As I felt my eyes beginning to roll up and the rush overwhelming me, Sir said, "Stop, boy."
I dropped my head, but was now panting. I leaned forward in an effort to follow my hand. I was now up on the balls of my feet, and I felt like a live wire had been touched to my skin.
I clenched my jaw to stifle further noises, and rocked back onto my heels.
I was in a daze, when Sir said, "Stay right there, boy." He got into the van, backed up, and drove off. I was now standing naked, hard, and so on edge, I could shoot with just one touch, and Sir had left me here! What the fuck was I supposed to do now?
He hadn't given me instructions on what to do with my hands, was I supposed to assume the standing position, cover my crotch with them, or keep them at my side? I didn't know what to do.
I was standing there under a street lamp, naked hard and scared to death. I was sure the cops would come by and arrest me at any moment. I began to shake all over. I was about to find a dark place to hide when I saw Sir's van pull up beside me. I was so glad to see him. I thought I would start crying at any moment.
He rolled down his window and told me to come over to him. I moved quickly and got to the window. "You have an hour to get home. Here is a map, we are only a couple of miles away. You know the address, but probably don't know where we are. So follow the map." I took the map with my hands shaking.
"And boy, if you get picked up by the cops, you may not call me." He laughed, "Not that you have the number." He smiled and continued, "And don't bring them to my house either. If you are arrested, I will check the police station in a couple of days to see if you are there."
He looked me up and down and smiled, "And boy, if you are not home within an hour, the doors will be locked and you will spend the night outside. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said feebly as my stomach clinched and unclenched. I thought I was going to be sick right there.
"I didn't hear you, boy!" he said in an even tone.
I spoke up and said, "Yes, Sir."
He rolled up his window and drove away then. I moved over between two parked cars and opened the map. It had an `X' marking what I guessed was my current location. But no other marks on the map. I had to figure out where the house was and then figure out how to get there from here within an hour.
And how the fuck am I supposed to know when an hour was up? I had no watch! I was so screwed.
The first thing I had to do was get rid of the hard on I had. I felt I would be bit less, well, not conspicuous, but less lewd or threatening, if I wasn't hard. Did that make sense? So I took a deep breath, grabbed my nuts in my left and gave each ball a hard flick, one right after the other.
The pain surged through my groin to my stomach, but it got me soft again. I didn't think anyone could stay hard with a punch to the balls. I looked at the map again and tried to orient myself. I also had no way of knowing North or South, or anything.
But I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. I realized then that I was hyperventilating. I had to calm down. Once I had gotten my breathing under control, I realized that I had to find another street and once I did that I could figure out which way was which.
I looked over the trunk of the car and saw there were no connecting streets on this side of the road. The next connecting street was on the other side of the road and down a ways. I was going to have to cross this busy road!
That's when I realized that probably a dozen cars had already driven by! And I wondered how many had seen me skulking naked between these two cars. And what would happen if one of the owners showed up while I was crouching there.
I looked down the side of the block that I was on. I would use the cars as much as I could until I reached a relatively dark spot to cross the road.
I was to the eight car when I heard, "Hey, you, get away from my car!"
Shit! I jumped away from the car I was near and headed across the road. I was almost nailed by a car in a blare of honking horns. The car stopped inches from me and I looked in the front window to see an old lady with eyes wide and mouth even wider looking at me.
I covered my crotch, looked both ways and ran on across the road. I heard, "Pervert!" yelled at me. Then a moment later, I heard, "Do you need a ride home, young man?" This old lady had all her wits about her! But I pictured me getting into the car with some lecherous old lady that wanted to put her hands all over me and do who knew what with me.
So I yelled, "No, but thank you, ma'am." Then for some reason I added, "Just out for an evening run and a bit of fresh air!" He honked her horn. I turned and looked at her and she was giving me the bird!
I would have laughed, if I had not been so scared. I was sure now that two different people were going to call 911 and report a naked man running up and down the streets.
I ran up to the dark area between two houses, as soon as I was on the far side of the street. I looked around and saw that I had a couple of houses to go to get to the intersection where I might find the connector streets name.
I watched the road and judged the traffic so I could bolt from one dark spot to the next one. Finally, I was at the corner, but I couldn't read the street sign from where I was, so I was going to have to run to the corner itself. I looked for traffic on the busier street and when there was a gap, raced out to try to read the street sign. I had to get very close to be able to read it in the dim street lamp from the pole several houses away.
Once I had the name I held the map out so I could try to read it. I hadn't been looking down the side street until I heard the blast of a horn. I looked up to see a car load of young men, probably college age, pulling up to the corner.
"Fucking faggot!" I heard. I dashed away back to the darkness between the houses. My heart was pounding and my dick was hardening up again. Why!!!??!? What about his turned me on?
I waited until they had turned to edge out into the light to check the map. I finally figured out where I was and saw that I was only a couple of blocks -- albeit long blocks -- from the house.
I looked out onto the street. The trees that lined the street nearly met in the center, so there were only pools of light up and down the street.
I took off and ran past several houses. I paused to catch my breath and try to calm my heart. A dog started barking and I heard it hit the window behind me and start growling.
I took off again as the porch light went on and heard, "Go get him, Toby!"
Fuck! They let the dog out!
I ran to a tree that had a low hanging branch. I grabbed hold and walked my feet up the trunk until I could wrap them around the branch that I hung from.
The dog ran by barking away. After a bit, it came running back and I heard, "Toby, get in here! You scared it away."
I heard the door slam and saw the light go out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I let go with my legs and then with my hands. I stood there shaking, getting my bearings.
I headed down the block again, zigzagging between the houses and the dark areas. I was about half way home and thought I had pretty well mastered this, when I ducked in between two houses and heard, "What do we have hear?" I looked and a form moved out of the shadows. I saw the red glow of the lit end of a cigarette.
"I do believe, I have died and gone to heaven!" He moved closer and I was frozen to the spot.
"Come here, boy," he said and the command in his voice was unmistakable. Not that it was Sir, but he knew how to command.
I moved closer to him and saw the white of his teeth as he smiled at my response. "Now kneel down here at my feet, boy."
I knelt and looked down at his feet. "No, look up at me, boy." He said.
I looked up and saw in the dimness that he was wearing only boxers. He seemed about 40 by what I could tell. I saw him reach into his fly and pull out his dick. He pointed at me and said, "Open up, boy."
I did as instructed and knew what was coming. He began to piss in my mouth and I fought to swallow the strong acrid tasting piss. He laughed as he continued to piss. "Every night I step outside to take my last piss of the night and think how wonderful it would be if some young boy would be here to drink it." He laughed again and it turned to a smoker's cough. "And here you are!"
He finished pissing and wiped his dick on my face. "You may go now, boy. I am sure you are a dream, but it was certainly a nice one!"
I climbed to from my knees and ran off to the next dark spot between the houses. I crossed two more streets and wondered how much time I had left. At the next corner, I checked the map. Yes, I thought I recognized the street!
I mentally said, `fuck it' and took off down the street running on the lawns as fast and best as I could eager to get to the house.
I saw the house ahead. The porch was dark and I wondered if that meant that I had missed the deadline. I put on extra speed and ran up the steps and bent over trying to catch my breath before trying the door knob.
The porch light went on and I saw Sir sitting in a chair on the porch. "Congratulations, boy, you made it in time!" He was smiling.
"Assume the position, boy," and I moved into the standing position as my breathing continue to be ragged.
"Did you like that, boy?" he said and reached down and squeezed my rigid cock.
"Sir, I don't know, Sir," I said after just a couple of breathes. "I mean, I was scared to death, Sir, that I was going to be caught and arrested. I was afraid to disappoint you and not make it in time." I paused again, licked my lips and continued, "But, Sir, I don't know why I am so hard! And Sir, I am so horny! I guess that means, I must have liked it, Sir." I said, speaking more words than I had in at least a day.
"When you have the first two concerns reversed then you will be better trained, boy." I thought for a moment to review what I had said. Then I got it.
"Yes, Sir," I said sorry that I had gotten it wrong. I did want to please him and that amazed me! I was really taking to this role. What was happening to me?
"Jerk off, boy," he instructed. And I was so on edge, so amped up from all the adrenaline of running through the night naked, that I felt it wasn't going to take much to cum. I shuddered as I took my cock in my hand and started stroking.
"Use the other hand, boy," he instructed, knowing that I am a regular left hander and right hand is strange and different for me.
"Yes, Sir," I said, so in need of release that I didn't care if I had to use my elbows, I would figure out a way to cum.
"Look at me, boy," he said and I lifted my head to stare into his eyes. He had the faintest of smiles on his face and he was searching my face as I looked at him. I don't know what he was looking for, but what I was looking for was to cum!
I had switched hands and grip. With my left, I grip with the whole fist and with my right I tend to use just the thumb and the forefinger. At that point, I didn't want to get into the logic of that, I just wanted to feel that rush!
I was furiously working on my dick when it began to mount and I knew that I would feel it wash over me soon. I was also trying to get to the point quickly before he could tell me to stop again as he had earlier.
I was sucking air through clenched teeth and working on my dick. I closed my eyes for a moment as the sensations took over, but I opened them and look him in the face. He still had that bit of smile on his face.
And then the wave hit and I was gone with it. I was shooting spunk every which way in rope after rope as I continued to work my dick. I was now moaning through the clenched teeth and trying to breathe at the same time.
My legs were shaking as I squeezed the last drop out and flipped my dick to make it land on the porch with the others.
`Porch!' Oh fuck! I had just jerked off on the porch where anyone could have seen me! Oh, Shit! I looked at him and his smile was broader.
"It just clicked, didn't it, boy?" he said almost jovially. "You just managed to realize that you are standing on the porch, under the porch light, naked, and jerking off for anyone to see!" He smiled again and continued, "I always enjoy the look on a boy's face when it all clicks into place. You can see it cross their face! It is always priceless!"
I was still shaking, but now from nervousness. Who, if anyone, had seen me? I tried to cut my eyes to the side to see if there were any lights on in the houses across the street. I didn't want to turn my head and look because I knew I wasn't supposed to be concerned about if anyone else was watching or not. I was just doing this for his pleasure.
My heart was going 200 bpm while I stood there feeling the blood draining from my face. He just smiled.
Finally, he said, "You did well, boy. You were not concerned with your surroundings, just as you did in the bar tonight. You are learning, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I acknowledged. My mind went into a whirlwind once again as I realized how I was changing and changing so quickly! Was I really made for a life like this? What this the way I really wanted and needed it to be?
I hadn't realized he had stood up but when I felt his hand on my shoulder, I almost jumped. "Let's go around back and get you rinsed off, boy," he said as he put his hand in the small of my back and directed me.
He led me around the house, through the gate and into the backyard. He moved me over to a gravel area and turned on a hose. "Raise your arms, boy." I did and he quickly sprayed me down with the cold water. He had me lift my feet to rinse those, which I thought was the part of me that needed cleaning.
When he turned off the water, I stood there shivering. "Okay, boy, you can relieve yourself and then you can dry and we can get you something warm to drink." He kind of chuckled when he said the last.
I went over to the grass and knew I only had to pee; everything else was out of me. So I pissed getting more used to this situation every day. I wondered if someone was at one of the windows looking out at me. I shivered as the warm piss left my body.
When I was done, he handed me one of the small washcloth sized towels to dry myself with. I finished up quickly, eager to get something warm to drink.
Inside, I waited in the kitchen, but he told me to follow him. He led me up to his bedroom and into his bathroom. A light bulb went off in my head then and I knew what my warm drink was going to be.
In the bathroom, I knelt at his feet, "Good, boy," he said with a bit of pride in his voice. He unzipped his pants, fished out his thick cock and let it fall in front of my face. I waited until direct, "Take it in your mouth, boy, but just let it rest there."
I was still shivering and I didn't know if it was all from cold or if some was from tension. The head of his dick rested on my tongue and in seconds I felt, smelled and tasted his piss. He forced out a strong stream and it took everything to swallow fast enough to take it all.
I closed my eyes to concentrate on the task. It just kept coming, foaming in my mouth. My throat worked constantly to swallow all of it. The taste was more flat, less tangy than the last time.
When he finished he patted my head, "Good boy. Are you all warmed up now, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said not sure that I was or not. Warm piss had not been my idea of a drink to warm me up and a week or so ago, I would have thrown up at the thought of drinking piss. Now I was becoming more and more eager to please him.
He led me over to a pile of blankets in the corner of his room and told me to sleep there. I watched as he stripped off his clothes. He was so handsome and my mouth watered at the site of his heavy cock and balls. Why did he affect me so?
He read for a while and before he turned off the light, I was asleep. My dreams were strange, although I don't remember the specifics, just the general feeling. I know I woke several times during the night to adjust my sleeping position and blankets.
In the morning, he woke me by poking me with his toe. I opened my eyes and rolled them this way and that to try to focus. I felt groggy and had to really think to figure out why I was sleeping naked on the floor and why this guy was poking me with his toe.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up. As I did, I was presented with his nearly hard cock in my face. "Open up, boy," he said. I responded to the direction without thinking. I opened my mouth. He slid in his dick and just rested it there.
"Suck it, boy," he said. I applied my mouth and tongue to the tasks. His dick tasted so wonderful! There was that tang of him and a lingering underlying taste of piss, but mostly it was his wonderful nectar that he began to produce as I ministered to his dick.
He let me work on it for several minutes. I was licking it up and down the length as well as taking the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. He took my head by the back of the head and began to fuck my mouth. I fought gagging a couple of times, but he just kept up. I tried to keep a tight seal around his shaft with my lips.
As the speed and force picked up I knew he must be close. It took concentration to keep everything correct. I reached down to confirm that I was now rock hard as well. I knew I wasn't to play with myself, so I moved my hands away. But I really wanted to cum as well.
I heard him grunt and push deep into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes. I was gagging, but he held me there and began to pump hot cum down my throat. Finally, he released my head and I moved it back and breathed. Tears were streaming down my face from the gagging. He patted my head and wiped his dick on my hair.
"Good, boy," he said and patted my head once more. He went into his closet, and a couple of minutes later came out in dark slacks, a black polo, with black loafers and socks. He looked so handsome.
"Come on, boy, let's go." I followed him out of the room with my dick pointing the way. Downstairs, he told me to go outside and take care of business. Once again, I felt like I was being treated like a dog!
I took care of my business and that made my dick go down. Squatting over the hole was still totally embarrassing for me. And I was sure that someone was standing in the windows watching me.
I kept my back to the house, as if that would make it better. But it only meant I couldn't see if anyone was walking me or not.
I walked back into the kitchen. Mrs. H put down a bowl of oatmeal with raisins in front of me. I looked up at her, surprised that I wasn't getting the "kibble" again. She gave me a quick smile and then turned and went back to her work.
Sir was finishing up a breakfast which I could smell, some kind of eggs with bacon, onions, potatoes and cheese. And he was drinking coffee! How long had it been since I tasted coffee! I tried to remember, and I thought it was in that restaurant where he had used cum as the cream in the coffee. I would take even that right now. My mouth watered.
He was reading the paper and I had a silly thought that it was some Masters and Slaves newspaper listing the latest techniques for training a slave, newest tortures, stories of successes and failures, and a listing of the latest "boys" acquired.
I had stopped eating during my day dream, but was brought back when he said, "Boy, when you are finished eating, come downstairs."
"Yes, Sir," I said and went back to eating my oatmeal. It tasted so good I thought I would be Oliver and plead for some more. But I knew I was given what I would get.
I tried to get every drop of the oatmeal scraped out of the bowl before I left the table. I thanked Mrs. H. for the oatmeal. She didn't respond and I wondered if a boy was permitted to speak to her or not.
I made my way downstairs. Sir was there laying out some clothes. "I am taking you shopping today, boy, and you will need to wear some more traditional clothes." The thought of wearing real clothes thrilled me! "So here are the clothes you will wear today, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I looked over the clothes. There were jeans, t-shirt and some trainers. I started with the jeans. I pulled them on and saw that a couple of the buttons were missing at the fly. It didn't gap too badly. But then I noticed the tear in the jeans to the side of the fly. I was sure that if I moved a certain way, my cock would show in that rip. I looked at my back side and saw that one of the pockets was partially ripped which would show my ass and probably his tattoo as well from a particular angle.
I wanted to look at Sir and see his reaction, but knew I didn't have permission to do that. I pulled on the t-shirt. It was a light green skin tight shirt. My nipple rings showed very prominently and there was writing on the front. I tried to read it upside down and figured out that it said, `i belong to my Master' in yellow letters about two inches tall.
I took a shoe and slipped my foot in it and it was wet and slimy on the inside. I pulled it off and looked inside. I tentatively put it to my nose and over lying the smell a well worn athletic shoe was the pungent bleachy smell of cum.
Sir chucked and said, "I thought a little coating of cum would keep you reminded of your position, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said I as slid it back on and wondered whose cum it was. I put the other one on and it had the same feeling. I tied them and stood up.
"You look good, boy," Sir said patting me on the back.
"Thank you, Sir," I said and I felt the pride swell in me as I knew I was pleasing to him.
I followed him upstairs and out to the van. As usual, I sat in the back seat as directed. He didn't say anything as he drove through town. I kept thinking about my attire and how to keep my dick from getting hard. I really didn't want to have to keep flicking my balls while I was walking along!
I was also excited about going out shopping and in `regular clothes' for a change. When had I last worn jeans?
He parked the van in a diagonal parking space along a street. It was bright and sunny out and it seemed to be a busy street. "When I let you out, boy, you are to walk about 10 -- 15 steps behind me. You will wait outside the shop I go into for a count of 60 seconds. Then you will come in and assume your standing position next to me. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said with my heart racing. He got out and opened my door. I climbed out and looked around. There were all kinds of people walking along: guys in suits, women in jeans and t-shirts, blue collar workers, guys that looked like bums or homeless people, and a bunch of guys that looked like bikers, all scruffy, tattooed and covered in leather and denim.
He closed the door and started walking. I waited until he had moved ahead and started following him. As I walked along, I tried not to make eye contact with anyone and kept my eyes on the back of Sir's head.
One guy bumped into me and said, "Who's your master, asshole?"
I said I was sorry and hurried on down the street. I saw heads turning to look at me. My heart was still pounding as I realized how much attention I was gathering. I was really fighting to keep my cock from reacting. I tried to think of cold water and ice cubes.
I saw one woman, cover her mouth and look away and then look back. I blushed and felt my ears heating up.
Up ahead, Sir turned the corner and I was sure I was going to lose him. Then what would I do? How would I get home? What could I tell anyone? What if the cops picked me up for indecent exposure?
I hurried my pace to the corner and when I looked right, there was Sir. I sighed and turned to follow him. A guy was leaning against a store front as I walked past. I heard him say after I was past, "Nice ass, there, boy." My face warmed again.
I just kept on walking feeling the humiliation build on me as I wanted to shrink myself away from site. But another part of me was becoming proud of being his boy and following his directions.
And there was a certain part of me that wanted me to get hard and be more of an exhibitionist, but I would again realize where I was. I would close my eyes and try to get myself together.
It was during one of these eye closing sessions that I almost missed Sir entering a store. As soon as I saw the door closing, I began counting. I arrived in front of the store to see that it was a leather store. `Leather for every need' it said. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine.
I stood outside the door counting as people continued to walk by and look at me. I got one man in a suit that looked at me, then window sign and then back to me with a sneer. I never knew how long a minute was before.
I thought for a moment, I was going to lose count and have to start over, but that wouldn't work.
Finally, I reached sixty, and reached for the door knob, when I heard, "Fucking faggot," I saw a reflection of a guy about 30 with a short hair cut and frayed collar. I swallowed, turned the knob, pushed it open and was assailed by the smell. The place was redolent with leather.
I saw Sir standing over by a counter. I moved up beside him and took up the position. The clerk was explaining, "Yes, we can fit him here on the spot, with almost anything in the store."
As I stood there, I realized that there were several other customers in the store. I saw a couple of men looking over leather coats. And there was a man that seemed to have a boy with him. They were looking at the various types of whips on a wall. The boy wore a tank top, very short denim shorts, and black sturdy leather boots. His head was shaved and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
I stood there with my hand entwined behind my neck, lowering my eyes to the proper level and waited.
I felt someone pull on the flap on my ass. They must have seen the tattoo or something because they laughed.
"He needs a good leather harness, a full body harness," Sir told the clerk.
"Yes, Sir," the clerk said, "Right over here."
He led Sir over to a wall that had an assortment of leather straps and metal rings. Sir went through several of these and found one that he seemed to like. "This one for him," he told the clerk.
"I'll need his measurements, Sir," the clerk said.
"Certainly." He turned towards me and said, "Strip, boy,"
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