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I stopped to take stock of myself. There I was facing the tree, hands on my head, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, just like the email said. My shoes and socks lay on the ground next to me, the shoes heel to heel pointing in opposite directions, the socks lay perfectly flat on the ground, forming an X shape with the shoes.
The email had been quite explicit in it's attention to detail, if I was to become a boy then I would have to keep to the strictest of detail, and any sloppiness would be punished severely. No matter what happened I wasn't to speak, I wasn't to look round, and I wasn't to move. I was to remain in the woods facing the tree, silent. I wasn't even sure what time this guy would arrive. I was just told to be there 7-8. If he hadn't arrived by 8 I was to leave, but I was to leave my shoes and socks behind to prove that I had been there.
I waited anxiously, almost certain that someone would see me like I was. I wouldn't even be able to tell if it was him approaching or someone else...a dog walker maybe, or a couple out for a evening walk together. I started to chuckle to myself when I started to imagine the reaction I would get from a young couple.....and I could imagine their surprise at seeing a semi clothed 19 year old, facing a tree, with his hands on his head like a naughty schoolboy.
By now you might be wondering how I managed to get into this rather different position. It all started with an advert I placed on a website, saying how I wanted to try being a slave boy, and that I wanted to be made to submit by someone roughly the same age as me. I didn't hear anything for ages then all of a sudden I received an email from a 22 year old calling himself 'the Boss' .
The email detailed in its instructions, saying in short that I was to wait in the woods, in white t-shirt and shorts, no underwear, as described above. If I didn't reply then it was to be assumed that I wasn't interested. If I did reply then it was to be an email with only one word.....SIR.
That was at 2pm this afternoon, and now here I was.....waiting with anticipation, barely able to breathe, trembling slightly.
Suddenly I gasped as a hand reached between my legs and grabbed me by the balls. "Don't fucking move slave". I recoiled, startled at the stealth in which what I could only assume was the boss, had approached without me hearing.
"Good boy, stay still. If you want to leave then do so now, otherwise be prepared. You have 1 minute". I stayed still, my mind racing, unsure if I was doing the right thing. His hand was still squeezing my balls tight. A minute passed and I felt him reach down my feet. I heard him unzip something followed by a short pause. "Open" he ordered , touching my mouth with something soft and slightly smelly. I opened my mouth and the object was pushed in hard, then a leather strap was put into place to hold the object in place.
"Stay absolutely fucking still, or you'll get hurt" he whispered, then he put a blindfold over my eyes. I felt him take hold of my shirt, then felt a cold metal object on my lower torso. I heard a ripping sound as the object moved, then with practiced ease he ripped my shirt away. The same treatment was soon applied to my shorts, leaving me completely naked, in the woods, at the hands of a stranger.
Suddenly he grabbed me, and pulled me away. I felt myself being bent over and soon felt the rough wood of a tree against my chest as I was bent over the tree, and then my legs were spread apart.
I felt the rough wood of the tree brushing against my cock as I was bent over, then a pair of cold steel handcuffs were placed on my wrists, locking my hands into place behind by back. Without a word from him, my legs were stretched apart, and I suddenly felt an object being pushed into my un-lubed hole. I tried to push away from the object, but suddenly my mind was on the sharp crack that I both heard and felt, as a whip landed across my bare back.
"Told you not to fucking move" was the only comment he made, and then the object was rammed, full force, into my anal cavity.
I felt a collar being put around my neck, and then the collar was yanked downwards. I heard him rattling some chains then he moved away. I tried to lift my head, but found that I couldn't. I could only assume that my collar was chained to the tree that I was now bent over. I started to get worried. What if someone found us? Was he even still there....I couldn't hear him. I waited what must have been ages, before finally I heard someone approach, move around the camp a little, and then walk away again. I waited some time longer, and then I was startled to feel a warm liquid start to pour over my bare back and ass. This continued for what must have been at least a minute, then I heard someone step down next to me.
"Good boy next time you'll drink it, now for your reward".
The object was pulled sharply from my ass, and then I felt him move in front of me. The strap from my mouth was removed, and the cloth taken out. It was soon replaced with a not so nice taking object....
"Clean it proper boy".
I started to suck on the object and licked it clean...I Soon figured it was the object that had been in my ass.
"Keep it in your mouth" he commanded.
Then I heard him move behind me again. I heard a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down.
Suddenly without warning his cock entered me, in full, and with no hesitation. Almost as soon as he was in me, he had pulled out again. This continued with ferocious speed, so that I was barely able to tell if he was in or out. After 5 minutes he stopped, and with lighting speed the object in my mouth was replaced with his hard cock.
"Take it, don't spill"
He power fucked my mouth until I felt his salty creamy load hitting the back of my throat. I felt him pull out and the blindfold was removed.
For the first time I saw him. His 9" cock now going slightly soft as he stood in front of me. "You're coming with me" he said as he started to unfasten the chains holding my collar in place.
He pulled me up and stood in front of me.
"From now on boy you're mine....Your coming home with me right now, and when we get there you'll be paddled, cleansed, and fucked again....very hard...until you can't take anymore. Understand?".
I hesitated...... He continued
"Look around you...your clothes are now in my van. If you want to stop then you can, but your not getting your clothes back, and i'll leave you here, with the handcuffs on. If you want to come, then lay on the floor, on your back, with your feet in the air".
I hesitated then slowly sunk to the floor.
"Good boy. I'll let you go tomorrow, you have my word on that" he continued.
Then he picked up a small branch from the floor.
"As a test you are now required to lay still until I say. If your feet touch the ground then it's game over".
He then started to whip my feet with the branch. I was in agony and wanted it to stop. I knew I could make it stop, but I couldn't. He whipped each foot 9 times before stopping.
"Good boy" he said soothingly before helping me up.
He then grabbed my cock and pulled me towards him
"We're leaving" was all he said.
Then he used my cock as a leash and pulled me along, behind him, towards the clearing that he had obviously parked his van in. I struggled to keep up, my freshly whipped feet in agony, as I was led, completely naked, completely unaware of what the next 24 hours might bring.
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