention to that fact as he was lost in wanton anticipation at what Master was about to show him. Brennan led Tyler to a room he had never been in before. The room’s walls were covered with long leather sheets two sides and four leather benches of different sizes were scattered about the room. On two walls hung assortments of leather restraints and multiple chains hung from he ceiling. In one corner was a leather sling, in another chains and cuffs hung to the wall. A smile spread across Tyler’s face in awe of the room as he saw different leather whips and chains hanging on the walls. A leather couch sat against one of the walls that was covered with the leather sheets and a large plasma screen T.V. was mounted on the wall across from it.

“This is where you will serve me slave.” Brennan said as he led Tyler over to one of the benches and guided in front of it. Brennan placed his gloved hand on the back of Tyler’s neck and pulled him into a long soothing kiss. Tyler accepted his Master’s mouth with deep desire, his god desired him and Tyler wanted nothing more than to please the one who had made him his slave. With their lips locked in fulfilling desire, Brennan slowly moved his leather-gloved hands down Tyler’s newly tattooed chest, over the leather harness, scraping over the silver nipple piercings, down to the leather jock strap that held Tyler’s pierced cock. Brennan gently squeezed the bulge encased in the leather strap before using both hands to slide it down. Brennan released Tyler’s mouth and looked down at his slave’s cock, which now belonged to him, “look at that, so beautiful.” He said, rubbing the PA with his gloved thumb and looking back into Tyler’s eyes, “everything that is you, slave, was done to please me, and I am pleased at my slave. You have accepted your new life so well. Your desire to serve me and to worship me makes your Master so happy.”

“Only to please you my Master.” Tyler remarked as he felt Brennan’s satisfaction with Tyler’s transformation.

“Get rid of that. I have something else for you to wear.” Brennan said, referring to the jock strap, “put these on.” Brennan handed a pair of leather chaps to Tyler as he moved the leather jock strap down over his leather boots and took the chaps from his Master and put them on. Brennan watched Tyler zip the leather chaps as he lit a cigar and walked behind Tyler to the other side of the bench. With the chaps on, Tyler turned around awaiting his Master’s next desire. Brennan drew on the cigar and then placed it before Tyler’s mouth, who took a large draw and then tilted his head into the air before blowing the smoke toward the ceiling.

“Thank you Master.” Tyler said for his Master graciously allowing him the pleasure to smoke from the same cigar as his god.

“Hop on.” The leather Master said, patting the leather-padded bench and taking another draw from his cigar. Tyler got up onto the bench and sat down and tried to hang his legs over the side, but it was much wider than normal benches, he felt the leather rub against his ass cheeks and his balls and cock as they too rested on the soft leather. Brennan moved to the end of the bench behind Tyler and read the words tattooed on Tyler’s beautiful ass, “cum inside” Brennan said, as he climbed up onto the bench and began massaging Tyler’s shoulders with his gloved hands. He leaned over and whispered into Tyler’s ear, “I intend to do just that.” Brennan eased Tyler forward onto all fours and positioned himself in between Tyler’s legs. Brennan rubbed his gloved hands up and down Tyler’s back, across the tattoos he had ordered for his new slave, “such a beautiful body. It’s time for you to truly serve your Master, filling my cock inside you, letting your Master’s sweet cum fill you ass. You want it, don’t you slave?”

“Yes, Master.” Tyler replied as his cock stiffened and his ass hole began to ache in need of being filled by his glorious god. Brennan took another draw from his cigar as he spread Tyler’s cheeks with his hands. He a second deep draw and blew the smoke into Tyler’s fleshy hole. He could hear and feel Tyler’s muscles spasm in ecstasy, in need to have his hole filled.

Brennan took the cigar and placed in Tyler’s mouth, “Smoke slave.” He commanded as he buried his tongue deep into his slave’s asshole. Tyler drew on the cigar as his body exploded with excitement in feeling his Master’s tongue wet his longing hole. Tyler’s cock throbbed, it begged for it’s Master to enter Tyler’s hole. As Brennan pressed his tongue deep into Tyler’s hole, he could hear the moans from his slave as he continued to smoke the cigar. Brennan removed the cigar from Tyler’s mouth and took a draw, as he unzipped his leather pants and let his godhood view the hole before it. Brennan exhaled the smoke from his cigar and then launched a ball of spit into Tyler’s asshole. Brennan eased his cock to his slave’s hole and pressed deep into his slave’s flesh. Tyler moaned in pleasure. “That’s just the beginning my slave.” Brennan said, as he plummeted his 8-inch cock deep into Tyler’s bowels, “Take blessed assurance in that this not only pleases you, but you are greatly pleasing your Master. Blessed is the virgin ass that receives his Master’s cock.” Brennan slowly began to pump his slave’s ass with his rod of glory. Tyler’s head swam at the feeling of his Master deep inside him. He felt his Master’s cock move back and forth across his prostate as Brennan’s rhythmic movement began to quicken. Brennan grabbed the back of Tyler’s harness and pulled him up to rest his back on his chest as he continued to pump Tyler’s ass. Brennan removed the cigar from his mouth and placed it back in Tyler’s. Tyler could feel his Master’s lips on the back of his neck and shoulders as he took a long, deep draw from the cigar his Master had given him. He reached around with his hands and rubbed his Master’s leather covered thighs with his hands. Tyler was lost in the lusty pleasure that his Master was giving him, he wanted this moment to last forever. Brennan continued to coax his slave’s ass with his cock as he reached around with his gloved hand and stroked the shaft of Tyler’s cock with his gloved hand. Tyler was nearing climax when he heard his Master command, “Not yet my slave.” As he took the cigar from Tyler’s mouth and replaced it in his own before pushing him back down on all fours. Tyler pushed himself back into his Master, wanting to receive every inch of cock his Master had to give. He felt his god’s bulbous balls smack the cheeks of his ass as Brennan pounded away, harder, harder, faster and faster. Tyler’s breath quickened as he could hear his Master’s breath deeper and heavier, while still smoking his cigar. The fucking continued, deeper and deeper, it was like every time Tyler’s Master thrust into him the head of his cock went just a little further inside his bowels. He felt his Master’s pace quicken even more as he exclaimed in ecstasy, “receive me my slave, receive all of your GOD, take it all and be worship me, receive me slave.”

“Yes, Master. I want to receive your holy cum, I NEED your cum, all of my Master inside me. Let me receive it Master.” Tyler cried, lost in desire for his Master’s cum. He felt his bowels filling as his Master let out a victorious cry, as his Master erupted his cum into his slave’s bowels. Upon the feeling of his god’s divine seed being spewed into him, Tyler felt his cock explode with passion and release. The greatest warmth washed over him. Tyler collapsed fully onto the bench, onto his own cum that had just shot upon his Master shooting his load inside of him. Brennan removed his cock from his slave’s ass as he took another draw from his dwindling cigar. Leaping down off the bench, he walked around and positioned his cock in front of Tyler’s panting face. Brennan could see his slave was exhausted from the fucking. Tyler stared at the limp cock before him that had just been inside his ass, it was covered cum and still dripping from it’s slit.

“Clean me.” Brennan ordered and without hesitation, Tyler took his Master’s cock into his mouth and washed it clean with his tongue. “You are a most subservient slave. You make your Master proud.” He said, withdrawing his cock from Tyler’s lapping mouth. Brennan picked up a fresh cigar from one of the tables and lit it. “Now get dressed,” he ordered, pointing to a pile of leather on a stool in the corner, “You have work to do.”

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