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A new slave


CHAPTER 1 – Daniel gets k**napped


I have never considered myself as straight or gay, I just don't know. I
guess I just go with the norm, you know, it's expected of you to be with
the opposite sex.

Let me start by introducing myself, my name is Daniel. I'm about five foot
six inches, eighteen and very skinny and always have been. I have fairly
short brown hair and some people say slightly feminine looks. I'm extremely
shy around just about everyone and don't have many friends. I'm fanatical
about star wars, dungeon and dragons and Marvel comics. Yep, you guessed
it, I'm a geek. You have probably also guessed (correctly) that I get
bullied a lot at school, by both sex's. I'm weak, physically and mentally.
High school was hell for me. My father died when I was just 5 and my mother
raised me on her own. She was very protective of me often fighting my
battles at school, that just seemed make things worse, so I stopped telling
her when I got in trouble.

You're probably wondering how an eighteen year old could not know about his
sexuality, I mean most kinds tend to figure it out at puberty. The problem
is I've never had any friends to discover that sort of thing with. I've
always been a loner and prefer my own company anyway. I always found girls
to be intimidating and considering I've been beaten up by a few in my life
to me they really are. I do notice the pretty ones, you know, the ones that
all the media and advertising deem as worthy but as far as me dating one?
That ship would never sail. Not because I don't want to, more like they
wouldn't come within a million miles of me.

So anyway it's hot in class today. The country's going through a freak
heatwave and all the windows are open in an attempt keep the room cool, it
isn't working. Everybody in the class are there fanning themselves with
books or what ever they can find. This lesson is media studies which I
quite enjoy but the heat is getting to us all and no one seems to be that
enthusiastic today.

I'm suddenly aware that my cock is fully erect. You could probably put it
down to hormones or my age, or both but my cock seems to have a mind of its
own lately. I will pop a boner without even thinking anything sexual and
today it's decided to come to life in the middle of class! I think I must
have groaned with the frustration as several heads turned round to look at
me. I look away from them and keep myself close to the desk so no one can
see my embarrassment.

It's thirty minutes later and I still have the boner, it just won't go
down. I'm going to have to do something about it. Fortunately it's lunch
break after this class so I'll head to the toilets and deal with it there.

Theres a ringing in my ears, class has ended. I hang back and wait till
every one has left before I pick up my course books and cover my groin with
them. Even so it's still not easy to completely hide my arousal. This is
due to a) being very skinny, b) wearing boxers and c) having a nine inch
cock. Put all these together and you can understand why my bulge is very
prominent.

I make my way down the corridor towards the nearest toilets walking quite
briskly, as I round the corner I suddenly bump into Shane Anderson and Joe
McNeil, I freeze knowing full well what is about to happen next.

Shane and Joe are out and out bullies, they love to torment me, stealing my
books, roughing me up and generally reducing me to tears, for some reason
they just love to see me cry. They would actively seek me out to have some
of what they call fun with me, often waiting after college at the gates or
somewhere along my route home. How they found out where I live I'll never
know, they must have followed me one time. Shane is tall, around six foot
and sports a swimmers build, his strong arms are more than a match for my
weak little body. He's handsome too, with a cropped hair and slight wispy
beard. Joe on the other hand is much thinner, not as skinny as me but not
far off. The ginger mop on his head looks like it has never seen a comb or
brush his entire life. His face isn't what you'd call handsome but more
cute with a pointed upturned nose and freckles. He is fairly scruffy too
always wearing a hoodie and trackies.

"Hey look, it's the weed," Shane announces.

"Hey weed, where you off to in a hurry?" he asks. I back away nervously. I
know they won't try any thing in the corridor as there are too many people
around.

"I think he's going to start crying again," Joe says.

"Leave me alone," I manage to say but my throat is dry and it comes out
squeaky.

"Not until you tell us where you're going?" Shane booms and precedes to
knock the books out of my hand. As he does so the books s**tter on the
floor and his hand catches my erection causing it to bounce under the
fabric of my trousers.

"What the fuck!" Joe says.

I've had enough. I quickly pick up my books, expecting them to grab me but
they seem to be bewildered. I take my opportunity and run past them.

I run round a corner and into the nearest toilets, hoping they didn't see
me. God damn, my cock is still rock hard! I make my way into a cubicle and
wait for the sound of the door to open. Ten minutes pass and it's still
quiet, I relax but my cock still has other ideas. I really do need to jack
off now as it's really aching from being hard so long.

I drop my trousers and underwear, sit on the toilet and begin to stroke my
unbelievably hard cock, I have never known it get this rigid before. I get
very close and can feel my cum building up in my groin. Suddenly toilet
door opens and I freeze, I listen intently but apart from a dripping tap I
can't hear a thing. I wait a while but still everything is quiet, did
someone come in or not? To make sure I bend down and look under the stalls
but I can't see any feet, there's no one in here, I breathe a sigh of
relief.

I stand up and face the toilet bowl not wanting to cum over my clothes. I
stroke my cock then hear a crash.

"OW! FUCK!"

Someone's in the next cubicle! I look up just in time to see some fingers
on the top of the divider disappear, then the sound of footsteps running
and the toilet door opening. Someone was watching me! My heart start's
racing and I feel panic wash over me. What if they report me? Shit, I would
be in serious trouble. I quickly pull up my pants and trousers and gingerly
open the cubicle door. I look around but it's all quiet so I walk out and
look in the next cubicle, there's no one there. As I exit the toilets I
look down the corridor, everything seems normal. Other students mill around
going from room to room or just chatting to friends. No body looks at me
and I sort of feel a little relieved.

For the rest of that day during class I can't help thinking about what had
happened. The very Idea that someone had seen my cock aroused me getting me
hard. I can't stop thinking about it. It was obviously a boy, it happened
in the boy's toilets. What would it be like to have another boy watch me
wank? What would it be like to watch another boy wank? What would it be
like to wank each other? OH FUCK! Am I gay??? Stop it Daniel! Get a grip on
yourself, get back to the lesson. I can't, my imagination is running away
with me and so are my hormones.

The final bell rings and all the other students head off home but I have an
evening class to attend. When I arrive at the class I find my teacher has
taken Ill and class has been cancelled, cursing under my breath I head home
myself.

My route home takes me through some woods which are usually pretty quiet. I
often fantasise about stripping all my clothes off and running through them
naked but I know in reality I would never have the courage to do such a
thing. I don't know if it's the idea of being naked outdoors that thrills
me or the risk of being seen, or caught. What ever the reason the latter is
always enough of a deterrent for me not to do it. As I walk I'm still
troubled by my thoughts on what happened earlier. Maybe whoever it was have
reported me but surely I would have been summoned to the principles office
before home time. Thankfully my cock is now soft and I try to keep it out
of my head.

I can hear footsteps behind me, running, coming towards me. Before I can
react I'm grabbed by both my arms.

"Got ya!"

Shit it's Shane and Joe. I struggle but their grip is too strong. I'm
scared.

"Get him over here," Shane says.

I'm dragged through some thicket and they back me against a tree. They then
pull my arms around my back and tie them round a tree.

"What are you doing?" I cry.

"Shut up faggot! We want to see that big cock of yours," Joe says.

"Why don't we blindfold him?" Shane suggests.

"No, please don't," I plead panicking.

Joe removes my school tie and wraps it round my head. I try to shake my
head to stop him but his grip is too strong. I can't see a thing. I feel my
shirt being tugged out my trousers and unbuttoned. At the same time my belt
buckle is undone, my trousers unzipped and soon they are around my
ankles. I hope to god I don't get a boner. Fingers are now prying under the
waistband of my boxers and soon they are around my ankles. A cool breeze
blows around my exposed groin causing my testicles to retract and I
suddenly feel extremely exposed.

"It doesn't look that big," I hear Joe say.

"He's not hard yet," Shane replies.

I gasp as I feel fingers stroke my cock and to my dismay my cock expands
rapidly. I can't believe how nice it feels for someone to play with my
cock. I never imagined it would feel like this. Even so my common sense is
telling me this is wrong and I feel incredibly humiliated.

"Please stop," I plead.

"Fuck man, what are you doing? Dude you're playing with his cock" I hear
Joe giggle.

"I want to see it hard," Shane says.

Within seconds my cock is rock hard.

"Wow that's huge," Shane gasps.

"Fuck yeah, wank him off man lets see him shoot," Joe suggests.

I feel my cock being tugged and I groan in protest.

"Please don't," I keep pleading but they're not listening.

I can't believe how quickly my orgasm is building, I try to stifle it but
it's out of my control. My body starts to shake and every muscle in my body
tenses.

"Urrrrghhhh fuck!" I cry as my cock spasms and I shoot my load.

"FUCK YEAH!" I hear Shane shout, "Oh man that's awesome!"

I keep spurting as Shane keeps wanking me.

"Did you see how far he shot?" Joe asks.

"Yeah man, fucking awesome!" Shane replies.

"That's made me harder than wood," Joe says.

"Fuck! Someones coming!" I hear Shane say, "Run!"

I protest, "No don't leave me here, wait!"

But I hear their footsteps run off into the distance. Everything goes quiet
and I suddenly feel really vulnerable. I hear a twig break and footsteps
move towards me, my heart begins to race.

"Hello?" I call out.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" I hear a voice say.

He sounds mature, his voice is deep, silky and smooth, I shiver.

"Hey Mr, can you help me?" I ask.

"Who did this to you?" He asked.

I didn't want him to know I was being bullied so I just say, "Some boy's
were just fooling around."

"Well young man," he says, "you're just what I've been looking for so
please forgive me for this."

Forgive him for what? I feel an almighty thud on my head.

* * *

It's dark, my head hurts. Ow! My head really hurts. I open my eyes but it's
still dark, I can feel something covering them. I feel groggy. Where am I?
Got to pull this thing off my face but I can't move my arms. What the fuck?
I pull again, I hear the rattle of chains. Suddenly I'm completely awake,
panic sets in. Oh my god! I'm tied up!

I begin to scream but it sounds muffled, my mouth feels full. Huh?
Something is in my mouth stopping any sound from coming out. It feels round
like someone has put a cricket ball there. I begin to pull frantically at
the chains. my arms are above my head, I can feel something around my
wrists. I explore with my fingers and can feel leather and the cold hard
steel of the chains. I realise that I'm hanging by them and my arms are
aching. I can feel the floor beneath my feet so I push down and soon I'm
standing, my arms welcoming some relief. I try to pull at the chains harder
but they stay fast. My heart's racing, my breathing sporadic, terror races
through my body. I begin to cry, then sob, uncontrollably. I'm certain my
life is going to end today. I think of my mother, surely she would notice I
hadn't made it home and start looking for me, then I realise with horror
that she wouldn't be expecting me home till late as I'm supposed to be in
the evening class.

The room is cool and the smell of leather enters my nostrils. I hear the
sound of a metallic latch, then the creak of hinges, followed by that same
metallic latch.

This is it, I'm going to die.

I begin to scream, but the gag silences me and I frantically pull at the
chains, lifting my legs hoping that would cause them to break. I'm suddenly
aware of a presence behind me and my panic attacks intensify.

"No please, I don't want to die," I try to say.

I feel a pair of arms wrap round me and then the warmth of a body against
my back. The arms hold me tight and a voice speaks directly into my left
ear.

"Shhh, it's ok. Shhh," he says in a very low whisper. I can feel his warm
breath on my neck. His voice nice, soothing even and I slowly begin to calm
down as he keeps holding me tight.

"Nobody is going to hurt you, just enjoy it," the voice whispers again. I'm
still sobbing but his cooing in my ear and the warm embrace helps me to
bring it under control. I want to ask him why I'm there, what is going to
happen to me. His grip relaxes and I'm soon aware he is unbuttoning my
shirt. I panic again and struggle but soon my shirt is completely open and
he resumes his tight embrace.

"Shhh, Just enjoy it. You're going to experience pleasure you never dreamt
was possible," he whispers again. There is something hypnotic in his voice
that seems to calm me down. He begins lightly kissing my neck and I feel
myself slowly melting. I can't understand it. Here I am, my life in danger,
feeling helpless in his arms yet warming to his embrace.

His embrace relaxes again and his fingers very gently begin to caress my
chest. I gasp, it feels wonderful! His fingers begin to slowly trace a
route from my chest, over my stomach and up my sides. To me it's a touch of
terror yet extremely erotic, my cock starts to stiffen.

"Please don't, please stop," I try to say.

I'm extremely ticklish and this guys touch is electrifying. I find myself
laughing involuntary between sobs. His fingers find their way to my armpits
and gently caress my soft hairs. I loose it and begin to buck wildly,
laughing uncontrollably trying to get my arms down to stop him. He stays
there not letting up. I'm screaming for him stop but it just comes out
muffled. Eventually he lets up and his fingers slide slowly back to my
stomach. I'm gasping for breath, breathing heavily through my nostrils. I'm
alarmed to realise that my cock is now fully erect and throbbing and I know
my state of arousal will be clearly visible through my trousers. His hands
find my belt buckle and begin to undo it. My legs buckle, my arms taking
all my weight and I start to sob uncontrollably again as I realise that I'm
about to be stripped and possibly ****d. I have no strength left to
struggle and I begin to resign myself to my fate. The safety of my home, my
warm bed, the loving arms of my mother seem a million miles away and I
wonder if I would ever see them again. I'm terrified yet apprehensive and
most definitely aroused.

Soon my trousers fall around my ankles and he's now at my feet removing my
shoes, socks and then trousers. Once they're gone I feel him stand back up
behind me and wrap his arms around me once more. His hands then begin to
caress my erection through my boxers. Oh god that feels nice.

His fingers trace the outline of my cock starting at the base and ending at
the tip. His touch feels wonderful and I suddenly realise that I'm groaning
with pleasure. His fingers pry open the waistband and slipping underneath
they find my member. I gasp as the only hand other than mine and Shane's,
who's touch was nothing compared to this, gently caresses my shaft. I'm in
conflict with myself, why am I enjoying this? I let out a long groan as he
strokes. Soon my boxers are being pulled down my cock with them, the
waistband passes the end of my cock and it bounces back up and slaps my
belly hard.

"Lovely," he whispers. His hot breath washing over my neck, his mouth
peppering it with soft kisses. Although I'm still sobbing it's slowly being
replaced with desire and passion. He moves back down to my feet and pulls
off my boxers and I then feel some restraints being tied around my
ankles. My legs are pulled wide apart so I am no longer able to support my
own weight and I hear more chains. I try to pull my legs back but I quickly
realise they have been fastened in place. I am now painfully aware I'm
completely naked with an erection in front of a strange man that I can't
see. I feel unbelievably vulnerable. The man stands back up behind me and
moves, pushing me forward so my back is arching.

Then he starts to slowly stroke the full length of my cock with his teasing
fingers, I groan. His hand slides up and down the full length of my nine
inch cock tantalisingly slow, sometimes pausing to play with my circumcised
head. His other hand starts stroking my butt, his fingers finding its way
to my hole. I start to panic again, I'm terrified, I think my most private
region is about to be violate. I buck my hips but his finger is
relentless. His finger touches my tight hole and it's like he has found a
button that says "Press here to cum". My body shakes violently.

"MMMMM CMMMMM MMMGMGG!!!!"

I convulse as the cum races up my cock and erupts. The orgasm is so
intense, bigger than I have ever experienced before, bigger than I ever
dreamt I could have.

The man behind me speaks, still softly and still in my ear, "Oh yes, you
horny little slut, I'm going to enjoy making you my slave boy."

What? Slave boy?

Suddenly I'm having visions of me being kept there against my will and
never seeing my family or home ever again. I begin to cry, my emotions out
of control. I have trouble breathing through my nose as I'm almost
hyperventilating. I try my best plead with him, to let me go but all that
comes out are muffled cries.

The man moves from behind me and I feel cool air on my back where his
warmth had once been. He then untied something at the back of my head and I
feel the ball gag falling from my mouth. I immediately cry out.

"Pleeeease, sob, sob, l-l-let m-m-m-me g-go, sob, I w-w-w-want to go home,
sob, sob." I began to completely loose it, "I don't want to dieeeeee!"

Suddenly I feel his warm body press against my front and his strong arms
wrap around my waist. There's pressure on my lips and I realise I'm being
kissed. I try to keep my mouth closed but my sobs are causing my lungs to
scream out for air and my mouth involuntary opens to gasp for more
oxygen. My mouth is forced open more and a tongue enters to explore. For
the first time in my life I am being kissed, passionately and it feels
good. I'm still sobbing, grabbing what breath I can from his hungry mouth
but they're subsiding. The kissing stops and he holds me tight, his head
next to mine, it almost feels as though he is giving me affection.

"Ssshhh," he whispers in my ear, "You're not going to die and you will be
able to go home soon, I promise."

I pant heavily as he caresses my back and buttocks. I'm confused, my
tormentor is showing me kindness and unbelievably I begin to feel safe in
his embrace. Without realising I bury my head in his neck and he strokes my
hair.

"But you are going to be my slave boy and you are going to do as you are
told," he says, "But don't worry I will look after you and keep you safe as
long as you obey me. If you don't you will be punished. Do you understand?"

I feel hypnotised by his deep smooth voice and amazingly I do feel safe in
his embrace. I nod.

"Good," he says, "and from now on you are to call me Master or Sir. Do you
understand?"

I nod again.

"Say it."

I hesitate.

"Say it!"

His tone more threatening now, I don't like it, it shocks me.

"Y-y-y-yes," I reply.

"Yes what."

"Y-y-y-yes Sir."

He lifts my chin and kisses me again.

"Good boy," he says, "lets continue."

He pulls away, I suddenly feel vulnerable again and I let out a
whimper. Soon my arms are being lowered and I feel the blood rushing back
into them, I didn't realise how much they was aching until then. He removes
the cuffs so he can remove my shirt.

I'm then pushed to my knees and made to bend forward, my head touches the
floor. He turns my head and I can feel the cold stone against my cheek. My
hands are then pulled back beneath me, the cuffs put back on and then
chained to my feet. My arse is now in the air exposing my virgin hole and
my genitals and it suddenly dawns on me what was going to happen. I start
to cry again.

"Oh, god no, please don't, please I don't want this," I sob but my cries
are ignored.

His hands explore my ass cheeks, his touch soft and gentle. His fingers
brush over my hole and I gasp at the sensation, it's electrifying and my
cock is immediately rock hard again. His hands explore my bare virgin ass
for what seems like ages, exploring all over my rear end from my genitals
up to my lower back. The sensation is like nothing I have ever experienced
before and I'm shocked to find I'm groaning with pleasure between my cries
of protest. Here I am with my most intimate parts only ever uncovered in
the privacy of my bedroom or bathroom now fully exposed and at the mercy of
a complete stranger. I feel some liquid being poured over my anus then his
hands rubbing it in all around my rear. This seems to intensify the
sensation. He rubs the lotion all round my tight balls and the whole length
of my rock hard cock. This is another new sensation as his fingers slips
easily over my member almost causing me to blow another load there and
then. He stops before I do.

His hands stop exploring and I feel something wet touch my tight hole.

"Oh!" I gasp loudly. It's a tongue! It dances and flicks up and down from
the base of my tight sack to my puckered anus. I'm now groaning loudly and
panting with desire, I'm no longer protesting, this is AMAZING!

"Do you like that slave boy?" the man says briefly pausing, his voice still
smooth and deep.

I do, I really do like it but I don't want to say it, it would be too
humiliating.

"Say it boy, tell me if you like it."

He licks me some more and I groan involuntary.

"You do like it. Tell me boy, tell me you like it."

I whimper out a yes.

"What? I can't hear you, Tell me!" His is sounding more urgent.

I sob, "Y-y-yes."

"Yes what? Tell me now!"

"Oh God yes!" I blurt out, his tongue darts on my hole again. "Urrghh! I
love it!"

My cock is now hurting it's that hard and it twitches every time his tongue
flicks over my hole. I want so badly to cum now and I'm so pleased when his
hand starts to stroke me. His tongue now concentrates more on my anus when
suddenly he pushes deep into my hole. I let out a cry.

"Arrghh, I'm going to cum!" I announce.

Quickly the hand stroking me stops and grabs my cock tight at its base. The
wave of euphoria you experience when cumming washes over me but my orgasm
doesn't happen. I'm panting heavily wanting so badly to shoot.

"You are not to cum without permission, do you understand?" he asks.

I answer yes but not really understanding why. Any fear I have at being
fucked has completely gone and I am quite alarmed when I realise I want
that tongue back in my hole. He had stopped jacking me too and I'm starting
to feel a little frustrated. His tongue is replaced by his finger, it
probes my hole and slowly bit by bit it works it's way inside. The first
knuckle passes my sphincter and I groan. The second knuckle passes and I
groan louder. I had no idea that something entering my anus could give so
much pleasure. Soon he's finger fucking me, his finger inserting fully then
completely withdrawing before pushing in again. He then removes his finger
and I feel empty. I wanted it back badly.

I groan, "please".

"please what?" the man asks his tone hard again.

"Please sir"

"What do you want slave boy?" he asks.

"I want it back sir" I reply.

"What do you want back slave boy?"

"Your finger sir."

"Where do you want my finger?"

"In my ass sir."

"I want you to say 'Please sir, please my I have you finger back in my boy
cunt.'"

My heart thumps hard. I already feel degraded and humiliated but saying
like that would make it feel even worse but I can't help it. I need that
finger back in my hole.

"Please sir, please may I have your finger back in my boy cunt," I pant.

The finger is back, it goes in deep but instead of finger fucking me it is
exploring. It touches something inside and I jump, I suddenly have an
extreme desire to either cum or piss.

"OOOOHHHH!" I groan. The finger starts fucking again but this time it
brushes that spot each time.

"AARRGGHH! FUCK!" I scream as my body shakes like I'm the epicentre of an
earthquake and I erupt once more delivering another intense load onto the
floor.

"I didn't give you permission to cum," he says. He doesn't sound pleased.

"I c-c-couldn't h-h-help it" I pant.

"I'm going to have to punish you now for cumming and not calling me sir."

"NO! PLEASE SIR, I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T," I scream.

"SHUT UP!" he shouts, "or I'll put the gag back in your mouth. The belt I
think"

I cry again, fear fills my body.

"Five for cumming with out permission and five for not calling me sir"

Something lightly touches my ass, I jerk violently and shout.

"Please sir" I beg.

THWACK!

I scream, the pain is searing.

"I'm going to have to gag you," he says.

"No! Please sir, don't" I plead. Suddenly the gag is back in my mouth.

THWACK!

I scream again but little sound comes out. Again and again the whip ravages
my soft cheeks the pain searing. By now the blindfold is drenched with my
tears.

Eventually the whipping stops and I flinch when his hand rubs the welts on
my ass. It feels cool though and I realise he's applying some cream. My gag
is removed as I continue to sob my heart out. The man is at my ear.

"Shhh, there there," he says, his tone soft and smooth again. He strokes my
hair as he speaks. "As long as you do as you're told that won't happen
again. If you want to cum you must ask for permission. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-y-yes s-s-sir," I sob.

He unties my hands and pulls me up, I'm now kneeling. I feel his warmth in
front of me and his arms wrap around me. One hand strokes my hair and the
other strokes my back and buttocks. He rocks me gently as I sob. My arms
now free I find that I'm hugging him back, my chin on his shoulder. We stay
like this for a while..

"Do you feel better?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes sir, thank you sir"

I thanked him? The man who k**napped me and just thrashed my ass and I'm
grateful? My head is spinning, damn this is really fucking me up.

He pulls away and lifts me up so I'm standing again, legs still wide apart.
My arms are chained up again above my head. Then he releases my feet and
lifts them up and chains them to the same fixing as my wrists. I am now
hanging and the stress of being strung up causes me to start sobbing again.

I gasp as I feel his tongue back at my anus and soon I am overcome with
desire to have my hole filled. It doesn't last long before his fingers are
back and he is finger fucking me again but this time with two fingers. I
groan, it feels so good, I don't want it to stop. Then he adds a third
finger, he is stretching my hole. He strokes my cock with his other hand,
the oil on it makes it feels so sensual.

Soon his fingers are replaced by something else. It feels blunt and is
pushing hard at my opening. I'm thinking I'm about to get fucked when it
begins to vibrate.

"Ohhhh," I exult at the sensation pressing against my hole. Slowly my ring
piece stretches until suddenly it breaks through and the pain hits me.

"Arrrghhh! Stop! Please sir take it out, it hurts, please," I beg starting
to cry again.

"It's ok, the pain will pass, just try and relax," he says in his soft
silky voice.

I whimper it feels like my arse is being ripped open. The idea of something
bigger than a finger entering my ass had gotten me quite aroused but I
wasn't ready for pain like this. However Sir is right and soon the pain
subsides and I am aware of the full sensation in my anus.

"Is that better?" he asks.

"Yes sir" I reply.

The pressure is reapplied and as it slides in, I can feel my insides slowly
being filled. It feels wonderful. It pushes past my prostate and I whimper,
my cock twitches in anticipation of cumming again. Soon it is completely in
and I can feel the slow vibrations against my sweet spot. The vibrations
intensify and I let out a high pitched groan as it massages my prostate.
Very soon I am ready to shoot again.

"Please sir, may I cum? I'm close," I ask panting.

"No not yet," he replies and the dildo is removed and replaced with the
feeling of emptiness, I groan in frustration. He waits, for what seems like
ages before resuming but soon my hole is being fucked with the dildo again.
Each time I come close and ask for permission to cum I am denied and he
stops. He keeps this up for a long time, working me up so much that I am
now pleading for him to let me cum.

"Please sir, let me cum, I really need to cum,"

"Soon boy, soon," he replies.

I can feel the dildo back at my hole but this time it isn't vibrating.

"Are you ready boy? Are you ready to give up your cherry to me?" he asks.

My heart races, I know what giving up your cherry means. I am about to lose
my virginity to a complete stranger, someone I can't even see. I know this
is wrong, **** even but I am so turned on, so empty that I don't care. I
want it, no, I need it!

"Yes sir, yes I'm ready," I reply panting heavily.

"Tell me what you want me to do?" he asks.

"I want you to take my cherry sir, please, I want you to fuck me." I'm
desperate for it now, I am begging for his cock to enter me.

I feel pressure and suddenly the head of his cock pushes past my tight ring
of muscle.

"Oh you are so tight boy, I'm going to enjoy fucking your tight virgin
ass," he says.

I'm lost in the moment, It feels wonderful having him inside me, I need him
inside me.

"Yes sir, fuck me sir, fuck my tight virgin ass," I shout.

He pushes again and I can feel him fill my bowels. His cock is bigger than
the dildo, I feel much fuller. Soon he is deep inside me as his groin
touched my ass cheeks. I groan in ecstasy. He fucks me slowly taking long
strokes pulling almost completely out before pushing back all the way
in. His large cock pressing hard on my prostate. Here I am, k**napped,
strung up, being ****d and I'm enjoying it, is it really **** if I'm
enjoying it? He is pumping hard now and fast and I can hear his breathing
is erratic. I groan and grunt with each thrust and I feel my orgasm boiling
up.

"Arrrghh! Please sir, I'm going to cum, please may I cum?" I beg.

"Yes boy, shoot that load, shoot it all up me," he says stroking my cock
against his belly.

My whole body shakes and I scream out loud as I deliver my fourth lot of
cum that day.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I hear sir say and as I am still pumping out cum he rams
his cock deep inside me, I feel it pulse as he blasts his load deep inside
my bowels. We stay still, both panting heavily until he moves and slowly
slides his cock from my ass. I feel empty again.

He unties my feet and they touch the floor but as he unbinds my hands my
legs are week and I collapse. I'm exhausted. He picks me up like I'm
nothing more than a rag doll and carries me somewhere. I hear the latch on
the door and realise I'm being carried up some stairs. We enter a room and
it sound's echoey, I realise it must be a bathroom. He places me down and
ties my hands behind my back. Then he walks me into what I'm guessing is a
shower cubicle.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says.

Water is now cascading over my body and it's warm and comforting, I stand
there letting it flow over my body. I can hear him getting undressed, I
wonder what he looks like. He quickly joins me and soaps my body, his touch
erotic. He soaps me everywhere and when he reaches my anus he gently uses
his finger to clean and probe it. My cock is rock hard again and he
notices.

"We need to do something about that before I let you go," he says.

He's going to let me go? Suddenly a wave of emotion washes over me and I
start sobbing again but this time with relief. My ordeal is about to end,
I'm going to see my family again. He kisses me tenderly while stroking my
cock and it calms me down. His finger is back at my anus and is soon inside
me caressing my sweet spot. He strokes my hard cock and I'm amazed how
quickly my orgasm is building again and very soon I blast another load up
his shower wall.

"I love how much you cum," he says.

Shortly after I'm being dried off, I feel like a little boy that has just
been bathed by my mother. He leads me out of the shower room and lowers
me. I feel a mattress under me and realise he is lying me on a bed. Comfort
at last. Suddenly his hand is over my mouth, I panic as a sweet sickly
smell enters my nostrils.

* * *

Headache, major headache.

I slowly open my eyes, where am I? I can hear birds singing, trees
rustling. I look around, I am back in the woods. Everything suddenly comes
all flooding back to me, the a*****ion, the whipping, being fucked. I sit
there for a while dazed and confused, relieved to be still alive, glad that
I would still get to see my family, sleep in my own bed. But then suddenly
ashamed, for enjoying it, for begging to be fucked.

Why did I enjoy it? Why did I enjoy being abused?

I feel a hatred build inside me for this man that took advantage of me. I'm
weak, always have been, he took advantage of that. I hate being such a
weakling. I begin to cry again, the trauma of what happened catching up
with me.

Why the fuck am I crying? I should be happy that it's over.

I look up and see that it's starting to get dark, I'd better get home. I
dry my eyes on my shirt sleeve and stand up.

Ow! What the fuck!

There is something on my cock. I feel through my pants, it's hard but I'm
not erect. I undo my trousers looking round to make sure no-one is about
and lower my pants. My cock is inside a clear plastic device. It loops
around my balls with a small padlock at the top. A tube runs down from the
padlock where my cock is inside. At the bottom is a hole.

What the fuck is this?

I try to pull it off but it is tight and it seems if I pull too hard my
balls would be pulled off too. I decided I would take a closer look when I
get home.

I get home around seven pm.

"High dear how was evening class?" my mother asks not looking up from the
TV.

Oh god, It was cancelled! Of course she thought I was at evening class. I
look at her wondering if I should tell her. If I do, the police would get
involved. Do I want that? Do I want the humiliation of explaining
everything that happened, of having to relive the ordeal and the
pleasure. No, not yet.

"Oh it was fine," I lie.

"Dinner is on the side," She adds.

I go into the kitchen and see the pasta dish. I don't feel hungry. I run
upstairs to my bedroom and throw my books down on the bed and that's when I
see it. It's in the pages of one of my text books, the DVD is just poking
out. I pick it up, there is writing on it.

"Before you call the police watch this first."

I put it in my PC. To begin with the screen is black, then suddenly it
shows a scene of a boy, arms above his head tied to the ceiling of what
appears to be a cellar. The cellar is decked out with various
contraptions. I can see a large cross in the corner, a cage next to it and
above that on the wall various whips and toys all of which are unclear. He
is blindfolded and is slumped, head hanging down. He looks at lot
like... My heart sinks. It's me!. He video'd the whole thing!

My head is saying throw it way, call the police but my curiosity says watch
it and winning. I want to see my assailant. I want to put a face to that
soft smooth silky voice.

As I watch I see the terror on my face as I wake up. When the k**napper
walks in my heart sinks again as he is wearing a balaclava and is fully
clothed. He is slim, tall and seems to be quite fit. He is wearing tight
jeans and a tight T-shirt. He is slow and deliberate in his movements and
exudes confidence.

I watch as I loose control and sir comforts me. I watch as I am slowly
stripped. I watch as sir wanks me and I shoot the biggest load I have ever
seen, much bigger than any I have ever had by my own hand. I watch as I
break down when sir calls me his slave. The screen blurs and I have to wipe
my eyes, I feel so pathetic. I watch as I am lowered and tied to the floor
where sir plays with my ass. I watch as he licks out my ass. My cock starts
to stiffen.

Ow! I'm rudely reminded of the device, this thing hurts when I get hard.

I watch as he fingers my hole. I watch as I beg for the finger back in my
ass. I watch as I blow another load on the floor. I watch as I am whipped
for cumming. The screen blurs again. I watch as I am put on my knees and he
gives me some affection. I watch as I am strung up and my anus is stretched
by him. I watch as a large black vibrator is push in my ass, my cock
stiffens further.

Jesus! Fuck!

I have got to get this thing off!

I watch as he brings me close to orgasm and then denies me. I watch as I
beg for him to fuck me. I watch as he enters me and the look of joy on my
face. I watch as I blow another load up his chest and over his balaclava. I
watch as sir blows his load in my ass. I watch as I am lowered and I
collapsed. I watch as am showered and how I enjoy the attention. I watch as
he makes me blow another load in the shower. I watch as sir stands looking
at the camera and speaks.

"Daniel, now that you have watched this video you can see that you was
willing in a lot of the things that was happening. If you decide to go to
the police I will send a copy of this video to everyone in your college
including teachers and your parents, the choice is yours.

You will also notice that I have put a chastity device on your cock. I hold
the only key and you will only be allowed to cum in my presence. If you try
to remove it you will do yourself permanent damage. Don't worry you can
still go to the toilet as normal, you just can't masturbate.

I will be in touch shortly with further instructions."

My heart sinks further and I begin to blubber.

What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of this?

My mobile phone vibrates. I pull it out from my trousers. It's a message,
from Sir! Fuck he's put his number in my phone!

"Get some rest. Your training will begin tomorrow. You will get further
instructions then"

I fling myself on the bed and bawl. This isn't over by a long way.






CHAPTER 2 -- Daniel's training begins


Damn this device is causing me agony, every time I start to get hard it
hurts like hell. I tried to remove it last night but he was right, any
attempt to forcibly remove it would end up doing me permanent damage. I
can't concentrate in my lessons, I keep thinking about what happened, often
causing my cock to engorge, I curse under my breath each time this
happens. I must think of something else.

It's the last lesson of the day and I'm really getting hacked off with this
device. I'll take another look tonight and see if I can remove it, there
must be a way. As the lesson ends we all pile out into the corridors. Just
then I get a text message, it's from Sir.

"Directly outside the college main gates is a black van with red trim. The
passenger door is open. Get in and climb into the back. There you will find
a blindfold, put it on, wait and don't make a sound"

I head to the main gates and sure enough there is the van. My heart thumps
hard, it feels like it is up in my throat. I can't do this, I'm filled with
fear, I turn about and run home. I run hard, I just want to get home and
hide away in my room, to forget about all this and hope it will
disappear. Part of me want's to go back to the van to experience it all
again but my conscience is fighting it. I'm not gay! I can't be, but I did
enjoy what happened. I no longer feel in control of my life and it's
scaring the shit out of me.

I hear the phone ring as I enter the house, my mother is the first to it.

"Hello," a pause, "oh yes he's just walked it."

"It's one of your teachers," she says handing the phone to me.

I look at her puzzled wondering why a teacher would phone me at home. I
take the phone and she disappears into the kitchen.

"Hello?"

"I'm very disappointed in you,"

I freeze, my heart races and I feel light headed. That soft silky voice is
unmistakable.

"H-h-how did you get my h-home number?" I ask.

"Never mind that, I told you there would consequences for disobeying me. I
will be emailing a copy of this video to all your college mates, teachers
and your mother tonight."

"No wait," I say in panic, "I'm sorry, I just got scared, please don't send
out that video," I begin to cry.

"You had your chance,"

"Noooo, please Sir, I'm really am sorry," I sob, "I promise to be a good
slave boy, please give me another chance."

By now I have locked myself in the down stairs toilet so my mother can't
hear and I am sobbing my heart out.

Silence

"Please!" I beg.

"Alright, you get one more chance. You'd better not fuck up again," he
says.

"I won't sir, I promise," I burble.

"Seeing as tomorrow is Saturday, you will tell your mother you are going to
a friends to study,"

"My mom knows I don't have any friends, if I tell her I'm going to a
friends house she will ask loads of questions, what should I tell her?"

"Use your imagination. The van will be at the end of your street at ten
am. Same as before, the passenger door will be open, climb in the back and
put the blindfold on."

The phone went dead.

Shaking I stay in the toilet trying to compose myself.

"You ok dear?" my mother asks from outside the door.

"Yeah, I think I got the runs, must have been something I ate," I lie.

What am I going to tell her?

I flush the loo, wash my hands and dry my eyes. I walk out and put the
phone back on it's base. My mother is now in the lounge.

"Mom."

"Yes sweetheart."

"I'm going to friends house tomorrow to study, I may be gone a while," I
lie again.

"Ooh, you got a friend?" she asks excitedly.

"Yeah someone I met at college," I lie more.

"Ooh that's lovely dear, I'm so glad you found a nice friend at last. I've
always worried about you being stuck in your room all the time. It's not
good for you you know."

"Yes mother."

"What's his name?"

"Er, um, Shane."

SHANE? Why the fuck did I pick Shane? Of all the names I could have chosen
I picked fucking Shane!

"You must invite him over deary, I would love to meet him."

"Yes mother, I'll ask him."

I quickly run up to my room. I hate lying to my mother.

I drop my trousers and take another look at the device. Perhaps I could
persuade Sir to leave it off tomorrow.

That night I didn't sleep well.

* * *

Nine am and I wake to my alarm. I remember what I have to do
today. Depression hits me, I just want to disappear. I take a shower then
dress in trainers, jeans and a check shirt then have some breakfast.

I leave the house at ten and walk down the street. Sure enough the van is
at the end of the road. I walk up to the passenger side and making sure no
one is around I try the door, it opens. My heart is pounding so hard it
feels it will break out my chest. I climb in and sit in the passenger
seat. There is nothing to give the game away as to who the owner is. It is
extremely tidy, almost showroom condition. I look in the back and see the
blindfold on a cushion on the floor. I clamber over the seats and pick up
the blindfold. I wonder if it is the same one he used on me two days ago as
I put it on. I then sit down on the cushion and wait. After about 5 minutes
the van door opens and someone climbs in. I hear them clamber in the back
and grab my arm. I'm shaking a lot.

"Are you nervous boy?" It's sir.

"Y-y-yes" I reply.

He puts leather restraints on my wrists.

"Please sir," I plead.

"I thought I could trust you but after yesterdays little episode it seems I
can't, thats why I'm restraining your arms"

He then ties my arms behind my back. I hear him then climb into the front
and start the van. I find it hard to keep my balance in the back as he
manoeuvres it round the streets. I loose track of time and have no idea how
long we have been driving. Eventually the van stops and I hear the back
doors open. Sir climbs in and helps me out. As I step out it sounds echoey,
a garage I guess. We walk down some stairs and I hear the familiar latch,
it sends shivers down my spine. Once again I am in the cool air of the
cellar.

He unties my hands and removes the restraints. Then he slowly undresses me
taking his time, caressing me whenever he can. My cock is springing to life
and strains inside the chastity device, I wince from the pressure. Soon I
am naked and led off to what I think must be the cross that I saw in the
video. My arms are restrained first then my legs with my back facing out
wards. I'm feeling extremely apprehensive, my heart thumping hard. Nothing
happens for ages, I'm wondering what he's doing. Then his hands gently
caress my buttocks. He presses his body against mine and I can feel he is
naked, his big hard cock nestling between my buttocks. I think he is going
to fuck me again.

"You did wrong boy and you know what happens when you do wrong?" he asks.

"Please sir, please don't hit me," my voice cracks with emotion.

"I have to, you must learn your lesson. The normal punishment is twenty
hard smacks with the paddle."

"No, please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, I was scared," I'm
dreading this.

"Ok, I believe you, I guess it has been pretty traumatic for you so instead
I'll only give you ten."

Fuck, I don't want any but I guess ten is better than twenty. He pulls away
and I feel the coolness of the cellar on my back. Then I feel something
hard against my butt and I flinch, it moves away.

"I want you to count each stroke as I hit you, ok?"

"Y-y-yes Sir," I say whimpering like a c***d.

SMACK!

"OWWW! One," I cry. It stings like fuck! I hold my breath and clench my
butt cheeks. I am determined not to cry this time.

SMACK!

"OWWWWWW! Two," that one hurt even more and already I'm struggling to hold
back the tears.

SMACK!

"ARGH! FUCK! Three! Pleeaaassee Sir, please stop!" I shout.

SMACK!

"ARRRGGH! Four!" My tears are flowing now, God I am such a wimp.

SMACK!

"ARRRGGGHHH! PLEEEAAASE! SIR! PLEEEAASE STOP!" I beg sobbing.

"Count otherwise we start at the beginning."

"5, sob, sorry Sir,"

Eventually we reach ten and I am sobbing heavily. I feel his hands on my
butt rubbing them.

"Now do you have something to tell me?" he whispers in my ear.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry Sir, sob, it w-w-won't happen, sob, a-a-again. I
p-p-p-promise,"

"Good boy.

He releases me from the cross and moves me somewhere else. My arms are
chained again this time outstretched either side of me while I'm
kneeling. He removes the chastity device and to my surprise my cock springs
to full erection immediately.

Now your first lesson is to learn how to deep throat," he whispers in my
ear.

"W-w-what's that S-s-sir?" I ask, I have no idea.

"You don't know?"

"N-n-no Sir."

"Well it's something I need to teach you so you can get all of my cock in
your mouth. You need to learn this to keep Sir happy."

Get his cock in my mouth? OH MY GOD! He want's me to suck his cock! I have
never even thought of the possibility of having my cock sucked let alone
sucking someone else's.

"Please Sir, don't make me do this," I beg.

I can feel something pressing against my lips, his cock. I shut tight my
mouth.

"Open your mouth," he instructs me.

I won't. I'm crying again, tears streaming down my face.

"Open!" he sounds agitated.

I can't. He slaps my face hard, it stings and the shock causes me to open
my mouth. Suddenly my mouth is filled with his cock. I'm sobbing again now
and I try to pull off his cock but Sir has his hand on the back of my
head. His cock is big and I'm scared I'm going to choke to death on it. He
pushes deeper and I feel it filling my mouth slipping past my lips.

"Ooh yes, that's it boy, take your masters cock in your virgin mouth"

He pulls back and then pushes in harder. It hits the back of my throat and
I begin to gag and choke.

"Relax, you're doing really good. When it gets to the back of your throat
relax and swallow," he instructs me. As he pushes in I gag again not ready
for him. I'm crying hard trying to get my breath.

"Come on you can do it," he encourages me.

I really didn't want to do this but if I didn't do as he says I probably
will choke to death. I figure if I'm to survive this I should probably do
as he says. I relax and swallow hard when his cock slides in
again. Amazingly I feel it slide down my throat.

"Ohhh yes! That's a good boy, well done," he praises me his hand stroking
my hair as he pushes me on his cock.

Here I am getting his cock forced down my throat and I feel good that he's
praising me. This is so fucked up!

His cock slides in again and I swallow harder, I feel it go deeper.

"Ohhhhh God! You're a natural born cocksucker," he says.

What? I didn't even know there was such thing. I'm sucking cock for the
first time and I'm a natural at it? Shit, could it be I really am gay? I
was wondering how much of his cock was left to go in when on the next
stroke my nose touches something, his pubes! Shit! The whole of his cock is
in my mouth and down my throat!.

"Fuck, you got it all in! Well done, now massage my cock with your tongue,
Imagine sucking on a blocked straw," he says.

I do as he says and he gasps loudly.

"Jesus boy, you are the best! No one has ever sucked my cock this good
before."

Really? I'm wondering if I really am that good or he's not had many
blowjobs before, I find myself hoping its the former. He starts fucking my
face, his cock sliding down my throat. I'm struggling to keep up with him
and get enough air but I eventually find a rhythm, taking a deep breath
before swallowing helps enormously.

"That's it boy suck on Sir's cock, take it all down,"

But I'm not sucking your cock, you're fucking my face. Wait! With horror I
realise he has stopped fucking and I am taking it in on my own. I am
sucking on his cock like my life depended on it and I want it! Am I really
enjoying this? I focus on my cock and notice it is harder than I have ever
known it to be. I am enjoying this! I swallow his monster hungrily, I don't
just enjoy it, I love it! I'm getting really turned on as I listen to Sir's
groans of ecstasy each time I swallow him. Damn, I'm even groaning
myself. His cock seems to be getting bigger and can hear his breathing is
fast and short. Oh god! I hope he doesn't cum in my mouth.

"OHHHH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM!" he shouts.

He pulls his cock out and orders me to open my mouth. I do so. He lets
loose a long deep groan and suddenly streams of hot cum are flying into my
mouth. I feel like retching, not from the taste but just from the idea of
having cum in my mouth. I keep my mouth open hoping it will all drip
out. Some bolts miss my mouth and cover my face. Eventually he is spent and
I hear him panting.

"Close your mouth boy," he orders.

I protest.

"Close it," his hand cups my chin.

Reluctantly I close my mouth and I have no choice but to taste his cum,
it's not as bad as I had expected, somewhat salty but I kind of like it.

"Swallow," he orders.

I do so and for the first time in my life I had just sucked cock and
swallowed cum. I find I want his cock back in my mouth, I want to suck off
all the cum. I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and hope to find his
cock. He laughs.

"Well it looks like my slave boy likes the taste of cock," he says.

I don't get his cock back.

He unties me and leads me to what feels like a padded bench. I'm made to
like on my back while he stretches my arms above my head and binds them. My
legs are pulled apart and also bound. I lie there dazed at my cock sucking
experience trying understand why I liked sucking his cock. I can still
taste his cum in my mouth and it makes me so excited.

His fingers touch my sensitive skin on the side of my chest and I breath in
sharply. He caresses me, his soft gentle touch making my skin feel alive, I
groan as his fingers are almost tickling me, causing me to writhe on the
bench. He covers the whole of my body, from my feet to my neck. When he
reaches my armpits I go into fits of laughter, I hear him laugh too.

"You have a beautiful body boy," he says, "and a beautiful cock too."

He tickles my balls and I moan in ecstasy. His touch makes me feel
wonderful and I forget that I'm being held there against my will. It's like
his fingers are worshiping my body. I start to wonder what he looks like.

"Sir,"

"Yes boy?"

"When do I get to see you?" I ask.

"You don't," his tone sounds hard.

"I'm going to play with your cock now but remember that you must ask for
permission to cum."

"Yes Sir."

He grabs my cock and slowly wanks me, I'm actually enjoying his attention
now as his fingers slide up and down the length of my shaft. Then I'm
suddenly aware of something warm over the end. It's his mouth! I'm getting
my first ever blow job! I feel his lips slide down the length of my
cock. The head touches something and I hear him gag a little, then it slips
down his throat. Oh My God! It feels incredible. He holds it there working
his tongue, I start to panic as I feel my orgasm building.

"Sir, please sir, I'm going to cum, please may I cum!" I plead.

He pulls off quickly and holds my cock tight at the base quelling my
impending orgasm.

"Pleaaaase!" I cry in frustration.

He does the same again, taking my cock deep in his throat, working his
tongue till I'm close to coming then denying me the satisfaction. I let out
a long protesting groan wondering how long I'm going to be kept on the edge
of orgasm.

I don't know how long he's been doing this to me and I lose count after the
tenth time, my body tingles and is hyper sensitive to his touch. Each time
he stops he strokes my skin or tweaks my nipples his fingers feeling like
they have electric charge in them. The need to cum is agonising yet I'm in
sheer ecstasy, my body completely under his control and I don't care. At
this moment in time I would willingly give myself to him to experience this
nirvana all the time.

He changed from sucking me off to now just wanking me but excruciatingly
slowly taking a good three to four seconds to run his fingers down the
whole length of my nine inch cock, it is so erotic. His other hand is
tickling my testicles and the area between them and my anus. I am in a
euphoric state, constantly groaning from the pleasure I'm feeling. I can
feel the orgasm building again so I let him know.

"Please sir, I'm close," but he didn't stop.

Oh crap!, I start to panic thinking of the beating I will get if he doesn't
give me permission, surely he will let me cum.

"Please Sir," I beg, "I can't stop it, please can I cum?"

"No, you must control it," he replies firmly.

"Arrghh, I can't, please stop!"

His pace slows but it doesn't do anything to stop the impending
ejaculation. I know if I cum now I will be punished but at this moment I
don't really care, any reasoning I have is now in my cock. My whole body
starts shaking violently and I know this is it.

"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE STOP! OOHH! FUCK! NOOOO! ARRRRGGGHHH! I'M
CUUUUUUMMMMMMMINNNNGGG!"

My body bucks as the first bolt erupts out of my cock. The orgasm is mind
blowing, my cock ejaculating with unbelievable force. I can feel my jism
land on my face, my arms, my chest, it feels like it's going every fucking
where! As my orgasm subsides my heavy panting turns into heavy crying as I
realise I am now going to be punished, I'm petrified.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry Sir, I-I-I tried b-b-but I couldn't s-s-stop it," I
blabber, "p-p-please d-d-d-d-don't hurt me."

Sir's lips meet mine and we kiss, me sobbing in his mouth. I can tasted the
cum that landed on my face as we share it's taste. He pulls away and
whispers in my ear.

"Lets get it your punishment out the way," he says in an almost sympathetic
way.

I'm released from the table and made to sit on the floor. I'm crying again
but not protesting accepting the inevitable. He binds my hands to some
rings in the floor. I'm sitting there wondering what punishment I will get
in this position.

Suddenly I can feel warm water showering me, huh? Then the smell hits me.

OH MY GOD! HE'S PISSING ON ME!

I'm paralysed in disbelief, my mouth ajar. My sobbing stops as I try to
comprehend what he is doing to me. It's disgusting, it's humiliating, it's
a fucking major turn on! I should be utterly disgusted with this heinous
act yet my cock is hard as a rock again. Some of his piss enters my open
mouth but I don't close it. I am so fucking turned on by it and I suddenly
realise I too am pissing, but for me to piss through my erection I have to
be forcing it.

"Oh yeah boy, let that piss flow," I can hear Sir say.

I can feel piss hitting me in the face but it's not Sir's piss it's
mine. My jet of piss is shooting straight up into my face.

"Fuck yeah, that is such a turn on seeing you piss yourself," Sir says.

I'm still in shock as my flow stops. Sir had stopped already but I hadn't
realised.

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up and off home."

He unties my shackles and leads me upstairs to the shower room.

"You know you came so hard you hit the ceiling," he tells me.

"Is that a lot sir?" I ask, not knowing how much anyone else cums.

"I should say so, never seen anyone cum like that before ever."

My hands aren't tied this time as we shower. As he lathers me my hand
touches his cock, it's hard. Without thinking I wrap my hand around it, he
gasps but carries on lathering me. I start to jerk him and I hear him
groan.. It's maybe as long as mine but definitely thicker and I find I like
the feel in my hand. Sir is now lathering my ass and fingering my hole. I
groan as his fingering reminds me of being fucked by him. Suddenly I want
him to fuck me again, I have an incredible strong desire to have his cock
back in my ass. I move his cock and put it's head at my hole, I want him in
me now!

"You want my cock in you boy?" he asks.

"Sir please fuck me," I beg.

This isn't him abusing me or taking control. This is me! I'm initiating
this, I'm the one asking him to fuck me and I need it so bad. He takes my
hand off his cock and I feel the head of his cock seeking entrance. He
pushes hard and it slips in, pain hits me again. I put my hand behind and
on his stomach to stop him. He realises and holds there.

"Breath deep boy, the pain will go,"

I don't care about the pain now and before he can do anything I push back
causing his cock to slide in me completely. I cry out as it bury's deep in
my bowls, I hear him gasp. He takes up a slow rhythm, sliding his huge man
meat in and out of my hole.

"Damn boy you have the tightest sweetest hole I have ever known." he says.

He fucks me hard, my hands on the wall of the shower, my cock slapping
against my belly. I'm grunting and groaning loudly as his cock slams in my
ass. I'm leaning against the shower wall my legs spread wide, I feel
complete. He gets faster my long groans are broken up by the pounding of my
ass. My prostrate getting constantly battered bringing me to the brink of
an orgasm. Sir tenses and I know he is about to cum so I tighten my
sphincter and as I do so he shoots his load up my ass. As his cock p