"Okay, now that that is all over, we can start with your training for the day," he said, heading back into the house.
My heart thumped as I wondered what "training' might mean.
"Follow me," he instructed and I followed him back into the house, past Ms. H, who had her lips pursed when she looked at me, and on into the library or office.
"First, you must learn the appropriate positions. I have told you that when you are standing, you are to have your feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind your back and your eyes looking at the floor." I moved into this position quickly.
"Good, boy. But another position for you, is on your knees. And there are two positions for this. And this is going to take some getting used to on your part. I am sure that there will be some pain until you get used to this." I waited. "Now, move over here next to my desk and get down on your knees facing me."
I moved over and got to my knees in a clumsy manner. This was so different for me.
I didn't know whether to have my toes flat or curled. "Two positions here; one is looking at the floor with your hands on your knees, back straight." I moved into the position and fidgeted a bit and got settled.
"The second position on your knees, is with your head against the floor, ass in the air." I blushed as I bent and assumed this position.
"Good, boy. This is the position that you will assume when I enter a room and you will remain there until instructed otherwise." I felt this in my knees and had a mental image of my ass sticking up in the air, open and exposed. As if reading my mind, he ran his hand down my crack to my hole. His finger pushed on it once again and I tightened my hole closed even more, and I trembled under the touch.
I heard a bit of a chuckle then as he moved and sat down at the desk. I could just see his feet if I shifted my eyes right. "You will become accustomed to people touching you intimately." He sat back in his chair.
"Each day you will spend some time in fitness training. I have a personal trainer that will work with you in my gym. As part of your fitness, you will be required to keep yourself shaved as you are now. If there is some part of you that you cannot reach, then advise me when I give you a chance to speak and I will make arrangements to have it taken care of."
I pictured myself naked in the barber chair where anyone could walk in and see me, and I vowed I would figure out a way to do this myself. "All equipment you need for this will be supplied to you in your shower room off of the gym."
"Food will be provided to you three times a day. If there are any other foods that you are allergic to, you will let me know when you have permission to speak. Otherwise you will eat all the food provided for you. It is balanced to provide you will a healthy nutritional diet. Between the meals and the fitness training, your body will become in better condition than it ever has been before. I take good care of my boys."
The my boys' part made my stomach clinch. I was his boy' now. That thought continued to circled around in my mind as he continued, "I believe, no, I know, that in time you will want to do anything I ask. You probably don't believe that right now, but I will remind you of this a bit later. You will experience things that you have never conceived of, and do things that you can't imagine." I thought I heard a bit of a smile in his voice.
"Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, and then said, "No, Sir?" I understood his instructions, but not his last comment.
Again the smile in his voice as he said, "Good answer, boy." There was a pause, then he said, "You may speak, boy, and explain your answers."
I started to raise my head, so I could speak to him when I received a swat to my butt. "Ouch!"
"I didn't say you could raise your head boy. And you are to try to control you emotional outbursts. Now explain your answers, boy."
Talking into the floor with heat on both sets of my cheeks I said, "I understand your instructions for shaving, fitness and nutrition, Sir. And Sir, I am unable to drink tomato juice. There is nothing else that I am familiar with that I cannot eat. But I don't understand how I can get to wanting to do things for you. I feel I must do what you say. And Sir, your comment about doing things and experiencing things I have never thought of scares me."
He had his hand on my ass again, caressing it. "Boy, I will pass along the information about tomato juice. But I think you already get a sense of pleasure or pride at pleasing me," I had felt that way just moments ago, when I thought I saw that twinkle in his eyes that I had something right. How did he know so much about me.
"And fear is something you will become familiar with." I trembled again and worried at what that meant and, again, as if reading my thoughts, "No, no permanent harm will come to you. You will have all your limbs, eyes, genitals, etc. when your year is up. But you will fear the unknown and we will play with this often over the next year." He ran his hand along my back and I knew he couldn't help but notice my trembling.
"There will be times when you are blindfolded and restrained and your life will be in my hands and you will wonder what I am going to do to you. That is good and as it should be. You will learn, if you haven't already, that you have no control over anything for the next year." I heard sternness in his voice, but his touch was gentle on my shoulders.
"You will eat, piss, shit and cum when I allow you to and only then. You will stand when I can say you can stand and kneel as long as I tell you to kneel. And you will not ever question why. Now do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said quietly into the rug.
Smack! "Speak up, boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" I said loudly.
"That's better, boy," he said rubbing my ass. This intimate contact still confused me and I shivered. My knees, toes and back were beginning to hurt in this position. I moved my feet to lay my toes out flat and that helped my toes, but my knees and back still ached. "The position is getting to you, isn't it, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said firmly, hoping he would allow me to change positions.
"Good, that is part of your training."
I heard footsteps and then, "Here is your mail, Sir." It was Ms. H. Oh shit! And she was seeing me in this humiliating position. I blushed and wanted to bury my face more into the carpet.
"Thank you," Sir said. I heard the footsteps leaving the room and was a bit relieved.
"You felt humiliated by your position and condition when you realized there was someone else in the room, didn't you boy?" he said, without a trace of rancor in his voice.
"Yes, Sir," I said, trying to keep my voice as firm as it had been before.
"And your cock got hard, didn't it, boy?" I realized he was correct, I hadn't noticed.
"Yes, Sir," I said, even more mortified by this realization.
"Raise your head into your other kneeling position," and I moved with relief into a more upright position. "This is the kneeling two position. The first one you were in, on your knees, is THE position. And you have the standing position. Unless otherwise directed these are the positions you will assume when either standing or kneeling."
He reached over and ran his hand across my chest. Again, I couldn't help myself. I trembled. He took my left nipple between his thumb and index finger and began to squeeze and twist it. Pain shot through me and I gasped. I had not been expecting that. "Control yourself, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I could see him playing with my nipple, flicking his finger back and forth over the nub that had hardened from his attention. I had never had my nipples touched or played with. I could see my cock was rigid as well, and a dribble of precum slid out.
He moved to the other nipple and again twisted and squeezed. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, trying to control my response. He continued to increase the pressure and I fought to control myself. Finally, I gasped. He pinched tighter and then released me.
As he ran his hand back and forth over my nipples, he said, "You will get much better at withstanding that and controlling yourself." As the blood returned to my nipples, the pain flashed through again.
"Now stand up, boy,"
"Yes, Sir," I said, almost automatically, and using a hand on the floor, pushed myself up. I felt very awkward doing it.
"You will learn to do that in one fluid motion without using your hand for assistance. But you must practice. I will mention it to the trainer."
I now stood beside his desk with my hands clasped behind me, looking down. I saw his hand come into the field of my vision and he cupped my balls in that hand. He rolled them back and forth and I moaned. He tightened just a bit and said, "Silence, boy!"
"Yes, Sir." I tried not to gasp it out.
My dick jumped a bit as I looked down.
"Whose balls are these, boy?"
I wondered at his question, "Mine, Sir."
With another tightening, he said, "Wrong, boy. Whose balls are these, boy?"
"Yours, Sir?" I said, with an obvious question in my voice.
He gripped them tighter and said, "Did you question your answer, boy?"
"No, Sir, yours, Sir." I said, trying to keep my voice level.
"That's right, boy. They are mine to do with as I please. And it will please me to do many things with them." He was rolling them around in his palm again. "And in addition, YOU will do many things to them."
I didn't know what he meant. "Bring your left hand around here, boy." I brought my left hand out front. "Now hold the balls, so that you have one of them extended and trapped at the end of the sack." I did as he instructed, feeling a bit sheepish about having to manipulate myself in front of him. "Good. Now with your right hand I want you to do a flicking motion." He demonstrated flicking his middle finger off of his thumb, the way one might flick a fly off of a piece of food. I followed his instructions and performed the same maneuver.
"Good, now I want you to flick the ball, boy." I couldn't help it, I raised my head to look at his face to see if he was serious. The look of mirth on his face changed as I watched a more stern expression appear as he said, "Did I tell you to look at me?"
I lowered my head and said, "No, Sir."
"Now, flick the ball, boy." My hand was shaking as I tentatively flicked my finger against my ball. "Harder, boy," he instructed. And I flicked a bit harder. "Harder, boy!" he raised his voice. I flicked as hard as I could and bent double as the pain coursed through my gut to my stomach and I felt like I might throw up.
"Stand up, boy!" I did with a struggle, "Now the other one, boy." I switched my grip and while biting my lip, flicked the second one as hard as I did the first one. I had to fight not bending over but I did grip my nuts with one hand and my stomach with the other. Tears streamed down my face.
"Good, boy. And it seems to have helped you get rid of your hard-on." I saw that my cock had indeed dwindled in size. It had to be a common reaction from a blow to the nuts.
"Now, hand behind your back in position." I released my nuts and tried to straighten up as I returned both hands behind my back. He said nothing then. So I stood and thought about what had just happened. I had inflicted pain upon myself at his direction! I closed my eyes and mentally shook my head. Why did I do that? Why did I allow myself to be treated this way? Surely, I could get out of the house and find the police or a lawyer to help me. Yeah, it would be embarrassing, but it couldn't be as bad as this.
I stood there reviewing the last 24 hours in my mind and thought, how stupid could I be to turn myself over to a stranger to do with as he wants. For a year! No, fucking way.
Then my thoughts turned to how much I was turned on by some of the stuff that had happened to me. Hadn't my cock gotten hard at times when I was embarrassed and humiliated? Why was that?
I felt confused and upset and defensive. He knew so much about me and I knew next to nothing about him. Wasn't he some pervert guy who took advantage of young naïve men? Making me sleep on the floor! Making me bathe him! What the fuck was I doing?
And having to do all this stuff in front of Ms. H and that Paul guy? How could I let him make me to that? And pissing and shitting in the backyard, how perverted could you get? This guy was trying to make me into some kind of sex slave to do with as he wished for a year!
Fuck this, I thought. I stood there getting madder and madder at myself for allowing this and for him making me do all those things. And for getting so turned on by all these weird and strange things!
I heard, "Follow me, boy," through my building rage and I said, "No!"
"What!?!?" he screamed. I cringed and shrank back a bit at the force of this statement.
"I just thought that I shouldn't have to do all this? What right do you have to do this to me." I was quivering as I said this. I was amazed at myself for speaking up; this was not like me, but I felt that I had been pushed to the extremes. The humiliations came tumbling down on me then as I saw myself naked in the back of the van, jerking off for those guys, walking down a public street naked, shaved and humiliated, given an enema and by a woman. I started crying. "I can't do this!" I said through the tears.
He moved up like he was going to hug me; instead he kneed me in the nuts and I doubled over once again feeling that rush of stomach wrenching pain. He caught me in his arms and half dragged, half carried me into a room nearby.
I was sobbing as he lifted me and first put one wrist into some sort of leather device and then the other. Then I felt on my ankles something fastening there. I tried to shake the tears from my eyes, so I could focus. I saw another guy stretched between some ankle and wrist cuffs across from me. I wondered what he had done. He also had no hair on his crotch or arm pits! I shook my head to focus better and when I saw him do the same, I realized I was looking in a mirror.
My fear doubled as I realized I was restrained in some sort of device, totally at his mercy.
He worked without speaking. I tried to read his expressions, but he was soon putting a blindfold over my head and pulling it tight. I couldn't see anything, not even any lght leaking in at the edges.
I started to scream, but a ball was forced into my open mouth and straps tightened behind my head. Some sort of gag.
I tried to beg around the gag, "Please! Please! Please!" It all came out as grunts, mumbled and incoherent. I was crying even more now. I was scared shitless. Was he going to kill me? Was he going to beat me? I began to shake as I hung there, my toes barely touching the floor. My breathing was ragged and quick. I felt I was going to suffocate on the gag and the snot in my nose. I began to panic, fighting the restraints and grunting and trying to breathe.
"Blow your nose!" he said gruffly holding something to my face. I blew out my nose and breathed a bit better but still fought the restraints.
He clamped one hand over my mouth and then the other over my nose cutting off any air supply. I shook my head wildly but he hung on. "Calm down!" He screamed into my ear. "I will remove my hand, if you will hold still." He waited a moment and then added, "Do you understand?" just as loudly.
I nodded my head vigorously and tried to hang limp. I removed his hand from my nose and I inhaled sharply, trembling with relief. I breathed quickly in and out through my nose, thinking that at any minute he could cut off my air supply again.
"Slow your breathing down, boy." He said demandingly as he removed his other hand from my mouth. I nodded and tried to calm myself. Tremors of fear still ran through my body.
"You are right on target for the rebellion stage. It is common. You don't believe that you could be turned on by this stuff. You think you could escape and that somehow the police or the law would assist you. You can't believe that you have allowed all of this to happen to you. You can't see yourself doing this for a year."
Instead of relaxing me, this recanting of my mental state was uncanny and only served to make me more leery of the man and the situation. My body seemed to shiver, not from cold but from fear and something else, what was it?
He was running his hand over my chest and stomach as he said, "As I have said, you have signed away all rights to your life for a year as a repayment for the debts you owe. You have also signed a statement saying that you are a degraded pervert and should not be allowed on the streets. It catalogues a long list of the perversion you are guilty of. It is accompanied by several videos and tapes of you performing some of them."
Panic overwhelmed me again. I began to shake my head. It couldn't be true. "In addition, your apartment is cleared and your belongings stored where they can only be released by me. Your parents have received a letter stating that you are leaving the country for a year and will be out of contact for most of that time."
He paused, moving around me, playing his hands over my body. "So you see, you have no legal recourse; you would only ruin yourself and probably be put in jail for all kinds of misdemeanors. And I can tell you that the men in those prisons will not treat you nearly as kindly as I will."
He was cupping my balls again. "So you need to resign yourself to this life and, while I know you can't believe it at this moment, you will come to enjoy this life and realize that it is something you were meant to do." As he said this, his grip changed and he was now encircling my rigid cock. How could my cock betray me like this? I couldn't want this, or enjoy this?
The shame hit me again and I began to cry again.
He stroked my cock and I tried to pull away from it, but I felt it throb in his hands. "You are wondering why your cock is saying it likes this and you think you don't?" I could hear the smile in his voice again.
"It is because your cock knows what turns you on. And you are going to be amazed at the things that turn it on. But that is not important to me. What is important to me is that you please me. It is my pleasure that should be your first thought."
He moved his fingers along the tip of my cock and then brought them up to my nose and lips. He smeared them there and I tasted and smelled the precum. "It could be weeks before you are allowed to cum again. You will get to where you enjoy each orgasm infinitely more than you ever have in the past."
He put his hand back on my aching cock. "In the past, you have brought yourself off any number of times in a week, and each one of itself was not as important to you as it should have been."
He gave my cock a couple of strokes and I found myself bucking up into his fist. "Oh, you think you want it now, but wait a day or two or a week or more and it will mean so much more to you!"
He held his hand still as I tried to fuck it, stretching myself as far as I could on my toes.
"Controlling a man's cock controls the man," he said, and he squeezed my cock fiercely. I gasped around the gag.
He released the pressure and just gently ran his finger up and down the shaft. Fuck, I wanted release! He was driving me crazy. I didn't care what I had to do, just let me get off!
He used just his thumb and forefinger and stroked up and down. "Look at how it drools, seeking to lubricate the passage and to aid in friction and sensitivity." He rubbed the precum into the head of my cock, indeed increasing the sensitivity. I inhaled sharply around the gag.
I heard a chortle then and tried to come back to the reality of what this man was doing to me. I whimpered around the gag, begging my body not to betray me.
He slowly stroked my shaft with just a light touch. It was maddening. When I jerk, I use a tight grip and a fast pace. This was teasing me, making me want more and harder.
"Isn't it strange how at this point you would promise to do anything if I would just let you cum?" He continued his slow tantalizing stroking. "Wouldn't you, boy?"
I started to shake my head and hated myself for nodding. Tears streamed down my face again as I vigorously nodded and mouthed a "Please!" around the gag.
"You would promise to jerk off in front of Ms. Harrington, if I would let you cum, wouldn't you?" No! I mentally screamed as I nodded my head.
"You would walk down the street naked, if I just gave you release, wouldn't you, boy?"
"No!" I screamed around the gag as I nodded my head. I cried as I did this.
"You would let a man fuck you in the backyard where everyone could watch, if I just let you feel that wonderful rush, wouldn't you, boy?" His stroking had picked up speed a bit, but was just as tenuous as before. I willed my head to stay still, but I couldn't, and I wouldn't do that! I am not that kind of a guy. Tears welled again and I bit the inside of my mouth as my head gave the tiniest of nods.
"It is just so amazing how controlling your cock controls you." He stroked on and continued in a soothing voice.
"You feel your balls tightened up and your cock swell and the rush begins in your toes and," I could feel it all. Yes! It was so close! "isn't it amazing how quickly it can all go away?" he said, as he gripped my balls savagely, squeezing them, causing for at least the third time that gut wrenching stomach turning pain. I gasped around the gag and whimpered. I couldn't double up and I couldn't clutch my wounded balls. I just hung there shivering again. I had been so close!
I was panting around my gag again as he gently rolled my balls around in his hand. I knew my cock had shriveled once again. I hung there limply as he reached up and massaged my lower stomach.
"You were obstinate and disobedient earlier. You must learn that you will be punished if you do that. I have told you that I will not punish you in the heat of anger, nor will I punish you, just to punish you. Your punishment will always be just." He paused, rubbing my butt. "That is not to say that at times you will not be bound and given pain. That will be for my pleasure. In fact, I believe that you will come to the point where you will derive pleasure from your pain, as long as you know it is pleasing me."
His words were overwhelming. Just like his comments about me wanting to do things that I couldn't imagine. He was totally fucking with my mind. And it seemed like all my senses were heightened. I could smell him and I could smell my sweat. Sweat from fear and anxiety. I could hear the creak of the boards above me. And his light brushing across my exposed ass was giving me goose bumps.
He removed his hand and then there was silence. It hung around me like a damp towel. I didn't know what he was doing and I didn't know how long I stayed there in the silence.
Then I finally heard him say, "Trevor, would you come into the restraint room." Whatever he was using to communicate, he didn't wait for an answer that I could tell.
Then there was silence again. I turned my head from side to side trying to catch any sound, but with no success. My mind went back to what I had agreed to while he was asking me what I would do if he allowed me to cum.
My mind had difficulty wrapping itself around the humiliation I had agreed to. What was wrong with me? Why did I agree to any of that? And I was really screwed if all he said about the stuff I signed, and he had, was true.
"Yes, Sir, you called for me?" I heard a new voice say. It was powerful and resonant, full of confidence.
"Trevor, this is the new boy. He is the one you will be working with daily on his fitness. However, he has been disobedient and willful. He needs to be punished and I thought it would do him good to have a witness; a witness that will confirm that I only gave him what he deserved and did it without anger."
Another person was seeing me shamed and humiliated! I closed my eyes, not that anyone could see them with the blindfold on, but because I couldn't face myself. I was going to be working with this man on a daily basis and he was already seeing me naked, shaved and punished as well.
"I think that 10 with the belt should be enough for his first offense of this nature." My ass clinched at the thought. With a belt! His hand had been bad enough; what would a belt do?
Once again there was silence. I didn't know if some silent communication was going on between the two of them or what. Dread built up in me as I feared the beating that was coming. My heart started beating faster and I felt a trickle of sweat run down my side form my arm pit.
I heard thumping in my ears and realized it was my pulse. I started to think I was alone in the room and had somehow escaped punishment, when I heard the whistle of a belt through the air!
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