Sir positioned me so my head was at the edge of the bed. "I think you need to show your appreciation to Nate here for everything he has done for you." What did he mean by that? Was this when I was going to have to suck some guy's cock? Images began to flash through my mind. As usual he was right, my mind was dreaming up all kinds of wild things. And the next realization I had was that I was getting hard again. Shit!
Nate was laughing and undoing his jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly as he stood in front of me. From my upside down view, as I had my head bent back to observe him, it seemed that his cock seemed to balloon out of the opening fly. It was huge! And it just kept coming. I swallowed and then heard his laughter.
He moved up closer and Sir told me to open my mouth. Tears rolled out as I opened my mouth. I didn't want to cry, it just came.
Nate put the head of his cock on the roof of my mouth. I knew I would not be able to take his cock when he got hard. I squeezed my eyes shut to force the moisture out of my eyes. I closed my mouth around the head of it and started to lick it.
"I didn't tell you to suck it or lick it, boy," Sir said. I stopped doing anything and became fearful again. Was I expected to suck this when it got hard? Was this going to be my first cock to suck? Would I have to eat his cum? I squeezed my eyes shut again to rid them of the build up of moisture. My chest moved as if I was sobbing, as I fought the emotions. No sound escaped my mouth, but I was feeling it overwhelm me.
That's went it hit. And the force of his stream nearly gagged me. He was pissing a gusher into my mouth. And with my head upside down like this I was finding it difficult to swallow. I felt it going into my nose and gagged and worked my mouth making it run out of my mouth and across my eyes. I heard laughter and Sir saying, "Swallow it, boy. Show Nate what a good toilet you can be."
I opened my mouth wider and he pissed in a hard stream down the back of my throat and I gagged again. I opened wide and tried to swallow. The overflow mixed with my tears as I fought humiliation and the gagging reflex in my throat.
Finally he stopped and I worked to swallow the acrid tasting piss. It had been disgusting and horrible tasting. Sir's had not been that bad! I shook my head to rid it of excess piss. Sir said, "Hold your head still, boy."
I did as directed but continued to squeeze my eyes shut tight and then relax repeatedly trying to get the stinging piss out of them. So I wasn't aware of what Nate was doing until I smelled him. I opened my eyes to see the mounds of his ass descending on my face.
He spread his ass apart and lowered the crack over my nose and mouth. I didn't do anything until I heard Sir say, "Show Nate how you like to lick ass."
The smell of him overwhelmed me. Sweat, dirt, BO and shit all assailed my nose. I thought I was going to gag again. I stuck out my tongue and tasted him. It was just about as vile as the smell! I fought the gag I felt coming and choked and coughed instead. I heard laughter as I went back to trying to lick his ass.
"Not very forceful, seems like he needs more practice. Want me to round of some of the other guys and customers for him to practice on?" Nate said which sent chills up and down my spine. Was Sir really going to humiliate me that way and make me do this to a crowd of strangers?
I tried to apply myself better to the task at hand even though I was fighting back tears again. I licked up and down the crack and when I felt a give in the skin, I knew I was at his hole. My tongue worked through the kinky hair and pushed there and licked. It was so disgusting, but I continued on.
"Better," Nate said. He moved his butt around on my face. I tried my best to please him but more than once fought the desire to gag. Finally, he rose up off of my face and wanted to wipe my face with my hand but after the comment when I tried to shake the piss off of my face, knew that Sir would not permit that.
I blinked to clear my eyes and saw that he had turned around and was coming towards me with a monster cock. I had never seen one so thick and long! I could never take that in my mouth. I doubted I could even get the head in my mouth.
My whole body was shaking as I opened my mouth at his approach. I closed my eyes and resigned myself that I was going to become a cocksucker.
I heard laughter again, "Bet that scared the willies out him, looking at my pet coming towards his face!" Nate said.
He grasped his monster cock and used it as a club against the side of my face. It felt like it must weigh five pounds! "What he doesn't realize is that it's the other hole that my pet wants to explore."
A second or two to process that and I gasped and clenched my ass closed. No! I screamed in my head. It would rip me open. I could never take anything that big. `No, please, Sir,' I mentally begged.
He whacked me on the face again and said, "Going to turn over and let Nate take you on the ride of your life?"
I turned and looked at Sir to see what instructions he was going to give me. I was quivering anxiously as I awaited the next words from his mouth.
"I think we better wait a week or so before we let you have a go at his ass," Sir said and then added, "and I think that he has never had a dick up his hole before. And your little pet might be too much for the first time."
His words helped and scared the shit out of me. He saved me from being ravaged by this monster. Today! But he definitely implied that I would be fucked and that I would be back to take on Nate's pet. I closed my eyes and fought the emotions.
Or were they just fucking with my mind again? I couldn't believe anything in this place. What was real and what wasn't? Once again he showed me that he was in control and that I had none.
"Get up, boy," Sir said.
"Yes, Sir," I said not trying to sound as meek as I felt.
I stood up and realized I was still tense and felt like electrical currents were running through me. I was on edge and quivering with anxiety.
He reached up and gently moved the rings in my nipples and I inhaled sharply. He smiled. He patted me on my non-tattoo cheek, "You did well, boy."
I liked that. I liked his praise. But it also made me wonder how I compared to other boys he had brought here. But I would probably never know. How did I stand up to those that had gone before me?
"Get dressed, boy," he instructed.
As I reached for my clothes that were now hanging from a peg on the wall I saw that Nate had pulled up his jeans and buttoned them. He stood with his arms folded across his wide chest sneering at me. I couldn't hold his glare so I moved on with my eyes.
That's when I realized that there were 2 other guys standing in the room. How long had they been there? What had they seen? Had they seen me drinking Nate's piss? Or licking his butt?
I blushed red and grabbed my shorts and pulled them up over my swelling cock. Would it always betray me like this? I heard laughter from the direction of the two men. I grabbed my shirt then and pulled it on. I found the slippers and slid my feet into them.
I shook as I stood then in the standing position Sir had taught me. I shook because once again humiliation was running rampant through my mind. I gritted my teeth and waited with my eyes looking at the floor.
"Good, boy," he said with sincerity and that hit me emotionally. He really sounded like he was pleased with how I had behaved. And after the way my emotions had been stirred up, this was tapping into all of that. My eyes welled again; this time because I was happy.
"Follow me, boy," he said and I obeyed.
As I walked by the guys at the doorway I heard one of them say, "Can you imagine a guy who would allow himself to be treated like that?"
Wham! That hit me and I thought I was going to lose it again. All the pleasure I had from Sir's complement was gone. I hung my head and followed him out of the store. But my fucking cock had responded to that and had enjoyed it! Why?
At the van, Sir told me to sit in the back and to sit gingerly on my tattoo. Not that I could hurt it, but because my butt was going to hurt for a bit.
I got in the back dejectedly. Sir was silent as he started the van and then pulled out. After several minutes, Sir said, "Take off your clothes boy," in a gentle manner.
I don't know if he had been reading my expressions in the mirror or what but it seemed he sensed my despondency.
The events of the last couple of hours played through my mind and tore me up once more. As I sat there I felt sorry for myself and gave myself over to despair.
"Boy, look at me," Sir said with a forceful voice.
I looked up into the rear view mirror where I could see his face. I wiped my face so I could see him more clearly.
"I know your emotions are going crazy at the moment and that is normal. I wouldn't be able to do this as well as I do and as many times as I have if I didn't know how you are feeling and what you are going through mentally." He glanced into the mirror to make sure I was still looking at him.
"Boy, I can tell you that you aren't just anyone. You are the one I chose to be my boy. That means that you meet all of my requirements and in addition are the type of guy that I have determined will get something out of this process."
He was working on my emotions again. He wanted me to feel proud that he had chosen me.
"And yes, your mind is going to be part of the fear/torture/control that you will learn about much more during your year. And I plan to fuck with it often." He looked in the mirror again, taking his eyes off of the road, to see if I was still looking at him. He wasn't smiling but there was no scorn, or anger or malice in his voice; it was just conversational.
"Boy, I will rarely ask this of you, but do you have any questions or comments or anything you wish to say at this time?" He looked in the mirror again. "And I mean you can say anything right now without fear of reprisal."
I knew he meant it. The cauldron of feelings that he had stirred up was not helping. I nodded my head as I swallowed the lump that was there and fought to keep my eyes from filling up and my voice from cracking.
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." I paused and swallowed again. "Am I really going to have to," I tried to couch this in the correct terminology, "perform fellatio or be anally penetrated?"
I could see him fighting to control his expressions. "Do you want to do those things, boy?" he asked and then added, "Not that it matters."
That sent a chill up my back again. "Sir, I don't know the answer to that. Two days ago, I would have said emphatically, no." I paused and tried to figure out how to say this. "Sir, I know it doesn't matter what I think about this, but I have to say I am curious." Did I really say that?
"I mean I would have never thought I would put a man's penis in my mouth, let alone let him piss in it." Then I realized what I said, "I don't mean let as in permission, I mean I didn't think that I would allow, I mean that I would do those things."
He looked in the mirror again, "Boy, don't worry about how you are saying it. I told you no recriminations, no reprisals, just speak your mind."
"Yes, Sir," I said and fought the feelings that were threatening to take over.
"I did those things when you told me to do what I wanted to do. You didn't tell me to, I did them. And the me that was me two days ago fights with the me that is in the here and now. I know I am not making sense."
I stopped again and gathered my thoughts again. "Things are so crazy in my head right now. Things are turning me on that I would have never thought would have. The images from the videos last night keep playing through my mind and I wonder what it would feel like to do some of those things, but talks of branding, piercing, punishments, restraints, humiliation AND all those sexual ideas are fucking blowing my mind."
I looked up at the mirror, "I am sorry, Sir."
He shook his head, "No, go ahead, boy."
"The idea of taking a monster dick like Nate's up the ass scares the shit out of me. And I am afraid I would choke to death trying to suck it."
I tried to smile as I said the next part and it frightened me to say it, "But Sir, I would like to try it for you." I had said it quietly, almost in a whisper. Was I saying that because I thought that is what he wanted me to say or because that is what I wanted?
As if reading my mind, he asked, "Are you saying that for my benefit, because you think that is what I want you to say? Or are you saying it because you really want to try it?"
Damn him! He really knew how to put me in a corner. "Sir, I believe it is because I want to try it," I whispered.
He looked at my eyes in the mirror; I saw his eyes moving to take in not only my eyes but my whole face. He didn't respond.
"Anything else, boy?" he said drawing my eyes to his with a piercing glance.
"Sir, am I really going to be branded? Or where you just playing with my mind?" And I rushed on, "And are you going to make me get one of those ring things in my dick?" The idea caused me pain. "And are you going to have more tattoos put on me?"
Then the floodgates were opened, "Will I always sleep on the floor? What happens in the winter, will I have to still go outside to relieve myself? Will I ever get mail? Will I ever be able to call anyone? Will I be able to read a paper or a book? Will you ever just hold me while I sleep?" Where had that come from?
"Sir, are you going to kill me? I know you say you aren't, but are you a serial killer and all this mind fucking is just part of your lead up to brutally killing me?"
I shook my head, but when on, not letting him get an answer in. "No, I am sorry, I don't mean that. Yes, I do. I don't know, you have messed with my mind so much.
"Are you going to ever just turn me out, like you started to in the van today? Are you ever going to tell me your name? Will I ever get to go to a movie or shopping or for pizza or for a walk in the park?"
I slumped in my seat, "Will I ever get to travel any place other than this city? Will I ever get to talk to anyone? Will you leave me alone like people do with their pets while they go to work?"
I ran out of steam. I looked up at the mirror. He took his eyes off the road again, looked at me, then pulled over to the side of the road.
"Boy, that was a lot of questions; most of them expected. Let me get to the big ones. I am not a serial killer, although me saying that doesn't mean that I am not just fucking with your head again. But you will learn you can trust me for many things."
He now had my attention and stared at his cropped visage in the mirror as he continued on. "I will never cause you permanent harm. So while you may be whipped, it will not ever leave lasting scars. You may not believe that when it is happening but that is the truth." He smiled, "However, you will forget that in the moment of the pain and torture and begin to believe that you are going to die and that is part of the sport of it."
That worried me. "Brands can be removed and skin grafted over them. Tattoos can be removed with lasers. And I suppose that the extra hole in your dick that a PA requires could be sewn up, if you wished. So see, no permanent harm." That wasn't very reassuring.
"As far as sucking and fucking, yes, that and much, much more. Things you cannot imagine. And yes, you will eventually be able to take even Nate up the ass." My butt hole tightened at the thought. "If fact, I know that you will eventually take two dicks up your ass at the same time."
He saw my shocked look and added, "And what would you think if I told you that you will be able to take my fist up your ass?" He held up his fist. It looked massive. My gut turned to water and I thought I was going to mess the seat right here. I couldn't imagine that at all.
"As far as life with me a lot will depend on how you behave. But from now on, I will never ever put you out. You will be disciplined and confined depending on the nature of your transgression."
He let that sink in before continuing, "Yes, you will have a home life, somewhat. I expect you to use your mind as well as your body. So you will be able to read. Some will be books I give you to read, others you may choose. For example, I know that you like Science Fiction, so I will provide you with Heinlein, Asimov, Card, Herbert, etc. for you to read. If there is something else you are interested in then at the appropriate time and depending on your behaviour, they will be provided."
"Yes, you will have a bed to sleep in. It will be a bed on the floor next to my bed. These are all the things the boys often wonder about in the first day or so of their year."
That made me think of another question, "Sir, am I better or worse that other boys you have had?"
He laughed, "All boys want to know the answer to that question. `How do I measure up to the ones who have gone before?' Boy, the answer is that every boy is unique on to himself. He is judged against himself, against what he should be able to do."
He thought for a minute or maybe he was waiting for me to say something else. "Again based on your behaviour, attitude and demeanor, you may be allowed to accompany me to dinner, shows, movies, walks, journeys and possibly even travels."
Hope rose in me. "But to do these things alone, that is another matter. You will have to prove yourself to be worthy of such trust before being allowed such a privilege." He looked at me and added, "So for the time being and possibly for your year, I wouldn't count on that."
My shoulders slumped a bit. "But I would tell you that your attitude, responses, demeanor and emotions are just where I expect them to be on the second day. This is not comparing you to any other boy; this is just comparing you to what I expect from you." He made a weak smile.
"Now, anything else?" He looked at me questioningly.
My mind was more of a whirlwind that before. Once again, I was an Ipod and I needed to be reset. My playlists were on shuffle and I didn't know what was coming next. Yes, I had thousands of questions and none that I could put into words.
His words had assured me and scared me. He managed to calm some qualms and raise others. "No, Sir," I managed to get out.
"Then we are back to you only speaking when spoken to. I may or may not have other opportunities for you to speak your mind." He looked at me in the mirror one last time, "Yes, it depends on how you behave."
He started to put the van in gear and then stopped, "And one last thing. It all comes down to control. You have none and I have all of it. Remember that and you will have a much better year."
That really got to me. He had proven that to me several times today.
I need to make up a mantra to repeat to myself. Something like: I have no control, he controls everything. Better would be: My Master has all the control, I have none.
Another question popped into my mind, what happened if I got arrested for some sort of lewd and lascivious behaviour, or worse? I figured I wouldn't get an answer to that until it happened or I had another chance to ask questions. It made me sweat again to think of such things.
Sir was driving along, he checked his watch and sped up a bit as if he had to be someplace by a certain time. I no longer had a concept of minute by minute time, just a general sense of morning, noon and evening. I don't remember seeing a clock since I moved into his house.
I was lost in thoughts of time when I heard a siren. I looked around and saw the flashing lights right behind us. Oh Shit! Were they going to stop us? What should I do? I was sitting in the back seat naked! Oh fuck!
Sir slowed down and it became obvious that he was indeed after us. Sir didn't look at me or say anything at all. He sat calmly as the officer approached. He rolled down the passenger window as the cop stopped and turned next to it. "Do you know why you were stopped, Sir?" he said, looking into the van.
He saw me and his eyes went wide. "What is going on here? Give me your license and registration." The cop was looking back and forth between me and Sir. Sir calmly got out his wallet, took out his driver's license and handed it to the officer. Then he opened his glove box and got out the registration.
The officer held onto both of them and then addressed me. "Are you okay? Is he mistreating you?"
I shook my head, not knowing what to say.
"You can say anything now, he can't hurt you. So if you need to get out of the van because he is holding you hostage or something, you can. I have a blanket in the car and can get you to the station where we can get you clothes and call your people."
He looked at me closely. I swallowed and fought with my conscious. What would Sir do if I responded to the officer? Was this my one chance to make a break from him?
"You don't have to say anything, just nod your head. He can't do anything to you."
"Is he holding family and friends hostage, so you will do things for him? I want you to have every chance to respond here any way you want. Just nod your head."
I was scared and frightened and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to make any movement afraid it might cause him to do something.
Evidently he saw something in my expression because he took out his gun and made a show of letting me see it.
That scared me more. He was serious and he was offering me a simple and sane way out of this. Yes, there would probably be some legal hassles with what I had signed, but I didn't doubt a lawyer could get it thrown out. I mean slavery was outlawed, right?
Sir sat very calming looking at the officer and never looked at me. He wasn't sweating or squirming or anything. He was in control of himself. Was he in control of me as well?
I shook my head, "No, Officer, I am fine. I was just a little hot from exercising and I guess I got carried away getting the clothes off."
The officer looked me over from head to toe very carefully then. I blushed as he zeroed in on my shaved crotch. "You sure?"
"Yes, officer, I am sure. Really, everything is fine." I swallowed and wished I would quit perspiring.
He handed Sir back his information and said, "Looks like you have a good one, Sir. Take good care of him."
"Thanks, Jim. You have a good day now."
Fuck me! He had been fucking with my mind again! I wondered if he was a real cop. And if he was what would he have done if I had said I needed help? Fuck!
I was furious, relieved and upset.
I looked up at the mirror to see if he was smiling or laughing. He had put the van in gear and was driving along watching out for traffic, checking mirrors, etc.
I seethed with anger at the mind fuck he had just performed. Then the mantra popped into my mind: My Master has all the control, I have none. How true that was! I shook my head.
We drove the rest of the way home in silence as I fought with my thoughts and feelings.
He pulled into the drive way. He got out and then opened the door next to me and told me to get out. I did so, realizing that I was now standing naked in the drive way in the middle of a bunch of houses. I wanted to cover my crotch but didn't.
He closed the door and said, "Follow me, boy."
He led me into the house, down the hall to his apartment (or was his the house and everyone else an apartment?). I followed him through the house, passed Ms. H. She seemed to always be in the path when he was leading me through the house? Was that on purpose? Did he instruct her to stand along the way when he was escorting a boy through the house, just to add to their humiliation? Was this just another way for him to fuck with my mind?
He took me into the padded room and I began to tremble. Punishment. I didn't know it was going to be so soon. I hadn't prepared myself for this.
He took my wrists, held them up and buckled the restraints around them. My whole body was quivering again. He spread my legs and did the same with my ankles. I was now once again totally at his mercy. Then I thought, wasn't I always at his mercy now?
He walked over to the phone, picked up the handset, punched a number and said, "Paul, I am going to discipline the boy, would you be so kind as to come over and observe?"
He must have received the response he was expecting because he pushed a couple more buttons and repeated the statement to Trevor.
My cock was stirring thinking of being on display for these guys, restrained at his mercy. What did they think of Sir and his boys?
I tensed against the bonds and felt my muscles tensing, again as if electricity was being applied to them. I felt on edge, jittery, not knowing what was going to happen next.
My breathing was ragged as I heard the door open and then close a moment later.
The two men moved over in front of me and took directors chairs that were positioned in front of me.
"We are to inflict punishment on this boy," Sir said as he moved into my field of vision.
"Why are you being punished, boy?" he asked.
I tried to get my tongue working. "Sir, I disobeyed you. I questioned you? I showed disrespect to you, Sir." I thought for a moment and added, "I AM sorry, Sir." Did I hear an intake of breath from the two men watching?
"Boy, as I said before, being sorry, doesn't resolve anything."
He didn't say anything for a while. I became painfully aware that my cock was throbbing and aching. This was turning me on. Why? I didn't understand. Was I wired wrong on something?
He walked around me, accessing me. He stopped behind me and said, "Well I can't use the belt on your ass because of the new tattoo. While it would definitely add to the pain, it might mess up the design."
He continued around me. He stopped and brought both hands up to my nipples and flipped the rings. I inhaled sharply at the pain.
"We could use the whip on your cock and balls," he said and let me ponder that.
I hung there with sweat trickling down my side.
He wheeled something out in front. I looked down and saw wires and dials. He took something and attached it around the base of my cock and below my balls and cinched it tight. Then he put another ring around my dick right against the flange of the head.
I started panicking again. He held up two wires for me to see and then bent. I craned my head to see what he was doing. He attached one wire to one ring and the other to the other one.
He held a box up in front of my face. He flipped a switch and I screamed. The electricity shot through my dick and balls! Fuck!
He only had it on for a second but the pain coursed through me. I bit my cheek to keep from pleading with him to stop.
He looked me right in the eye and did it again. I convulsed in the restraints, my whole body arching. My cock must have loved this because it just swelled and throbbed and oh fuck! that hurt!
He rotated the dial, making sure I could see him do it. Then he pressed the button again and I felt it more and less. It was more invasive on me but wasn't as intense.
He played with the dial and the intensity increase and decreased as he did it. He just kept it on. My cock was jumping and I thought it was going to get burned off!
"Fuck! Please, no more! Please! Sir!" I couldn't help it. It hurt and my cock was jerking and flexing. It just kept going on, in varying intensities as he played with my cock using the electricity. My cries had no affect on him.
And then I felt it overwhelm me and then a crashing crushing orgasm like none I had ever had! I shot and shot and shot -- ropes and ropes flying out and landing on the floor. It just kept going on and on and he cranked the dial up and down driving me crazy and making the intensity of the orgasm increase.
Finally he pressed the button and the current stopped but I still felt it buzzing in my nuts. I don't think I will be able to cum again for weeks after that! Fuck! I was sobbing and shaking. It had been such a combination of pain and pleasure.
He walked up to me and held my face so I could see his eyes. "You will learn a great deal about the mixture of pain and pleasure and how pain can bring pleasure. And more importantly how your pain brings me pleasure!"
I was still shaking as he roughly took off the rings from my cock. I looked out and saw the two guys who had witnessed my punishment. What did they think of Sir's actions? What did they think of me as I hung here, drained? I tried to get my breathing under control. My cock still bobbed in front of me. My balls were drawn up tightly on either side of my cock.
Sir walked back over to me and said, "I'll apply this as the last stage. It should help." I smelled wintergreen and felt him smooth some lotion onto my shaft and my balls. It felt cool, but my cock still responded and stayed rock hard.
He stood watching me. Then I felt the heat! Nothing like anything I had every felt before. My cock was on fire! Oh shit! It was going to be blistered and burned! He must have smeared some kind of acid on there!
"What! Please, it burns. Please! Sir!" I was back to begging. I twisted as much as I could within the restraints to try to get away from it, but there was no retreating.
He took a piece of leather and told me to open my mouth. I did so as I swallowed air. He put the leather in and told me to bite down on it. I did so, squeezing my eyes shut! Tears rolled down my face and on it continued to burn! Fuck me!
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