What's Wrong with Me? Chapter 1. My Life Before

Story by FrostbiteFalls on SoFurry

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#1 of What's Wrong With Me?

Something constantly calls me back to this man. It's like a voice, a warning even... I absolutely adore it.


March 1st

I live my life on a leash. Getting pulled along by this heartless "Angel" in front of me. He has me call him Master but I try not to. He says it's so I'll learn my place... I wouldn't dare call him by his real name (not like I even know it). Master says he'd hurt me if I do so...

March 2nd

He hit me today... My nose broke and had started bleeding. The bleeding didn't take to long to stop but that's besides the point. He said I spoke out of term when one of his "clients" was here (even though I'm the one who has to conduct "business" with them).

March 4th (Warning: Suggestive Themes, Strong Language

I hate him with a passion, he makes me fucking sick.... He says he cares but I completely doubt it. Although, he isn't always bad... He bought me ice cream the other day (I love Chocolate Chip). Master even took me to the carnival. We rode on the Ferris Wheel... It had stopped at the top because of a power outage.

I pushed myself to the other side of the gandela. I hate being this close to Master, I always say something stupid... He's moving closer to me and all I can do is freeze up. He's breathing down my neck and caressing my body in his freezing palms. I don't want this but I know he does. Master loves watching me suffer, watching me squirm and moan reluctantly. I absolutely loath being in his presence; he's absolutely vile... I just want to get down from here.

Back to the present... August 15th (Warning: Suggestive themes)

A man gave me $100 today since I did a good job. Master also said he'd take me out to an arcade. He's so nice when he wants to be. Master even gave me a kiss on the forehead, he never gives me kisses. I mean he does, but it usually is followed by a bite on my neck. Master asked me to wear a scarf because my neck is still bruised from the previous "love bites". They don't hurt as much now, I actually kind of like them. Feeling Master wrap his powerful arms around my waist and suckle on my sensitive flesh. I love when Master is gentle with me, it's so nice and relaxing...

Master picked me up with ease and tossed me onto his couch, pressing his sculpted body against my own. His hands traveling down my girlish figure. I gently ran my fingers through his golden mane, shivering as he caressed my flank. Master usually has me run a few miles to keep my figure, especially since my flank started getting fuller from the workout.

April 16th

Master has been giving me a lot of compliments lately. I can't stop my face from glowing red in embarrassment. I'd ask him to stop but I wouldn't want to anger him, he might hit me. Although, there's a good chance he won't. Master has been oddly kind lately. Um, looks like he... drew me a bath?

April 17th

Master's kindness is starting to bother me. Lately I've been doing stupid things on purpose, but it seems he just won't yell at me... What could he be planning? Is something wrong?... I'm just waiting for him to flip out and do something. Throw something at me, push me, slap me- Anything!... I just want to know that he is still as horrible as I know he is.... I don't want to forgive him... But he makes me smile.

April 18 (Warning: Strong Language)

Master and I went to the super market today. He said I could get anything I wanted but I didn't pick up a thing. I don't need him and I don't need his fucking charity. I wish an angel would come down and save me, take me away from this captive life style...

But I highly doubt it, no one even knows my name or how old I am (I'm fifteen). I doubt my master even knows, he has never done anything special for me on my birthday... I don't even remember the date, just the month.

April 20th (Warning: Suggestive themes)

Master tied me up last night and put me in the basement. I'm free now but my wrists are soar and chafed from the ropes he used... None of my fur fell out though, I learned not to struggle when Master puts me on "time out." Unfortunately though, my flank hurts. Master isn't very gentle when he's drunk; especially when I'm tied up. I learned that ice can help reduce or even stop swelling. I have to stay handsome for Master.

April 21st

Master said he's throwing a party tonight and wanted me to clean the house. I don't exactly like cleaning, but I wouldn't want Master's friends to think he's a pig. Master doesn't seem like it but he's very organized and particular. His pickiness is a bit annoying at times though. Whenever we go shopping or out to eat he always takes forever to make his selection. Anyway, I suppose I'll end this entry and get to cleaning. Before Master yells at me.

April 22nd (Warning: Suggestive Themes)

I woke up really soar today, I don't remember going up to my room. Master must've carried me to my bed.

As always my flank stings, like I've been stung by a bee hundred times. I really need to get some ice later. I don't know where Master is either, I usually hear him walking around at this hour. Maybe he went out to the mall or something, he usually takes me everywhere with him...

April 23 (Warning: Explicit)

Master came home late last night, drunk like he usually is. I was sitting on the couch when he saw me, a drunk, devious smirk on his face. I gulped nervously as he approached me. "Good afternoon M-Master." I said, looking up at him with a gentle smile.

He didn't grace me with a response, he just settled for pulling me onto my knees by my mane. Master stunk of whiskey along with sweat and other unidentifiable scents. I gagged a bit as he grinned his crotch against my cheek, heat radiating from his no doubt aching hard on. "Get to work..." Master said with a "hiccup" at the end of his sentence.

I nodded in understanding and hesitantly undid the button of his pants, proceeding to pull down his zipper. Master's intoxicating scent immediately washed over me and I simply lost control of myself; yanking down his light blue jeans and all black boxers. His jet black stallionhood dangled out in front of me, his circular tip already partly flared and dripping a small bit of precum onto the floor. "Yesss, you know what your Master wants." Master chuckled smugly, stroking my mane.

I smirk lustfully before I slowly let my tongue slither out of my mouth. Master coed in pleasure as my moist tongue made contact with the base of his length, "Just like that..." Master said, his eyes closing as his muscles relaxed. I slowly dragged my tongue up to his tip, Master's meat stick throbbing in pure pleasure.

I can tell Master was getting a bit tired of the foreplay, his absent-minded stroking of my mane getting a bit more aggressive. I swirled my tongue around his tip once before taking it into my mouth, my lips fastening around him. I took a rather deep breath, soaking in Master's luscious scent.

I took a deep breath through my nose just before he rammed his monstrous cock down my throat. I let loose a muffled scream, gagging a little less than I originally thought I would. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Master chuckled and smirked as he peered down at me. I shake my head as a response, proceeding to bob my head in order to please Master further. I want Master to know I'm a good boy and would do anything for him...

What's Wrong with Me? Chapter 2. Who is this Master?

I sighed as the warm controlled rain fall from the shower head hit my back, drenching my girlish figure in its soothing water. This is the only time I can ever have time to myself since Master doesn't bother me with his... Lustful tendencies... I don't...

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