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' Can you come along Michael,purely a social call, no need to bring anything withyou'. It wasn't a request of course, when you live in the same house as theboss, he calls the shots. Strange though, in the six months I'd been workingfor him he'd never issued a summons like this before, everything had beenvery work orientated. Not that I minded, the pay was very good, plenty oftravel, stay at the best places and a rent free flat in his mansion, hogheaven. So the hours were long but working for this guy was an educationin itself, I'd learned more since I'd worked for him than I had at any universityor college and I attended a couple of those. Being PA to Mr. Hunter meantI was on the inside for most of his dealings and the inside was an insightto a young man hungry for money and position. Well worth the hours of psychtesting it had taken to get me here. I still thought almost daily of howlucky I was to get through all that but still wondered at how much of itthere'd been, far more than any other job interview I'd had.

I shut down the computer and made myway out into the corridor, softly lit as always, just my flat in this area.I had to go quite a way before getting to the area occupied by Mr. Hunter,up and down a couple of flights of stairs and through a number of beautifulrooms which had been ballrooms and reception rooms in their day, now mostlyused as offices, my boss doesn't socialise at home. Just don't understandwhy the man buys a huge house, uses half a dozen rooms for himself, turnsthe rest into offices for his business then spends thousands entertainingin expensive London hotels. Still, if you've got a heavy industries companythat practically owns a couple of Far Eastern countries you're entitled todo what you want.

I came to the green baize covered doorwhich guarded his private quarters, punched in the access code and pushedthrough into a corridor panelled in beautiful light oak. When I first camehere I'd thought he had some marvellous prints of Old Masters on the walls,that was before I realised they weren't prints. The pale blue carpet in thissection never seemed to "go" with the panelling but it cost more than I makein six months, so maybe my taste isn't all that good. It is better now thanwhen I was a kid in a council house in Yorkshire but there are some roughedges still that need working on. The bosses taste in chamber music stillleaves me cold and my knowledge of impressionist painters is very sketchy.The manners have now become passable in polite society but the accent needswork, the flat hard vowel sounds still surface in times of stress. Still,we've come a long way, even though there is still a long way to go but thingslook rosy for the trip.

I press the communicator on his studydoor, knowing where he'll be even though he hadn't mentioned it.

"Come in Michael", so he's obviouslynot expecting anyone else.

The door opens softly and easily despiteit being very thick, my boss values his privacy and in this section of thehouse each room is individually soundproofed. You could have a pop groupplaying next door with the sound gear stretched to the limit and not a soundwould come past the walls.

Mr. Hunter uses the old library as hisstudy; he says the floor to ceiling books give him a link to the past. Themassive mahogany desk and communications gear on it are top of the rangeand always seem out of place here. He's sitting at the desk as I come inand looks up, gesturing to two chairs by the fire;

"Sit down Michael; I'll be with you ina moment."

"Very good Sir". He prefers old fashionedforms of speech in this sort of situation. As I cross the floor I see heis wearing what seems to be a dressing gown, odder and odder for a man whois normally meticulous in his dress. Sitting back in the chair I look atmy boss, engrossed in whatever he is doing.

A man of fifty-two with a head of purewhite hair, he's a couple of inches over my 5' 10", narrow face with deeplines in the cheeks and a high forehead hinting at the power of his mind.His eyes are the most startling green, a bright, deep colour I've never seenin another living soul. His body has the long flat muscles of a martial artistand he hires one of the better ju-jitsu black belts to work out with himwhenever he can spare the time. The gym at the house is a thing of wonder,after three months he invited me to use it and my body tone has benefited.We also go running in the estate if time permits; being woken at four torun with the boss before an early flight can be a pain in the arse at timesbut it serves a purpose.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heardMr. Hunter get up from the desk and walk over to take the chair oppositeme.

"So you've been with me now, for what,six months?" It was framed as a question but he probably knew to the second.

"That's right Sir" What the hell is thisabout?

"Are you happy here?"

"Very much so thank you. I'm learninga lot and hopefully earning my keep."

A thin smile greeted this sally.

"You don't seem to go out a lot duringyour spare time".

"With the greatest respect to yourself,I don't have alot of spare time."

Another thin smile. The green eyes cameup and met mine. I felt as if two holes were being bored through my skull.

"And you have some very esoteric tastesin web sites, or so the IT people tell me." My blood ran cold.

"BDSM, now let me think, what does thatmean? Ah yes, I remember, Bondage, Domination and Sado-Masochism is it not?" Thegreen eyes seemed almost to glow. My mouth went dry, how was I to get outof this? Not waiting for a reply the boss continued.

"And a good sprinkling of gay sites too.You do have….odd, tastes". Shit and shit, I was convinced I'd coveredmy tracks but the IT department was obviously staffed with better men thanme, it looked as if pride was about to go before a severe fall.

"So what do you have to say about thismatter?" No good trying to bluster or quote privacy laws with this guy, hecould have them re-written if he wanted.

"This hasn't affected my work for you,Sir, Everything you wanted I've completed on time and I've never compromisedmy whereabouts or who I worked for."

"Quite, quite, and I'm sure you realisethat had you done so your circumstances would be far less happy than theynow are. Have you ever had a girl friend?"

Where the devil is this leading?

"One or two while I was at university,Sir".

"But obviously nothing serious ".He used the word almost like an insult.

"No Sir".

"Have you had a homo-sexual experience?Remember, before you answer, the profiling you experienced when you enteredmy employment. I feel I should say that a great deal depends on the honestyof your answer." I felt a sheen of sweat break out on my face. What do Ido? Tell him the truth and then plead for my job, or lie and hope the securitywing of his empire hasn't done their research properly.

I try to meet his eyes but I can't, thepower of personality crushes me. There's only one thing for it.

"I did have one very minor experiencewhen I was in my early teens."

"Tell me about it."

For a few moments I was silent, collectingmy racing thoughts. He seemed to realise this and was silent himself. Howcould I tell this refined man about what had happened?

I was around thirteen at the time, theother boy a year older. We had been roaming round the countryside near ourhomes and for some reason, I don't remember why, but these things just happened then,we had ended up showing each other our cocks. Barry, the other boy, had aterrific hard on and, looking down at his cock, said to me "Do you want tosuck it?" I tried to recollect the thoughts that had been racing throughmy head at that time. I had looked down at the erect cock before me, theglans peeping out from the gently distended foreskin. My heart was beatinglike a trip hammer and with every fibre of my being I wanted to drop to myknees and take this wonderful thing into my mouth, to run my tongue overits' hard softness but then I remembered how close to the road we were. Ifany one should come by and see me the shame would be too much.

'Can we go further into the wood?'

'OK' he said and put his cock back intohis pants. As we walked a few yards further into the trees my heart was stillbeating fast and I was almost quivering with anticipation at what lay instore.

We pushed our way into some bushes andhe turned to me, 'OK?'

I nodded my assent and although I wouldn'thave thought it possible, my pulse increased yet again and my breath caughtin my throat.

"Take your pants off', whatever he wantedI would do. I kicked them away from my ankles, the air cool round my body.He dropped his own trousers and again that beautiful thing came into view,so proud and tense.

'Turn round.' I faced away from him andheard him take a step forward, and then felt his hands on my hips and thehead of his cock between my buttock cheeks. He made no attempt to penetrateme but used my arse as an aid to masturbation, frictioning his cock up anddown. After a few minutes his breathing became harsher and quicker and verysoon he gasped and I felt a warm wetness invade my crack. He quickly pulledup his pants, leaving me to deal with the rapidly cooling slime between mycheeks.

I was so disappointed that he hadn't givenme the chance to do what I really wanted to do but when he asked if I fancied "Doingit again" the following afternoon I willingly agreed, hoping that my chancewould come to use my mouth on his cock.

It didn't happen though, because someonehad seen us and reported to our parents. There was a tremendous scandal ina small Yorkshire village and we were forbidden from going anywhere neareach other on the direst penalties.

Somehow I related this to Mr. Hunter,my throat like sandpaper, my speech faltering as I sought for the right words.When I finished he looked at me for what seemed to be an age.

"And do you regret that you did not havea chance to…..finalise the deed?"

I mumbled a reply.

"Speak up plainly Michael; do you regretnot having taken his penis in your mouth?"

"Yes Sir".

He nodded his head.

"Good boy, I am glad you have been honestwith me. I knew of this of course, security turned it up while researchingyou."

My head snapped up and I met his gazefor an instant. He smiled in quite a kindly manner.

"Poor boy, you've been trying to keepyour little secret while accessing all these web sites."

His eyes became calculating then he appearedto come to a decision of some sort.

"Michael, I am a man with, shall we say,needs that are different to the normal run of men. In the past I have paidyoung men to fulfil these needs but as I have become more powerful and richerthis has presented more and more problems as the possibility of blackmailbecame ever more threatening. When I employed you, you were subject to abattery of tests which were designed to establish your mindset. In effectI was looking for someone who would join me in my little pastimes but whowould be bound to me also by financial and I hoped personal ties. Duringthe last six months you have been observed closely and the reports tell methat you could be this person. Should you choose not to be, you will of coursehave to leave my service immediately. You would be rewarded for my terminatingyour contract early but I would have to take certain measures to ensure youdid not communicate any of this to other interests."

He let this hang in the air while mybrain whirled like a hamster in a cage. BDSM, gay sites, this man, was hewanting me to become his slave while doing my present job? Suddenly it wasas if my every wish had come true at once, which they had. This wonderfulman would become my master, my lover, my protector; I would serve him withmind and body. I looked up at him and he couldn't fail but to see the happinessin my face.

He opened his dressing gown and I sawhe was totally naked. I had no knowledge of other mens' equipment but thesight before me set my pulse racing and my breath quickened. His cock wasof a good size, his balls round and full, none of this view being hamperedby pubic hair. He opened his legs a little wider, and then looked acrossat me with a quizzical smile on his face.

'Well, Michael?' was all he said. Allthe locks and chains in the world could not have kept me from what I wanted,needed, to do.

I crossed the couple of yards betweenus and knelt between his legs. There was a scent of his toiletries and Isaw that he had talced after showering. Now that I was only inches away fromhis almost fully hard weapon I had momentary doubts. Of course I knew whatto do in broad terms, having fantasised so many times but now I was confrontedwith the real thing and one thing I did not wantto do was disappoint this great man.

Very gently I grasped the shaft of histool in my right hand and brought my mouth down towards it. I pulled theskin of his cock downwards towards his body so the head stood proud and reverentlyran my tongue round it. Try as I might I could contain myself no longer andtook the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue delighted in the smoothhardness of it as I swirled it round and round. He sighed and shuddered.My left hand went to his balls and I gently moved them round my palm, atthe same time using my nails to caress the junction of his scrotum and hisbody. Having satisfied my initial need for his cock I then proceeded to doall those wonderful things I had dreamt of for so long, running my tonguealong the length of it, squeezing the head so that the slit gaped and thentrying to get my tongue inside and sucking gently while moving my head backand forth. The gasps, sighs and shudders I heard and felt from his body toldme I was on the right track.

After a time I moved my mouth to his ballskissing and licking them and finally opening my mouth as far as possibleto get them inside while I continued to massage them with my tongue.

It seemed only a short while before Iheard his voice, thick and husky, say my name. I let his balls slide frommy mouth and looked up at him. He put his hands on my cheeks and moved mymouth once more to his cock where I opened my lips to welcome it. Gentlyhe moved my face backwards and forwards to indicate what he wanted me todo. Sucking all the time I moved my lips over his glans, my heart beatingeven faster as I realised that this was IT, I would have a man cum in mymouth. I could feel the tension increase in his body and increased my paceuntil with a deep groan he came, flooding my mouth with his semen. Somethingof ammonia, slightly salty, quite bland, I'm sure I will have many opportunitiesto acquire the taste for it. There was no question as to what I would dowith it and so swallowed every drop as it pulsed out. When his orgasm wasover I kept his shrinking cock in my mouth, quietly caressing it with mylips and tongue, cleaning and loving it. After a while he pulled out frommy mouth. I tilted my head back to look up at him. He smiled down.

"Not bad for beginner." My heart leapedat the praise.

"However, your readings in BDSM willhave no doubt shown you that in a relationship such as the one I wish todevelop with you, the giving and receiving of pain is also an integral part." Asmall worm of fear started to burrow in my belly. What comes next? I've justgiven him the most that one man can give another. He stood up and let thedressing gown fall from his shoulders. The planes of his beautiful body gleamedin the soft light.

"Stand up and remove your clothing." Idid so and neatly laid my clothes on the chair, all except my pants. I wasembarrassed as my own cock was stiffening showing my excitement.

"ALL your clothes" Like a whiplash inthe still room. I hurriedly pulled down my pants and laid them on the chair.My instinct was to hide my now erect cock with my hands but I felt that wasnot what he wanted, so managed to keep them by my side. He looked me up anddown.

"You will need to do more gym work".But if he noticed my erection, how could he not, he made no comment.

"Walk to the door behind my desk". Hefollowed me across the room picking up a key from the desk as he did so.I stopped at the closed door which he then opened with the key. ImmediatelyI was struck by the smell of new leather.

"Enter", He again followed me, flickingon the lights. In front of me was a shape I had seen on web sites but neverin real life. My knees went weak and I turned to him. He gave a grim smile.

"You recognise this of course."

"Is it a whipping horse?" my voice goinghoarse with fear but at the same time my erection, which had slackened duringthe walk across the room, stiffened again. Why should the prospect of painexcite me so?

"It is indeed and I intend to introduceyou to it very shortly. First, close your eyes and keep them closed." I compliedwith his order. I could hear him walk round the room, open and shut a doorand return to my left side.

"Keeping your eyes closed and your handsby your sides, lean back slightly."

I wobbled a bit as I did so, having troublebecause of my balance with closed eyes.

"Good, a little further." I managed tobend my back a little more, very aware of and embarrassed by the way my cockwas thrust out before me.

"Good, very good, stay like that a moment."

I suddenly heard a swish and felt a sickeningagonising pain in the head of my cock. I screamed, fell to my knees and grabbedmy offended member with both hands sweat breaking out over my body.

"I do not recall telling you to do that." Througheyes filled with tears I looked up at him, saw the whippy cane in his righthand. I staggered to my feet, held my now limp dick in my hand, expectingto see blood and a wound but there was only a red mark, deepening quickly.

"You do not experience sexual pleasureof any kind or degree unless I allow you to, understand?"

" Yes, Sir" through gritted teeth, thehead of my cock again in my hand.

"We must take steps to ensure that youcannot achieve an erection." My guts twisted with fear.

"What do you mean Sir?"

"You will find out in good time but fornow I think it is time to introduce you to the horse"

My mind was churning with so many emotions,tear, because I knew that I was about to experience more pain than I hadever had before but also a kind of elation that this was about to happen.Something I had fantasised about for so many years was on the point of becomingreality.

He took my left arm above the elbow andguided me on trembling knees across the room. I noticed the horse was anunusual design with six legs but my mind was in no state to wonder why. Iwas led to the end of the horse and he told me to open my legs slightly tomatch those of the instrument of my torture. I felt the wood of the legsagainst the flesh of my legs and the leather against my lower belly. Thiswas the moment I could end my torment before it ever began, by walking away.I meekly stayed. Mr. Hunter bent down and I felt him fasten a strap aroundmy left ankle, pulling it tight then after a pause, pulling again to gainmore security. I could have bent my head and watched him but I kept my eyesfixed on a painting of an Italian scene on the wall before me. He next placeda strap round my left thigh and pulled it as tight as possible, denying myleg the right to help me run when the pain came. He then strapped my rightleg to the horse. while I contemplated the happy Italian peasants. What wouldthey think if they could see this scene, with a young man being strappedto a wooden horse for punishment?

His hand between my shoulder blades,pushing me forward, my chest along the horse, the smell of new leather fillingmy senses. A broad strap across the small of my back, the leather stiff inits' newness. My head is turned to the left and I look at a sideboard coveredin crystal glass, very civilised. More straps at my wrists and upper arms.My brain is screaming that it doesn't want what is about to occur but theworm of submission is poisoning it, making me lie still.

The boss finishes securing me, breathingdeeply from pulling on the straps.

"I think I deserve a restorative beforewe commence".

He walks back into the study, I see themuscles at his shoulders and arms and an involuntary shudder runs throughmy body. The sound of glass on glass, a sigh as he sits down, drinks brandywhile I shiver, terrified and waiting, secured for his entertainment.

The straps start to bite into my fleshhurting before the great hurt. My cock, trapped between my body and the leather,tries to harden. Fool thing, don't you realise the pain that must go throughthis body?

I hear him get to his feet and see himwalk through the door towards me, cane dangling from his right hand. I tryto turn my eyes back to see him but lose him as he approaches my body onmy left side. My heart pounds and I have difficulty breathing, the fear takesover from any lust that may have remained. I feel the cane gently touch myarse, my muscles contract. I have no control over them. He says no word.I hear a swish and a line of fire burns across my arse. I do not scream,although a sharp gasp is torn from me. My small victory. Sweat breaks outover my body. Again the cane touches my arse, again the swish and the fireagain the gasp. And so it goes, the touch of the cane contracts my musclesbefore the agony of the stroke. Somewhere about the tenth stroke I can controlmy self no longer, I scream, hear a small noise of satisfaction as he acknowledgesmy surrender. Sweat pours from me; I feel it trickle between the cheeks ofmy arse, strange that in all this agony that should register. The leatherbeneath my chest is wet with it. Soon my voice becomes hoarse but he doesnot let up. The metronome efficiency of his beating is terrible, the strokescoming after exactly the same interval every time, the interval needed tolet the pain flood my body to the full. I twist and turn in the straps; Ihave no control as my body tries to escape the agony. How could I ever havedesired this? Time goes by, I scream my pain to the night, until even thatis denied me and I can only groan more loudly as the cane turns my arse intopure pain.

It has stopped; I hear my sobbing andgasping for breath, feel the mucus that has run from my nose and mouth. Hetoo is panting, from his exertions. He goes back to the library, to replenishhis glass. I hear his feet as he returns.

"No more, please, no more." I beg. Whatcan I do to have him not hit me again? The cheeks of my arse quiver uncontrollably,my whole body goes into spasm as the organism thinks it may soon be relivingthe beating.

But it's not too be. He unfastens thestraps that hold my body; I slide off that horrible horse and scream oncemore as my flayed arse contacts the floor.

"Get up." He repeats the order. I can'tmove. My whole body is a mass of shaking agony.

"If you are not on your feet in ten secondsyou will be re-secured and I will beat you to within an inch of your life."

Hasn't he done that already? But thethreat beats the pain I now feel and somehow, arms and legs in all directions,I make it upright.

"Good boy" the words bring a rush ofpleasure. Again he takes me by the arm. I groan as the tortured muscles inmy rear begin to move. He takes me to a chair and stops in front of it. "

" Bend over, hands on the seat. Legswide apart." Oh, no,no,please no, no more.

He walked over to a cabinet at the sideof the room and removed something from it, then walked behind me. I hearda strange sound and couldn't remember what it was until it came to me, rubbergloves being donned!

'Spread your legs as wide as possible'.I did my best although the cramps in them made it difficult. I felt his handsspread my buttocks, the cool air playing round my anus relieving the agonyof his hands on my flesh. Tension flooded through me, overcoming the tirednessfrom the evenings' activities. I shifted my feet nervously.

'Keep still'. Very quiet but with theiron of command. The fingers of one hand held my cheeks parted and suddenlythere was a cold, wet slippery feeling at my hole. My cheeks clenched reflexivelyand my legs came together as I gasped.

'You seem to be very disobedient thisevening'

'I'm sorry Sir, things are happening sofast it's upsetting me.'

'Yes, I suppose you are having a rather unusual evening,however, that does not excuse your conduct and unless you feel that a furtherperiod of discipline is required I strongly recommend your attention to myorders'.

'Yes Sir, I am sorry, it won't happenagain. I really do want to please you.'

'Very well, reopen your legs.' After Icomply I feel something press into my hole.

'As you have performed reasonably wellso far, with one or two exceptions, I have decided to ease your passage forboth of us and am now applying a lubricant. You will do well to allow thepassage of my finger without clenching your muscles to reject it.'

With that the pressure increased and Ifelt the start of a dull nagging ache as my sphincter was opened. Instinctivelymy muscles contracted to stop the passage of something entering my body bythat route but to no avail. The steady pressure continued, as did the entryof his finger,

'I told you before, do not contract yourmuscles, breath deeply and relax.'

How can I relax with someone stickinga finger up my arse, the thought comes to my head but also comes excitementat what is being done to me. So many fantasies coming true in one day!

The finger is removed, my rectum feelsstrangely empty. More lube is applied.'

'I am now going to use two fingers, rememberwhat I said'

This time the ache is really severe, Igroan uncontrollably, partly because of that but also because he has failedto cut his nails short and even through the gloves they are abrading thesides of my passage. When the fingers have entered to their maximum he turnsthem about. I feel the desire to push the intrusion out but try my best toremain still.

'Good boy'. His tone is what he woulduse to a dog but still it fills me with pride.

Once more the fingers are removed andthen I hear him discard the gloves. He comes to my head, his cock becomingerect.

" Open your mouth' and as I do so heinserts his cock. I suck eagerly, perhaps he'll let me suck him off ratherthan raping me but his next words disillusion me.

'Rather ironic that you should hardenthe cock that fucks you, don't you think?' In my battered mind I see therightness of it, that he should do this to me in my beaten and broken state.

He pulls his now fully erect cock frommy mouth and once more walks behind me. He puts on a condom.

'And now young man, for the moment oftruth'. His left hand is placed on my left hip and I feel something whichseems huge at my entrance. His right hand finds my right hip and I feel thepressure at my hole increase. I can't help it, I whimper but whether it'sfrom fright or anticipation or both I know not. Steadily the pressure increases,he's not violent but I know he won't stop until he is in my bowels. The achefrom the stretching of my muscle ring is intense, my hands clench and unclenchand I rise to my toes for some reason known to no one.

'Please, please give me a minute, pleaseease off' I hear myself pleading but know there will be no respite untilhe is deep in me. The pain from this taking of my virginity is so intensethat I am covered in sweat and can only groan between breaths. Suddenly thepain decreases slightly and I think the head of his tool must have made itinto my bowel.

He keeps up the pressure and slowly Ifeel the length of his cock it my rectum, filling me, making me want to ejecthim but at the same time loving the fullness of it all. I feel his thighsagainst my straining cheeks and the agonies of flesh on seared flesh.I knowhe is totally in me. He pauses momentarily then begins a slow, long, steadythrusting, working his cock round inside me, straining the already strainedsphincter and making me gasp at the stabs of pain. Gradually his pace increasesbut the length of the thrust decreases; again he starts to pant with exertion.He's hammering into me so hard. Suddenly he gives a fierce lunge that pushesme onto the back of the chair and he falls on top of me.

In a few seconds his cock slips frommy bowel, leaving again a feeling of emptiness despite my rape. He risesto his feet.

"On your knees, face away from the chair." Ohno, what next.

He comes to stand in front of me, facingaway from me. He bends over; legs wide spread but say not a word. It takesa while for my pain raddled brain to realise he will not say anything, thelast part of my total submission is up to me.

I shuffle forward, gasping from the dualpain of my buttocks and sphincter. I gently part the cheeks of his arse andreveal his crinkled anus. Slowly, reverently I put my lips on it and verygently lick it. The only taste is a salty, sweaty. He sighs.I become moreforward, trying to push my tongue into the tight orifice. He lets me continuelike this for some time before moving away and turning towards me.

He looks at me and smiles a smile ofpure delight.

"Thank you Michael, I'm sure we willget on well together."