I closed my eyes and tried to see the images in my mind of the surroundings. Had we passed any people on the way here? Were there people standing on the sidewalk nearby? I pulled my t-shirt off while I tried to process the images in my mind. Then I let my shorts drop. I picked them up as I was supposed to do. I stood there with them at my side and my cock rising.
I shuddered again as I pictured myself, as if looking at the scene from a camera about 10 feet away. I saw a man standing naked on a public street, next to a van, because someone had told him to. Man was I fucked up!
I was lost in this rumination until I heard the door open behind me and then, "Get in, boy." I climbed into the van and sat in the center as I had been instructed. Sir moved and opened his door, leaving mine open. I closed my eyes again, trying to block it all out; it was just too much to process.
I could tell my cock was now pointing at my stomach, and I knew it would be dripping soon.
He closed my door and moved back to the driver's seat. "You are doing very well, boy. I am very pleased with your obedience and behavior, boy." My heart swelled at his praise. I felt moisture in my eyes again as I drank in his praise. How had his words come to mean so much in such a short period of time?
At the house, he opened the door and told me to get out and to walk to the front door. I did as he said. I tried not to imagine neighbors looking out and seeing me walking naked in the bright moonlight.
He closed the doors and locked the van. Just as he made it to the front door, I heard a phone ring. I realized it was a cell phone. I heard him say, "Hello?" I realized I still had no idea what his name was. Then I had to think for a second to remember mine. That sent a bolt of panic through me. Was I going to lose myself in the year I gave to this man?
I heard him say, "Yes, you have the address. How long will it take you to get here?" There was a pause. "Good, then I will expect you in 10 minutes." There was another pause and then he said, "Listen, young man, if you are not at my door within 10 minutes, then you will not be admitted to the house." He said it in his even expressionless tone. But there was forcefulness to the words. I wondered what the guy was thinking.
Then suddenly, it all clicked. The guy from the diner was coming over. That meant I was going to get fucked tonight! Oh, shit! Would I even be able to concentrate with that on my mind? When would he do it? Where would he do it? How would he do it? All of these questions swam in my brain until I heard, "Come inside, boy."
I moved through the door and waited while he closed the door. Then he instructed me to follow him. As we walked, I realized that we were walking through the entrance to the house that all the tenants used, and one of them could walk by at any moment. Then I wondered why I had never seen a naked man in my comings and going to the house. He said I wasn't the first. Did that mean that there had been another when I first moved in?
At the entrance to his portion of the house, I again realized that it made up the majority of the lower floor, plus the basement and some of the upstairs. I had seen stairs going up, hadn't I?
He led me through to the library, as I thought of it. It had a fire going in the fireplace and there were two chairs at angles facing the hearth. Was this where I was going to answer questions? "Sit down, boy."
I did as he instructed. My hard rod was obvious as I sat, and I stared down at it and wondered why it continued to betray me. Why did it react to these situations? And why did I follow its direction and passions.
"Boy, when this young man comes over, you can be as candid as you want. The only thing you are not allowed to talk about is the financial decision that you made, and the papers you signed to create this situation. You are to give the impression that this is something you wanted to try, something that had eaten at your mind for months, and something that you knew you just had to do."
"Yes, Sir," I said.
"Boy, I am really not trying to get you to lie for me. I really don't care what he thinks of me. And, by his call, I think I already know his need, his desire. And I think if you really thought about it, you would realize that this is what you were born to do; that you are getting more enjoyment and pleasure out of this than you have anything previously in your life. Isn't that so, boy?"
I responded automatically, "Yes, Sir."
"No, boy, I am not expecting a rote answer. I want your answer. I want to know what your brain, your penis, and your heart have to say."
My heart rate sped up and I started breathing faster. I didn't want to answer this. I was afraid of the answer. I thought for a moment, and the feelings and emotions tumbled around and around in my mind. I saw pictures of all that I had done and had been done to me.
Tears streamed down my face as I first nodded, and finally managed to say around that lump in my throat, "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy," he said. He walked over and patted my shoulder. Then he lifted my face and wiped away the tears with his thumb. And I realized I heard, good boy' not good, boy' and the difference was important to me. Once again he was saying he was pleased with me.
I heard the door bell, and expected him to leave, but then realized that someone else must be in the house to answer it, because he stayed with me.
"Boy, you are to offer to give the young man a blow job. You can tell him it is at my direction. You are also to offer to let him blow you. This is not to happen at the beginning, but when you think it is appropriate. I will expect a full report on the discussion and it must be thorough. You will be punished if it is not."
At that point, Ms. H came into the room followed by the man. She did the introduction. "This is George. He is here to talk to the boy," she said, indicating me. I blushed again, caught off guard by her presence, ny George, and me sitting there naked and hard. I was once again on display. I could tell by the look in George's face that he didn't know how to process this. He looked from me, to her, and back.
She gave one of her enigmatic smiles, then turned and left the room.
Sir spoke then. "George, welcome to my home. You have voiced the desire to question my boy. You may sit here and ask whatever you wish. He will answer fully and honestly. There is nothing that is off limits; nothing that is taboo. And it can cover any period of his life from the time he got his first pubic hair, through when he lost his virginity, and anything about his life here." I blushed as he continued.
"You can ask him about what he thinks about when he masturbates; if he ever had a wet dream; if he has ever been with a woman; if he has been part of a mutual masturbation party; why he asked me to fuck him. These are just some possible questions. I am just giving you some parameters, which is that there are none. I am leaving the room, so it will be just the two of you."
I heard him move towards the door, "And please make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink or eat?"
I heard a whispered, "No."
Sir said, "If you need anything, just press that button there and Ms. Harrington will come and get you what you need. Enjoy yourself."
Then I heard the door close. It dawned on me then that he would be listening, if not watching and listening. He seemed to have cameras in every room, so I was fairly certain he would be watching the screens, or recording, or both; what was going on in here.
I waited for him to start, but when he didn't I asked, "What do you want to know?" I raised my head and looked him in the face for the first time since he arrived. He had apple red cheeks, tossed brown hair, and piercing blue-green eyes. There was a bit of downy hair over his lip and along his chin. He looked to be 21 or so.
"Do you want to cover up or something, while we talk," he said, pointing to my crotch.
For the umpteenth time that evening I was hit with reality again. I was getting used to the condition of being naked with clothed people around; not comfortable, but more used to it. I did my best to cover myself with my hands. "I am not permitted to wear clothes unless instructed by Sir to do so." It sounded hollow and pretentious when I said it.
"You call him Sir. What is his real name? hHis card just had an address and a phone number, and a brand of some sort. It looks like the tattoo you have on your butt."
Being that it was on my ass, Ioften forgot about the tattoo. It didn't hurt any more, and Sir was putting some kind of lotion on it. But I felt the heat rise in my face at his observation. "It marks me as his boy. I think it is an M and a B together; meaning my boy."
Then I remembered his original question—"I don't know his real name. I only call him, Sir, or refer to him as my master." That sounded odd.. saying that as well.
`What all have you done for him? Or is it more proper to ask, what he has done to you?" He seemed to be losing his reticence about questioning me. He leaned forward in his chair, waiting for my answer. I had a chance to take in his appearance beyond his face and tousled hair.
He wore a bulky of- white sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His strong well-veined arms flexed as he moved them when he talked. His jeans were torn at the knee and at the back of the bottom of each leg. He wore tan leather boat shoes without socks. His tan ankles and wisps of hair showed through the gap between pants and shoes. While his frame was smaller than mine, it appeared he was in good shape.
I checked my exploration as I wondered when I became so interested in men. Maybe consciously interested in men might be a better statement. I registered his question and thought about how to answer it.
"What has he done for me? Hmmm," I pondered, thinking again that he was watching. "He has given me a home, food, and everything I need. He has had me shaved, tattooed, pierced, and cleaned."
He had no control over his facial expressions and they played a range of emotions as I went through my list. At `had me shaved,' his mouth opened and he closed his legs together. Was this getting to him? Was it turning him on?
"By cleaned, do you mean, ah..." he couldn't finish the sentence; he just blushed.
"Yes, he used an enema on me," I said, finishing it for him.
"Um, uh, what else has he had you do?" He leaned in further, eager for answers, it seemed.
"Well," I started, and then thought, "he has put me on display a number of times in front of many people. He has had me suck him and several other people off. He has had me drink his piss and cum." I could see the look of horror on his face.
"Why?" was all he could say.
I leaned forward a bit myself, and unconsciously let my hand slip out of my crotch. I saw his eyes drop to my dick, and I half-heartedly covered it again. What did it matter if he saw me naked and hard or not, when he was hearing about all the things I had done.
"I guess you would say that it was something I always wanted to do." Did I really believe that, or was that for Sir's benefit?
I shook my head before he could say anything else. "No, I mean to say, I didn't know how this all affected me. I didn't know it would turn me on so." My cock swelled in my lap.
I wiped my eyes and continued on. "I know this stuff sounds gross and unbelievable, or like something out of a porn story, but it happened. I turned myself over to him, and he began to really change my life."
"For the better?" he asked in a lower voice.
"I have never been so horny or filled with lust, or so hard so long in my life. It is like each new thing twists and tunes my mind to be more receptive, and more accepting to what it does to me." Did I really mean that?
He started to speak again, but I held up my hand. I fought with my feelings and the words. "No, the first time he pissed in my mouth, I thought I was going to throw up, but my cock got harder and started dripping, like it had a mind of its own. Me, personally, I believe I like being pissed on more than in my mouth, but my cock wants both!" I looked to see his reaction.
"And all the times of being naked and having to do things in front of other people, I thought I would have a heart attack or pass out from humiliation, but each time my cock kept saying, `More! More!' and I followed its lead."
I looked up at him through watering eyes. "Every now and then reality kicks in, and I think to myself, what the fuck are you doing? What are people thinking of you? What would my fellow workers, family, friends, think of me if they saw me doing these things? And he takes pictures, and I worry that someone who knows me will see them."
I was sobbing, "But it turns me on so much, and I get lost in a fog of lust, and just go with it."
He reached over and placed a hand on my arm. "Do you want me to get you out of here?" he said, and looked over his shoulder.
I shook my head, snuffed my nose and wiped my eyes. "No!" I said emphatically. He looked surprised. So I explained. "I have no place to go. I have no car, no money, no clothes, nothing. Besides..." and then I stopped.
"I can help you, you can stay with me, and I'll get you clothes and some money. Then we can work on getting you back to your people, or the police or some kind of help," he said in a very sincere voice.
My heart swelled for him as he wanted so to help me, and there was nothing he could do, even if I said yes. Sir owned me. I was his for a year and that year was only days old.
Then it hit me—was this another of his tests, like the policeman? I panicked and started sweating. I tried to think back over what I had said. Had I said anything that was wrong?
I shook my head, and tried to find the right words. "No, thank you. I mean really, thank you for being so concerned. But I belong to him now and I want it that way." His mouth gaped open again.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, for all the times I hate it, there are more where my mind is blown sexually to places I never thought possible." I looked at him and studied his face. Then I noticed that he closed his legs together, and thought the fold in the crotch of his jeans was filling out.
"Did you come to ask me these questions because it intrigues you?" I looked at him closely. "Did all this talk get you hard?" He blushed.
I leaned closer to him and put my hand on his arm, and felt the warmth of his body once again, "Do you want me to suck you off?"
He jerked back as if my hand scalded him. He shook his head and he blushed, "No, unh uh." He leaned back in his chair. I saw his eyes go to my crotch again.
"Or do you want to suck me?" I asked, leaning back and spreading my legs. I felt like a slut, hawking my wares.
He looked shocked, but he looked at my crotch, and I could see him thinking about it. He even licked his lips. I knew he wanted it.
"It's okay if you do. I won't tell anyone, and I would be glad to let you do it." I paused, and then asked, "Is this a fantasy of yours? Have you ever sucked a man before?"
He shook his head, but you could see he was mesmerized by my dick. "No one but us will know. And I would never tell anyone. I mean, who would I tell? All I know is your name is George, nothing else. Completely anonymous."
I spread my legs a bit more and reached over and put my hand on his again. "It's okay, if you want to." I scooted forward in my seat. I took his hand and placed it on my cock. Again, seeing the smaller size of his hand compared to mine reminded me of the difference in our size.
I felt the warmth of his hand on my cock, and, at first, he tried to pull back, but I held on and said, "It's okay; you can if you want to."
He nodded, but withdrew his hand. I could tell he regretted the movement. "Have you ever been with a woman?" he asked, out of the blue.
"No, I never have." I answered simply.
"So you have only been with men, then?" he said, looking at me in the face.
"No, I had never been with anyone until Sir," I said, as I wondered where this was going.
"So you never sat around with the guys in high school or college and jerked off together?"
"No, I was pretty much a loner, and didn't know about things like that until I was in college and read about it on some site."
He paused, then nodded and said, "Yeah, me too. I am pretty much a loner as well."
I wondered how a handsome guy like him could not have girls falling all over themselves to be with him, or why he didn't have lots of friends. "Are you a virgin?" I almost added `too,' but realized that no longer applied to me in the truest sense.
He just looked down and nodded. What kinds of struggles had he gone through to reach this age and still be a virgin?
I sensed a desire in him that he had never been able to fulfill. I reached out again, took his hand and put it back on my cock.
He seemed to make some sort of decision because the tension went out of his hand, and he let it fall around my cock. I heard him sigh, and I moaned as he gripped my cock.
He closed his eyes and squeezed my cock, hard. He opened his eyes, which were welling up, and said, "I, um, have wanted this for a long time." He paused, and looked me in the eyes, "but doesn't this bother you having to be available like this, to anyone who wants it?"
I chuckled a bit. "I am not available to anyone; only those that Sir tells me to be available for."
"So does that mean that he told you to be available to me?" He started to withdraw his hand.
"Yes, he gave me specific instructions, saying I was to offer to blow you or to allow you to blow me." Why was I being to bold?
"So you are offering yourself not because of me, but because he told you to." He did pull his hand away.
"George, yes, I have to because he told me to, but I would really like to have you enjoy yourself. It seems that you have wanted to do something like this for a while and I want to provide you the opportunity if you want it." I felt like I was seducing him.
I reached out, took his hand and placed it back on my cock. I felt it tremble as he took it this time. "Go ahead; you can do anything you want." Was this what I had subconsciously wanted for myself?
He stroked my cock, and then moved his hand lower and fondled my balls. He closed his eyes and sighed again. "Move your chair closer," I instructed.
He released my dick and, holding on to the seat of the chair, humped it closer to me. He brought both hands to my crotch then. He rubbed his hands over my smooth pubic area, which was still sensitive, and played with my balls and cock. He would pull it down nearly to the seat of the chair and then release it. It would spring back and slap me on the stomach and leave a smear of precum. I grunted at the pain, but allowed him to continue.
As he played, he leaned in to smell me, and, while he did that, he asked, "Has he ever punished you or caused you pain?" He was staring at the head of my cock, watching as I flexed it and made it swell.
"Yes, I have been whipped, had weights tied to my balls and my nipples clamped."
I heard him moan. Did he inwardly crave the same treatment?
"Can I..." he started to ask.
And I finished it, "suck my cock? Anything you want?"
He was kneading his tented jeans as he moved in closer to the head of my cock.
It seemed like an eternity, but he finally slipped the head of my cock into his mouth. We both groaned. The warmth of his mouth was wonderful. He continued to work the shaft up and down, as his tongue swirled around the head.
His other hand was busy in his lap. "It's okay, if you want to take it out."
He raised his head off of my cock and looked at me, looking for confirmation.
"Yes, it's okay." I really didn't know if it was, but figured Sir would enjoy seeing the boy's cock.
He used both hands and fumbled in his crotch. I heard a zipper and caught a glimpse of the pink one-eyed monster, and then he was blocking the view with his head, as he lowered it back to my cock.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure he was providing. I was focusing on what he was doing, so I could use it on Sir. I had done most of these things. And I was surprised when he ran his tongue along my piss slit.
I noticed his fervor was increasing, so I took hold of his hand that continued to work my cock and said, "Slow down, it doesn't have to be fast; enjoy it." I thought for a moment, and then said, "Why don't you slip off those jeans and let me see the rest of your beautiful body?"
He blushed around my cock, closed his eyes, and removed his head from my lap. He looked around the room. The door was closed. I didn't remember Sir closing it when he left. I guess that gave him reassurance, because he got up on his knees, unbuckled his bel, and unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed them down and then rocked back to sit on his butt as he pulled his jeans off. He was working frantically.
I looked at his brown tangle of hair around his cock, and the length and thickness of his cock as it perched over two nice sized balls. Again, the balls had a tinge of brown hair on them. I looked at them jealously. They looked so wonderful. He saw my gaze and reached down to cover himself.
"It's okay; you are beautiful." He blushed and looked down. "Go ahead and take off the sweater."
It didn't take much prompting; he pulled it off over his head, along with the t-shirt that was underneath. He now sat there naked.
I moved down to the floor next to him and allowed him to explore my body as I explored his. He kept one hand on my cock as he explored and poked the various parts of my body. He found the rings on my nipples, and I winced at the pain as he gave them a gentle tug. He even spread my legs and looked at my hairless crack and pushed on the plug.
I enjoyed seeing the tan lines on his naked body. While his tan was very dark, the contrast was there, and it framed and accented his crotch. I explored his crack and the moist tangle of hair there. I put my nose down and took a whiff of the muskiness that came from his crotch and crack. It was a powerful aphrodisiac for me. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly. I moved around and took his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste. It was wonderful.
He moaned and thrust into my mouth. I was surprised at how much of it I could take. I felt him take me into his mouth, but I felt the urgency in his thrusts. He wanted to cum. He wanted to feel the rush and know it was from man to man sex.
I could do little, except hold my mouth so I didn't scrape his shaft with my teeth, and allow him as much depth as I could.
He became frantic in his pumping, and I felt him moving furiously over my cock as well.
When I thought he was just about there, I heard, "Looks like you boys are having a little fun."
George jumped and pulled out of my mouth. "I, ah, I'm, ah sorry, I mean, I ah," he stammered. He looked for his clothes, something to cover himself with.
"No, it is okay. No need to be sorry. I know that my boy is beautiful and anyone would get lost while enjoying him. It is okay." He paused, and took in George's naked body from head to toe. George blushed and tried to hide his slick cock with his hand.
"No, don't cover yourself, boy. You, too, have a nice body." He watched as George moved his hand slowly away from his crotch.
"I just thought you boys might like a more comfortable location. I thought you might be getting along well together. I hope my boy was suitably hospitable for you and offered himself to you." George looked at me, and his mouth opened.
It was like Sir was pimping me out or something.
"Why don't you two follow me to a more comfortable location?" I knew it wasn't a question, but an instruction. I stood up quickly, and then reached down to help George up. He looked around for his clothes again, but didn't see them. Sir said, "No need to get dressed just to get undressed again; just follow me."
He turned and left the room. I followed behind him, and then turned and pulled George along and put him in front of me. I knew his heart had to be pounding, as he wondered if we were going to run into Ms. H in this condition.
We didn't. Sir took us into a room that I hadn't been in before. It was a dimly lit room, but the center had a large black leather-covered mattress or bed or pad or something, about queen-size, but square. It was raised up about 2 or 3 feet off of the floor.
"This should be a bit more comfortable for the two of you." He stepped aside and I climbed up onto the bed. George hesitated a moment, and then climbed up onto the bed himself, but trying to maneuver his body so that his crotch was away from Sir.
"Boy, come over here and put your hole up in the air." I moved around, placed my forehead on the leather pad, and lifted my ass in the air. I felt a bit of the now familiar humiliation as George watched me do this. I felt Sir touch my crack, and then felt the plug being removed. I remembered to push out as he did so.
I tried to close my hole after he removed it, and was sure it still gaped open. I felt empty, but I also felt I could relax a bit more. I always seemed on edge when it was a constant reminder in my ass.
"Now, you should be able to enjoy each other completely. But boy, he is not allowed to fuck you." I looked at George, and he blushed again, and then looked down. "You are saving that virginity for me." George's head flashed up, and he looked at me as if to ask if that was true.
"However, boy, if he wants you to fuck him, then you should do that. It may be the one time you get to fuck someone while you are here." I rolled those words around in my mind, examining them for meaning. I understood what he was saying. It might be my one chance.
George looked so bewildered by everything that was happening, but his cock continued to sprout from his dark patch of hair. He was looking at my shaved crotch, and I was looking at his. Sir must have seen because he said, "George would you like to be shaved? I can arrange it if you would like it."
"George looked stunned, but his prick responded by dripping. It is something he contemplated. But he couldn't or wouldn't respond. He bit his lower lip and lowered his eyes. "You think about it, George, and let me know."
George nodded his head minutely. Was he becoming lost in the fog of lust as well; willing to do anything just to let the sexual tension continue? I saw George tremble a bit. Yes, it was getting to him. I wondered how far Sir could take him. And a jealous thought ran through my head. Did this mean he would use George as his boy? Would he enjoy him more than me?
I closed my eyes and mentally pulled myself together. It didn't matter, Sir could use me as he saw fit. My cock throbbed at the thought of serving Sir. My cock was still telling me what I should be doing.
I looked at George again, and reached over to take his straining cock in my hand. He moaned, sighed, and sank down on the leather bed as well. He reached out for me. He was feverish with desire. I could see that he was solely focused on the needs of his own cock. I wondered where it would lead him, and what it would be wiling to do in search of pleasure.
As I took him into my mouth, I pictured him retrained on the wooden boards in the punishment room. I could see him writhing and trying to scream around a gag as Sir applied clothes pins to various parts of his body.
I got caught up in the images and, at first, didn't hear Sir speaking.
"So, I have a few friends that would like to watch the two of you in the throws of passion." I looked up, and towards his voice. Dimly, I saw several men sitting in big chairs along one wall. I felt George's body go rigid at this revelation.
"It's okay," I said, "just go with it and enjoy yourself." I felt him take my cock back into his mouth and thrust eagerly into mine. His cock was driving again.
Once again, my mind was kicked, and my reality rocked. I was now performing sexual acts with another man, naked for the pleasure of these anonymous men. My cock twitched and pushed deeper into George's mouth.
My mind whirled and, not for the last time, wondered what I would experience over the next year? My mind couldn't begin to fathom those depths, and it made me wonder if George would be around for any of it?
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