The Hell-hound's Mate

1. The Training

I woke up shivering. I opened my eyes before shutting them quickly, the light too bright. I blinked my eyes a few times before they adjusted. Where am I? I remember the creepy old dude. Shit, I'm going to die. I noticed I was on my knees that are spread shoulder length apart. My hands are tied behind my back and I had like a collar around my neck chained to the wall behind me I think. I looked down realizing I'm naked except for the lace thong gracing my groin. No. Of coarse it's some perv. I'd rather be dealing with sacrificial druids or the Dread Doctors. I then took notice of the room I was in. The walls were pitch black as well as the ceiling. The floor was concrete. There was a bed in the corner that looked as soft as a bag of rocks. Then decorating the walls was a bunch of toys, ones I didn't want to find out what they did but I knew I would eventually. I just hope the pack and my dad find me before that happens. The door opened and in comes the creepy pervert. 

"Good you're awake." 

"Go to Hell." I spat earning me a slap to the face. 

"You my little slave have rules." 

"Rules?" 

"Yes rules. One you will not curse around me ever. Not even to express your pleasure. Two no talking unless spoken to. Three you are not allowed to touch yourself. Four you will wear what I put on you and you will like it. Breaking any of these rules or not doing what you are told will result in punishment. If you do something I particularly like you will be rewarded. Now let's get to training you." 

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Training for what?" though I'm sure I don't want to fucking know. 

"There are a lot of Masters out there who don't have cute skinny Submissives. Well trained ones sell for a whole lot. Oh and you will address me as Daddy." He's talking about the BDSM/DomSub community. Shit. I've never had an interest in any of this shit. He's going to sell me and I'm never going to see my pack, Melissa, My Dad or Parrish again. 

Okay I'll back track slightly. Everyone thinks I have a crush on Lydia, but actually she is my best friend. She knows I'm gay and that I actually have a crush on one of my Dad's Deputies, Jordan Parrish. My dad doesn't even know I'm gay. The only other person who knows is my mom and right now she is buried six feet under so she can't tell a soul. And now back to the creepy perverted old man. 

I gulped. The pack and/or my dad better find me soon. 

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After the rules he left me alone for a while and I tried to find an escape however it wasn't going to well. He came back in with a whip in his hand. My eyes widen and he just chuckled. "This is to punish you if you don't do as told. Now the position you are currently in is one you will stay in until other wise moved. This is the obedient submissive position and I will keep you chained to the wall so you don't try to run." I again gulped. My anxiety was through the roof and I was making sure I didn't go into a panic attack. Who knows what this guy will do when I'm unconscious. 

"Now let's get started." He aid walking towards me he pulled the zipper down on his pants and pulled out his manhood. I leaned back as far as possible and kept my mouth shut. I'm so not ready for any of this shit. Right now I'm wishing I was a werewolf so I can get the hell out of here or at least signal my fucking location. 

"None of that now." the man said bring the whip down across my chest causing me to gasp in pain giving him the opening to shove his dick in my mouth. I gagged. I don't want this. I can't push him away because my hands are tied behind my back. I try to pull my head away, but he just grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head towards him and holds it still. I can't breathe. His dick is halfway down my throat, my nose is  in his gross curly grey pubic hair and saliva is pouring out of my mouth like a fucking waterfall. My eyes water as he pulls out. I barely get a breath in before he slams back into my mouth. He repeats this process until I feel his balls draw up against my lips and his sticky, salty sperm is shot in three hot white streams down my throat forcing me to swallow. My hair is a mess, tears are streaming down my face and my lips are puffy, red and wet. My throat is sore and I feel like I'm going to puke. 

"You did such a good job sitting and taking what Daddy gave you, baby." 

"Fuck you." I croaked earning a couple of whip slashed to the chest. 

"You broke rule number one, little one. No cursing." he growled out between clenched teeth. He unhooked the chain from the collar around my neck flipping me onto my stomach. He pushed the strap of the thong away from my ass crack and slammed into me. I cried out in pain. God no. He started fucking me hard. His hand pushed my head to the ground as I squirmed and screamed telling him to stop though that did nothing to deter him at all. He eventually came in my ass. 

"Stay still and don't move." I was too sore to move even if I wanted to. My eyes were red and puffy. My voice was probably almost gone. When I heard his footsteps come back he stuck something up my ass causing me to groan in discomfort. 

"You are going to keep my seed in you until I decide it need to go." He forced me back into that submissive position which hurts like hell. I was about to pass out as he walked out of the room. I'm going to break and not be me anymore if they don't come find me.