Fiction: There he was

slaveboy28 · 12-27-2016, 06:28 AM

"There he was"

There he was, standing in the darkest corner of a dimly lit pub. Waiting, nervously looking around, trying not to make eye contact with the guests who actually paid no attention to this average looking young boy. Why should they? He was nothing but another guest, a little overweight, simply dressed, quiet and looking as though he is just trying to run away from his every day worries. Only a few guests glanced in his direction and than quickly turned their eyes away, continuing there boring conversations, repeating the same all sentences day after day.
It was almost eight in the evening and months ago he would be sitting at the bar, gulping down beer after beer, checking out the ladies and thinking about his hard dick penetrating their moist cunts.
But today he wanted something else. He needed it. He craved it for months, ever since his first conversation with Sir. His God, who messed up his young mind to the point of giving away control of his worthless body, mind and soul. He surrendered his freedom and his (what he know called) useless little genitals. Not a thought about fucking random girls. Not a thought about ordering a beer (“you can only beg for a recycled (pissed) one, boy!”). Not a thought about being like the rest of the men sitting in the pub rubbing their crotches. He just stood there.

There he was, checking the time, discretely touching his body to check if signs of his previous manhood were really gone. And they were – not a trace of his chest hair (he was so proud of them he cried like a girl when they were gone for the first time), smooth armpits and completely shaved genitals, marked with a dark bold sign Master’s property – he could actually feel the letters.
Yes, he was Master’s property and the collar hidden under his sweater proved it. And so did his hard on, safely stored in his clean white underwear; tight boxer briefs sent to him by his Sir fitted perfectly. Never did Sir make a wrong decision, He always knew how to make His boy more and more submissive, more and more dependant. He guided him to the point of no return, where the only thing this fag could do was say Yes Master. Accepting his role in the world - to serve and obey.

And there he was to serve and obey.

There he was in his trousers, obviously too large for his shrunk shivering body. A boy in man jeans. They fitted him two months ago, but now he lost fifteen kilograms, and he looked funny walking in them, his belt barely holding them in place. Always a bit scared they would fall down and reveal his shamefully small balls. His useless balls. Today though the only thing holding the trousers in place was his hard dicklet waiting for a release after two months of complete chastity.
But it will be a long time before he will get what he hoped for. He will have to work for it, humiliate and degrade himself, suffer, but first of all give away the last thing he still possessed. His tight virgin ass. It was his cunt getting fucked this time. He will be the girl (varnished toe nails and drops of sweat running down his crack would undoubtedly reveal it to the undisturbed guests) taking dick. His Sir’s dick. The dick he dreamt of, imagined licking it, sucking the perfectly shaped head and slowly taking it in his dirty mouth before choking on it. Just to get it all wet and sticky before finally taking it up his boy hole. For the first time, for ever.

There he was waiting and nervously checking the time. It was already way past eight but there still was no sign of his Sir - a Man he waited for so long. To see Him for the first time in real, to touch His amazing body, to be allowed to smell His Man scents. And now all he could smell was his nervous sweat as he got more and more scarred. Will He even arrive or did Sir just find a different, more experienced, more submissive and more beautiful boy. He trusted Him so much and deep inside he knew Sir is once again playing tricks on him, messing with his brain, making him wait, making him sweat. But still the thought of being left alone, abandoned in a bar like a cheap call girl, scarred him and brought him almost to the verge of crying.
But Sir knew boys can wait. Always. And they always do. It is part of their nature, it is how their little brains work. They need their Masters so much. They need to be controlled, dominated, humiliated, brainfucked and than used - used hard. And they are prepared to wait, humiliate themselves, forget about their limits and fears. They would do anything just for a quick whiff of true Man’s worn underwear. And the longer they wait, the more their wish to please grows. And the more they need to get fucked and used. This virgin boy was no different and Sir was in no hurry. He wanted the boy begging not just to get used but to even be allowed to be close to Sir. He wanted him sweaty, nervous, shaking with fear and excitement.

When Sir finally arrived the boy was still there, just like He predicted. He knew exactly what will his first reaction be and he was not wrong for a bit. The boy just stood there in the corner with his mouth half open almost drooling as if he was trying to say something but his mouth and brain failed him (or was he perhaps already imagining Sir’s cock in his mouth?). His eyes both searching and avoiding eye contact with his Master until finally he just lowered his gaze and kept staring at his shoes. He was obviously in turmoil but Sir remained calm and slowly found his way to the bar. Completely ignoring the boy, ordering a lager and going through the newspaper, page by page, not really paying attention to articles but making sure the boy knew He was there and it was His decision when and if the boy will get His attention. Boys can wait.

For a moment Sir wanted to act faster, especially after He got hard when He saw lust in the boys eyes, when He saw much the boy needs to be fucked for the first time but He enjoyed the feeling of boy’s despair even more. It was not cruelty it was simply the way things needed to be. He could smell his anticipation. And He would not exchange this for some brief pleasure of simply fucking the boy in one of the toilet booths. He wanted to take things slow, to eliminate any illusions of this boy being a Man. Hell, he may even stick a tampon in his wet, dripping pussy. The thought of it made his cock twitch and he made sure the boy saw him adjusting his underwear - a special one he prepared just for him. Worn, sweaty, full of his man smells and piss marks. And (this was a cherry on top that really made Him grin) a nice skid mark. He knew the boy will not object to it. He was now so well trained and horny he will even thank him for this dirty gift. And beg to clean it with his naughty tongue.

There he was, his brain in overdrive, secretly gazing at Sir. He saw His hand on His crotch. A rush of adrenaline hit him but he did not dare to act on it. He knew he had to wait for a sign. But will it ever come? Will he ever get to worship His moobs and His feet? Will he ever get to taste His precious spunk? Once again his horny brain carried him away and it was the sound of the messenger that woke him up from his daydreaming. “Excited?” He started typing when the next message arrived. “Don’t blush”. He just kept looking at the floor, as Sir saw him change colour from bright red to almost purple. Yes, the boy was ready. “Follow me to the toilet. Enter and just kiss my feet. I want you on your knees boy, your dirty lips touching my shoes as I empty my bladder. Not a word fag!” Now his face turned purple and He could see his hearth beating even trough the clothes. “Fuck, this slut may get a heart attack just from touching me”, he thought to himself as He stood up and headed to the toilets. The pub was almost empty now and it was easy to spot the boy following Him.

“Yes, he will do for now” He smiled to himself as He opened the doors and headed for the urinals.

There he was a moment later kneeling in a puddle of piss, his lips glued to his Master’s shoes, not just kissing them but almost making love to them. He was scared as fuck, no doubt, but being close to Master calmed him down and he never raised his eyes, he just remained there on the floor listening to the sound of Master’s piss (He smiled as he heard him take a whiff…what a slut) hitting the urinal. He knew the boy wanted not only to hear it but also to get a sip, but he can wait. He will get what he wants, when He wants it. And now He just wanted him mentally edged. He wanted to see him beg for more and when He finished pissing He just stroked his semi hard cock so that a few drops landed on the boys head, zipped up and stared at his conquest for a second before allowing His boy just a small gift. A drop of spit that landed right next to the puddle. And this horny young boy just lapped it up with the rest of the piss, actually polishing the floor with his tongue. It was then when the boy raised his head a bit and Sir heard his soft, scarred but obviously excited and grateful voice for the first time: “Thank you Sir”.

Slap! “Don’t you understand what quiet means, piss breath? Now follow me, we are in for a long night and it will not get any easier for you boy”. This time the boy remained quiet and just followed Sir. He never heard Him say “what a find”, nor did he dare to glance as Sir’s hand once again reached for His hard cock.

There he was following his Master almost in a drunken haze. He did not even remember how he exited the pub (he must have smelled of piss and sweat by now but only the most attentive remaining guest could see a few yellow drops slowly drying on his hair) or how he found himself in the back of the dark van completely naked.
All he remembered was the cold of the metal floor (he always hated the cold and did never understand why Sir so enjoyed his naked body shivering in the freezing winter air) with his hand chained to a van. The other one he used to somehow try and stay in place as the van slowly took him to Sir’s house. It was a very long drive as Sir made that extra step to take a few additional sideways. He really wanted the boy to be ready just as He wanted him - a bit nervous and tired from the journey, in a state of permanent hornyness but at the same time his mind completely relaxed and free from the outside world, completely focused on Sir, His body and His pleasure. Poor boy did not for a second think of even touching what he referred to as “it” or in the best case scenario his “useless little genitals”.

The only thing he could sometimes see through the darkness (they must have stopped at the traffic lights) were his clothes at the far back of the van. They were now out of his reach and in this moments of solitude and almost despair he found his collar and the markings surrounding his small betraying genitals even more important now. It meant Sir was still there, he still was owned and this dreadful drive will sooner or later end. The doors will open and he will be able to see Him once again.
Not just for a brief moment like an hour ago when he was ordered to take off his clothes (Sir barked the orders but he could still sense the love of his superior) and when his Master chained him. But for much longer. Just as they mutually agreed.

The van finally stopped and he once again got overly excited. This made Sir laugh every single time. And it also made him think of His beginnings when His dick betrayed His darkest wishes.
Now this trapped boy’s dick stood at the attention waiting for both torture and pleasure. But nothing happened. Not a sound, not a word. The doors remained shut.
Of course he could not know Sir was again taking time to properly prepare HIS boy and was simply making a short stop to once again go through the items he bought. Watching them, holding them and remembering how this shy boy opened up to Him. How He guided him for so long. In this strange moment of reflection every single toy reminded Him of a step in the boys journey.
He was no sadist and he sometimes even asked Himself whether He pushed his boy too much, was He too strict, did he really deserve that stinging slap moments ago (damn that felt good! And if someone asked it undoubtedly felt good for the boy as well)?
He understood this was a mutual journey. And He wanted the boy to enjoy the big step (Sir surely will as He never doubted to get His pleasure), so he chose the toys very carefully, thinking of His slave’s (dis)likes, the effect they will have on the boy. He could actually see him in black ladies underwear …
Just a few more minutes and he will be there on his knees begging Him, thanking Him, praising Him, worshipping Him.

He took a deep breath, listened for any voices coming from the back and started the engine. Just a few more miles and they will be together. Both ready to take the next step. Finally.

The van stopped. Not a sound was heard. Only fast breathing of two excited adults on their journey into the unknown.

It was what they were both waiting for.

There He was. His Sir and Master. His Dominant. His Captain.

There he was. His boy and slave. His submissive. His sailor.

There they were.

Together.

boy A

m55uk4younger · 12-29-2016, 03:28 AM

Such a good read, I cannot wait to read the next chapter.

m55uk4younger · 01-11-2017, 04:21 AM

"looking for somebody"

"Sir"

m55uk4younger · 01-18-2017, 08:17 AM

I feel there is another chapter in this story, don't disapoint me!

Sir.

m55uk4younger · 01-21-2017, 04:12 AM

Boy A, will be posting chapter II, very soon and will be working on chapter III.

Sir.

slaveboy28 · 01-21-2017, 10:48 AM

There he was - Chapter II

There he was after a long and tiresome ride. Scared, disoriented and shivering from the cold of the van’s floor. He was now blindfolded and unaware of his whereabouts but beneath his naked body, he could feel the warmth of the carpet and he slowly started to realize the nightmare is over. The nightmare of being alone, separated (if just for an hour spent locked in the van. Yes, this really messed up his mind.) from the Man he admired, worshipped and adored. He could feel His presence. He could feel Sir’s body next to him.

They were together at last.

Although not being able to see, he could still sense Him - his Sir, his Master, his Captain. He could smell Him, His manly scent, in the warm air of the house, and he could even hear His heart beating….thump thump…thump thump… By the sound of it, Master liked what He saw groveling on the floor and this made boy’s pathetic denied dicklet twitch. More than anything the boy feared being rejected, told to simply fuck off without being able to touch, smell, lick and worship his Sir. Being denied what he longed for ages…

…denied of the first touches…

… a strong, warm, demanding hand playing with the boy … firmly touching him…inspecting him… going trough his short hair where small yellow drops of piss, Sir’s piss, glistened just an hour ago… caressing his boyish earlobes….inserting His fingers into the boy’s eager mouth and making him suck on them…playing with the dark studded leather collar the boy bought just for Sir - it really fitted him perfectly, making him constantly aware of his position… feeling the bare skin on his chest (“yes, the boy removed it all”)…. discretely smelling his shaved armpits just to get a quick whiff of the twink’s hornyness… working on his small boyish nipples before roughly twisting them… catching a tiny drop of sweat running down his body, taking it into His mouth and tasting the boy’s fear and anticipation… gently going over the sign - Master’s property – that encircled his small genitals… than very slowly stroking his hard but still shameful excuse for a dick… rubbing His fingers over the cockhead before turning His attention to the back… admiring the boy’s butt… giving it a few hard slaps just to bring some colour to each cheek…traveling with His moist finger from neck down, reaching the slave’s crack, feeling the heat radiating from his ass… (mmm… nothing but a sight of a young, virgin boy’s ass just waiting to be fucked for the very first time)…
Then suddenly - a smack to his useless shaved little genitals that almost threw him on the floor … balancing himself back on all four slave murmured: “Thank you Sir….Thank you Sir…”
Although he obviously struggled to take the pain, not to squeal as Sir’s hand smacked and then tightly squeezed his tiny balls, almost crushing them, he really meant what he said. He was grateful for every move Sir made, for His every stroke no matter how painful, and he also knew his pathetic nuts simply deserved it. They were too small for anything but abuse and humiliation and now he was ashamed of them even more than when he first showed a picture of them to Sir months ago. Sir just laughed. It was a long, cruel but really unintended laughter as Sir struggled to even find them in the picture… But now they were in His hands and He just tightened the grip bringing the boy to the verge of despair and crying.
The boy was now shaking, biting his lips but still did surprisingly well for a beginner. Instead of begging for mercy, Sir only heard three short magical words. Thank you Sir. They made Sir rock hard and he allowed the boy the gift of removing the blindfold and seeing Him. A part of Him at least as He knew the boy was trained well enough to keep his eyes at the floor.

After adjusting to the light again the boy opened his eyes and just gasped when he saw the most beautiful legs he has ever seen (yes, he did stare at other Men’s feet before - imagining what is like to worship them and in such pathetic slave-like manner show the Men respect they deserve, simply for being Men). Strong, dominant hairy legs that just continued into perfectly shaped feet. They made him drool and forget about the pain experienced just moments ago. Not a word needed to be said. He subconsciously knew what needs to be done and he just lowered his head and kissed them. Inhaled the strong scents of a true Man, pressed his nose against them and loudly sniffed around the ankle; moaned as the feelings of humiliation, inferiority and excitement overwhelmed him. Yes, this shy boy was humiliated just by the sheer shape and size of Sir’s feet. He could not get any lower, he could not humiliate himself more but in a moment of lust he remained glued to the legs. Licking them, worshiping them, trying to suck the sweat out of them. He was feasting on Sir’s legs for an hour, running his tongue all over the top, slowly licking along the soles, making them wet with spit, then drying them again as he kissed them with his slutty red lips. The lips that started to move towards the sweaty soles, gently massaging them.
He took his time worshiping the little toes, slurping between them, sucking and cleaning them. Enjoying them, really tongue bathing them. He took them in his mouth and just played with them, wiggling his naughty tongue. Giving each a special treatment. Trying to remember what Sir’s toes taste, trying to separate them just from the way they smell. Not only for the night but forever. They were his Master’s toes and it was a point from where Master’s amazing body began to rise above him.
He sucked on the big toe as if it was his Master’s cock. First left, then right. Running his tongue all over it. But his Superior’s cock remained out of reach. He will have to do more, much more to deserve the pleasure of finally taking it in his mouth. And just like in the bar, Sir decided to take time (“Boys can wait. Always.”). Really push him to the limit, making him fully understand what is like to be a slave, to crave for cock, cum, piss or just a gob of Master’s spit. And this boy needed it all.

Sir, now comfortably sitting on a sofa, already planning His next move, glanced at the boy feasting on his feet, almost admiring his enthusiasm as He pushed His foot deeper into the boy’s hungry mouth. Choking him on His foot. Making his eyes water, begging for air. He wanted this moment to last; not because He enjoyed it much more He was actually prepared to show (“There is always a chance to improve and boys need to learn never to take anything for granted, always strive to do more and better. He may be good but there are always better. Hmm…perhaps He should tell him this and really mess his brain?”) but because He wanted His boy to remember once and for all He is in control. He never asks. He just takes what He wants. And now He wanted His boy gaging on His sweaty, smelly Man foot.

The boy opened his mouth even more and just surrendered himself to Master. Th…tha..thank…you… S..ir… was all he managed to stumble as Sir’s toes penetrated his virgin throat and drops of white spit continued to dribble on the carpet, making a puddle he will soon have to clean up.

“Soon…but not just yet,” thought Sir, leaned back, relaxed and simply enjoyed His newest conquest.

His boy, now on his knees gagging for air, looked nothing like the boy entering the bar. Yes, already then he was scared, shaky and looking like he was just given repeated swirlies but he was still dressed (in funny, loosely fitting clothes, now safely stored in a locked wardrobe) and still standing – pretending to be something, a Man. Now, as Sir looked at him in a mixture of disgust and enjoyment, almost every trace of being a Man was gone. His slim body once standing and reaching almost six feet in height turned into a leaner submissive, a fuckable Man’s toy. Just like Sir wanted after molding him so long to make him a perfect slave for His every whim. Yes, it took Him a lot of planning and hard work to make a former fatboy into something worth sticking his hard cock into (“Fuck, he must be tight” thought Sir, already imagining him bouncing on His Man dick, begging for more).
Sir was now proud of His achievement, happy to recognise the potential – the balanced shape of his young untouched body, his bubbly fuckable ass, his skin, which had a slight olive complexion and even his quirky chin which, although shaved just hours ago, showed the start of dark stubble that matched his dark head hair. An adult but yet again just a boy reaching puberty – a horny naughty boy, sweating with nervous energy as his cock betrayed his thoughts. He might have been struggling to get some air but he was hard. And seeing how this boy had no control over his useless little genitals anymore brought Sir back to reality.

“Enough boy! We do not want you to enjoy it too much, don’t we?!”, Sir said, as the boy kept munching on Sir’s beautiful feet. “You really are a foot pig, aren’t you? Desperate to suck out my man juices? Eh? Can’t hear you boy…”

“Mppppppff… Mffff… I… I…mmm....,“ muttered the boy and before he could even finish the sentence, Sir grabbed and repositioned him, not really wanting to hear an answer. He now made him into His personal foot stool, placed His feet on the boy’s comfortable back, once again snickered at the sight of boy’s brightly red varnished toe nails and closed His eyes, allowing the boy to secretly glance at His naked body for the first time. And there was much to see.

Above him was Sir. Not some high school gym-obsessive but simply a Man obviously used to having His body worshipped in every possible way. A big, strong demanding Man. The boy’s eyes traveled from the head down, admiring His short greyish hair and short salt and pepper beard that suited him perfectly. Boy’s eyes then rested on His hairy wide chest, damp from sweat. He immediately saw himself licking, sucking, biting, praising and worshiping His moobs, really making love to them, paying special attention to those big pink nipples, sticking out, making the boy wish to touch them. He moved his gaze further down and stopped at Sir’s crotch. He saw what he wanted – a perfectly shaped semi hard cock and a heavy full nut sack, big low-hanging balls that made him feel completely inferior. He could hardly resist not to lick them that very moment. But then his thoughts jumped to caressing Sir’s hairy muscular legs, his strong inner thighs. And finally he remembered those unwashed feet resting on his back. “Mmm…”
Sir was everything the boy hoped for and seeing Him now surpassed all his fantasies. “How can this be real?” he thought and once again licked his lips.
“Like what you see, eh, boy? I am sure you do. Being so close to your God. To a real Man you dreamed of… I bet you wanted this for years…. Am, what you just said? You did not have the guts? Haha … you still don’t have them. You will never have them, just a tiny boy clit and microscopic testies”, thought Sir out loud without even opening His eyes. He knew the boy was looking at him, trying to visualise and remember every part of His body. He always knew everything the boy did, thought or even just imagined thinking. He knew even before the boy knew it.
Sir’s strict eyes opened and stared not at the boy but directly into his soul. And He liked what He saw - complete submission.
“You dirty little fuck. You really get off on being treated like this, don’t you. I say anything and “it” just springs up. What a pervert”. The boy knew better than to answer and just lowered his head.

“Get your paddle, boy!”….

There he was shivering in anticipation, incapable of disobedience…

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

***

There he was - Chapter III, comming soon!

m55uk4younger · 01-24-2017, 02:57 AM

Looking forward to chapter III.

Sir.

slaveboy28 · 01-27-2017, 12:46 PM

There he was - Chapter III

There he was crawling back to his Master, holding a leather paddle he bought a month ago. He was very excited and even somewhat proud Master took interest in the toys he bought but at the same time he felt scared whether the toys will be too much for him to handle. Did he overestimate himself? Can he really take it? After all it was his very first time and a few hard slaps he gave to himself could probably never be compared to the pain this paddle could bring in Master’s strong and experienced hand.
Silently he approached his Master, assumed his position and handed Sir the paddle like ancient slaves used to offer gifts to their Kings and Masters. Sir took it, smiled at the boy and his silly gesture and pretended not to have inspected this wicked tool (“Yes, the boy chose well!”) hours ago when He stopped the van carrying His boy, just to see in real what the website described as “small in stature but not on pain. Professionally crafted from thick heavy duty saddle leather material, this exquisite slapper is just what you need for up close and personal spankings and intimate genital torture. This petite paddle will soon make its presence known as the loud CRACK sound fills the room with every impact.”.
“Oh, yes it will,” thought Sir as he brought the paddle to the boy’s wet lips. “Kiss it boy, give this beauty a long wet kiss, just like you kissed my dirty smelly feet”. And the boy did just that; almost French kissed the object of his future torture to oblige Sir and show respect to the toy Sir was holding. “Now boy, tell me, what do we have here, what is you just kissed?”
“It is … it is a paddle Sir. A paddle I bought just for you Sir,” answered the boy really emphasising the last four words.
“Just for me?!… oh … how nice… But why on earth would I need a paddle, boy?” Sir mocked him further.
The boy went silent for a second, turned red as he tried to hid “it” going hard again and started to make what he thought would be the best explanation he could offer.
“Sir… I... well… I mean… I just thought it may be…well….useful Sir… I… sorry Sir… I just thought… you know I tend to fuck up a lot Sir…”

Those words instantly reminded him not only of his online profile (I am a “taken” slave boy who is on his journey of discovery, but I tend to f**k up a lot!) but also of his journey and the way he found himself in this big suburban house. They brought back all mistakes he made (yes, he really fucked up often), all the moments of panic, fear and resistance and he suddenly lost the ability to speak. For a second he felt he did everything wrong, never tried hard enough and was thus in no way worthy to be in the presence of Sir, who clearly enjoyed the boy’s struggle. He gave him some time to think and sweat before asking: “And?”

“And a boy always needs to pay for his mistakes Sir… even the smallest ones Sir… and I just thought … it may be a useful tool for punishment Sir.”
“Not just a foot but also a pain slut, eh?”
“No… no Sir… I… did not mean it like this Sir… I saw it in the store and just thought you would like it, Sir….And now I think it fits your hand so well, Sir.”
“I think we will have to try it then, boy. But first tell me what is that … that hanging patch of skin over there,” asked Sir pointing the paddle at the hard-on the boy sported.
“Those are…Those are my useless little genitals, Sir”
“Oh… I see… And why is that small dick of yours so hard? Not that being hard makes it look any bigger but I still expected it to be flaccid … I bet you’ve been stroking it every single day since you met me, thinking of me, imagining my body, my Man crotch – no, I never told you to look at it - and then in seconds spunking pathetic drops of boy sperm. Weren’t you, boy?”
“No Sir… I mean… Yes I was thinking of you, edging daily but I never went over the edge Sir. Really Sir. Never. Not once. I haven’t spunked in 57 days, Sir. I would not dare Sir. You told me, Sir… not to spunk, Sir, without permission. You told me to - when close – always stop or, if possible, ask for permission to spunk before the point of no return. And then always stop, Sir, if no permission is given, Sir. And I stopped Sir, always Sir. I never got Your permission and the chance to spunk, Sir, not even in those 30 seconds you said I may try to reach my pathetic climax, Sir. I never got the chance to swallow every drop of my ejaculate, Sir, in order not to waste it,” now recited boy the rules presented to him by Sir before adding: “I just can not control “it” Sir, “it” has a mind of it’s own and whenever “it” sees you “it” just gets hard, Sir. I can not help myself, Sir. I just want to be a good boy for you, Sir, please, Sir. You gave me so much Sir… I just want to serve you Sir, bring you pleasure you deserve, Sir. I can not explain it, Sir. It is just what I am, Sir.”
Sir’s cock hardened even more when he heard the “what” part (yes, a what not a who!), so he decided to really rub it in: “And what would that be?”
“A slave, Sir, Your slave, Sir.”
“Correct, boy! You are MY slave and you do…”
“Do as I am told Sir,” the boy finished the sentence, just as Sir expected.
“Mmm, right you are, boy.”

There he was rethinking what he just said and how natural those words became. Do as told. Obey. Obey Sir. Thank Him for His slaps. Simply respond “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
How could this happen? Months ago he was an ordinary guy, jerking his dick on a daily basis, only occasionally dreaming of a guy standing above him and offering him his big dick to suck. But now he craved much more than just a dick to suck, he wanted Master’s cock in his ever hole, he craved pain, control, domination and humiliation. He simply needed all this to feel alive.
Why?! Why was he turning into a total sub, why did he need to be disciplined, pushed, told what to do, when to speak and when to shut up, how to dress (“My naughty panties or my special white boxer briefs, Sir?”), when and how to shower, pee and poo (“May I please hump the toilet, Sir?”) He could not understand why the more control he gave up, the freer he felt. Why was the only thing making his dicklet throb the sight of his Master? No, not a single porn movie, not a single guy (no, not even the hunks that were generally considered to be super hot) turned him on as much as Sir. What was happening to his brain? How did Sir manage to mindfuck him so much? Did Sir plant the submission in his mind or was he always like this? Always just a boy, pretending to be a Man? Born to obey, serve and please older dominant Men and cater for their perverted needs?
All this was now going through his small brain and he again found himself on a rollercoaster of emotions, simply called “Journey of a slave”. His head started to spin…

(Dear readers, when writing about this boy in turmoil we must be honest that the fact Sir has not showered for a few days (five to be precise) in no way helped him to reassess his situation. On the contrary. Being so close to such magnificent source of testosterone only messed up his brain even more. And this was, of course, also very carefully planed by Sir. It was the day boy first contacted him when he decided that the boy needed to be mentally reprogrammed. He needed to accept the fact the only chance to receive any pleasure at all was when in close contact with strong, dominant, elderly Men. The boy needed to forget how a woman smells, forget the smell of a pussy - something reserved only for true Men, not boys. Forget even how his own clean body smells. And after being exposed to a long no shower routine, constantly surrounded by smells of sweat, used underwear he wore for days, his ass juices and cock, he did just that.
“Nothing beats a cock,” will be burned in this boy’s mind so he will forever be able to focus only on what really matters – Sir’s hard throbbing cock. And so far everything went according to Sir meticulous plan: he was more and more emasculated – wearing panties, shaving his body, even waiting in a bar like an abandoned slut with bright red varnished toe nails. He started referring to his crotch as his useless little genitals and to his cock simply as “it”; he knew not to touch “it” without permission and when he mentioned pussy it could only mean his horny tight virgin bum, sweating and leaking like a girl’s vagina. And there was nothing more humiliating for a boy than to be spoken of as a girl. A girl with a pussy.
Remember, dear readers, what rushed through Sir’s mind in the bar where they met in real for the very first time? “Hell, he may even stick a tampon in his wet, dripping pussy.”
But, just like Sir took time, not wanting to rush or push the boy too hard and loose him for ever - admittedly the boy really was a rare found in the world of cyber wankers and wannabes - so should we, at this stage, not rush and reveal all the secrets of his journey to submission. For all we know it may even end very soon, so let us just once again glance at the boy and his overloaded brain and try to enjoy this moment, experience his inner struggle and lust for his complete surrender to the Man he chose.)

“Obey, serve and please… obey, serve and please … obey, serve and please…,“ was all he could think of.

“What did you say, boy?” asked Sir as the boy mumbled what sounded like obey, serve and please.
“Aaaa…nothing, Sir, sorry, Sir…I did not realize I was thinking out loud, Sir (was I really or he just did it again – read my mind?).”
Sir grinned, raised the paddle and continued the boy’s transformation into a perfect household slave. It was, He thought, about time for another lesson, a lesson in humility and one that will for a very long time remind the boy of it’s status as a slave. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“One Sir…Two Sir… Three Sir…”
“Can’t hear you, boy!”
“One Sir, thank you Sir; two Sir, thank you Sir…”
The strokes just kept coming. Hitting the boy’s gentle bubbly ass, making it bright pink… then pink … then red. The boy tried not to groan or shout and to be brave as his ass began to sting.
“Fou… fourty Sir…thank you… Sir”
By now he already struggled though he still tried to act like a Man, to take it like a Man. What a stupid mistake! For Sir it was a clear sign to continue and not to spare His boy.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
“Yes, just as promised: “This petite paddle will soon make its presence known as the loud CRACK sound fills the room with every impact.”
The pain was ever increasing and tears started to come to his eyes. The boy now felt completely helpless in the hands of the Man who was totally in charge.
“Seventy Sir… Pleaseeee…. Please Sir.. please stop Sir.” The boy now broke into tears.
“No thank you? 10 more!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Eighty Sir…. Thank you Sir.”
The boy collapsed on the floor, his brigh red bum burning, as it was on fire, tears rolling down his face to the very same spot where his spit dribbled an hour ago. There was now a pool of tears and spit, pain and pleasure, fear and lust. His whole journey in a puddle of tears and spit.
“Please Sir.. pleaaaseee… no more, please, Sir.”

Sir took a deep breath, inhaled the hot air filled with familiars scents of leather, boy’s sweat, sexual tension and “mmm….yes…definitely respect…”, stretched his arm, approached the crying boy, carefully examined the marks and decided to push him just a tiny bit more, to really test him and his determination.

“Crying are we? Was I too hard? Or maybe you were only thinking of “it” and your own puny pleasure? What is there for me if you can not even take a few light swats? Perhaps I should just let you go? You know you can always walk out – just take your things and leave. Oh, and don’t forget to take your empty words with you. You know I do not need you to get my pleasure. I am a Man not a weakling like you. And there are hundreds if not thousands like you. Also not fatboys, but proper looking boys. You had your chance, now go and never come back. Never.”

No, He really was not a sadist, He simply had to say all those words. It was time for the truth. The whole truth. He needed to be certain.
He did not mean what He said (not all of it at least) and it was Himself He had to push this time, as He really wanted and needed this boy just as much as the boy needed Him. But He had to see the boy’s reaction in real. Not just words on a screen.
He had to see him in good and bad, in pleasure and pain. It was the only way to really tell how far He can go. It was wishing to experience the boy’s pain threshold, it was getting to know the boy’s reactions in crisis … it was His way of trusting Him and He trusted the boy so much to know he is able to take it. Because the boy trusted Him to stop at the right time and never cross the limit.

Or was He wrong for the very first time?

To be continued (or not?) …

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Dear getDare users,

Thank you for reading and please do let me know….will we meet this boy again or is he already on his way home? Was He wrong for the very first time?

Feedback (positive or critical) is highly appreciated.

boy A

P.s.: Do not forget to also check my Blog in the s/M Blog section where m55uk4younger posted a question that also deserves a reply. Thank you!

m55uk4younger · 02-01-2017, 04:39 AM

Well I am sure there is a Chapter IV in this story, but I may be wrong!

m55uk4younger · 02-15-2017, 09:47 AM

Well Getdare readers, do you want to read another chapter? If so let me know and also a punishment for him for making us all wait would be good.

slaveboy28 · 03-06-2017, 02:06 PM

There he was – Chapter IV

There he was lying on the floor in a pool of spit and tears but also pre-cum dripping from his useless little genitals. Ashamed, humiliated, hurt but as soon as the strokes stopped landing on his bum his eyes again glistened in mixture of resistance and yes even anger betraying his inner struggle, his determination, willingness to prove himself. He will not go down like this, he is a man, he must be… He can not let this man break him, he can not go down like a sobbing girl. He must please Him, prove himself first. He must be the slave Sir wants. He must… he needs …. he wants ….

What a silly reaction, dear readers. Could he really think this was a way of bringing that ultimate pleasure to his Master and Sir? Did he honestly believe that pride in taking pain is what Sir was looking for? Resisting? Fighting?
Yes, Sir wanted a strong boy, enjoyed the fact that the boy could take a proper flogging, was also turned on by the boy’s glowing red ass, but He knew there needs to be something more. A different kind of strength, even “stronger”, more consuming - the one that would really make Him enjoy in full. Make them both enjoy it in full! But will they ever get there? Is the boy strong enough? Were months of training and preparations worth it? The boy may not even deserve such a perfect Master, fully dedicated to the dark world of BDSM.
The boy was constantly reminded of this and it was something so rooted in his brain now. Never to give shite to Sir, never to do anything less than a 110%, never to put Sir second. Sir first. He knew all this, he acted on this but there were still mistakes in his journey. Silly moments of sulking, pretending…
And whenever this happened, he spent so many sleepless nights thinking what he did wrong, what should be done better? He was so ashamed every single time, so terrified and scared. It really hurt inside… it burned inside every single time he failed or took another step backwards, it made him gasp for air and wish he could make things all right.
Mistakes of course were sanctioned every single time, but even after receiving his punishments, writing painful letters of apologies that made him dig so deep into his soul, he kept coming back to Sir. Thinking only how he could bring more pleasure to Sir, his Master, his Captain. He never looked back to his previous life of freedom. It was not really freedom.
How could he be so lucky? To have found someone who recognized his potentials, someone willing to steer his ship, mold him and hopefully fuck him for the very first time. “I am not worthy of it,” was a constant in his mind now.

Sir, now standing above His boy looked down and asked in a completely different, almost gentle voice that caught the boy off guard: “Oh my, sulking are we?”
“No, Sir” the boy replied with bitterness and badly hidden anger in his voice.
“Mmm… I guess it was my mistake, boy. I guess I was “wrong”. I thought you were ready to leave? Just turn around and walk back towards the light of freedom? Not really wanting to be my boy… or should I say my girl?”
“Sir, please, please, I never want to leave. I want to be a good boy, a good girl for you. I want it so much Sir. I want to…”
Not really wanting to hear the same things again Sir stopped him in the middle of the sentence.“Shut up and suck! You can do this can’t you, boy?”

Yes, dear readers, it was time to see some results. Actions not words.

Like in a trance the boy kneeled and got his first taste of cock. Sir’s cock. The one he longed for, dreamed of (not just His cock, but also and this he found especially hard to admit, Sir’s ass. If only Sir would sit on his face so he could burry his tongue deep into Sir’s sweaty ass. He would so love to munch on it, letting Sir’s juices flow over his face, breathing Sir’s scent directly from the source), spent days and nights imagining sucking, licking, worshipping. He took a long slow lick, savouring this precious moment. A very special moment that sent shivers through his body, made him instantly addicted to cock - “nothing beats a cock, Sir’s throbbing hard cock”. It was such a rush “it” twitched without touching and made another embarrassing pool of pre-cum. He was in heaven, finally pacified, like a baby sucking on his mothers breast. His eyes betrayed his lust, his pussy dripping with sweat and juices, he never imagined to be able to produce. He loved it and after this first wet lick he only wanted more. More and more. And as his eyes rolled back he only wished to bring Sir the ultimate pleasure. Make Him spunk, make Him cum in his horny slutty mouth. To be able to gulp down His cum, drown himself in what he considered an ultimate gift – Sir’s spunk.
He kept feasting on Sir’s cock, licking it, making it all wet, dripping with his spit, then rubbing his tongue over the perfect mushroom shaped head. Very gently sticking the tip of his tongue into Sir’s piss hole (he could taste it! Sir’s strong piss! “Mmmm, yes, I want it so much.”) before returning to the shaft again. He needed to pleasure his Sir, make Him proud. He wanted it so much, he felt he was finally where he belonged – on his knees, sucking his Master’s cock. “But I am not worthy of it…how can I be this lucky?... fuck, Sir tastes so good….”.

There he was, a bitch in heat, a complete slut for his Master’s cock, his face burning – not from shame but from gratitude. He was allowed to suck IT and he made sure to take more and more of Sir’s magnificent cock. It was better than he could ever imagine, even when Sir’s cock penetrated deeper and deeper, towards the opening of his throat, already making him gag. But he opened up even more, really tried to impress Sir, show Him how much he enjoyed, worshipped and wanted Him. Every single part of Him…. The boy’s mind was blown away.

There he was gaging on Sir’s cock, taking it down his tight throat, feeling Sir’s strong hands pushing him deeper down on his cock, towards His low hanging balls where the biggest reward awaited. He struggled for some air as Sir’s cock rammed his throat, almost raping him, abusing his mouth, violently and with no mercy to this young boy.
“Make me cum bitch! Make me cum! Do it boy! Do it as I prepared you for bitch, as I told you. Make me cum as I taught you, boy!”
The boy kept sucking, kept wiggling his tongue, doing what he thought was the right thing. Doing what he read on so many different sites… but suddenly ... he can not even remember it … everything got blurry … his eyes watered up again, his face was a mess of cock slime and spit but his mouth were empty. He was breathing again …but it was not a breath of happiness … he failed! He could not make his Master cum.
His world shuttered. He was devastated. Ruined. He was a failure. He felt less than a maggot.
The thought of disappointing Sir was unbearable … “He really was unworthy of Him, why could he ever think he deserves something like this… he should not even be close to Him now”. He was lost in his world, silent, utterly humiliated and completely unable to speak. But he also knew it was a moment where speaking would be the worst. He at least learned something: wait until spoken to and at that moment he felt it. He felt his lessons more than ever before. He was scared, shaking but he trusted his Master. It was the only pillar left standing in the world that just collapsed. In grave silence something finally moved in him. He was not there yet, dear readers, but something happened and for the boy it felt like a bliss. If even just for a moment.

And Sir sensed it. Without revealing any feelings (but we know, dear readers, something was there in Sir’s mind and heart… we know!) he ordered the boy to clean up the mess on the floor, to lick up the spit and pre-cum.
This time it tasted horrible, it almost made him throw up as he cleaned signs of his pleasure. His own puny pleasure. It was so wrong that what once was sweet young boy’s pre-cum turned into bitter, cold slime. Yes this reminder of his pleasure (was it really pleasure? Could this really be called pleasure if Sir could not hear his boy begging for his cum, making him spunk as he loudly expressed his need to taste Sir’s spunk? What is pleasure without Sir?) and only his actually changed taste. Everything changed – the way the room smelled, the way he smelled, the way time flew…

He remained there in a shock, slowly regaining senses and ability to think. Feeling his own dirty body fluid helped – it focused his brain again on what really mattered to him. His Sir, his Master and His cold but amazingly calm, quite voice:
“You have been a bad girl. Nothing but a lousy cock sucking slut. You have failed me. And failings need to be disciplined. Bad dirty bitches need to be disciplined. And you really are a stupid, silly bitch. Aren't you?"
"Yes Master."
"Yes Master. What?"
"Yes Master. I am a stupid bitch who has failed you. I should be disciplined for failing you. Please punish me Sir as you see fit, Sir.“

Words were honest, meant and the boy knew it is punishment he needed. To be able to progress, not dwell on his mistake but also to reach a new stage of submission. He knew there is something more, he sensed it but could still not express it completely (“What is that strange burning feeling in me? Is it … Can I really share this with Him?…”). Something still held him back. Why? He wanted it, craved it, worked for it but there was still a trace of his past in his brain.
Sir knew this, understood this and had ways of erasing that silly sense of pride, illusion of being a man. He also knew the time has come for the boy to embrace it all. Because the boy needed to say it, feel it, experience it. And not just as a burn inside him, but as an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure radiating from all his body, mind and soul.

The boy was ready.

Sir put a leash on his collar and led him like a disobedient bitch from the place of his misery to a place completely controlled by Master. A place where Master never let anyone to control even the simplest choice. His bedroom.

There he was …

slaveboy28 · 03-06-2017, 02:11 PM

There he was – Chapter V

There he was in Sir’s bedroom, kneeling and waiting.

“Now boy, let us try this again,” said Sir in a voice that once again surprised the boy who was already expecting a hard spanking or a long, painful ball and nipple torture session.
(No dear readers, do not act surprised. He dreamed of that too. Yes he dreamed not only of pleasure but also of pain, humiliation, degradation. It was all in his brain.)
“Put my cock back in your mouth!”
And the boy did as told. Let Sir’s cock rest in his mouth for almost a minute, tasting the salty sweat cock he dreamed of … but then his own hornyness overtook him again. But it was not just lust it was once again his desire to prove himself, to prove Sir he can do it. Suck properly, do the job he was destined to do. Suck every single cock he could get to completion. Was it not what Sir wanted? Was it not what he was there for? To please? To make Sir spunk? And it was then, when Sir’s strong hand slapped his face hard.
“What did I tell you, boy? Did I tell you to suck?" Sir demanded.
“Wait…What, why? … But I thought… Why? What am I doing wrong?” – words overheated his brain, tears of humiliation and anger started flowing again as he repositioned himself and opened up his mouth again. He was frustrated but determined not to move again. But why did Sir want him to give another chance?

As he accepted Sir’s cock he realised it was from getting another chance. Sir wanted something else. He wanted him to be his urinal and he always took what He wanted, letting go of His piss – strong, dark, man piss that just kept going and going, making the boy all wet, dirty, smelly and utterly disgraced. The boy was surprised. “Oh but I thought this is what you wanted or was it bitch?! You, you, you…Learn slut!! Learn! Listen! Do! Just fucking listen!”
Sir kept going, pissing, letting the boy choke on his piss that was now running down the boy’s body. Marking him in a way even the boy could not be prepared for. Yes, he wanted Sir’s piss, he wanted to be marked, but he still imagined it will be a gentle stream, almost a beauty shower. It will be as nice as a drop of piss he could lick off Sir’s shoes when they met hours ago. Again everything changed: “How could it change so fast? Sir.. he can control everything…”.

Yes, so naïve and inexperienced he was, dear readers. But in these challenging moments for the boy we must trust Sir and trust also the boy. Trust them both they will reach what they both wanted.

We all know that the taste of Sir’s piss was far from what the boy imagined. Because it was an angry, humiliating, sharp piss. A strong, constant, yes, dominant stream. The boy was drenched, his body wet with piss that proved him again what a maggot he is. Nothing but a toilet, nothing but a latrine for Sir. He dared not to object and just let the stream stop and dry on his bare body. But what he found appropriate was to kiss Sir’s cockhead – not sexually but really just as an act of … hmm ... gratitude? rules being always respected? … appreciation of pain and pleasure? … or really just slowly what was only true … his slave mind working in a way expected?

The boy, although, did not have time to dwell on such questions, nor did they really cross him. He surrendered his body as Sir lifted him up and threw him on the bed. This scared him. His Sir’s strength brought shivers through his body but still… still he did not feel like running away. He made the right choice coming to that dimly lit bar after waiting for so long. He did! He knew he did even though this first meeting now went into a completely different direction. But he trusted his Sir and although he was now scared and understood this was only a star. That the real punishment will be no gentle erotic spanking he still felt somewhat complete.

Sir bent over and attached the boy’s arms and legs to the bed, ensured he was tight so he could not move, patted his boy gently on the ass and left the room. The boy was left, naked, exposed and what was the worst with nothing but his thoughts. He was back in the van. Moments felt like hours. Silence was deafening and the boy’s body started to feel uncomfortable. As he began to shake from the heat, anticipation and fear you could really see the pathetic bitch hidden in him – smelling of piss, saliva and spit. He was left there to sweat.

When Sir returned He knew the boy was now well prepared to take another step. He was sweaty, nervous but most of all willing to listen. And hopefully talk. So Sir asked in a calm but demanding voice: “Now, boy…where were we?”
“I … I was … I am a stupid bitch who has failed you. I should be disciplined for failing you, Sir”.
“Yes, boy, but do explain what you did wrong? I want to hear it! Loud and clear!”
The boy started mumbling, trying to explain something but before he could really answer the paddle came down with brutal force against the skin of his exposed ass, spanked just an hour ago. He was not prepared for such a blow and let out a sharp cry of pain mixed with surprise. The pain was extreme.
"Oh shit! . . . Fuck!....Fuck! Aaaaaa"
It was not an answer Master was expecting so he said again, "What have you done wrong, boy?!”
Paddle again…
And again…
And again….
“I failed… Sir….”
“Failed at what, boy?”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“I could not suck your cock Sir, I could not make it spunk Sir. I failed to bring you that ultimate pleasure Sir”
“Now we are getting somewhere, boy. But I still think you need to think a bit more. Use your brain, boy…”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Nothing?”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The blows kept landing on the boy. Swift, hard blows that achieved quite the opposite effect you may have expected, dear readers. The boy simply got into pretending mode again – letting the paddle land on his body as he tried to make puny excuses… “I am sorry Sir, but I tried … I tried Sir … I did everything you taught me Sir … everything Sir”.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“So it is my fault boy? I taught you wrong??!!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Now those words hurt the boy more than the lashes that kept coming and coming. The boy knew Sir was right.
Never did Sir make a wrong decision, He always knew how to make His boy more and more submissive, more and more dependent. He guided him for so long to the point of no return, where the only thing this bitch could do was say Yes Master. Accepting his role in the world - to serve and obey. It was time to hear it….

Soon, my dear readers.

Yes, Sir was always right and instead of making more excuse that made him actually hate himself – he never took the easy way, he did not want to lie, he did not want to shift blame, never – he just opened up his mouth for Sir who gagged him with His underwear. The one He prepared specially for the meeting in the bar. Worn, sweaty, full of His man smells and piss marks. And a cherry on top – a nice skid mark. And they were now stuffed deep in the boy’s mouth.
“I bet he did not expect this,” Sir wondered as He saw the boy’s reaction. But all He said is "You have been a very bad little bitch. You must learn what my needs are… You must learn never to question me and my methods, you must learn to accept I am your Master. And I know better. Always boy!"
With that, Master brought the paddle down to his exposed flesh. Harder than the last blows. If that was even possible. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The pain and the surprise made the boy scream into his gag. He squirmed in his bindings but to no avail. The blows kept coming and he could not escape them. He was there to take them, endure but at the same time think on what Sir said, on how his words hurt Sir, on how his pathetic excuses caused such a disaster.
He was so extremely sorry, he felt so ashamed of himself. He did something much worse than he thought … it was not a lousy suck… it was something much more important … Now he started to realise it. Slowly and through pain that never stopped. He started crying, sobbing until he could not even do that. He simply counted the strokes in his head until his brain could not process it anymore. But he understood… He understood now….

The boy was shivering in pain but was also in a completely different world. One he has not experienced before. One so extremely liberating, so full of meaning. He understood…. he understood.
Yes this time he was so close to really embrace his Master’s teachings. And Sir knew it, he also understood the boy was nearly there.
At the stage where Sir will be able to say: There he was. Just a tiny bit more and he will reach the point of total submission – of ultimate happiness. For both of them.

Sir put down the paddle, observed the boy and very carefully examined the results of his work. He may have wanted to teach the boy a lesson, but, again dear readers, he was no sadist. He knew when and where to stop. He really knew everything. Sir was always right.

It was the right moment to bring the boy back into reality, not just physically but also mentally. Show him who did this to him, make him say it. Make him say it because he feels it. This time, Sir was sure, the boy will do the right thing.
He gently touched his bruised skin, ran his fingers all over the boy’s used body and placed one over his lips, signalling not to speak when He removes the gag, now soaked with boy’s spit. The boy just nodded and remained quiet, coming back to earth. He cried silent tears that came from the depths of his soul and gently sobbed as Sir comforted him.
“Relax, calm down, it is Ok, you are safe. I am here boy.”
And he saw Sir in a different light. Yes – Sir was there, there He was, everything was as it should be. He was spent, used and tired but it was all worth it. The boy was fulfilled, content, finally liberated from fears, shame and resistance. His heart stopped pounding and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Now, calm down and just listen to my voice. Let yourself go, just say what is on your mind boy. I know you can do it, boy, my boy…What have you learned today?" Sir asked and the boy really did not rush with an answer but simply let the words come out. The words he could not say before this hard, long, painful session. The words he only muttered before and was still to afraid to say them out loud. Yes, Sir always knew what is best for His boys.
“To obey, serve and please. And to obey without doubts, without questions. To serve without wanting to get anything back in return. To please without any preconceived ideas of what should be good for Sir. It is not about me, my ego or my needs. It is about letting it all go and serve the way Sir wants. It is about you Sir, how you want it. How you need it. Whenever you need it. It is not failing at sucking cock it is failing at doing as told, Sir. Failing to listen and obey, be focused on you and you only Sir. I am so sorry Sir. I am your boy, your girl, your slave. I am anything you want me to be, Sir.”

Tears again…

“Good boy! My good naughty boy.” Whispered Sir as he secretly congratulated himself on achieving the plan that made him wait a bit longer then he would have normaly wanted, taking sideways with the van that brought the boy to his house. But it was necessary. He really wanted the boy to be ready just as He wanted him, his mind completely relaxed and free from the outside world, completely focused on Sir, His body and His pleasure. And now there he was, there they were.

A blush…

A smile…

Sir untied him, hugged him and allowed the boy to rest on his moobs, just gently caressing his body as tears of joy tickled Masters amazing chest. He felt the boy’s acceptance and watched with pride and happiness how both of their cocks slowly hardened and revealed their burning desire. And it burned far stronger than all the stings and bruises.
The boy softly but naughtily kissed Sir’s nipple, moved his head to Sir’s ear and in a quite, seductive voice whispered the only words appropriate: “Please Sir, fuck me Sir. Fuck my tight hole for the very first time. Make me yours Sir, please.”.

Yes, it was the right moment. The one Sir was waiting for and the one that simply could not be missed or postponed. It was the moment to burry His hard, throbbing cock deep down into the boy’s pussy. He simply rolled the boy over and in one fast, hard, merciless thrust penetrated His boy. His property.
“Aaaaaaa…fucccckkk” screamed the boy as Sir’s cock brutally entered him and forced himself in his burning ass.
“Take it bitch. Take it bitch." Sir groaned as he dug His cock even deeper into the boy’s wet warm behind. The boy thought He was going to rip his insides and break him but as he got adjusted to this merciless rhythm the pain slowly turned to pleasure. Yes the pain of this wild, grizzly attack turned into pleasure he never experienced before. Pleasure they were both waiting for. Months and not just days, hours or minutes spent in a van.
Each thrust got deeper and deeper, expanding his tight virgin ass. “Yes, boy… fucking take my Man cock. Take it boy”.
The boy relaxed, opened up, accepted the gift of Sir’s cock buried deep in him. They could not be any closer, they could not be more together. Sir was now marking him for ever, for life. It was a choice they both made, it was something they both worked so long and so hard.
“Yes, Sir.. please Sir, fuck me Sir, please Sir, breed me Sir, pleaseeee….aaaaaaa… please make me yours Sir”
Sir was breathing heavily as the boy’s cunt started to squeeze and milk His cock. It was an ultimate mixture of pain and pleasure the boy longed for and it was an act of complete control for Sir that brought Him over the edge. Filling His boy’s pussy with His precious spunk He said the magic words “cum for me boy” and the boy erupted in spasms that made Sirs cock twitch, draining it completely.

Sir, wasted and exhausted from this rough fuck filled with emotions and love, rolled over, silently allowed the boy to clean His cock – to get a taste of His spunk for the very first time. It was another ultimate reward for the boy and he made sure not a trace was left on Sir’s cock. He gulped it all down, made Sir’s cock shine and said a loud, proud “Thank you Sir”. He really felt proud and he did as he was told. And tasting Sir’s spunk was a milestone. For both of them.

“Good boy, you did well”, said Sir and reached for the plug … “We need to save some of that lube for tomorrow don’t we, boy?” … With a nasty plop the plug slid in the boys spunk-filled pussy as Sir pulled him up, kissed him and embraced him with all his body. They lay there speechless for a while before drifting to sleep….

There he was, fucked Master’s property.

There he was, freed, liberated, happy.

There they were.

And it was only the beginning…

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Dear getDare users,

Thank you for reading the latest two chapters. Please be so kind to comment and leave feedback. It is welcomed and highly aprreciated.

boy A

m55uk4younger · 03-16-2017, 10:22 AM

Well boy, don't keep me waiting to read chapter VI.

(There he was, waiting at the railway station for his Master's train to arrive, excited and very horny......would he get another mind blowing orgasm like he hoped for.......could he do better and serve his Master, taking care of all his needs and gain his reward?)

slaveboy28 · 03-16-2017, 11:48 AM

There he was – Chapter VI

There he was buying the tickets for cinema. It was a morning screening and the place looked empty apart from a few seemingly lost American tourists who clearly decided it was not a day to go sightseeing. He did not expect this to happen after such a long and rough night but Sir decided to give the boy a little break. Or at least so he thought as he was allowed to leave the finger nails unvarnished and wear clothes again. (Yes, Sir knew how to calm the boy down, but He also had other plans. After all, this Fucked Master’s Property still had his collar on and showed no notion of running away. What a horny, dirty slut he became, craving for cock, cum and piss. Anytime, anywhere.) No, no underwear. Why are you even asking this, dear readers? A slave is a slave and his genitals always need to be within Master’s reach. Just like his pussy - always lubed and waiting to get penetrated, used, fucked.

The boy felt good to be able to smell the air again and after the kind lady at the counter had not noticed his spiked slave collar or his always hard and completely smooth “it” life seemed a bit better. (Sir always reminded him how taking a boy’s pubic hair is an important step in dominating him and helping him to give up his silly feelings of independence. Besides, a smooth boy is sexy as hell. And this boy now complied without objections and was always smooth and shaved. Not only did he start to hate the dirty hair that made him feel like he was trying to be a man - something he was definitely not - but he he also wanted to be as fuckable as possible for his Master). He returned to Sir with a big smile, revealing the “I just got fucked by the most amazing person I have ever met” thought that kept his brain busy for most of the short journey. This kinky smile made Sir hard again but He decided not to act on it. He let the boy enjoy his little moment before He gets what He planned for so long. “Thank you, boy”. The boy almost choked when Sir used this word in a manner he considered much too loud for such a quite place. So a polite “You are welcome, Sir” was immediately followed by a frightened examination of the place which luckily revealed no unwanted looks. At least the Cowboy standing nearest to this average looking but very kinky couple surely paid no attention. After all politeness is something Americans and especially Americans from the south understand more then any other nation. Huh.. the air was clean.

“Now, let us go to the restrooms, we do not want to get up during the film, do we?”. So, they went, Sir still carrying his black shopping bag and the boy properly following Him two steps behind. When they reached the restrooms Sir gave the bag to the boy and told him to do his best and try not to make a mess. “Oh and one more thing, this bag is for you, boy. Do give me a favour and dress properly boy. You will find all instructions inside”.

The boy mumbled a quiet “Yes, Sir”, turned crimson red and headed into an empty stall. With trembling hands he closed the door but left it unlocked, just as he was trained to do. This always gave him shivers, as he never knew who may try to enter this place of intimacy. How could he ever explain his shaved useless little genitals or his sign now having an additional word “Fucked”? What would real Men think if they saw a bar code on his thighs? What would they think of him humping the toilet?

He took a deep breath and reached into the bag. Before he could feel the promised instructions his hands touched a slippery “thing”, resembling a cock “No, He could not have…. Oh my! .. Why? Why is he doing this to me? And why do I secretly like it?”. Although he tried to explain the situation he was in, the need to know what will happen to him in just a few seconds was so much stronger that he simply abandoned his darkest thoughts and searched further. At last he was able to find a large peace of paper with the following words:

Good boy, I bet you are shaking now, reading this as your Master is enjoying his piss. Like a Man. Standing. I bet you are listening, hearing the strong stream hitting the urinal as the drops spray all over the place. And I am sure there were many who pissed this way in a booth you are in, and not many were as attractive as I am. Some even took a nasty dump over there. People can be so nasty sometimes. Do take a look around, smell the place, think how pathetic you are doing all this, think what a dirty boy you are looking at all those stains. Yes, I know how many there are. You see, I was right again and I am sure just all this talking and perving made your pathetic dicklet hard. Do not fucking touch it boy. Take your hands off!!! But do not let this prevent you from peeing. Stop reading and do it. Pee for me. But first … kiss the rim, boy! Yes, you read it right. Why? Because I want it! Give it a long wet kiss, show the rim how much you like it. How much you like the fact even the rim on a Man’s toilet gets more pussy than you ever will…. Now boy!! …. Good. You see this was not so bad. I imagine you enjoyed it even. I know how much you like being close to Men and their scents and this must be such a reward for a dirty perv like you. Yes, blush for me…. Now sit down and pee. Yes, boy, facing the wall, exposing that hot ass of yours. Wiggle with it! Again!! You never know when I might enter. Oh, by the way, you did not lock the door did you? Of course you did not, good boy! …. So, this is sorted. Now reach for my present boy and shove it where it belongs. I want you plugged and I only hope you lubed up well, as it is a bit bigger than you are used to, you see you need to learn. Just do not play with it too much, it may spoil the surprise….

The boy was now in agony, scared, almost crying and the sight of a big sized plug only made him panic more. But why was “it” so hard? Why was there no resistance? He simply obeyed and showed this black rubber toy up his sweaty ass. It was in no way easy and it took him quite some time but at the end the plug slid in. Just comfortably enough to make this always horny boy feel full again but at the same time reminded what his holes were made for: cocks!

Good, I hope you are enjoying it. I know, I know… it is not my hard, throbbing cock but it should do. For now!! Time for your nipple clamps. Make them tight but not too tight. Just enough to feel them during this short 3 hours. Oh.. you thought the movie was shorter? I am sorry boy, I must have made a mistake….
I hope you read this so far… Let me check. A good loud Thank you Sir will do.

“Thank you Sir” came a sound from the stalls, heard only by his proud Master and the Cowboy who just did not seem to be surprised or bothered by this strange “talking toilet”. It probably was a European thing. They both shrugged and started washing hands.

Glad you obeyed, we all enjoyed it so much. Yes, you were heard boy. It is quite a crowd here I must say. We are all expecting you already so take that last item out of the bag and open the door… Why are you asking this, of course you tighten those clamps a bit more… Yes this will do. One more thing, boy! Do not forget to kiss the rim again before flushing. Say thank you to the toilet and leave it as you found it. Lol, I know you cleaned it a bit, do not be ashamed. You were born to serve real Men and it is a nice gesture to clean a toilet for us. Just make sure there is not a drop of your boy boy pee or even your pre-cum left… yes I know you can not help yourself boy…

A flush was heard just as Sir started to dry his hands. Soon the boy will reach into a bag for the last time and find a small round object.

“Fuck, this will keep me hard for ages. I can not possibly… Not in a cinema…” But he did, he put the cock ring on, zipped up his new tight trousers, reread the message, making sure he did not miss anything and exited the stall. No one was there, apart from his Sir, grinning at his face flushed with fear and excitement. “Good boy, here is a treat for you to enjoy during the movie, a custom made one”, said Sir and handed him a bottle of Lucozade. It was warm and the boy instantly recognised what this “gift” was. Not a word again apart from “Thank you Sir”. “Time for the movie, boy. I can see you are already very excited, haha!”

They headed for the hall; a big, self confident and self assured Man and a young, shaky and very strangely walking boy, barely hiding his hard “it”. Or should we say Master’s property? This will surely be a thriller mumbled the boy, letting us all doubt whether he was actually referring to the movie.

They sat down in the darkest corner and waited for the projection to start.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
“Take a seat, I am sure MY boy won’t mind a Cowboy sitting next to him. Will you, boy? Now, let him pass, show some kindness, take his leather jacket and excuse yourself for being so excited. I know you can not wait for the movie to start but you should learn to behave.”

Gulp!

slaveboy28 · 03-23-2017, 11:55 AM

There he was – Chapter VII

There he was trapped between his wonderful, steaming hot Master and an elderly Texas Cowboy who obviously enjoyed this new found attraction. It was much better than any sightseeing and he was glad to notice the couple as they were standing next to him and even happier of Sir’s invitation to have some fun and simply play along. How could he refuse this? After all it was quite a while since his wife gave him the pleasure of an orgasm and he was already begging for some release. Not that the boy will be much help but a quickly planned, improvised performance will be just enough to bring the Cowboy over the edge. As you can see, dear readers, Sir was not only very protective and wanted the boy to focus only on His dick but He also wanted to control the Cowboy just enough to understand there can only be one Master. One true Alpha, one Master, one who decides. And He decided!

A quick blowjob was thus out of the question but as soon as they all sat down and the lights turned off Sir unbuckled his belt, took the boy’s hand and strapped it to the seat. The Cowboy followed suit and before the boy could respond to this quick and very well organised “assault” he was already strapped to the chair. Clamped and plugged, scared to the bones, his eyes begging his Master.

“Boy, I suggest you not to make a sound. You do not want to attract too much attention do you? Yes, I thought so. See, I always know what you want and I know you want this, you need this. I know your deepest, darkest wishes. I know “it” betrays you….. yes… you are fucking hard again…. what a dirty slut…. You cannot even control your body anymore. And you think you are a man? Haha. With a plug in your pussy no one would ever believe you… Now apologise to the Cowboy and I want this to be a bit more than just a simple “excuse me Sir”. Actions, not words, boy…. I know there is not much you can offer at the moment so think carefully….”
Sir’s whisper made the boy even hornier and his useless dick was twitching now, still trapped in his tight jeans. Argh, he could not even adjust “it” to hide his humiliating bulge…. He began to sweat, tried even to move a bit but it was all in vain. He really was trapped and making loud movements could only bring a bigger disaster. He counted to ten, tried to relax and leaned towards the Cowboy.
“I am sorry Sir for being so excited, I … I …. I am… I can not control myself… because I am … I am so sorry you have to sit next to me… “
The Cowboy did not seem to be impressed and the boy was already seeing Sir’s reaction so he once again whispered: “Please Sir… I want to make my Master proud Sir… I want Him to enjoy this ahm… movie Sir … so please .. use me … use me as a…. “gulp” … use me as you see fit for a dirty, horny slut like me.”
Now this finally made the Cowboy smile…
“Please Sir, torture my girlie clamped nipples Sir, make me feel your strong hands groping my body. Play with my plug Sir… and please, Sir, please, scratch my useless little genitals. The itch is killing me Sir, please…”

“Fuck, the boy really is in heat”, thought the Cowboy, spat in the boy’s face and told him to “move your fucking dirty lips away from my face. I do not want to smell your breath. I bet you were licking the toilets just moments ago. I know how you sluts think and seeing you using the stalls can only mean one thing: a piss pig. So, move your god damn face away. Now, boy!”
The boy did as told as the Cowboy’s gobble dribbled down his face towards his tight purple t-shirt, making an embarrassing mess. Master nodded, smiled, adjusted His hardening cock and winked at the Cowboy who understood the signal and unzipped the boys jeans to reveal his useless cock. He took “it” in his hands and slowly started jerking it, playing with it…gently at first but than tightening the grip, making the boy squeal. Sir gave the boy a nasty look, reached in His pocket and showed His worn, dirty, sweaty sock into the boys mouth. “That should keep you quiet”.

The torture could now continue with Cowboy’s hand squeezing boy’s tiny balls, playing with the nipple clamps, making the boy hurt. He sweated like this for an hour, not knowing whether to focus on his dick (“do not spunk, do not spunk, do not spunk”), his aching nipples or a plug being forced in and out of his tight ass. He was in agony, sweating profoundly, breathing heavily into the sock, inhaling the manly scents of his Master. The sock reeked of sweat, foot juices and a weeks constant wear. And even this made the boy harder, hotter, hornier. He was begging with his eyes for some release as the Cowboy edged him again …. and again …. and again …. bringing him so close to a full blown orgasm… so close… but not close enough. Yes, this Cowboy was an expert in long edging session and they made his own cock so extremely hard.
One more stroke, just one more…. the boy was in agony. He was almost there, he wanted to spunk but at the same time he knew not to. Never without Sir’s permission. It was not his cock anymore. It was Sir’s cock. He was Fucked Master’s Property.

Aaaaarrgghhh…. so close…..
Everything stopped. He came back to senses, realised he is in the middle of a cinema, his useless clit dripping with pre-cum, his Master discretely masturbating, obviously enjoying the show, enjoying the boy’s mixture of pain and pleasure. “Shhh, boy! It’s ok… Calm down… breath boy. You are doing good boy, you are making your Master very proud. Here, let me help you with the sock… take a breath boy. I bet you are wondering why I am doing this to you. But I think you learned your lesson yesterday, boy. It is not about you, it is about me. And seeing you all horned up, wetting the chair with your sweat, drooling from your mouth, obeying my orders in such a public place. For this nice American gentleman. All this, boy, is making me very hard. Sticky and wet, you naughty little boy.”

The boy’s eyes glistened in the darkness and he greedily accepted his Master’s finger, licking off all the pre-cum his Master produced. He suckled on a finger for a while, caught his breath and was rewarded with a bottle of his favourite drink, specially prepared just for him. Sir brought the bottle to his mouth and the boy started drinking Sir’s piss, cold and a bit stale but still so incredibly tasty. He gulped it down as best as he could before Sir emptied the bottle all over his nice designer shirt and his useless little genitals. “Thank you Sir” was heard before the sock returned to the boy’s dirty mouth.
“Time for round two, boy!”.
This time both of the Men groped him, started using and abusing him, his body, his ass and his useless little genitals. They kept him on the edge for another hour, alternating their moves, exploring his body, twitching, poking, tickling, biting him and leaving deep red marks on his neck. “It” was on fire, ready to explode any second.

“Go for it, Cowboy” said Sir and the Cowboy reached for his cock, still hidden in his trousers and almost in a second blew his giant load all over the boy’s tied body. And that sent Sir over the edge as well, following his new found friend’s performance he soaked the boy’s clothes with his spunk.
Both of the Men collapsed into their seats, teased the boy a bit more, gently tickling his throbbing cock before releasing him of the sock. “Thank you Master, thank you Sir,” promptly responded the boy hoping he may get his release as well. But at that very moment the closing credits started rolling and the Cowboy simply opened the plastic soda glass and poured the melting ice all over the boy’s cock. “Mmmmm…” whimpered the boy through his lips as Sir zipped up his jeans and untied him. “Cool, Cowboy, lol”

There he was, wet with spit, piss and cum, with his burning genitals melting the ice as the lights turned up. The Men stood up, told to boy to put on his jacket and headed for the exit. He followed a few seconds later with a poorly hidden wet stain and met the satisfied Men outside. The Cowboy winked at the boy, gave him a slap on his bum, thanked Sir for such a wonderful present and left. “Good boy, time to go shopping…”

Shopping??!!

12-27-2016, 06:28 AM	#1
slaveboy28 Member Join Date: Sep 2016 Location: Slave school Posts: 66 Blog Entries: 42	There he was "There he was" There he was, standing in the darkest corner of a dimly lit pub. Waiting, nervously looking around, trying not to make eye contact with the guests who actually paid no attention to this average looking young boy. Why should they? He was nothing but another guest, a little overweight, simply dressed, quiet and looking as though he is just trying to run away from his every day worries. Only a few guests glanced in his direction and than quickly turned their eyes away, continuing there boring conversations, repeating the same all sentences day after day. It was almost eight in the evening and months ago he would be sitting at the bar, gulping down beer after beer, checking out the ladies and thinking about his hard dick penetrating their moist cunts. But today he wanted something else. He needed it. He craved it for months, ever since his first conversation with Sir. His God, who messed up his young mind to the point of giving away control of his worthless body, mind and soul. He surrendered his freedom and his (what he know called) useless little genitals. Not a thought about fucking random girls. Not a thought about ordering a beer (“you can only beg for a recycled (pissed) one, boy!”). Not a thought about being like the rest of the men sitting in the pub rubbing their crotches. He just stood there. There he was, checking the time, discretely touching his body to check if signs of his previous manhood were really gone. And they were – not a trace of his chest hair (he was so proud of them he cried like a girl when they were gone for the first time), smooth armpits and completely shaved genitals, marked with a dark bold sign Master’s property – he could actually feel the letters. Yes, he was Master’s property and the collar hidden under his sweater proved it. And so did his hard on, safely stored in his clean white underwear; tight boxer briefs sent to him by his Sir fitted perfectly. Never did Sir make a wrong decision, He always knew how to make His boy more and more submissive, more and more dependant. He guided him to the point of no return, where the only thing this fag could do was say Yes Master. Accepting his role in the world - to serve and obey. And there he was to serve and obey. There he was in his trousers, obviously too large for his shrunk shivering body. A boy in man jeans. They fitted him two months ago, but now he lost fifteen kilograms, and he looked funny walking in them, his belt barely holding them in place. Always a bit scared they would fall down and reveal his shamefully small balls. His useless balls. Today though the only thing holding the trousers in place was his hard dicklet waiting for a release after two months of complete chastity. But it will be a long time before he will get what he hoped for. He will have to work for it, humiliate and degrade himself, suffer, but first of all give away the last thing he still possessed. His tight virgin ass. It was his cunt getting fucked this time. He will be the girl (varnished toe nails and drops of sweat running down his crack would undoubtedly reveal it to the undisturbed guests) taking dick. His Sir’s dick. The dick he dreamt of, imagined licking it, sucking the perfectly shaped head and slowly taking it in his dirty mouth before choking on it. Just to get it all wet and sticky before finally taking it up his boy hole. For the first time, for ever. There he was waiting and nervously checking the time. It was already way past eight but there still was no sign of his Sir - a Man he waited for so long. To see Him for the first time in real, to touch His amazing body, to be allowed to smell His Man scents. And now all he could smell was his nervous sweat as he got more and more scarred. Will He even arrive or did Sir just find a different, more experienced, more submissive and more beautiful boy. He trusted Him so much and deep inside he knew Sir is once again playing tricks on him, messing with his brain, making him wait, making him sweat. But still the thought of being left alone, abandoned in a bar like a cheap call girl, scarred him and brought him almost to the verge of crying. But Sir knew boys can wait. Always. And they always do. It is part of their nature, it is how their little brains work. They need their Masters so much. They need to be controlled, dominated, humiliated, brainfucked and than used - used hard. And they are prepared to wait, humiliate themselves, forget about their limits and fears. They would do anything just for a quick whiff of true Man’s worn underwear. And the longer they wait, the more their wish to please grows. And the more they need to get fucked and used. This virgin boy was no different and Sir was in no hurry. He wanted the boy begging not just to get used but to even be allowed to be close to Sir. He wanted him sweaty, nervous, shaking with fear and excitement. When Sir finally arrived the boy was still there, just like He predicted. He knew exactly what will his first reaction be and he was not wrong for a bit. The boy just stood there in the corner with his mouth half open almost drooling as if he was trying to say something but his mouth and brain failed him (or was he perhaps already imagining Sir’s cock in his mouth?). His eyes both searching and avoiding eye contact with his Master until finally he just lowered his gaze and kept staring at his shoes. He was obviously in turmoil but Sir remained calm and slowly found his way to the bar. Completely ignoring the boy, ordering a lager and going through the newspaper, page by page, not really paying attention to articles but making sure the boy knew He was there and it was His decision when and if the boy will get His attention. Boys can wait. For a moment Sir wanted to act faster, especially after He got hard when He saw lust in the boys eyes, when He saw much the boy needs to be fucked for the first time but He enjoyed the feeling of boy’s despair even more. It was not cruelty it was simply the way things needed to be. He could smell his anticipation. And He would not exchange this for some brief pleasure of simply fucking the boy in one of the toilet booths. He wanted to take things slow, to eliminate any illusions of this boy being a Man. Hell, he may even stick a tampon in his wet, dripping pussy. The thought of it made his cock twitch and he made sure the boy saw him adjusting his underwear - a special one he prepared just for him. Worn, sweaty, full of his man smells and piss marks. And (this was a cherry on top that really made Him grin) a nice skid mark. He knew the boy will not object to it. He was now so well trained and horny he will even thank him for this dirty gift. And beg to clean it with his naughty tongue. There he was, his brain in overdrive, secretly gazing at Sir. He saw His hand on His crotch. A rush of adrenaline hit him but he did not dare to act on it. He knew he had to wait for a sign. But will it ever come? Will he ever get to worship His moobs and His feet? Will he ever get to taste His precious spunk? Once again his horny brain carried him away and it was the sound of the messenger that woke him up from his daydreaming. “Excited?” He started typing when the next message arrived. “Don’t blush”. He just kept looking at the floor, as Sir saw him change colour from bright red to almost purple. Yes, the boy was ready. “Follow me to the toilet. Enter and just kiss my feet. I want you on your knees boy, your dirty lips touching my shoes as I empty my bladder. Not a word fag!” Now his face turned purple and He could see his hearth beating even trough the clothes. “Fuck, this slut may get a heart attack just from touching me”, he thought to himself as He stood up and headed to the toilets. The pub was almost empty now and it was easy to spot the boy following Him. “Yes, he will do for now” He smiled to himself as He opened the doors and headed for the urinals. There he was a moment later kneeling in a puddle of piss, his lips glued to his Master’s shoes, not just kissing them but almost making love to them. He was scared as fuck, no doubt, but being close to Master calmed him down and he never raised his eyes, he just remained there on the floor listening to the sound of Master’s piss (He smiled as he heard him take a whiff…what a slut) hitting the urinal. He knew the boy wanted not only to hear it but also to get a sip, but he can wait. He will get what he wants, when He wants it. And now He just wanted him mentally edged. He wanted to see him beg for more and when He finished pissing He just stroked his semi hard cock so that a few drops landed on the boys head, zipped up and stared at his conquest for a second before allowing His boy just a small gift. A drop of spit that landed right next to the puddle. And this horny young boy just lapped it up with the rest of the piss, actually polishing the floor with his tongue. It was then when the boy raised his head a bit and Sir heard his soft, scarred but obviously excited and grateful voice for the first time: “Thank you Sir”. Slap! “Don’t you understand what quiet means, piss breath? Now follow me, we are in for a long night and it will not get any easier for you boy”. This time the boy remained quiet and just followed Sir. He never heard Him say “what a find”, nor did he dare to glance as Sir’s hand once again reached for His hard cock. There he was following his Master almost in a drunken haze. He did not even remember how he exited the pub (he must have smelled of piss and sweat by now but only the most attentive remaining guest could see a few yellow drops slowly drying on his hair) or how he found himself in the back of the dark van completely naked. All he remembered was the cold of the metal floor (he always hated the cold and did never understand why Sir so enjoyed his naked body shivering in the freezing winter air) with his hand chained to a van. The other one he used to somehow try and stay in place as the van slowly took him to Sir’s house. It was a very long drive as Sir made that extra step to take a few additional sideways. He really wanted the boy to be ready just as He wanted him - a bit nervous and tired from the journey, in a state of permanent hornyness but at the same time his mind completely relaxed and free from the outside world, completely focused on Sir, His body and His pleasure. Poor boy did not for a second think of even touching what he referred to as “it” or in the best case scenario his “useless little genitals”. The only thing he could sometimes see through the darkness (they must have stopped at the traffic lights) were his clothes at the far back of the van. They were now out of his reach and in this moments of solitude and almost despair he found his collar and the markings surrounding his small betraying genitals even more important now. It meant Sir was still there, he still was owned and this dreadful drive will sooner or later end. The doors will open and he will be able to see Him once again. Not just for a brief moment like an hour ago when he was ordered to take off his clothes (Sir barked the orders but he could still sense the love of his superior) and when his Master chained him. But for much longer. Just as they mutually agreed. The van finally stopped and he once again got overly excited. This made Sir laugh every single time. And it also made him think of His beginnings when His dick betrayed His darkest wishes. Now this trapped boy’s dick stood at the attention waiting for both torture and pleasure. But nothing happened. Not a sound, not a word. The doors remained shut. Of course he could not know Sir was again taking time to properly prepare HIS boy and was simply making a short stop to once again go through the items he bought. Watching them, holding them and remembering how this shy boy opened up to Him. How He guided him for so long. In this strange moment of reflection every single toy reminded Him of a step in the boys journey. He was no sadist and he sometimes even asked Himself whether He pushed his boy too much, was He too strict, did he really deserve that stinging slap moments ago (damn that felt good! And if someone asked it undoubtedly felt good for the boy as well)? He understood this was a mutual journey. And He wanted the boy to enjoy the big step (Sir surely will as He never doubted to get His pleasure), so he chose the toys very carefully, thinking of His slave’s (dis)likes, the effect they will have on the boy. He could actually see him in black ladies underwear … Just a few more minutes and he will be there on his knees begging Him, thanking Him, praising Him, worshipping Him. He took a deep breath, listened for any voices coming from the back and started the engine. Just a few more miles and they will be together. Both ready to take the next step. Finally. The van stopped. Not a sound was heard. Only fast breathing of two excited adults on their journey into the unknown. It was what they were both waiting for. There He was. His Sir and Master. His Dominant. His Captain. There he was. His boy and slave. His submissive. His sailor. There they were. Together. boy A

01-11-2017, 04:21 AM	#3
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	The meeting "looking for somebody" "Sir"

01-18-2017, 08:17 AM	#4
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Next chapter I feel there is another chapter in this story, don't disapoint me! Sir.

01-21-2017, 10:48 AM	#6
slaveboy28 Member Join Date: Sep 2016 Location: Slave school Posts: 66 Blog Entries: 42	There he was - Chapter II There he was - Chapter II There he was after a long and tiresome ride. Scared, disoriented and shivering from the cold of the van’s floor. He was now blindfolded and unaware of his whereabouts but beneath his naked body, he could feel the warmth of the carpet and he slowly started to realize the nightmare is over. The nightmare of being alone, separated (if just for an hour spent locked in the van. Yes, this really messed up his mind.) from the Man he admired, worshipped and adored. He could feel His presence. He could feel Sir’s body next to him. They were together at last. Although not being able to see, he could still sense Him - his Sir, his Master, his Captain. He could smell Him, His manly scent, in the warm air of the house, and he could even hear His heart beating….thump thump…thump thump… By the sound of it, Master liked what He saw groveling on the floor and this made boy’s pathetic denied dicklet twitch. More than anything the boy feared being rejected, told to simply fuck off without being able to touch, smell, lick and worship his Sir. Being denied what he longed for ages… …denied of the first touches… … a strong, warm, demanding hand playing with the boy … firmly touching him…inspecting him… going trough his short hair where small yellow drops of piss, Sir’s piss, glistened just an hour ago… caressing his boyish earlobes….inserting His fingers into the boy’s eager mouth and making him suck on them…playing with the dark studded leather collar the boy bought just for Sir - it really fitted him perfectly, making him constantly aware of his position… feeling the bare skin on his chest (“yes, the boy removed it all”)…. discretely smelling his shaved armpits just to get a quick whiff of the twink’s hornyness… working on his small boyish nipples before roughly twisting them… catching a tiny drop of sweat running down his body, taking it into His mouth and tasting the boy’s fear and anticipation… gently going over the sign - Master’s property – that encircled his small genitals… than very slowly stroking his hard but still shameful excuse for a dick… rubbing His fingers over the cockhead before turning His attention to the back… admiring the boy’s butt… giving it a few hard slaps just to bring some colour to each cheek…traveling with His moist finger from neck down, reaching the slave’s crack, feeling the heat radiating from his ass… (mmm… nothing but a sight of a young, virgin boy’s ass just waiting to be fucked for the very first time)… Then suddenly - a smack to his useless shaved little genitals that almost threw him on the floor … balancing himself back on all four slave murmured: “Thank you Sir….Thank you Sir…” Although he obviously struggled to take the pain, not to squeal as Sir’s hand smacked and then tightly squeezed his tiny balls, almost crushing them, he really meant what he said. He was grateful for every move Sir made, for His every stroke no matter how painful, and he also knew his pathetic nuts simply deserved it. They were too small for anything but abuse and humiliation and now he was ashamed of them even more than when he first showed a picture of them to Sir months ago. Sir just laughed. It was a long, cruel but really unintended laughter as Sir struggled to even find them in the picture… But now they were in His hands and He just tightened the grip bringing the boy to the verge of despair and crying. The boy was now shaking, biting his lips but still did surprisingly well for a beginner. Instead of begging for mercy, Sir only heard three short magical words. Thank you Sir. They made Sir rock hard and he allowed the boy the gift of removing the blindfold and seeing Him. A part of Him at least as He knew the boy was trained well enough to keep his eyes at the floor. After adjusting to the light again the boy opened his eyes and just gasped when he saw the most beautiful legs he has ever seen (yes, he did stare at other Men’s feet before - imagining what is like to worship them and in such pathetic slave-like manner show the Men respect they deserve, simply for being Men). Strong, dominant hairy legs that just continued into perfectly shaped feet. They made him drool and forget about the pain experienced just moments ago. Not a word needed to be said. He subconsciously knew what needs to be done and he just lowered his head and kissed them. Inhaled the strong scents of a true Man, pressed his nose against them and loudly sniffed around the ankle; moaned as the feelings of humiliation, inferiority and excitement overwhelmed him. Yes, this shy boy was humiliated just by the sheer shape and size of Sir’s feet. He could not get any lower, he could not humiliate himself more but in a moment of lust he remained glued to the legs. Licking them, worshiping them, trying to suck the sweat out of them. He was feasting on Sir’s legs for an hour, running his tongue all over the top, slowly licking along the soles, making them wet with spit, then drying them again as he kissed them with his slutty red lips. The lips that started to move towards the sweaty soles, gently massaging them. He took his time worshiping the little toes, slurping between them, sucking and cleaning them. Enjoying them, really tongue bathing them. He took them in his mouth and just played with them, wiggling his naughty tongue. Giving each a special treatment. Trying to remember what Sir’s toes taste, trying to separate them just from the way they smell. Not only for the night but forever. They were his Master’s toes and it was a point from where Master’s amazing body began to rise above him. He sucked on the big toe as if it was his Master’s cock. First left, then right. Running his tongue all over it. But his Superior’s cock remained out of reach. He will have to do more, much more to deserve the pleasure of finally taking it in his mouth. And just like in the bar, Sir decided to take time (“Boys can wait. Always.”). Really push him to the limit, making him fully understand what is like to be a slave, to crave for cock, cum, piss or just a gob of Master’s spit. And this boy needed it all. Sir, now comfortably sitting on a sofa, already planning His next move, glanced at the boy feasting on his feet, almost admiring his enthusiasm as He pushed His foot deeper into the boy’s hungry mouth. Choking him on His foot. Making his eyes water, begging for air. He wanted this moment to last; not because He enjoyed it much more He was actually prepared to show (“There is always a chance to improve and boys need to learn never to take anything for granted, always strive to do more and better. He may be good but there are always better. Hmm…perhaps He should tell him this and really mess his brain?”) but because He wanted His boy to remember once and for all He is in control. He never asks. He just takes what He wants. And now He wanted His boy gaging on His sweaty, smelly Man foot. The boy opened his mouth even more and just surrendered himself to Master. Th…tha..thank…you… S..ir… was all he managed to stumble as Sir’s toes penetrated his virgin throat and drops of white spit continued to dribble on the carpet, making a puddle he will soon have to clean up. “Soon…but not just yet,” thought Sir, leaned back, relaxed and simply enjoyed His newest conquest. His boy, now on his knees gagging for air, looked nothing like the boy entering the bar. Yes, already then he was scared, shaky and looking like he was just given repeated swirlies but he was still dressed (in funny, loosely fitting clothes, now safely stored in a locked wardrobe) and still standing – pretending to be something, a Man. Now, as Sir looked at him in a mixture of disgust and enjoyment, almost every trace of being a Man was gone. His slim body once standing and reaching almost six feet in height turned into a leaner submissive, a fuckable Man’s toy. Just like Sir wanted after molding him so long to make him a perfect slave for His every whim. Yes, it took Him a lot of planning and hard work to make a former fatboy into something worth sticking his hard cock into (“Fuck, he must be tight” thought Sir, already imagining him bouncing on His Man dick, begging for more). Sir was now proud of His achievement, happy to recognise the potential – the balanced shape of his young untouched body, his bubbly fuckable ass, his skin, which had a slight olive complexion and even his quirky chin which, although shaved just hours ago, showed the start of dark stubble that matched his dark head hair. An adult but yet again just a boy reaching puberty – a horny naughty boy, sweating with nervous energy as his cock betrayed his thoughts. He might have been struggling to get some air but he was hard. And seeing how this boy had no control over his useless little genitals anymore brought Sir back to reality. “Enough boy! We do not want you to enjoy it too much, don’t we?!”, Sir said, as the boy kept munching on Sir’s beautiful feet. “You really are a foot pig, aren’t you? Desperate to suck out my man juices? Eh? Can’t hear you boy…” “Mppppppff… Mffff… I… I…mmm....,“ muttered the boy and before he could even finish the sentence, Sir grabbed and repositioned him, not really wanting to hear an answer. He now made him into His personal foot stool, placed His feet on the boy’s comfortable back, once again snickered at the sight of boy’s brightly red varnished toe nails and closed His eyes, allowing the boy to secretly glance at His naked body for the first time. And there was much to see. Above him was Sir. Not some high school gym-obsessive but simply a Man obviously used to having His body worshipped in every possible way. A big, strong demanding Man. The boy’s eyes traveled from the head down, admiring His short greyish hair and short salt and pepper beard that suited him perfectly. Boy’s eyes then rested on His hairy wide chest, damp from sweat. He immediately saw himself licking, sucking, biting, praising and worshiping His moobs, really making love to them, paying special attention to those big pink nipples, sticking out, making the boy wish to touch them. He moved his gaze further down and stopped at Sir’s crotch. He saw what he wanted – a perfectly shaped semi hard cock and a heavy full nut sack, big low-hanging balls that made him feel completely inferior. He could hardly resist not to lick them that very moment. But then his thoughts jumped to caressing Sir’s hairy muscular legs, his strong inner thighs. And finally he remembered those unwashed feet resting on his back. “Mmm…” Sir was everything the boy hoped for and seeing Him now surpassed all his fantasies. “How can this be real?” he thought and once again licked his lips. “Like what you see, eh, boy? I am sure you do. Being so close to your God. To a real Man you dreamed of… I bet you wanted this for years…. Am, what you just said? You did not have the guts? Haha … you still don’t have them. You will never have them, just a tiny boy clit and microscopic testies”, thought Sir out loud without even opening His eyes. He knew the boy was looking at him, trying to visualise and remember every part of His body. He always knew everything the boy did, thought or even just imagined thinking. He knew even before the boy knew it. Sir’s strict eyes opened and stared not at the boy but directly into his soul. And He liked what He saw - complete submission. “You dirty little fuck. You really get off on being treated like this, don’t you. I say anything and “it” just springs up. What a pervert”. The boy knew better than to answer and just lowered his head. “Get your paddle, boy!”…. There he was shivering in anticipation, incapable of disobedience… “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” *** There he was - Chapter III, comming soon!

01-27-2017, 12:46 PM	#8
slaveboy28 Member Join Date: Sep 2016 Location: Slave school Posts: 66 Blog Entries: 42	There he was - Chapter III There he was - Chapter III There he was crawling back to his Master, holding a leather paddle he bought a month ago. He was very excited and even somewhat proud Master took interest in the toys he bought but at the same time he felt scared whether the toys will be too much for him to handle. Did he overestimate himself? Can he really take it? After all it was his very first time and a few hard slaps he gave to himself could probably never be compared to the pain this paddle could bring in Master’s strong and experienced hand. Silently he approached his Master, assumed his position and handed Sir the paddle like ancient slaves used to offer gifts to their Kings and Masters. Sir took it, smiled at the boy and his silly gesture and pretended not to have inspected this wicked tool (“Yes, the boy chose well!”) hours ago when He stopped the van carrying His boy, just to see in real what the website described as “small in stature but not on pain. Professionally crafted from thick heavy duty saddle leather material, this exquisite slapper is just what you need for up close and personal spankings and intimate genital torture. This petite paddle will soon make its presence known as the loud CRACK sound fills the room with every impact.”. “Oh, yes it will,” thought Sir as he brought the paddle to the boy’s wet lips. “Kiss it boy, give this beauty a long wet kiss, just like you kissed my dirty smelly feet”. And the boy did just that; almost French kissed the object of his future torture to oblige Sir and show respect to the toy Sir was holding. “Now boy, tell me, what do we have here, what is you just kissed?” “It is … it is a paddle Sir. A paddle I bought just for you Sir,” answered the boy really emphasising the last four words. “Just for me?!… oh … how nice… But why on earth would I need a paddle, boy?” Sir mocked him further. The boy went silent for a second, turned red as he tried to hid “it” going hard again and started to make what he thought would be the best explanation he could offer. “Sir… I... well… I mean… I just thought it may be…well….useful Sir… I… sorry Sir… I just thought… you know I tend to fuck up a lot Sir…” Those words instantly reminded him not only of his online profile (I am a “taken” slave boy who is on his journey of discovery, but I tend to f*k up a lot!) but also of his journey and the way he found himself in this big suburban house. They brought back all mistakes he made (yes, he really fucked up often), all the moments of panic, fear and resistance and he suddenly lost the ability to speak. For a second he felt he did everything wrong, never tried hard enough and was thus in no way worthy to be in the presence of Sir, who clearly enjoyed the boy’s struggle. He gave him some time to think and sweat before asking: “And?” “And a boy always needs to pay for his mistakes Sir… even the smallest ones Sir… and I just thought … it may be a useful tool for punishment Sir.” “Not just a foot but also a pain slut, eh?” “No… no Sir… I… did not mean it like this Sir… I saw it in the store and just thought you would like it, Sir….And now I think it fits your hand so well, Sir.” “I think we will have to try it then, boy. But first tell me what is that … that hanging patch of skin over there,” asked Sir pointing the paddle at the hard-on the boy sported. “Those are…Those are my useless little genitals, Sir” “Oh… I see… And why is that small dick of yours so hard? Not that being hard makes it look any bigger but I still expected it to be flaccid … I bet you’ve been stroking it every single day since you met me, thinking of me, imagining my body, my Man crotch – no, I never told you to look at it - and then in seconds spunking pathetic drops of boy sperm. Weren’t you, boy?” “No Sir… I mean… Yes I was thinking of you, edging daily but I never went over the edge Sir. Really Sir. Never. Not once. I haven’t spunked in 57 days, Sir. I would not dare Sir. You told me, Sir… not to spunk, Sir, without permission. You told me to - when close – always stop or, if possible, ask for permission to spunk before the point of no return. And then always stop, Sir, if no permission is given, Sir. And I stopped Sir, always Sir. I never got Your permission and the chance to spunk, Sir, not even in those 30 seconds you said I may try to reach my pathetic climax, Sir. I never got the chance to swallow every drop of my ejaculate, Sir, in order not to waste it,” now recited boy the rules presented to him by Sir before adding: “I just can not control “it” Sir, “it” has a mind of it’s own and whenever “it” sees you “it” just gets hard, Sir. I can not help myself, Sir. I just want to be a good boy for you, Sir, please, Sir. You gave me so much Sir… I just want to serve you Sir, bring you pleasure you deserve, Sir. I can not explain it, Sir. It is just what I am, Sir.” Sir’s cock hardened even more when he heard the “what” part (yes, a what not a who!), so he decided to really rub it in: “And what would that be?” “A slave, Sir, Your slave, Sir.” “Correct, boy! You are MY slave and you do…” “Do as I am told Sir,” the boy finished the sentence, just as Sir expected. “Mmm, right you are, boy.” There he was* rethinking what he just said and how natural those words became. Do as told. Obey. Obey Sir. Thank Him for His slaps. Simply respond “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” How could this happen? Months ago he was an ordinary guy, jerking his dick on a daily basis, only occasionally dreaming of a guy standing above him and offering him his big dick to suck. But now he craved much more than just a dick to suck, he wanted Master’s cock in his ever hole, he craved pain, control, domination and humiliation. He simply needed all this to feel alive. Why?! Why was he turning into a total sub, why did he need to be disciplined, pushed, told what to do, when to speak and when to shut up, how to dress (“My naughty panties or my special white boxer briefs, Sir?”), when and how to shower, pee and poo (“May I please hump the toilet, Sir?”) He could not understand why the more control he gave up, the freer he felt. Why was the only thing making his dicklet throb the sight of his Master? No, not a single porn movie, not a single guy (no, not even the hunks that were generally considered to be super hot) turned him on as much as Sir. What was happening to his brain? How did Sir manage to mindfuck him so much? Did Sir plant the submission in his mind or was he always like this? Always just a boy, pretending to be a Man? Born to obey, serve and please older dominant Men and cater for their perverted needs? All this was now going through his small brain and he again found himself on a rollercoaster of emotions, simply called “Journey of a slave”. His head started to spin… (Dear readers, when writing about this boy in turmoil we must be honest that the fact Sir has not showered for a few days (five to be precise) in no way helped him to reassess his situation. On the contrary. Being so close to such magnificent source of testosterone only messed up his brain even more. And this was, of course, also very carefully planed by Sir. It was the day boy first contacted him when he decided that the boy needed to be mentally reprogrammed. He needed to accept the fact the only chance to receive any pleasure at all was when in close contact with strong, dominant, elderly Men. The boy needed to forget how a woman smells, forget the smell of a pussy - something reserved only for true Men, not boys. Forget even how his own clean body smells. And after being exposed to a long no shower routine, constantly surrounded by smells of sweat, used underwear he wore for days, his ass juices and cock, he did just that. “Nothing beats a cock,” will be burned in this boy’s mind so he will forever be able to focus only on what really matters – Sir’s hard throbbing cock. And so far everything went according to Sir meticulous plan: he was more and more emasculated – wearing panties, shaving his body, even waiting in a bar like an abandoned slut with bright red varnished toe nails. He started referring to his crotch as his useless little genitals and to his cock simply as “it”; he knew not to touch “it” without permission and when he mentioned pussy it could only mean his horny tight virgin bum, sweating and leaking like a girl’s vagina. And there was nothing more humiliating for a boy than to be spoken of as a girl. A girl with a pussy. Remember, dear readers, what rushed through Sir’s mind in the bar where they met in real for the very first time? “Hell, he may even stick a tampon in his wet, dripping pussy.” But, just like Sir took time, not wanting to rush or push the boy too hard and loose him for ever - admittedly the boy really was a rare found in the world of cyber wankers and wannabes - so should we, at this stage, not rush and reveal all the secrets of his journey to submission. For all we know it may even end very soon, so let us just once again glance at the boy and his overloaded brain and try to enjoy this moment, experience his inner struggle and lust for his complete surrender to the Man he chose.) “Obey, serve and please… obey, serve and please … obey, serve and please…,“ was all he could think of. “What did you say, boy?” asked Sir as the boy mumbled what sounded like obey, serve and please. “Aaaa…nothing, Sir, sorry, Sir…I did not realize I was thinking out loud, Sir (was I really or he just did it again – read my mind?).” Sir grinned, raised the paddle and continued the boy’s transformation into a perfect household slave. It was, He thought, about time for another lesson, a lesson in humility and one that will for a very long time remind the boy of it’s status as a slave. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “One Sir…Two Sir… Three Sir…” “Can’t hear you, boy!” “One Sir, thank you Sir; two Sir, thank you Sir…” The strokes just kept coming. Hitting the boy’s gentle bubbly ass, making it bright pink… then pink … then red. The boy tried not to groan or shout and to be brave as his ass began to sting. “Fou… fourty Sir…thank you… Sir” By now he already struggled though he still tried to act like a Man, to take it like a Man. What a stupid mistake! For Sir it was a clear sign to continue and not to spare His boy. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Yes, just as promised: “This petite paddle will soon make its presence known as the loud CRACK sound fills the room with every impact.” The pain was ever increasing and tears started to come to his eyes. The boy now felt completely helpless in the hands of the Man who was totally in charge. “Seventy Sir… Pleaseeee…. Please Sir.. please stop Sir.” The boy now broke into tears. “No thank you? 10 more!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Eighty Sir…. Thank you Sir.” The boy collapsed on the floor, his brigh red bum burning, as it was on fire, tears rolling down his face to the very same spot where his spit dribbled an hour ago. There was now a pool of tears and spit, pain and pleasure, fear and lust. His whole journey in a puddle of tears and spit. “Please Sir.. pleaaaseee… no more, please, Sir.” Sir took a deep breath, inhaled the hot air filled with familiars scents of leather, boy’s sweat, sexual tension and “mmm….yes…definitely respect…”, stretched his arm, approached the crying boy, carefully examined the marks and decided to push him just a tiny bit more, to really test him and his determination. “Crying are we? Was I too hard? Or maybe you were only thinking of “it” and your own puny pleasure? What is there for me if you can not even take a few light swats? Perhaps I should just let you go? You know you can always walk out – just take your things and leave. Oh, and don’t forget to take your empty words with you. You know I do not need you to get my pleasure. I am a Man not a weakling like you. And there are hundreds if not thousands like you. Also not fatboys, but proper looking boys. You had your chance, now go and never come back. Never.” No, He really was not a sadist, He simply had to say all those words. It was time for the truth. The whole truth. He needed to be certain. He did not mean what He said (not all of it at least) and it was Himself He had to push this time, as He really wanted and needed this boy just as much as the boy needed Him. But He had to see the boy’s reaction in real. Not just words on a screen. He had to see him in good and bad, in pleasure and pain. It was the only way to really tell how far He can go. It was wishing to experience the boy’s pain threshold, it was getting to know the boy’s reactions in crisis … it was His way of trusting Him and He trusted the boy so much to know he is able to take it. Because the boy trusted Him to stop at the right time and never cross the limit. Or was He wrong for the very first time? To be continued (or not?) … *** Dear getDare users, Thank you for reading and please do let me know….will we meet this boy again or is he already on his way home? Was He wrong for the very first time? Feedback (positive or critical) is highly appreciated. boy A P.s.: Do not forget to also check my Blog in the s/M Blog section where m55uk4younger posted a question that also deserves a reply. Thank you!

12-29-2016, 03:28 AM	#2
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Such a good read, I cannot wait to read the next chapter.

01-21-2017, 04:12 AM	#5
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Boy A, will be posting chapter II, very soon and will be working on chapter III. Sir.

01-24-2017, 02:57 AM	#7
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Looking forward to chapter III. Sir.

02-01-2017, 04:39 AM	#9
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Well I am sure there is a Chapter IV in this story, but I may be wrong!

02-15-2017, 09:47 AM	#10
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Well Getdare readers, do you want to read another chapter? If so let me know and also a punishment for him for making us all wait would be good. Last edited by m55uk4younger; 02-16-2017 at 04:49 AM.

03-06-2017, 02:06 PM	#11
slaveboy28 Member Join Date: Sep 2016 Location: Slave school Posts: 66 Blog Entries: 42	There he was - Chapter IV There he was – Chapter IV There he was lying on the floor in a pool of spit and tears but also pre-cum dripping from his useless little genitals. Ashamed, humiliated, hurt but as soon as the strokes stopped landing on his bum his eyes again glistened in mixture of resistance and yes even anger betraying his inner struggle, his determination, willingness to prove himself. He will not go down like this, he is a man, he must be… He can not let this man break him, he can not go down like a sobbing girl. He must please Him, prove himself first. He must be the slave Sir wants. He must… he needs …. he wants …. What a silly reaction, dear readers. Could he really think this was a way of bringing that ultimate pleasure to his Master and Sir? Did he honestly believe that pride in taking pain is what Sir was looking for? Resisting? Fighting? Yes, Sir wanted a strong boy, enjoyed the fact that the boy could take a proper flogging, was also turned on by the boy’s glowing red ass, but He knew there needs to be something more. A different kind of strength, even “stronger”, more consuming - the one that would really make Him enjoy in full. Make them both enjoy it in full! But will they ever get there? Is the boy strong enough? Were months of training and preparations worth it? The boy may not even deserve such a perfect Master, fully dedicated to the dark world of BDSM. The boy was constantly reminded of this and it was something so rooted in his brain now. Never to give shite to Sir, never to do anything less than a 110%, never to put Sir second. Sir first. He knew all this, he acted on this but there were still mistakes in his journey. Silly moments of sulking, pretending… And whenever this happened, he spent so many sleepless nights thinking what he did wrong, what should be done better? He was so ashamed every single time, so terrified and scared. It really hurt inside… it burned inside every single time he failed or took another step backwards, it made him gasp for air and wish he could make things all right. Mistakes of course were sanctioned every single time, but even after receiving his punishments, writing painful letters of apologies that made him dig so deep into his soul, he kept coming back to Sir. Thinking only how he could bring more pleasure to Sir, his Master, his Captain. He never looked back to his previous life of freedom. It was not really freedom. How could he be so lucky? To have found someone who recognized his potentials, someone willing to steer his ship, mold him and hopefully fuck him for the very first time. “I am not worthy of it,” was a constant in his mind now. Sir, now standing above His boy looked down and asked in a completely different, almost gentle voice that caught the boy off guard: “Oh my, sulking are we?” “No, Sir” the boy replied with bitterness and badly hidden anger in his voice. “Mmm… I guess it was my mistake, boy. I guess I was “wrong”. I thought you were ready to leave? Just turn around and walk back towards the light of freedom? Not really wanting to be my boy… or should I say my girl?” “Sir, please, please, I never want to leave. I want to be a good boy, a good girl for you. I want it so much Sir. I want to…” Not really wanting to hear the same things again Sir stopped him in the middle of the sentence.“Shut up and suck! You can do this can’t you, boy?” Yes, dear readers, it was time to see some results. Actions not words. Like in a trance the boy kneeled and got his first taste of cock. Sir’s cock. The one he longed for, dreamed of (not just His cock, but also and this he found especially hard to admit, Sir’s ass. If only Sir would sit on his face so he could burry his tongue deep into Sir’s sweaty ass. He would so love to munch on it, letting Sir’s juices flow over his face, breathing Sir’s scent directly from the source), spent days and nights imagining sucking, licking, worshipping. He took a long slow lick, savouring this precious moment. A very special moment that sent shivers through his body, made him instantly addicted to cock - “nothing beats a cock, Sir’s throbbing hard cock”. It was such a rush “it” twitched without touching and made another embarrassing pool of pre-cum. He was in heaven, finally pacified, like a baby sucking on his mothers breast. His eyes betrayed his lust, his pussy dripping with sweat and juices, he never imagined to be able to produce. He loved it and after this first wet lick he only wanted more. More and more. And as his eyes rolled back he only wished to bring Sir the ultimate pleasure. Make Him spunk, make Him cum in his horny slutty mouth. To be able to gulp down His cum, drown himself in what he considered an ultimate gift – Sir’s spunk. He kept feasting on Sir’s cock, licking it, making it all wet, dripping with his spit, then rubbing his tongue over the perfect mushroom shaped head. Very gently sticking the tip of his tongue into Sir’s piss hole (he could taste it! Sir’s strong piss! “Mmmm, yes, I want it so much.”) before returning to the shaft again. He needed to pleasure his Sir, make Him proud. He wanted it so much, he felt he was finally where he belonged – on his knees, sucking his Master’s cock. “But I am not worthy of it…how can I be this lucky?... fuck, Sir tastes so good….”. There he was, a bitch in heat, a complete slut for his Master’s cock, his face burning – not from shame but from gratitude. He was allowed to suck IT and he made sure to take more and more of Sir’s magnificent cock. It was better than he could ever imagine, even when Sir’s cock penetrated deeper and deeper, towards the opening of his throat, already making him gag. But he opened up even more, really tried to impress Sir, show Him how much he enjoyed, worshipped and wanted Him. Every single part of Him…. The boy’s mind was blown away. There he was gaging on Sir’s cock, taking it down his tight throat, feeling Sir’s strong hands pushing him deeper down on his cock, towards His low hanging balls where the biggest reward awaited. He struggled for some air as Sir’s cock rammed his throat, almost raping him, abusing his mouth, violently and with no mercy to this young boy. “Make me cum bitch! Make me cum! Do it boy! Do it as I prepared you for bitch, as I told you. Make me cum as I taught you, boy!” The boy kept sucking, kept wiggling his tongue, doing what he thought was the right thing. Doing what he read on so many different sites… but suddenly ... he can not even remember it … everything got blurry … his eyes watered up again, his face was a mess of cock slime and spit but his mouth were empty. He was breathing again …but it was not a breath of happiness … he failed! He could not make his Master cum. His world shuttered. He was devastated. Ruined. He was a failure. He felt less than a maggot. The thought of disappointing Sir was unbearable … “He really was unworthy of Him, why could he ever think he deserves something like this… he should not even be close to Him now”. He was lost in his world, silent, utterly humiliated and completely unable to speak. But he also knew it was a moment where speaking would be the worst. He at least learned something: wait until spoken to and at that moment he felt it. He felt his lessons more than ever before. He was scared, shaking but he trusted his Master. It was the only pillar left standing in the world that just collapsed. In grave silence something finally moved in him. He was not there yet, dear readers, but something happened and for the boy it felt like a bliss. If even just for a moment. And Sir sensed it. Without revealing any feelings (but we know, dear readers, something was there in Sir’s mind and heart… we know!) he ordered the boy to clean up the mess on the floor, to lick up the spit and pre-cum. This time it tasted horrible, it almost made him throw up as he cleaned signs of his pleasure. His own puny pleasure. It was so wrong that what once was sweet young boy’s pre-cum turned into bitter, cold slime. Yes this reminder of his pleasure (was it really pleasure? Could this really be called pleasure if Sir could not hear his boy begging for his cum, making him spunk as he loudly expressed his need to taste Sir’s spunk? What is pleasure without Sir?) and only his actually changed taste. Everything changed – the way the room smelled, the way he smelled, the way time flew… He remained there in a shock, slowly regaining senses and ability to think. Feeling his own dirty body fluid helped – it focused his brain again on what really mattered to him. His Sir, his Master and His cold but amazingly calm, quite voice: “You have been a bad girl. Nothing but a lousy cock sucking slut. You have failed me. And failings need to be disciplined. Bad dirty bitches need to be disciplined. And you really are a stupid, silly bitch. Aren't you?" "Yes Master." "Yes Master. What?" "Yes Master. I am a stupid bitch who has failed you. I should be disciplined for failing you. Please punish me Sir as you see fit, Sir.“ Words were honest, meant and the boy knew it is punishment he needed. To be able to progress, not dwell on his mistake but also to reach a new stage of submission. He knew there is something more, he sensed it but could still not express it completely (“What is that strange burning feeling in me? Is it … Can I really share this with Him?…”). Something still held him back. Why? He wanted it, craved it, worked for it but there was still a trace of his past in his brain. Sir knew this, understood this and had ways of erasing that silly sense of pride, illusion of being a man. He also knew the time has come for the boy to embrace it all. Because the boy needed to say it, feel it, experience it. And not just as a burn inside him, but as an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure radiating from all his body, mind and soul. The boy was ready. Sir put a leash on his collar and led him like a disobedient bitch from the place of his misery to a place completely controlled by Master. A place where Master never let anyone to control even the simplest choice. His bedroom. There he was …

03-06-2017, 02:11 PM	#12
slaveboy28 Member Join Date: Sep 2016 Location: Slave school Posts: 66 Blog Entries: 42	There he was - Chapter V There he was – Chapter V There he was in Sir’s bedroom, kneeling and waiting. “Now boy, let us try this again,” said Sir in a voice that once again surprised the boy who was already expecting a hard spanking or a long, painful ball and nipple torture session. (No dear readers, do not act surprised. He dreamed of that too. Yes he dreamed not only of pleasure but also of pain, humiliation, degradation. It was all in his brain.) “Put my cock back in your mouth!” And the boy did as told. Let Sir’s cock rest in his mouth for almost a minute, tasting the salty sweat cock he dreamed of … but then his own hornyness overtook him again. But it was not just lust it was once again his desire to prove himself, to prove Sir he can do it. Suck properly, do the job he was destined to do. Suck every single cock he could get to completion. Was it not what Sir wanted? Was it not what he was there for? To please? To make Sir spunk? And it was then, when Sir’s strong hand slapped his face hard. “What did I tell you, boy? Did I tell you to suck?" Sir demanded. “Wait…What, why? … But I thought… Why? What am I doing wrong?” – words overheated his brain, tears of humiliation and anger started flowing again as he repositioned himself and opened up his mouth again. He was frustrated but determined not to move again. But why did Sir want him to give another chance? As he accepted Sir’s cock he realised it was from getting another chance. Sir wanted something else. He wanted him to be his urinal and he always took what He wanted, letting go of His piss – strong, dark, man piss that just kept going and going, making the boy all wet, dirty, smelly and utterly disgraced. The boy was surprised. “Oh but I thought this is what you wanted or was it bitch?! You, you, you…Learn slut!! Learn! Listen! Do! Just fucking listen!” Sir kept going, pissing, letting the boy choke on his piss that was now running down the boy’s body. Marking him in a way even the boy could not be prepared for. Yes, he wanted Sir’s piss, he wanted to be marked, but he still imagined it will be a gentle stream, almost a beauty shower. It will be as nice as a drop of piss he could lick off Sir’s shoes when they met hours ago. Again everything changed: “How could it change so fast? Sir.. he can control everything…”. Yes, so naïve and inexperienced he was, dear readers. But in these challenging moments for the boy we must trust Sir and trust also the boy. Trust them both they will reach what they both wanted. We all know that the taste of Sir’s piss was far from what the boy imagined. Because it was an angry, humiliating, sharp piss. A strong, constant, yes, dominant stream. The boy was drenched, his body wet with piss that proved him again what a maggot he is. Nothing but a toilet, nothing but a latrine for Sir. He dared not to object and just let the stream stop and dry on his bare body. But what he found appropriate was to kiss Sir’s cockhead – not sexually but really just as an act of … hmm ... gratitude? rules being always respected? … appreciation of pain and pleasure? … or really just slowly what was only true … his slave mind working in a way expected? The boy, although, did not have time to dwell on such questions, nor did they really cross him. He surrendered his body as Sir lifted him up and threw him on the bed. This scared him. His Sir’s strength brought shivers through his body but still… still he did not feel like running away. He made the right choice coming to that dimly lit bar after waiting for so long. He did! He knew he did even though this first meeting now went into a completely different direction. But he trusted his Sir and although he was now scared and understood this was only a star. That the real punishment will be no gentle erotic spanking he still felt somewhat complete. Sir bent over and attached the boy’s arms and legs to the bed, ensured he was tight so he could not move, patted his boy gently on the ass and left the room. The boy was left, naked, exposed and what was the worst with nothing but his thoughts. He was back in the van. Moments felt like hours. Silence was deafening and the boy’s body started to feel uncomfortable. As he began to shake from the heat, anticipation and fear you could really see the pathetic bitch hidden in him – smelling of piss, saliva and spit. He was left there to sweat. When Sir returned He knew the boy was now well prepared to take another step. He was sweaty, nervous but most of all willing to listen. And hopefully talk. So Sir asked in a calm but demanding voice: “Now, boy…where were we?” “I … I was … I am a stupid bitch who has failed you. I should be disciplined for failing you, Sir”. “Yes, boy, but do explain what you did wrong? I want to hear it! Loud and clear!” The boy started mumbling, trying to explain something but before he could really answer the paddle came down with brutal force against the skin of his exposed ass, spanked just an hour ago. He was not prepared for such a blow and let out a sharp cry of pain mixed with surprise. The pain was extreme. "Oh shit! . . . Fuck!....Fuck! Aaaaaa" It was not an answer Master was expecting so he said again, "What have you done wrong, boy?!” Paddle again… And again… And again…. “I failed… Sir….” “Failed at what, boy?” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “I could not suck your cock Sir, I could not make it spunk Sir. I failed to bring you that ultimate pleasure Sir” “Now we are getting somewhere, boy. But I still think you need to think a bit more. Use your brain, boy…” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Nothing?” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The blows kept landing on the boy. Swift, hard blows that achieved quite the opposite effect you may have expected, dear readers. The boy simply got into pretending mode again – letting the paddle land on his body as he tried to make puny excuses… “I am sorry Sir, but I tried … I tried Sir … I did everything you taught me Sir … everything Sir”. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “So it is my fault boy? I taught you wrong??!!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Now those words hurt the boy more than the lashes that kept coming and coming. The boy knew Sir was right. Never did Sir make a wrong decision, He always knew how to make His boy more and more submissive, more and more dependent. He guided him for so long to the point of no return, where the only thing this bitch could do was say Yes Master. Accepting his role in the world - to serve and obey. It was time to hear it…. Soon, my dear readers. Yes, Sir was always right and instead of making more excuse that made him actually hate himself – he never took the easy way, he did not want to lie, he did not want to shift blame, never – he just opened up his mouth for Sir who gagged him with His underwear. The one He prepared specially for the meeting in the bar. Worn, sweaty, full of His man smells and piss marks. And a cherry on top – a nice skid mark. And they were now stuffed deep in the boy’s mouth. “I bet he did not expect this,” Sir wondered as He saw the boy’s reaction. But all He said is "You have been a very bad little bitch. You must learn what my needs are… You must learn never to question me and my methods, you must learn to accept I am your Master. And I know better. Always boy!" With that, Master brought the paddle down to his exposed flesh. Harder than the last blows. If that was even possible. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The pain and the surprise made the boy scream into his gag. He squirmed in his bindings but to no avail. The blows kept coming and he could not escape them. He was there to take them, endure but at the same time think on what Sir said, on how his words hurt Sir, on how his pathetic excuses caused such a disaster. He was so extremely sorry, he felt so ashamed of himself. He did something much worse than he thought … it was not a lousy suck… it was something much more important … Now he started to realise it. Slowly and through pain that never stopped. He started crying, sobbing until he could not even do that. He simply counted the strokes in his head until his brain could not process it anymore. But he understood… He understood now…. The boy was shivering in pain but was also in a completely different world. One he has not experienced before. One so extremely liberating, so full of meaning. He understood…. he understood. Yes this time he was so close to really embrace his Master’s teachings. And Sir knew it, he also understood the boy was nearly there. At the stage where Sir will be able to say: There he was. Just a tiny bit more and he will reach the point of total submission – of ultimate happiness. For both of them. Sir put down the paddle, observed the boy and very carefully examined the results of his work. He may have wanted to teach the boy a lesson, but, again dear readers, he was no sadist. He knew when and where to stop. He really knew everything. Sir was always right. It was the right moment to bring the boy back into reality, not just physically but also mentally. Show him who did this to him, make him say it. Make him say it because he feels it. This time, Sir was sure, the boy will do the right thing. He gently touched his bruised skin, ran his fingers all over the boy’s used body and placed one over his lips, signalling not to speak when He removes the gag, now soaked with boy’s spit. The boy just nodded and remained quiet, coming back to earth. He cried silent tears that came from the depths of his soul and gently sobbed as Sir comforted him. “Relax, calm down, it is Ok, you are safe. I am here boy.” And he saw Sir in a different light. Yes – Sir was there, there He was, everything was as it should be. He was spent, used and tired but it was all worth it. The boy was fulfilled, content, finally liberated from fears, shame and resistance. His heart stopped pounding and his breathing slowly returned to normal. “Now, calm down and just listen to my voice. Let yourself go, just say what is on your mind boy. I know you can do it, boy, my boy…What have you learned today?" Sir asked and the boy really did not rush with an answer but simply let the words come out. The words he could not say before this hard, long, painful session. The words he only muttered before and was still to afraid to say them out loud. Yes, Sir always knew what is best for His boys. “To obey, serve and please. And to obey without doubts, without questions. To serve without wanting to get anything back in return. To please without any preconceived ideas of what should be good for Sir. It is not about me, my ego or my needs. It is about letting it all go and serve the way Sir wants. It is about you Sir, how you want it. How you need it. Whenever you need it. It is not failing at sucking cock it is failing at doing as told, Sir. Failing to listen and obey, be focused on you and you only Sir. I am so sorry Sir. I am your boy, your girl, your slave. I am anything you want me to be, Sir.” Tears again… “Good boy! My good naughty boy.” Whispered Sir as he secretly congratulated himself on achieving the plan that made him wait a bit longer then he would have normaly wanted, taking sideways with the van that brought the boy to his house. But it was necessary. He really wanted the boy to be ready just as He wanted him, his mind completely relaxed and free from the outside world, completely focused on Sir, His body and His pleasure. And now there he was, there they were. A blush… A smile… Sir untied him, hugged him and allowed the boy to rest on his moobs, just gently caressing his body as tears of joy tickled Masters amazing chest. He felt the boy’s acceptance and watched with pride and happiness how both of their cocks slowly hardened and revealed their burning desire. And it burned far stronger than all the stings and bruises. The boy softly but naughtily kissed Sir’s nipple, moved his head to Sir’s ear and in a quite, seductive voice whispered the only words appropriate: “Please Sir, fuck me Sir. Fuck my tight hole for the very first time. Make me yours Sir, please.”. Yes, it was the right moment. The one Sir was waiting for and the one that simply could not be missed or postponed. It was the moment to burry His hard, throbbing cock deep down into the boy’s pussy. He simply rolled the boy over and in one fast, hard, merciless thrust penetrated His boy. His property. “Aaaaaaa…fucccckkk” screamed the boy as Sir’s cock brutally entered him and forced himself in his burning ass. “Take it bitch. Take it bitch." Sir groaned as he dug His cock even deeper into the boy’s wet warm behind. The boy thought He was going to rip his insides and break him but as he got adjusted to this merciless rhythm the pain slowly turned to pleasure. Yes the pain of this wild, grizzly attack turned into pleasure he never experienced before. Pleasure they were both waiting for. Months and not just days, hours or minutes spent in a van. Each thrust got deeper and deeper, expanding his tight virgin ass. “Yes, boy… fucking take my Man cock. Take it boy”. The boy relaxed, opened up, accepted the gift of Sir’s cock buried deep in him. They could not be any closer, they could not be more together. Sir was now marking him for ever, for life. It was a choice they both made, it was something they both worked so long and so hard. “Yes, Sir.. please Sir, fuck me Sir, please Sir, breed me Sir, pleaseeee….aaaaaaa… please make me yours Sir” Sir was breathing heavily as the boy’s cunt started to squeeze and milk His cock. It was an ultimate mixture of pain and pleasure the boy longed for and it was an act of complete control for Sir that brought Him over the edge. Filling His boy’s pussy with His precious spunk He said the magic words “cum for me boy” and the boy erupted in spasms that made Sirs cock twitch, draining it completely. Sir, wasted and exhausted from this rough fuck filled with emotions and love, rolled over, silently allowed the boy to clean His cock – to get a taste of His spunk for the very first time. It was another ultimate reward for the boy and he made sure not a trace was left on Sir’s cock. He gulped it all down, made Sir’s cock shine and said a loud, proud “Thank you Sir”. He really felt proud and he did as he was told. And tasting Sir’s spunk was a milestone. For both of them. “Good boy, you did well”, said Sir and reached for the plug … “We need to save some of that lube for tomorrow don’t we, boy?” … With a nasty plop the plug slid in the boys spunk-filled pussy as Sir pulled him up, kissed him and embraced him with all his body. They lay there speechless for a while before drifting to sleep…. There he was, fucked Master’s property. There he was, freed, liberated, happy. There they were. And it was only the beginning… *** Dear getDare users, Thank you for reading the latest two chapters. Please be so kind to comment and leave feedback. It is welcomed and highly aprreciated. boy A

03-16-2017, 10:22 AM	#13
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Well boy, don't keep me waiting to read chapter VI. (There he was, waiting at the railway station for his Master's train to arrive, excited and very horny......would he get another mind blowing orgasm like he hoped for.......could he do better and serve his Master, taking care of all his needs and gain his reward?) Last edited by m55uk4younger; 03-16-2017 at 10:28 AM.

03-16-2017, 11:48 AM	#14
slaveboy28 Member Join Date: Sep 2016 Location: Slave school Posts: 66 Blog Entries: 42	There he was – Chapter VI There he was – Chapter VI There he was buying the tickets for cinema. It was a morning screening and the place looked empty apart from a few seemingly lost American tourists who clearly decided it was not a day to go sightseeing. He did not expect this to happen after such a long and rough night but Sir decided to give the boy a little break. Or at least so he thought as he was allowed to leave the finger nails unvarnished and wear clothes again. (Yes, Sir knew how to calm the boy down, but He also had other plans. After all, this Fucked Master’s Property still had his collar on and showed no notion of running away. What a horny, dirty slut he became, craving for cock, cum and piss. Anytime, anywhere.) No, no underwear. Why are you even asking this, dear readers? A slave is a slave and his genitals always need to be within Master’s reach. Just like his pussy - always lubed and waiting to get penetrated, used, fucked. The boy felt good to be able to smell the air again and after the kind lady at the counter had not noticed his spiked slave collar or his always hard and completely smooth “it” life seemed a bit better. (Sir always reminded him how taking a boy’s pubic hair is an important step in dominating him and helping him to give up his silly feelings of independence. Besides, a smooth boy is sexy as hell. And this boy now complied without objections and was always smooth and shaved. Not only did he start to hate the dirty hair that made him feel like he was trying to be a man - something he was definitely not - but he he also wanted to be as fuckable as possible for his Master). He returned to Sir with a big smile, revealing the “I just got fucked by the most amazing person I have ever met” thought that kept his brain busy for most of the short journey. This kinky smile made Sir hard again but He decided not to act on it. He let the boy enjoy his little moment before He gets what He planned for so long. “Thank you, boy”. The boy almost choked when Sir used this word in a manner he considered much too loud for such a quite place. So a polite “You are welcome, Sir” was immediately followed by a frightened examination of the place which luckily revealed no unwanted looks. At least the Cowboy standing nearest to this average looking but very kinky couple surely paid no attention. After all politeness is something Americans and especially Americans from the south understand more then any other nation. Huh.. the air was clean. “Now, let us go to the restrooms, we do not want to get up during the film, do we?”. So, they went, Sir still carrying his black shopping bag and the boy properly following Him two steps behind. When they reached the restrooms Sir gave the bag to the boy and told him to do his best and try not to make a mess. “Oh and one more thing, this bag is for you, boy. Do give me a favour and dress properly boy. You will find all instructions inside”. The boy mumbled a quiet “Yes, Sir”, turned crimson red and headed into an empty stall. With trembling hands he closed the door but left it unlocked, just as he was trained to do. This always gave him shivers, as he never knew who may try to enter this place of intimacy. How could he ever explain his shaved useless little genitals or his sign now having an additional word “Fucked”? What would real Men think if they saw a bar code on his thighs? What would they think of him humping the toilet? He took a deep breath and reached into the bag. Before he could feel the promised instructions his hands touched a slippery “thing”, resembling a cock “No, He could not have…. Oh my! .. Why? Why is he doing this to me? And why do I secretly like it?”. Although he tried to explain the situation he was in, the need to know what will happen to him in just a few seconds was so much stronger that he simply abandoned his darkest thoughts and searched further. At last he was able to find a large peace of paper with the following words: Good boy, I bet you are shaking now, reading this as your Master is enjoying his piss. Like a Man. Standing. I bet you are listening, hearing the strong stream hitting the urinal as the drops spray all over the place. And I am sure there were many who pissed this way in a booth you are in, and not many were as attractive as I am. Some even took a nasty dump over there. People can be so nasty sometimes. Do take a look around, smell the place, think how pathetic you are doing all this, think what a dirty boy you are looking at all those stains. Yes, I know how many there are. You see, I was right again and I am sure just all this talking and perving made your pathetic dicklet hard. Do not fucking touch it boy. Take your hands off!!! But do not let this prevent you from peeing. Stop reading and do it. Pee for me. But first … kiss the rim, boy! Yes, you read it right. Why? Because I want it! Give it a long wet kiss, show the rim how much you like it. How much you like the fact even the rim on a Man’s toilet gets more pussy than you ever will…. Now boy!! …. Good. You see this was not so bad. I imagine you enjoyed it even. I know how much you like being close to Men and their scents and this must be such a reward for a dirty perv like you. Yes, blush for me…. Now sit down and pee. Yes, boy, facing the wall, exposing that hot ass of yours. Wiggle with it! Again!! You never know when I might enter. Oh, by the way, you did not lock the door did you? Of course you did not, good boy! …. So, this is sorted. Now reach for my present boy and shove it where it belongs. I want you plugged and I only hope you lubed up well, as it is a bit bigger than you are used to, you see you need to learn. Just do not play with it too much, it may spoil the surprise…. The boy was now in agony, scared, almost crying and the sight of a big sized plug only made him panic more. But why was “it” so hard? Why was there no resistance? He simply obeyed and showed this black rubber toy up his sweaty ass. It was in no way easy and it took him quite some time but at the end the plug slid in. Just comfortably enough to make this always horny boy feel full again but at the same time reminded what his holes were made for: cocks! Good, I hope you are enjoying it. I know, I know… it is not my hard, throbbing cock but it should do. For now!! Time for your nipple clamps. Make them tight but not too tight. Just enough to feel them during this short 3 hours. Oh.. you thought the movie was shorter? I am sorry boy, I must have made a mistake…. I hope you read this so far… Let me check. A good loud Thank you Sir will do. “Thank you Sir” came a sound from the stalls, heard only by his proud Master and the Cowboy who just did not seem to be surprised or bothered by this strange “talking toilet”. It probably was a European thing. They both shrugged and started washing hands. Glad you obeyed, we all enjoyed it so much. Yes, you were heard boy. It is quite a crowd here I must say. We are all expecting you already so take that last item out of the bag and open the door… Why are you asking this, of course you tighten those clamps a bit more… Yes this will do. One more thing, boy! Do not forget to kiss the rim again before flushing. Say thank you to the toilet and leave it as you found it. Lol, I know you cleaned it a bit, do not be ashamed. You were born to serve real Men and it is a nice gesture to clean a toilet for us. Just make sure there is not a drop of your boy boy pee or even your pre-cum left… yes I know you can not help yourself boy… A flush was heard just as Sir started to dry his hands. Soon the boy will reach into a bag for the last time and find a small round object. “Fuck, this will keep me hard for ages. I can not possibly… Not in a cinema…” But he did, he put the cock ring on, zipped up his new tight trousers, reread the message, making sure he did not miss anything and exited the stall. No one was there, apart from his Sir, grinning at his face flushed with fear and excitement. “Good boy, here is a treat for you to enjoy during the movie, a custom made one”, said Sir and handed him a bottle of Lucozade. It was warm and the boy instantly recognised what this “gift” was. Not a word again apart from “Thank you Sir”. “Time for the movie, boy. I can see you are already very excited, haha!” They headed for the hall; a big, self confident and self assured Man and a young, shaky and very strangely walking boy, barely hiding his hard “it”. Or should we say Master’s property? This will surely be a thriller mumbled the boy, letting us all doubt whether he was actually referring to the movie. They sat down in the darkest corner and waited for the projection to start. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” “Take a seat, I am sure MY boy won’t mind a Cowboy sitting next to him. Will you, boy? Now, let him pass, show some kindness, take his leather jacket and excuse yourself for being so excited. I know you can not wait for the movie to start but you should learn to behave.” Gulp!

03-23-2017, 11:55 AM	#15
slaveboy28 Member Join Date: Sep 2016 Location: Slave school Posts: 66 Blog Entries: 42	There he was – Chapter VII There he was – Chapter VII There he was trapped between his wonderful, steaming hot Master and an elderly Texas Cowboy who obviously enjoyed this new found attraction. It was much better than any sightseeing and he was glad to notice the couple as they were standing next to him and even happier of Sir’s invitation to have some fun and simply play along. How could he refuse this? After all it was quite a while since his wife gave him the pleasure of an orgasm and he was already begging for some release. Not that the boy will be much help but a quickly planned, improvised performance will be just enough to bring the Cowboy over the edge. As you can see, dear readers, Sir was not only very protective and wanted the boy to focus only on His dick but He also wanted to control the Cowboy just enough to understand there can only be one Master. One true Alpha, one Master, one who decides. And He decided! A quick blowjob was thus out of the question but as soon as they all sat down and the lights turned off Sir unbuckled his belt, took the boy’s hand and strapped it to the seat. The Cowboy followed suit and before the boy could respond to this quick and very well organised “assault” he was already strapped to the chair. Clamped and plugged, scared to the bones, his eyes begging his Master. “Boy, I suggest you not to make a sound. You do not want to attract too much attention do you? Yes, I thought so. See, I always know what you want and I know you want this, you need this. I know your deepest, darkest wishes. I know “it” betrays you….. yes… you are fucking hard again…. what a dirty slut…. You cannot even control your body anymore. And you think you are a man? Haha. With a plug in your pussy no one would ever believe you… Now apologise to the Cowboy and I want this to be a bit more than just a simple “excuse me Sir”. Actions, not words, boy…. I know there is not much you can offer at the moment so think carefully….” Sir’s whisper made the boy even hornier and his useless dick was twitching now, still trapped in his tight jeans. Argh, he could not even adjust “it” to hide his humiliating bulge…. He began to sweat, tried even to move a bit but it was all in vain. He really was trapped and making loud movements could only bring a bigger disaster. He counted to ten, tried to relax and leaned towards the Cowboy. “I am sorry Sir for being so excited, I … I …. I am… I can not control myself… because I am … I am so sorry you have to sit next to me… “ The Cowboy did not seem to be impressed and the boy was already seeing Sir’s reaction so he once again whispered: “Please Sir… I want to make my Master proud Sir… I want Him to enjoy this ahm… movie Sir … so please .. use me … use me as a…. “gulp” … use me as you see fit for a dirty, horny slut like me.” Now this finally made the Cowboy smile… “Please Sir, torture my girlie clamped nipples Sir, make me feel your strong hands groping my body. Play with my plug Sir… and please, Sir, please, scratch my useless little genitals. The itch is killing me Sir, please…” “Fuck, the boy really is in heat”, thought the Cowboy, spat in the boy’s face and told him to “move your fucking dirty lips away from my face. I do not want to smell your breath. I bet you were licking the toilets just moments ago. I know how you sluts think and seeing you using the stalls can only mean one thing: a piss pig. So, move your god damn face away. Now, boy!” The boy did as told as the Cowboy’s gobble dribbled down his face towards his tight purple t-shirt, making an embarrassing mess. Master nodded, smiled, adjusted His hardening cock and winked at the Cowboy who understood the signal and unzipped the boys jeans to reveal his useless cock. He took “it” in his hands and slowly started jerking it, playing with it…gently at first but than tightening the grip, making the boy squeal. Sir gave the boy a nasty look, reached in His pocket and showed His worn, dirty, sweaty sock into the boys mouth. “That should keep you quiet”. The torture could now continue with Cowboy’s hand squeezing boy’s tiny balls, playing with the nipple clamps, making the boy hurt. He sweated like this for an hour, not knowing whether to focus on his dick (“do not spunk, do not spunk, do not spunk”), his aching nipples or a plug being forced in and out of his tight ass. He was in agony, sweating profoundly, breathing heavily into the sock, inhaling the manly scents of his Master. The sock reeked of sweat, foot juices and a weeks constant wear. And even this made the boy harder, hotter, hornier. He was begging with his eyes for some release as the Cowboy edged him again …. and again …. and again …. bringing him so close to a full blown orgasm… so close… but not close enough. Yes, this Cowboy was an expert in long edging session and they made his own cock so extremely hard. One more stroke, just one more…. the boy was in agony. He was almost there, he wanted to spunk but at the same time he knew not to. Never without Sir’s permission. It was not his cock anymore. It was Sir’s cock. He was Fucked Master’s Property. Aaaaarrgghhh…. so close….. Everything stopped. He came back to senses, realised he is in the middle of a cinema, his useless clit dripping with pre-cum, his Master discretely masturbating, obviously enjoying the show, enjoying the boy’s mixture of pain and pleasure. “Shhh, boy! It’s ok… Calm down… breath boy. You are doing good boy, you are making your Master very proud. Here, let me help you with the sock… take a breath boy. I bet you are wondering why I am doing this to you. But I think you learned your lesson yesterday, boy. It is not about you, it is about me. And seeing you all horned up, wetting the chair with your sweat, drooling from your mouth, obeying my orders in such a public place. For this nice American gentleman. All this, boy, is making me very hard. Sticky and wet, you naughty little boy.” The boy’s eyes glistened in the darkness and he greedily accepted his Master’s finger, licking off all the pre-cum his Master produced. He suckled on a finger for a while, caught his breath and was rewarded with a bottle of his favourite drink, specially prepared just for him. Sir brought the bottle to his mouth and the boy started drinking Sir’s piss, cold and a bit stale but still so incredibly tasty. He gulped it down as best as he could before Sir emptied the bottle all over his nice designer shirt and his useless little genitals. “Thank you Sir” was heard before the sock returned to the boy’s dirty mouth. “Time for round two, boy!”. This time both of the Men groped him, started using and abusing him, his body, his ass and his useless little genitals. They kept him on the edge for another hour, alternating their moves, exploring his body, twitching, poking, tickling, biting him and leaving deep red marks on his neck. “It” was on fire, ready to explode any second. “Go for it, Cowboy” said Sir and the Cowboy reached for his cock, still hidden in his trousers and almost in a second blew his giant load all over the boy’s tied body. And that sent Sir over the edge as well, following his new found friend’s performance he soaked the boy’s clothes with his spunk. Both of the Men collapsed into their seats, teased the boy a bit more, gently tickling his throbbing cock before releasing him of the sock. “Thank you Master, thank you Sir,” promptly responded the boy hoping he may get his release as well. But at that very moment the closing credits started rolling and the Cowboy simply opened the plastic soda glass and poured the melting ice all over the boy’s cock. “Mmmmm…” whimpered the boy through his lips as Sir zipped up his jeans and untied him. “Cool, Cowboy, lol” There he was, wet with spit, piss and cum, with his burning genitals melting the ice as the lights turned up. The Men stood up, told to boy to put on his jacket and headed for the exit. He followed a few seconds later with a poorly hidden wet stain and met the satisfied Men outside. The Cowboy winked at the boy, gave him a slap on his bum, thanked Sir for such a wonderful present and left. “Good boy, time to go shopping…” Shopping??!!