Ozark Bitch

"Welcome back to the land of the living, baby." Zeke smiled at him.

"How long did I sleep?" Patrick asked, still groggy and slightly disoriented.

"It's ten o'clock. You slep for about two hours. You looked really cute, layin' there all curled up and suckin' on your thumb. Bet you was dreamin' about suckin' on somethin' else, wasn't you?" Zeke smiled.

"I . . . I don't know." Patrick answered as he sat up. "Shouldn't we check if the phone works? I need to call a garage."

"What you need a garage for, baby doll?" Zeke asked.

"I . . . I need to get my car fixed. I . . . I need to get home." Patrick stammered.

"You are home, honey-chile. Yer in yer new home."

"I . . . I don't . . . I . . . what?" Patrick asked confused.

"Yer Daddy's boy now. You live with Daddy. You obey Daddy. Yer Daddy's little toy."

"No. I have to . . . I've got to . . . what's happening?"

"Yer givin' yerself to Daddy. Daddy's gonna train you and make you a happy little slut. And we're gonna start yer trainin' now, honey."

"But I . . . but . . . what?" Patrick was babbling and frantically looking around the room.

"Just relax, baby, and listen to Daddy." Zeke said soothingly.

"Stand up, bitch!" Zeke commanded.

Patrick slipped the blanket off and slowly stood up. He had obeyed almost reflexively. Zeke smiled.

"You look pretty comical with yer pants down around yer ankles." Zeke chuckled. "Take off yer pants and yer shoes and socks.

Patrick did as instructed. He stood before the couch, naked from the waist down. Patrick looked at Zeke and could not help but notice that the large snake in his boxers was starting to stir again.

"I need to inspect all of my new merchandise, boy." Zeke said. "Take off yer shirt. Do it slowly."

Patrick felt extremely self-conscious as he slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Zeke sat there staring and hungrily licking his lips.

"Take off that t-shirt too, slut." Zeke instructed.

Patrick slowly lifted his t-shirt over his head and then dropped it to the floor. He stood naked before Zeke, hands at his sides, eyes downcast.

"Oh, baby, you got the body of a sexy little sissy, don't you!" Zeke said appreciatively.

"Jes look at them sexy little titties and the way those nipples stick outa them. And look at that little prick startin' to grow between yer legs. Turn around and let me see that sexy little ass of yers. Oh yeah, honey, it's just made fer fuckin'. Come here, sissy. Daddy's got some things fer you."

"But I don't . . . I have to . . . I don't know . . ." Patrick rambled.

"Come here, sissy, and kneel before Daddy. Now!" Zeke commanded.

Patrick glanced around frantically again as if he were contemplating flight. But he was naked and out in the middle of nowhere. Where could he flee to? Then he shrugged in resignation and walked over to the recliner and knelt down in front of Zeke.

Zeke opened a cardboard box next to the recliner and reached in and pulled out a pair of objects.

"What are those?" Patrick asked.

"They're ankle cuffs. See, they're nice black leather on the outside, but they got this soft, white fur-like stuff on the inside. This way, I can put 'em on you nice and tight, but they won't chafe yer skin and make you bleed if you try to get out of 'em. And look at these nice, little loops of steel on the outside. You can hook 'em together like they came outa the box or you can use 'em to restrain yer slave by tyin' him to somethin'. Here, gimme yer leg and I'll put this one on you."

Patrick sat back and lifted his leg. Zeke put the cuff on his ankle and tightened it so it was firm, but not hurtful. Patrick offered his other leg for Zeke to do the same.

"Why do I need to wear these, Zeke?" Patrick asked.

Slap! Zeke's hand hit his cheek and left a red mark there.

"You don't call me "Zeke" no more! You give me the proper respect and call me Daddy, you slut!"

"Yes, Daddy." Patrick sniffled as he rubbed his cheek.

Zeke reached into the box and retrieved a smaller pair of cuffs.

"Now gimme yer hands, so I can put these handcuffs on you." Zeke ordered.

Patrick held out his hands and watched as Zeke fastened the cuffs to his wrists.

"Now don't that look purty! Matchin' handcuffs and ankle cuffs. But I got more fer you, honey."

Zeke reached into the box and drew out a large, black collar with a small pink bow attached to it. As he leaned over Patrick to fasten the collar around his neck, Patrick could smell the aroma of sex drifting up from Zeke's crotch. He saw Zeke's cock grow hard in the boxers as he heard the click of the collar lock around his neck.

Zeke sat back to admire his handiwork. Patrick knelt before him on his haunches, eyes downcast and cuffed hands resting in his lap. Zeke noted approvingly that Patrick's little pecker was now hard and stiff and pointing straight out. The little bitch was turned on by this! Zeke needed to seal the deal now! He needed to make this boy his! Zeke reached into the box and drew out another item - a chain-link leash.

"Look at me, boy." Zeke commanded.

Patrick slowly lifted his eyes to Zeke.

"We come to what you might call the moment of truth, boy. I aim to make you my slave, my property. But I don't want no reluctant slave. I want a slave who wants to be my slave. I want a slave who craves my cock inside of him; in his mouth; in his pussy. I want a slave who obeys without thinking; without question. I want a slave who understands that he ain't nothin' more than my toy; my plaything. I know that you need trainin'; that some of this ain't goin' to come natural to you. And I aim to train you and make you like I want you to be. But first I want you to surrender yerself to me. I want you to give up yer own free will and acknowledge that I am yer Master and you are my slave. I command and you obey. That's the bargain. So I'm gonna ask you if yer goin' to give yerself to me. If you say, 'Yes, Master,' then I'm goin' to attach this chain to yer collar. When it clicks into place, that's the sign that yer mine! All mine! Yer freedom is gone forever and ever!" Zeke stopped to let what he had said sink in. He stood up, towering over the boy.

"Look at me, boy!" Zeke commanded.

Patrick slowly raised his eyes to Zeke. He knelt there shaking like a scared little puppy.

"Do you surrender yer freedom to me, boy?" Zeke said deliberately, emphasizing each word.

"Ye . . . Ye . . . Yes, Master." Patrick stammered.

Zeke smiled triumphantly and reached down to place the clasp of the leash onto the ring of Patrick's collar. As it clicked loudly into place, Patrick's shoulders slumped with the finality of surrender.

"You are now mine, boy!" Zeke said. "You belong to me!"

Zeke wrapped the leash around his hand and drew Patrick to his feet. Patrick's little cock was now hard and throbbing. The head was moist with pre-cum. Zeke wrapped his hand around the boy's cock and squeezed.

"I'm gonna enjoy you, baby." Zeke said and led Patrick by the leash to his bedroom.

First Fuck

"Lay down on the bed, whore!" Zeke ordered.

Patrick crawled onto the bed. It was a huge four-poster, high off the floor. Zeke quickly shed his boxers and crawled on the bed and lay next to Patrick. He wrapped his arm around the boy drawing him close. Patrick could feel Zeke's hard cock throbbing against his thigh as Zeke hungrily kissed him, forcing his tongue into the boy's sweet mouth. Patrick responded hungrily to the kiss as Zeke began to caress and knead his little ass cheeks as if they were lumps of putty. Patrick rubbed his cock against Zeke's thigh. Saliva was dripping down the side of his mouth as Zeke's tongue explored him.

Then Zeke's mouth was trailing down his cheek to his neck.

"Ahhhh!" Patrick moaned with pleasure as Zeke bit into his neck and sucked his first hickey onto the boy.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" Zeke breathed.

Then Zeke sat up and rolled over to the nightstand where he retrieved a jar of lube. He plunged his fuck-finger into the jar and rolled it around, coating the finger with the slimy gel. Then he was back next to Patrick, hungrily kissing the boy as he slowly worked his fuck-finger into Patrick's tight ass. Patrick's tongue responded wildly in Zeke's mouth as Zeke buried his finger fully inside the boy's ass and then began to slowly fuck it, coating it with gel. Zeke trailed his lips down to Patrick's chest and he licked the boy's nipples into hardness and sucked on his little titties.

"Do you want to be my bitch?" Zeke taunted.

"Yes, Daddy." Patrick gasped as he writhed on Zeke's finger.

"Do you want to be Daddy's little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy!" Patrick begged.

Zeke retrieved the jar of lube and knelt on the bed. He plunged his fingers into the jar and slathered the jelly all over his huge, throbbing member. He wiped the excess off on a towel, then moved quickly to Patrick.

"Spread your legs, slut!" Zeke ordered.

Patrick did as ordered and Zeke slid a plump pillow under the boy's ass to raise him up. Zeke knelt between Patrick's legs and threw the boy's legs over his shoulders and placed his cock at the entrance to Patrick's tight ass.

"Now I'm gonna make you my little girl-bitch. You ain't gonna be a boy no more!"

Zeke slowly pushed the head of his cock into Patrick's ass.

"Ahhhhh!" Patrick groaned as Zeke took his cherry.

"Oh, Daddy." Patrick moaned as Zeke pushed his hard rod farther in.

"Do you want more, baby?" Zeke whispered to the trembling boy beneath him.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy." Patrick gasped as his ass swallowed the rest of Zeke's pud.

They lay there, still, for a moment. Patrick could feel Zeke's hard rod pulsating inside of him. Then Zeke began to move; slowly at first; then picking up speed. He was soon fucking Patrick in earnest. And Patrick was losing all control. He was lost in a sea of pleasure and sensation. All that existed for him was Zeke's cock moving in and out of him; fucking him; causing sensations his body had never experienced. Patrick hung on to Zeke for dear life.

It was a scene of pure passion. The slight boy with his legs and arms wrapped around the large man. The boy shaking and trembling; his hips matching the rhythm of the man's fucking. The boy mumbling incoherently and the man grunting with pleasure as he wildly fucked his new slave. Then came release! Zeke uttered an animal cry as his spunk exploded into the writhing body beneath him. Spurt after spurt, filling the boy until it began to leak from his hole. Patrick was really not conscious of being filled. He was barely conscious of anything! All he could do was feel the sensations that overwhelmed him. He did not want the sensations to stop!

But all good things do come to an end. Zeke had nothing left in him to shoot into Patrick. He collapsed against the boy, breathing heavily. Patrick was still quivering with passion and Zeke smiled as he felt the boy's little prick spitting its small load of cum, plastering both of their chests. Zeke held the boy until he stopped quivering and then rolled off of him and lay next to him.

"Yer Daddy's little girl now, ain't you, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy." Patrick said, snuggling close to Zeke.

"Patrick is a really stupid name for a pretty little girl. From now on Daddy's going to call you "Patti." Do you like that, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy. Patti likes that."

"Good girl!" Zeke exclaimed. "Let's go clean up."

Zeke led Patti into the master bath. They both relieved themselves. When it was Patti's turn to piss, Zeke stood behind him and held his cock for him. Then Zeke ran warm water over a wash cloth and cleaned the both of them up. He led Patti back to the bedroom and instructed her to lay down on the right side of the bed. Zeke had a long chain attached to the front leg of the bed with a small padlock on the other end of the chain. Zeke fastened the chain to Patti's handcuff locking it in place with the padlock. There was enough slack to allow Patti to comfortably roll around in his sleep; but there was no way the boy would be able to get the chain off to escape.

"Why do I have to have a chain, Daddy?" Patti asked petulantly.

"Because Daddy hasn't fully broken you yet, baby. I don't want you getting silly little ideas about escape in that purty little head of yers.'

"Yes, Daddy." Patti sighed.

Zeke wrapped his arms around Patti and drew him close, spooning him. As Patti felt Zeke's cock coming to life again, he knew it was going to be a sleepless night. So, Patti wriggled his little ass against Zeke's boner just like the good little slut he was becoming.