Invitation

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First meetings are always a little scary for me, but the room # you gave me is right in front of my face. I check my back-pack just to make sure I brought all my stuff with me, executioners hood, cod with a zipper cod-piece, and the full facial hood with no mouth (soon I hope to get more). I zip the pack back up and knock on the door. My heart jumps a bit when the sound reaches my ears.

I stand there waiting. I look around a bit, but there is no one in sight. The door opens quickly and a hand reaches out, grabs my coat, and pulls me inside. Before I get a chance to look at my sorroundings, a blind-fold is placed around my eyes. I put my hand out to see if I can feel around for this person, but a hard slap accross my ass tells me otherwise.

"Don't move unless I tell you to move, got that BOY?"

"Yes ... sir", I say, almost forgetting the 'sir'.

You strips off my clothes. I stand there wondering what you are doing my cock is already stiff, pointing parallel to the ground.

"Not bad," I hear you say. A finger runs down my spine and a shiver courses through me. It slides down to my ass and begins poking about. "Tight hole," I hear you say to yourself.

A hand grabs my shoulder and pushes me forward while a second keeps my hips still. My hand involentarily go forward, ready to brace myself from the floor, but your hands hold me still at a 90 degree angle. I place my hands on my legs and expose my ass. A hand smacks against my bare ass and I almost loose my balance. "Listen up BOY, while you are hear I am to be called 'Master' and every sentance is to end in 'Sir', got that BOY?"

"Yes Sir!" I say. SLAP! I keep my balance but a small gasp escapes my lips.

I hear my bag being unzipped. Then some of my leather stuff being pulled out. After a few seconds of rustling, I feel a hand pull me by my cock, I walk forward and then I am forced to my knees. The blindfold is pulled off. I unfortunately don't get to see the face of my captor, because you have taken the executioners hood out of my bag and you are wearing it. The only features I can make out are your mouth and chin. The rest is hidden by the black leather. Your eyes stare at me from the darkness inside. I feel as if they will burn through me.

"Take off my shoes and socks and make my feet clean" you say. Happy to be able to serve you, I quickly do as you order. My toungue glides along the top of your left foot and between your toes. You lift up your feet and I wash them underneath.

"My feet taste good BOY?"

"Yes Sir!" I say.

"Well, maybe you'd like to clean something else."

You stand up and begin to take off your pants. I am anticipating your cock with hungry eagerness. But when you finally are stripped waist- down, you lean over and give me your ass. "Clean it boy."

I bend forward and let my tougue slide along the crack. I try my best to get everywhere. Soon I reach your hole and gently give it little laps up and down. The heat from your hole invites my toungue inside. I can feel the warmth of this Master, and I want you to feel good.

When you tire of this, you pull me onto the bed and tie me spread- eagle face up. You sit on my chest with your cock and balls resting on my face. "Just lick," you say. I stick out my toungue and start caressing your sex. I see that you get hard and am pleased with me so far. You abruptly push your cock into my mouth and go all the way in. I gag for a moment, and you pull back out a little. You force yourself back in, this time no gaging. Your hips start to thrust you cock down my throat, and the slight taste of pre- cum warms my mouth and throat.

Then the blindfold is placed back on and you move off m. A wet finger starts to probe around my ass. Your finger slowly enters me. My hole is tight and the second finger you put in makes me withdraw a little, but the ropes are doing their job. The third finger brings a sharp pain, but it subsides and the pleasure remains. The finger-fuck you give me sends my senses reeling, the random thrusts you give keep me unsure of what will happen next. Abruptly you pull out.

Your hand comes out and gently touches my cock. My body jumps from the unexpected pleasure, then relaxes. You do this a few more times, and each time I try to move, trying to get my cock closer to your hand, but I am still confined. Then next time you grab my cock tightly and pull on it. The mixture of pleasure and pain that you are causing sends mixed messages and I don't know weather to moan with excitement or discomfort.

Still holding onto me, you get into position to mount me. I can feel you cock sliding along my ass. "You ready to get fucked boy?"

The slight hesitation brings a quick tug on my cock.

"Yes, Sir."

"You don't sound like you really want it, do you?"

"Oh, yes sir! I want to get fucked sir! My hole is hungry for a man's cock sir. Please fuck me sir. Please fuck my hole!"

Your cock comes to rest on the opening and you slowly invade me. "Oh, Yes Sir, Fuck me Sir!" Only the head of your cock gets in before the pain rips through me. You stop for a second and reach over to pull off the blind-fold. My face is a little contorted, but I make no sounds to show my discomfort. I open my eyes and see you leaning over me. I still can't see your face because of the hood. You begin to push in father, my hole still very tight. All of a sudden it relaxes and you slide in easily. Our bodies exchange heat and one final burst of pain comes, then goes.

After all the pain goes, I say "Sorry for being so difficult to enter sir."

A smile crosses your face. Looking up at your eyes peering through the leather makes me feel safe and comfortable.

At first the thrusts you give are slow and carefull. Not hinting to the power of your lust you are holding back for the moment. "You got a nice warm hole."

"Thank you sir."

"Let's see how much you can take boy."

Your hips start to grind into me and the pace speeds up. Still leaning over me, you stare at me. Your eyes and cock burning into me. Then you start thrusting hard and you close your eyes. With the final rapid movements of your hips you pull out, rip off the condom, and cum all over my cock and balls.

The cum spurts out and hits my chin, your head is thrown back, your body glistening with sex-sweat, your cock giving out your sweet man juice. You finish cumming and look down on me. You take your cum and rub it into me. You reach for my cock and begin to jerk me off. In a few moments I cum. I thrash around, arms pulling, wanting to touch my own cock. The years of jerking off has made me very sensitive, and the sensations are overwhelming, but still the ropes hold me tight. My cock stiffens, my body arches, and with one loud UHHHHH I cum. The initial burst hits your chin unexpectedly, you push my cock up to aim it toward my face and the second and third barely reach my neck. You continue to make slight tugs at my cock, lengthening the orgasm, watching as my body twitches to every tug you give.

After it is over, you untie me and you look me over. Our cum still intermingling on my body. Surprizingly, you start to lick some off. With one hand you rub some off and push it into my mouth. The taste warms my throat. Then finally take off the mask so I can look at you. I stare at you for a few moments, then you lean over and we kiss, with the cum mixing in our mouths. You cradle my body and head next to you, and I am soon fast asleep.

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I am awakened by a pulling sensation on my nipple. I open my eyes and look down to see you genlty pinching me. "Ahh, the little boy has awakened." you say showing a sinister grin. "I've been wondering how long it would take to wake you. I took the liberty of putting you in some rubber underwear. Do you like?"

I looked down over my chest to see a black skin-tight pair of underwear covering me. The outline of my limp dick is clearly visible. The sight of it's confinement begins to make it grow. "I can see you do like it." You look up and give me another grin. "C'mon, time to eat breakfast. Let's get dressed."

"Yes sir."

"Oh, and until I make you mine you only have to call me 'Sir' when we are 'in bed'."

"Ok Tim" I say, almost expecting a little backlash.

You push yourself closer and kiss me gently. You back off, stand up, and walk into the bathroom. I watch your leg muscles flex and get a shiver. Then I stand up and begin to dress. My clothes are in a neat pile near the bed. I put them on, grab my shoes, and wait. A few moments later you walk out, open a draw and start pulling out clothes. "You seem alot quieter in person" you say.

"I'm still getting over our little session."

"You liked it that much, huh?" you give me a glance.

"Well, yeah, I really enjoyed it."

You grab your keys and we head down to eat.

****** uneventfull small talk here while we eat so I'll skip it ******

We return to your room. You tell me to lie on the bed because you have something to show me. I relax and you pull out a suitcase from under the bed. You zip it open and pull out a full leather body suit! My eyes practically fall out of my head! You look at my reaction, and say "You better close your mouth, something might get in there."

"I have never seen anything like that in my life!"

"Yes it is a beauty all right. Had it cusom made, this and another one. One for the top, one for the bottom."

"Which one is that?"

"The top. Only one person has worn the other suit, may last slave. Boy could he cook." You pause for a moment. You begin to tell me of the two slaves you have had. Neither really worked out, but both were good. You had bought the last slave at an auction. The auction had been in California. Not a REAL auction, but one of thoses charity things. The contract was for one month of servitude, but he stayed longer than that. He was really good, unfortunately he was a free spirit and slavery was really not his thing. You both tried, but the relationship was not working out. So you broke-up. "Maybe if I meet that right person I will wear this again, but until then it's just decoration."

We sit silent for few seconds, then you say "So are you sweaty yet?"

I think for a moment, then remeber that I still had the rubber underwear on. "A little," I say.

"Good, cause I need you nice and sweaty for tonight. I got a surprize for you for being such a good slave last night. But for now, I have work, so we'll meet later tonight here at say ... 7?"

"Sure, I'll see you at 7."

"Ok, don't forget your stuff."

You hand me my stuff, We exhange a small kiss, and I'm gone.

I arrive back on time. Again the door is in front of me and I knock. The door opens immediately. You are standing in front of me. You smile and move to let me in. I enter and notice someone kneeling, face pointed down, by the bed. He is totally naked except for a collar and chain leash which is tied to the bed. I look at you, a little confused, and somewhat excited.

"This is your reward for good service," you say as you point to the bed, "and a little test. I want you to strip exept for the underwear and lie on the bed face-up."

"Yes Sir." I take off my clothes and lie on the bed.

"Put your hands behind you head boy and listen carefully. This dog on the floor is going to service you, but you are not to move, help, or show any gratitude to it. The only thing I want you to do is get hard and cum. If this dog is to hurt you in any way, I want you to say 'ouch' then explain where it hurt you, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, now lets start." You turn to the dog still on the floor and pat him on the head. "Now fido, I want you to service this Boy from head to foot, starting with his feet."

I hear a bark, then I see him stand up. He has an excellently chisled body, no hair except his head and crotch, which is dark blond. The collar pulls to the left where the chain hangs down. He gets on the bed between my legs and pushes them gently apart. He begins to sniff at my feet, then lick. I can feel his warm tongue slide around my toes and underneath. I almost sigh, but catch myself. You move to a chair to my left and sit.

Fido starts to move up my leg, sniffing and licking. The underwear I am wearing is showing a bulge. Underneath I can feel the sweat from the entire day. He gets to my crotch and begins to pull them off. Immediately I hear and see a belt come down across the dogs back. He stops, apparently scared to move. "Not yet," I hear you say, then you quietly slip back to the chair.

The dog begins to move past my crotch. He starts up to my chest, licking and sucking along the way until he reaches my left nipple. The slight tugs and heat from his mouth send me reeling. I want to move to push myself closer, but I resist the urge.

"Now," you say.

Obediently the dog moves to my crotch and slides down the underwear. I immediately feel the cold air against my sweaty skin. I also notice the aroma of dick, and I begin to wonder how strong it must be. The dog immediately buries his face under my balls. I can hear him inhaling my scent. I raise my hips a little.

"Are you forgetting what I told you boy?" you say stearnly.

I get a slight pang in my chest and relax my hips. "No Sir."

"Don't let it happen again or I will be forced to help you remember."

"Yes Sir." The dog is still there in my crotch. I can feel his expert toungue licking the very sensitive area under my balls. He moves up and takes my balls into his mouth. He very gently rolls them around. His hands have moved to my hips and are rubbing.

"Suck Fido," you say. I begin to feel a hot mouth around my cock as he swallows it down to the hilt. My hips buck-up and I let out a whimper before I realize what I have done.

"Stop Fido." You get up and walk over to me. "I said not to move, now I'm gonna make sure you can't." You reach under the bed and pull out a strap with velcro. Three more appear and I notice the two on the end have what look like cuffs. You go around to the other side and produce the same thing. You take the ones closest to my head and put my hand in the cuff, you do the same on the otherside and velcro the two straps tight against the bed. My hands are now outstretched and I cant bend my elbos. You do the same to my feet. Next you take the two unadorned straps. One you fit tightly over my chest, almost too tightly, the other you put right over my crotch. I hadn't noticed the hole in that one, which my hard cock is now poking through. You tighten something around the base of my cock and balls. "Now you can't move." you say and let out a laugh. "Fido, slap his cock around a bit."

I immediately feel a slap accross my cock and it bounces against my stomach. I try to pull away but am held by my cock. Another slap and a sign of discomfort passes my lips. Two more slaps, then it stops. I look up to see Fido with an evil grin across his face. I glance over at you and you too have the same grin. "Ok Fido," you say, "sit on his cock." You hand Fido a condom. He takes it and slides it down over my cock. It now really sensative from the slapping, tingles from his touch. You stand behind Fido, and from what I can make out, you are lubricating him. Then you tell him to turn around and sit. He turns, and I notice you replaced the chain from his collar with a strap.

Fido eases himself down on my hard tool. I feel really vulnerable and a little bit violated, but that seems to enhance what is going on. Very slowly I can feel the heat of his ass as my cock slides easily inside. My hips are now pushing on the straps, which are doing their job quite well. I can't even move an inch!

I see you walk beside me. You are now naked with a raging hardon. You climb over me and face Fido's back. Now I am completely blind as to my lower body because your ass is in my face. "Now, Boy, I want you to service my ass. I want it to feel good."

"Yes Sir!"

You sit back and my toungue begins to explore you. I can also feel Fido as he starts to fuck himself with my cock. At first the sensations from my buried cock are not strong, but as my excitement grows from from a forced ass in my face and my cock being controlled, it quickly builds.

After a few minutes I can feel the first stirring of orgasm nearing. My hips try to thrust, but can't. My mouth, now completely uninterested in it's previous job, just moves due to the intense pleasure from down below. I then feel Fido lift up off me. My cock, almost ready to explode, sends a somewhat painful sensation as it's stimulation ceases. The condom is then pulled off and Fido begins sucking again.

You move down on my chest, still sitting.

I feel the the cum beginning to make it's way out. The sensations are too much! I start moaning. As I approach orgasm thesigns of pleasure escaping my lips grows louder. I want to bring my hand down to ease up on the sensations, but it pulls in vain.

With a loud yell I cum! Fido pulls off and you stroke me. The first blast shoots out of my throbbing disk with force and I pull and yank at my reastraints. All my muscles contract. Another spasm from my groin sends more cum flying. Then another. Seven more times it spasms. Then it slows down. I let out a whimper, which is all I can manage. 8 .. 9 ....10, until my dick starts to loose it's stiffness.

I am breathing heavily. My heart pounds inside my chest. I can feel cum on my stomach. You rise off me and face me and I look at you. For a moment I don't see it, but when my eyes focus on you, I see 3 glistening spots on your body. One is under you left eye, dripping down to you chin, the other two are on you chest, above your left nipple and right underneath. You stand there and let it drip. I watch as Fido moves to you and hungrily eats my offering. I feel a slight bit of jealousy, after all, it's my cum. When Fido is done he moves to me and cleans off my body. Sweat is still dripping down my face and chest.

You sit back in the chair and Fido begins to suck you. I watch, hardly able to move, but still wishing that were me.

In a few seconds you say "Oh .... Fuck yeah .... yeah .... Ohhhh FUCK ... YEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!" and your body tenses. I then see Fido lift his head. The smile I see on you makes my face red with anger as he got your cum, not me.

You look at me. You can read the expression on my face clearly, but don't let on that you know. While still tied down (and extremely tired) Fido gets dressed. Before he leaves I fall asleep from exhaustion.

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One Week Later...

I wait for the bus that will take me to your home. I clutch the ticket tightly in my hand. A suitcase sits next to me with all my important stuff; cloths, sock, underwear, etc. I am still nervous.

I open my carry-on and take out a piece of paper. On it are written the words:

Boy,

I have decided to try you out for a period of one month.

After which I will decide if I want to keep you as a full time

slave. I have enclosed a bus ticket. Bring only your

necessities. That is all.

Master Tim.

Even after reading it 20 times this letter makes me hard. The porter takes my suitcase and puts it in the compartment on the bus. I climb in and find a comfortable seat in the back. In a few minutes the bus rolls out.

It only takes 30 minutes to reach my destination. Almost a waste for me to use bus for such a short trip. I get off and am sitting on a bench in front of the stop. I sit here for over an hour, but I see no sign of you. I begin to worry a bit. There seems to be no-one in sight.

Nature begins to call so I go around to the side of the station to use the mens room. As I turn the corner I almost bump into you. You are standing there, between me and the bathroom, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Your expression never changes from the cool and dull look you are giving me as you say "Glad to see you came boy, let's see how you greet your new Master."

For a moment I just stand there, your expression never shifting. Then it hits me. I kneel down in the dirt and begin to clean off your boots. "Very good. I see you can think on your feet. Now get up and follow me." You start to walk away immediately. I spring to my feet and follow. You point to my bags as you pass and I grab them as fast as possible. You open the trunk of your car and I put my stuff inside.

We get in the car and you lock the doors. You start the car up and begin to drive off. "Take off your clothes and put on the item you find in the glove-compartment."

In the cramped car I struggle to remove my clothes. You seem to pay no attention to me. I am now naked and open the compartment. Inside I find a studded leather collar. I put it around my neck and tighten it.

You then begin to tell me exactly what you expect from me. You tell me That I will be expected to do all the house hold chores, will work out with you 4 times a week, always call you Master by name and Sir, will be expected to greet you everytime you come home, and various other things. While you talk you reach over and begin to play with my penis as we drive along. I grows to full length quickly and you poke, pull, and rub it. I put my head back and close my eyes. Seeing me relax causes you to give a hard pinch to the sensitive skin under the tip. My head immediatly snaps up and I open my eyes at the sharp pain. "Pay attention when I speak to you shithead," you say stearnly.

I begin to feel uncomfortable at making you yell.

You pull your hand away and continue driving. I unconsciously continue what you had started down there. No sooner does my hand brush my sex when your hand reaches out, grabs my wrist, and painfully squeezes it.

"I see you have a lot to learn," you say, then release your crushing grip. We turn a corner, and are driving down a street where the houses are spaced 500 feet apart. We turn into the driveway of a blue, two-story house. You click the garage opener and the door swings up. We pull in and the door closes behind us.

"Get out," you say. I open the door and put my feet on the cold concrete floor. I close the door and wait. You get out and go over to the wall next to you. You take a chain down, walk over to me, and hook it to the collar. Without speaking you walk through the door way and tug at the collar. I follow. We walk down a hallway, then turn left into a pitch-black room. You close the door aan turn on the light.

I let out a gasp as I see wall-to-wall bondage equipment! Before I can get a good look, you put a hood on me. There is a snap-on blind which you quickly put in place. I can smell leather. My cock, which has been rock-hard, now drips precum.

The collar pulls me forward and I can hear you fastening the end to something. Then you speak.

"Ok Boy, let's get started. Pay attention as I want you to repeat what I say. Kneel down with your hands on you lap. 1, You are to refer to me as Master in the presence of the people I specify, and privately. 2, You are to follow ALL my commands prompty and to the best of your ability. I will listen to any objections you might have without punishing you. Repeat those."

"I am to refer to you as Master whenever we are alone, and only with people who you say it is alright with. I am to follow all commands promptly and to the best of my ability."

"3, until I feel you are sufficiently pre-trained, you are to do none of the following without my permission: watch tv, use the phone, eat, drink, bathroom, touch your penis, or speak. Repeat."

"Until I am pre-trained, I will not speak, touch myself, eat, drink, or watch tv."

You say wrong, then reiterate the list. I get it right the second time. You tell me that you will give me 3 lashes for forgetting one item.

I hear you take off your belt. The jingling sound of the metal end scares me a bit. Then I feel a sharp sting accompanied by a slap on my back. I gasp out. A second, then a third. My back is not sore, but the sensation of the belt hangs there.

Next you pull me up and sit me in a sling. You restrain my feet so my ass is exposed to you. You do the same to my hands. Then I feel something on my ass. I hear your voice, "Ok slave, I would like to know who's fuck-hole this is."

"Yours, Sir," I say.

"And if it's mine, what does that mean?"

"You can do whatever you want with it sir." I feel a slight pressure on my, uhhh..., your fuck-hole.

"And that's because I have a lease out on it with an option to buy."

"Yes Master." The pressure increases. My arms and legs hang from the restraints pathetically useless.

"Well, now I think I'm gonna take it out on a test drive." With that I feel something huge enter me. A slight pain teases my ass, but it quickly dissipates. You push further in and now the pain returns. I grunt, but you still persist. I now have a huge dildo impaling me. You wait a second for my ass to get used to this new insertion. You start to pull it slowly out, then back in. The instrument you are useing feels great!

"Oh fuck me Sir," I say in a whisper. The pace begins to pick up and now you start probing for my g-spot. It doesn't take you long to hit it and I let out an 'UUUUUHhhhhhhh'.

"Think you can take it slave boy?" you say in a low tone.

"Yes Sir!" I say, completely engulfed in the sensations you are providing.

"Let's see how hard this hole can be fucked." With that you pick up the pace further and I begin to squirm. I can sense a smile as you watch me writhe in my bonds with a fat dildo shoved in me. My dick is hard and standing up tall. You start to really pound the tool into me. I pull and yell in pleasure each time you hit my spot. My ass starts to burn with the speed and friction. Before I can stop it I feel my cock twitch and tingle, then your hand grasps it. That slight stimulation pushes me over the edge and I cum in hot gobs. It hits my stomach and drips down the side. You hand never moves as it holds my hard member. I buck at your hand, my hips thrusting up, then it dies down.

The explosion of pleasure was intense, and I can still feel the aftermath as you tug and stroke my cock.

You then pull the device out of me. I lay there, panting.

Your voice, no longer filled with sexual tension but with warm passion, greets my ears. "Very good boy. You have pleased your Master well so far. I am going to keep you here for awhile. If you need anything, just yell, I will hear you." A warm cloth wipes off my body.

You bend down and gently let our lips come in contact. You pull off the blinder. I look into your eyes and say "Thank you Master Tim." A smile crosses your face, then a grin. You back off and push something. Above me I can see a tv screen, angled so as someone can have a perfect view when you lie in the sling. On it I see two men starting to make-out. I look at you, and you stare back, grinning.

"Be back in a while," you say, and leave the playroom.

I sit back and try to relax as I watch the two guys 69. Very soon my erection returns. Unfortunately, I have no way to relieve it. Sigh....

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It seems like hours, then the door opens and you appear. I look at you lustfully. The third porn show is running, nearing the last scene. I have watched 30 scenes in all, most containing leather and bondage. Precum has been leaking out of my pulsating rod and has formed a small stream down my side. You walk over to me and look at the stream of precum. Your finger slides along the trail and picks up a generous amount. You place the same finger on my lips, then push it inside my mouth. The taste of my own cum is sweet, and it warms my mouth.

"You have quite a leaky boy-cock, don't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Would you like to cum again?"

"Oh, Yes please Sir!"

"What will you do for me?"

"Master, I will do anything Sir!"

"Will you?" You lightly touch my cock. I jump, almost cumming right there.

I close my eyes and say, "Anything you want me to do Master, Sir!"

"Good." As you undo my straps you say "Do Not, under ANY circumstances, touch yourself."

"Yes Sir," I say. My hands and feet are soon free and you help me off the sling. You take the hood off me and kiss me deeply. I can hear you sniffing the leather scent that eminates from my head. You then slip tit-clamps on me. I pull back from the unexpected stimulus, but your hand grabs my ass and holds me still. You reach to the table on my left and open a drawer. You pull out a black clothes pin and put it on me in the middle of my stomach.

"Let's see how bad you want to cum. For every clothes pin I get on you before you say anything, is one second I let you masterbate."

You push me to my knees, and take out your cock. For the first time I get a good look at you. Your cock must measure at least 9 inches! I wonder how I was able to swallow that the first time, let alone having it up my ass! You grab my head with both your hands and pull me forward. I open my mouth and your cock slides in. As you face-fuck me, you start placing more clothes pins on me. The are all placed above my nipple line. I can't keep track of how many you put on but the pain is starting to get to me.

You pull your massive tool out of my mouth. Various clothes pins adorn my shoulders and back. I want to say something, to tell you it hurts, but my urge to cum overwhelms me and I stay quiet. You start to put them down my sides. You place one on my inner thigh. That is just too much for me and I say "Master, I don't think I can take much more."

You look down on me and say, "I thought you might be able to take more. But now it looks like you have only 17 seconds to jerk off. If you don't start cumming in that time, you are NOT allowed to cum for the rest of the day."

You start to take off the clothes pins. Each one you remove causes a sharp pain. When you finish, you say start, and I begin to feverishly work myself. I start to wonder if I'll make it. You start counting, 10 ... 11 ... the firast stirrings of orgasm hit me ... 12 ... 13 ... I feel my cock ready to explode ... 15 ... 16 ... the climax is just starting as you say 17. My heart is racing from both the pleasure and nervousness. You start to reach for my hand to pull it away when I cum. It splatters all over my chest. My body arches, my hips thrust, and I hold mty breath as I release my juice.

I relax my body and release my grip. You wipe up my cum and use it on your own sex. You stand over me and pump yourself. You cum in a minute, and the blasts hit my face and chest.

You take out the towel and wipe me off. "Time to take a shower kid," you say.

"Yes Master Tim, Sir."

I rise to my feet and look at you. You hook a leash back onto the collar and lead me out. We enter the hall and go up the stairs to the left. We enter another hall, with all the doors except one closed. You lead me there, every so often tugging at my collar.

Your bathroom is very clean, and rather large. There is a sink on the left with a tiolet next to it. On the opposite side is the shower with glass doors. You pull my leash down and I kneel down. You secure it to a hook, then you start to strip. I watch you intently. You pull your shirt over your head, your chest muscles are very nicly defined. You pull down your pants. I see that you aren't wearing underwear. Opening the glass door, you motion me inside.

The length of the leash gives me just enough room to lie in the tub. I see you loom over me. The light behind you casts a shadow over me, your whole front side seems darker. You move closer and aim you cock at my crotch. A yellow stream flows out of you and warms my own dick. You slowly cover my stomach and chest with your hot piss. The stream slows, then stops. "Just marking my property," you say.

You turn on the water. Its cold and splashes my feet and legs. It heats up quickly, too quickly! It is not hot enough to burn, but it is uncomfortable to say the least. You take down the showerhead and hose me down again. I let out a small scream as the hot water graces my tender groin. The water is bringing the clothes pin's pain back. My whole upper body tingles with pain. My face contorts and my mouth betrays my discomfort.

"You in a bit of pain little boy?"

"Not really Sir," but my tone tells you otherwise. You turn off the water and start to wash me with a sponge.

After you clean me you unhook the leash and bring me to the living room. My stomach growls a bit, you seem not to notice. You sit me on the floor in front of the sofa, sit down, then turn on the tv. I can hear the news anchor talking about something unimportant. You lift your foot to my hand, and hold it there. I take it in my hands and start to massage it for you. You relax a bit and watch tv as I rub your arch. The odor of your feet now coats my hand and I can smell the sweet aroma. You pull your foot away and give me the other one. Something the anchor-man says catches my intrest and I turn to look as I massage.

Your hand reaches out and grabs my hair. You pull it back and with gritted teeth say "What did I tell you. HUH?"

"Not to watch tv without your permission sir."

"This is your last warning, one more fuck-up and you'll be punished." You give my hair a tug to emphasise punished.

"Yes sir..." You release your grip.

When the time comes to eat, you place my food in a dish on the floor next to your chair. I have no utensils to use, and one napkin. I wait patiently as you eat, waiting for your permission. I remain on my knees with my eyes intent on my plate. My hunger rips through my tummy and it voices it's unhappiness. You look down on me and say one word, "Eat."

I dive into my chicken and rice. My void is soon filled.

You stand over me holding the leash as I wash and dry the dishes. You show me where each one goes by putting them away. You take me to the bathroom and tell me to go. I sit there a minute. You standing over me is making it difficult to go, but I finnally manage.

Next we go to your room. You hook the leash to the end of the bed. "I want you nice and rested for tomorrow. We have a lot of work to accomplish." You pat my head then climb into bed. I fall asleep quickly, and sleep very peacefully.

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I wake up before you. The floor is a little bit cold, and my back aches from the hard floor. I sit up and wipe my eyes and pull at the chain that keeps me attatched to the bed. I have a morning hard-on. I look down at it, knowing I shouldn't touch it, and don't.

I wait maybe 1/2 hour until you awaken. You get out of bed slowly, the sleep still clinging to you eyes. You walk right by me, hand on your face and staggering a bit. I can hear you go to the bathroom, but have no idea what you are up to. You come back with a bag of some sort, and place it on the bed. You turn to me, look down, and wait.

I sit there, confused with that post-sleep feeling. You don't wait long until you grab my hair and say very stearnly, "Have you forgotten how to greet your Master, fuckhead?"

You release your grip. My heart is racing and I feel the bite of fear. I kneel forward and start to worship your feet.

"Much better, but not good enough." I look up at you and you show a discontented face. You unhook my chain and practically drag me downstairs.

Instead of the sling I am tied to the wall, my back exposed. My morning hard-on is gone, and it hangs there flacid. My bladder is sending small messages that indicate I need to go. I decide this is the wrong place to do it and hold back.

A sharp pain streaks accross my back and the sound of leather-against- skin bombards my ears. I let out a small scream.

"You aren't gonna get the nice treatment you got yeasterday if you fuck- up Kid. I'm just gonna give you a taste of my nasty side, just for reference." Another crack accross my back. It tingles with pain and my teeth clench. A third, then a fourth. "You should be able to think for yourself what I want from you. Just be submissive, and show it." A fifth. "Next time the punishment will be more severe." A sixth, and I start to whimper softly. I dare not say a word.

You turn me around, and tie me up again. Now I can see you. Your face shows you displeasure. I wish I could just sink into the wall. I watch you as you raise the belt in your hand, and bring it down on my chest. As it flies toward me, I begin to fear what might happen to me. I am almost petrified.

It lands and smacks my left nipple dead on. I let out a scream, and my legs go weak. My head is back and my eyes are closed, but no more sounds escape me. I wait in terror of the next blow.

And I wait.

I tentatively open my eyes. This time I see you before me, not with a belt, but with a kind expression. I feel scared, wondering if you will strike out again. You come closer and I flinch back. You raise your hand, but only to release me.

My hands drop to my sides. You stand before me, and reach to take a hold of me. I push myself against the wall, the fear still controlling my actions. But then I see you only want to hold me. I hesitate, then slowly fall into your arms. I collapse as your arms tighten around me. My entire weight is supported by you. Then you say softly, "Was that the first time you have been really punished?"

I force the word "yes" out.

Your embrace increases a bit, "Don't worry, I will NEVER cause you serious harm."

But I still have doubts, and am not ready to give myself fully. I think you can sense this and you pull away, saying "Lets get some food, OK?"

I nod my head in agreement. You unhook the chain, but leave the collar on. We go upstairs and you cook me some food. We eat the same way as last night, except I am allowed to eat right away.

I wash and put away the dishes. You wait in the livingroom, and when I finish I join you.

"Sit next to me," you say. I drop myself to your left side and look at you, careful to avoid the tv screen. You tell me what my tasks are for today, and just in case I forget, you hand me a list. As an added bonus, you quickly slip a leather and metal cock-cage on me. "And try not to get hard. It won't be pleasent."

I look down to see my dick inside this thing. It has a wire cube-shaped head that would look painful if my dick where hard and pushing on it. Around the base are 3 thick metal rings, connected by 4 leather straps down the sides. It is locked into place by a very small pad-lock. I look up at you.

"Aren't you going to thank me for the gift?"

"Thank you sir," I say, a bit confused.

"Get to work." you say, and go back to watching tv.

I look at the list:

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| 1) Vacuume |

| 2) Sweep |

| 3) Clean Bathroom |

| 4) Wash bag items in |

| bedroom |

| 5) Shower |

| 6) Wait in playroom |

| when done |

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and start my chores.

I step out of the shower and look around. The towel that I brought in with me is gone!? I look around, and notice an arrow outside the door pointing to the stairs. I step out of the shower dripping, and catiously walk out.

I walk downstairs to the playroom. The door is open, but it is pitch balck inside. I walk inside. I see a gloved had reach and grab for my arm. I am too slow to noticing and it has a firm grip. The door slams behind me, locks, and the lights come on.

The sight before me both exhilirates and humbles me! In front of me I see three men, two of them have a black leather hood with a large mouth area, and the other has my executioners hood on. All three wear black capes, harnesses, and leather straps whith their man tools pointing out of holes.

The one who had a hold of my arm is behind me, holding my head and chest tightly. "Tie his hands," the one in front of me in the middle commands.

"Sure thing," the one behind me says. My left hand is grabbed, then my right. I try to pull away, not wanting to be helpless in this situation, and succeed. I hear someone say "Grab him!", and I turn around to get a look at the gloved man. I almost drop to my knees at the sight of this person! What I see before me is the most perfect specimen of Masculinity I have ever seen! Dressed in only leather gauntlets and a bikers hat, this huge man looks at me playfully. His arms swell from the hours of working at the gym, as does his chest and legs! I think for a second on how I could have gotten out of his grip, but the smile he gives me answers that question.

He reaches for me again and flexes his massive arms. I am completely stunned and unable to move. He grabs me and forcefully pulls me to him. I almost die from the feeling of his bare chest and unrelenting grip! Then I notice that the head of my cock is in pain. I have been tring to get an erection in the cock-cage. I feel a hand reach from behind me and slip it off. Then my arms are tied behind my back, and I am pushed to my knees by the man behind me.

I kneel there, eye-level to this massive hunk of male flesh, his protruding member stands up at a pretty heafty length! I look up at this man and he says, "Welcome to the Playroom Slave. As I can see you are impressed by my size." He shows-cases himself by lifting his arms a bit and opening his gloved hands. "I know Master Tim behind you is rather proud of finding such a nice young piece of slave-meat like you. Now who don't you tell me what a pathetic little slave is for."

I bow my head and say, "His one and only job is to please his Master sir." I imagine touching his cock, to feel the sensation of his smooth cockhead, but dare not.

"Master Tim, why not introduce this unworthy slave to me."

"Sure Master Kevin." you say. You pul my hair back and force me to look into Master Kevin's face. "Slave, this is Master Kevin. He was the person who helped me to become a Master. Greet him like a good slave should."

I struggle to think of something to do while you still hold my hair. I got it! You release my hair and I bend down and lick the floor very close to his feet. Master kevin says, "Why do you do that slave?"

I answer, "Because I am unworthy to touch you, nor to ask for you permission to do so sir."

"Slave," he says, "I am pleased by your answer. It appears that the lesson Master Tim taught you this morning sunk in. You may lick me feet." I dive into his feet. Even down here I can see the muscles on his legs. As I lick, my cock starts to drip. His feet shift a bit, the I feel myself being lifted off the gound! He has picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. He carries me to a rugged table in the corner.

My cock is positioned in a hole in the table, and my hands and arms are tied down. "Awe, isn't that cute!" Kevin says, "Master Tim, you never told me this slave has a really cute ass." I glance up at him, and notice a little dab of pre-cum has found it's home on his right pec. Oh, just think, my dick was actually touching that!

Another person says, "Where on Earth did you find such a cute little slave?"

You say, "Now Master Greg, I can't tell all my secrets in front of a worthless slave." My face turns red with embarassment. You look at me without me noticing, then say, "Boy, I see you find Master Kevin quite impressive, don't you?"

"Y .. yes Sir!" I stammer.

"Is he any good?"another voice interjects.

"He needs work, but has the potential," you utter. A finger is shoved into my ass. I tense up a moment as the finger starts to poke about inside me. "He does have a tight ass, Master Greg, come try." I can't see behind me, but in a matter of seconds I feel a cock invade my hole. I open my mouth and let out a cry of pain, but Master Kevin has shoved his cock down my throat. I gag a moment, then I try to relax.

I am in almost total ecstacy! I revel in the feeling of this hard, stiff meat being forced in and out of my mouth.

"He's not too bad at sucking," he says.

All four of you laugh at me. "Maybe he could use a lesson with me," the Unnamed Master says, and chuckles. I feel like I could sink into this table from the humiliation!

"Not yet Master Rob, he still needs to be pre-trained," you say. As Master Greg (I think) pounds away at my ass, Master Kevin stays in front fucking my face. I concentrate more on my mouth as I can smell and taste the wild aroma of man. The slick and fully stiff Master Meat that is in my mouth would start my cumming at the slightest graze of my cock, which is tucked away in the hole.

"Enough Master Greg," says Master Rob, "let me have a go at that slave pussy." I feel the cock slide out, then another relentlessly shoved in.

Master Kevin pulls out and starts to slap his meat on my face. I feel as if I'm in heaven until a pain rips across my back. I grit my teeth and hold back a yell. Another sharp pain, then another. I am really confused as to the source of this pain. Then Master Kevin shows me the small, plastic stick. I look up into his eyes, his cock still inside my mouth, enthralled by his chest. He distarcts my attention long enough for you and Master Greg to slip on the leash and untie me.

You roll me of the table and I hit the floor with a thud. Master Greg is in control of my leash, and he holds me firmly.

Then you three stand at the opposite end of the room. I see Master Kevin kneel in front of you, while Master Rob embraces you from the back. Then Master Kevin takes your pulsating rod into his mouth. "Oh Master Kevin," you say, "you always did have a talent for that." My mouth drops to the floor as I become insanely jeleous of watching you get sucked and seeing Master Kevin sucking you. I feel a bit confused by this.

"Slave," Master Rob says, "if you can make it over here, we just might let you take our cum."

I get up and start to move toward you, the thoughts of tasting all your cum urging me forward. Then Master Greg gives a tug on the leash. I fall back, landing on my ass. I look back at Master Greg, who is grinning evilly. I start to crawl my way towards you. I get a few feet, then the collar pulls at my neck. I ignore the choking and pull harder. Master Greg leans back to use his weight as leverage. I scrape and pull at the floor, and start to make some progress. Slowly I make my way against the restraints of the leash. I watch as your cock slides in and out of Master Kevins mouth. He pulls off for a second and says, "Can't wait to see you cum Master Tim." My sex drive, still unfulfilled, urges me onward.

I get about three feet away when I hear you moan loudly and say, "Oh yeah, I gonna shoot my fuckin' load!" I get a burst of energy and try to make it to you, but I am too late. Master Kevin pulls off you and you grab your cock. In a few seconds your cum splatters all over the ground. I try to reach your sweet juice, but I can tell that Master Greg had no intentions of letting me make it. It was all a game, the outcome already decided.

Master Kevin stands and turns his back to me. His body tenses up and I see white liquid drop between his legs. Master Rob does the same, but the cape blocks any view of him.

I sit back, my cock aching for release. It drips and throbs.

All of you start to get dressed. I get a look at your faces.

Master Rob brings me upstairs, ties me to a hook in the living room, and goes back down.

After a few seconds, I start to jerk myself off. I cum quickly, and eat up all my cum so as not to have any evidence.

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I lay somewhat limp, as does my cock. I begin to feel nervous, and my stomach tightens up a bit. As I hear you downstairs with the others, my mind starts to race as to what you could be doing. My cock begins to sping to life again, wanting to be touched and stroked by another. Then you come upstairs.

I watch as all four of you head into the kitchen. I can hear them getting their coats and you come out. As each one passes me they pat me on the head. When Master Kevin walks by, he stares at me a moment. Our eyes lock for a brief instant and I turn away, trying not to give away my secret.

He says, "You were a good slave today boy."

I relax inside a bit. Then he grabs my chin and pulls my head as to look into my eyes. He lets out a brief smile, and pats my cheeck. At least my erection is fooling them.

When they are gone, you set me about more chores.

Supper rolls around and I sit patiently next to you on the floor. My plate is empty, and all I have is a glass of water. After you finish you let me drink.

When I place the glass on the floor, I feel your hand grab a generous amount of my hair, and pull my head back. I am looking into your eyes and I can see dissapointment and anger behind them. I want to turn away from the dark look in you, but your hand holds firmly and quite painfully.

"Only one fucking day and you already have transgressed a rule!!"

"Wha..." I say.

"SHUT UP!!!" you scream. My heart pounds and fear fills my being. I close my eyes but you yell "LOOK AT ME." I re-establish eye contact, and I can tell you can see my fear. "Master Kevin is no fool and neither am I. You jerked off after you were left up here alone didn't you?" A small silence. "DIDN'T YOU?!"

"Y y y yesss.." I say with a stricken voice.

You yank me to my feet and pull me downstairs by my arm. You chain me to the wall, my back exposed. I hear you take something out of the drawer. You then push a whip in front of my face and say, "This is your punishment. You are going to recieve 25 lashes. You are to count off each one as it strikes. Missing a count will ad three more each time. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," I say with a soft, trembling voice.

"Understand?" you say louder.

"YES SIR!"

Immediately I feel a pain across my back. "One sir," I say. Another. "Two Sir, Three sir, Four Sir, Five sir." Each new pain I recieve seems to accentuate the last. at 21 I loose count due to the piercing sensation that clings to my back.

"What number was that?"

"Uhh, 22 sir," I say. My body hangs limp, my head droops froward and reats on the wall. I speak in short gasps as I try to wait out the pain. Each beat of my heart sends a throb of regret to my nerves.

"We'll go to 28 now."

" 21 sir..., 22 Sir..." at 23 I can only attempt to say "sir", instead it comes out sounding like ss-hhh. A few more then " 28 ss-hh...." I collapse. I can feel the wet pain of your whip along my back. It now feels like one symphony of pain playing it's tune along my exposed skin. I hear you say something, but it sounds distant. I swim along inside my own world of pain in a state of (euphoria?) pure existance. I don't know it, but my body is crying. I can feel you unchain me while holding me gently with one hand. It seems not of me, like I am outside my body. You rest me on the floor and I feel a cold gel on my back. It sooths and cools the heat and pain of the whip. Even though your hands invoke pain, the caress of gentle comfort settles into me.

I feel my body being lifted by you. My arms hang over your shoulders, my legs wraped loosely around you waist, and my head resting on you chest. I can vaguely hear your heart, and I fall asleep before we reach the stairs.

The next week is routine, we wake, sometimes I service you, we eat, I set about my chores, I greet you when you get home, punishment is handed out as needed, we sleep. The only sex I have is the pleasure of sucking you. As part of my punishment, I am not allowed to touch my cock, and when you go out or are away from me, you lock my sex in metal.

When the middle of the next week arrives, you have something special planned for me.

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The last week I have tried really hard to please you, but this teasing and no sex has started to drive me crazy. All I am allowed to do is to suck your massive dick, and when you come you make sure none of it gets on me.

The only part of my sex that is exposed is the piss-slit, so I may relieve myself. When I get hard inside this thing, it is painful, so sucking on you gives me mixed feelings.

I was told yesterday that because I have tried hard, you will reward me, so it was no mystery why I sucked you as good as I did last night. I still remember your heavy breathing and tensed up body as you shot your load in my face. I pulled myself away because you had not given me permission to take your cum. Despite your anger at me pulling away, an expression of pride hinted itself on your face. I had not been given permission, and I had obeyed despite the punishment that I might have received for not finishing you completely.

"I am pleased with you salve," you say. "Tonight I am going to take you someplace special."

"Thank you Sir!" I say enthusiastically.

"And for now, I think we can dispense with that." You reach down and unlock the casing around my cock. You slip it off, and the bombardment of air both sooths and stings. My whole cock is a bit red, and I guess you can see the worry on my face. "It's OK, just a bit sensitive. Now go and do your chores."

I happily obey. I feel proud at my accomplishment, and I try to work especially hard today. I hope soon you will let me release my load, it has been a whole week of teasing my cock. I look down at my crotch. My work clothes show off my body quite well (a black spandex-type jock is all I wear), and I start to get hard. Unfortunately my work is no help to that, because today I am cleaning all you equipment.

I work until you call me.

I sit next to you on the floor and ravenously eat my supper. My stomach is in knots from the anticipation of what you have in store for me.

I wash and dry the dishes, then put them away. I walk into the bedroom. You are sitting on the bed waiting for me. I kneel in front of you and look into your eyes. You hand me a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt. I put them on. "We are going to go to a store to get you some equipment," you say.

You lead me to the car and we drive off.

I watch as the scenery goes by, first the rural scenes, then the highway, the city, and a parking garage. You pay $3 to some fat woman inside the booth and we go to find a parking space.

The one you park in is rather tight, and I struggle to get out. I barely manage not to scrap the car and stand next to you. You look at me, I think a moment, and step behind you.

You lead me outside and down a couple of streets. We get to a dark brick building and You walk down a few steps to a door. You push the button and wait. The door buzzes and we walk in. The hallway is plain except for a door up ahead is painted black, with the words "Stormy Leather" written in gold.

You open it and we go in. As I assumed from the name on the door we are in a leather store, and a rather large one at that! All around there are hoods, jocks, cods, cockrings, whips, crops, and countless other goodies. You walk up to the counter and I follow. A bearded man sits behind the counter and lifts his nose out of the "Top Man" magazine he is reading. "May I help you?" he says in a rough voice.

"Yes, I would like to get a few things for my slave here." I blush slightly as the proprietor looks me over. "I would like to use the testing room also." My curiosity is awakened, as is a part of my anatomy.

"This way please," he says as he motions to a door behind him. I follow, only to be grabbed just before I enter.

"Hey!" I blurt out.

"Quite slave," you say.

I start to protest by pulling away, but the man has pulled my arm behind my back and gives a push. I decide to submit quietly.

I am pushed into the back room, stripped, then tied to a cross. I watch as the man opens several cabinets. Inside are various leather articles, dildos, but-plugs, clamps, etc. You ask to see some clamps, and he pulls out a case full of them. You try several on me, watching my expression when you place each one on. When you put the alligator clamps on and see the smile on my face, you place those to the side.

You then try some masks and hoods on me, then let me decide which one I would like. I look at them for a moment, hmmmm ... the rubber one with a nose and mouth look cool ... but the stork-back with the snaps around the eyes and mouth really catches my attention. I decide on that one.

"We'll need a bit and a blindfold with that one," you say. The man shows a couple to you and you pick out a medium bit (about the size of two thumbs) and a studded blind.

The proprietor then show you some whips, but you are not interested in them, "he still need to be broken in," you say. He nods and gets out some cockrings and ball spreaders. You try a few on me, and decide on one that both stretches and spreads my balls. A leather jock is also decided upon.

Finally, you get a studded black collar with a leash, which the man gleefully locks on me with a padlock.

I am let down and get dressed. You take me out front, where another person sits at the counter, and lock me to a post. You walk around without me looking at various items, but you soon return, and we leave with our new stuff.

Instead of going back to the garage, you lead me by the leash down a street. We get to another building, completely plain except for a black door, and we go in.

Inside is a small room with a booth to the left. Inside it is a man dressed in casual clothes. You show him an ID, and he buzzes a door open. You give a slight tug to my leash and I follow.

"This is Buddies, a B&D club for gays. I am going into one of the rooms and will tie you to the table. Just have fun. And don't worry about anything, I'll make sure no one will hurt you or do something stupid, OK?"

I look into your eyes, and I can see the calm passion in you. "Yes Master Sir," I say.

You lead me down a corridor, then pull me through a doorway. Once inside, you close the door and command me to strip. I obey, and my cock immediately springs to life. You place the new hood on me without the extras, plus the leather cockring. You point to the table in the center of the room. I lie down on it, noticing it is the exact same type you have in your playroom. You lock me in and open the door. I can't see anything but the wall because I am facing in the opposite direction. My erect cock dangles in the hole.

A few minutes go by, then I feel a hand start to grease up my slave- hole. I can tell it isn't your hand because it is smooth and smaller than yours. The hand slides a finger in and out of me, setting up a nice rhythm.

The mask I am wearing makes me feel strangely comfortable. Maybe because this person will never know who I am. The scent it gives off fills me lungs and arouses me even more. "Very tight ass," I hear a young voice say. Another finger slides in along the first and I pull away a bit. The finger- fucking continues, and soon I feel the stirrings of an orgasm approaching.

"UUUnngh," I moan when a third finger penetrates. The person climbs onto the table and straddles my legs. His free hand reaches for my shoulder, and he starts to pull me in rhythm with his fingers. My eyes are closed and my mind is centered on the erotic sensations from my fuck hole.

The hand that was on my shoulder is gone, but I know where it went. I hear the person grunt in high-pitched "ungh", then I feel hot cum on my back. His fingers jab in and out in quick thrusts and I am lost in the pleasure.

The action slows down and he removes his fingers. I feel a warm cloth on my back wiping off the cum. Then he leaves.

My aching cock hangs hard, dripping precum like a faucet.

Soon a group of people enter. I think there are three. One immediately steps in front of me and shakes a sheathed tool in my face. My vision is restricted by the hood, so all I can see is his crotch and hands. I watch as he becomes fully erect by slapping his meat against my face. I open my mouth to let him slide it in, but he only slaps it against my outstretched tongue.

Another person, who is wearing a harness of some sort, starts to lick my hole. I wiggle and push it toward him, but he only wants to tease it. I feel his tongue flick across me, then dive in for a moment only to pull back out. I hear a verbal command from the one in front and my ass is filled with a hot, wet tongue. I let out a gasp, and my mouth is filled with the pulsating rod of the one in front. I start to get face-fucked and tongue fucked.

My body tingles, and my balls ache to release the juice they have been saving. The man in front starts talking, and that only makes me ache with more pleasure.

"Oooo, yeah, suck my nice stiff cock." The tongue is replaced with a larger object. I then feel another body lay on top of me, and he starts to thrust his member into me.

"Master, he has a nice ass," the one fucking me says.

"Well I want to see you fuck him good," the Master says.

"Yes Master!" the slave says enthusiastically. My ass starts to get a real work-out as he picks up the pace and rams himself into me, his balls slapping against my ass.

The Master grabs the sides of my mask and holds on tightly, his cock lunging down my throat. The slave gives one last, intense thrust, and starts cumming. I can't feel the force of his seed, but his cock is throbbing inside me. He slows down, then pulls out.

The Master is still fucking my face, but he too cums. His cock lurches and throbs as he holds onto my head and shoots his creamy load into the rubber. He pulls it out of my mouth and I hear him pull off the condom. The salve gets off me.

"That's a good slave, eat Masters cum."

"Thank you Master."

Then they leave.

A few more minutes, and someone comes in. This time I hear the door slam shut. I jump, startled, and a bit frightened. Without warning, my legs and arms are released and I am rolled over. My cock is glistening with precum and I get a look at this person. My stomach tightens with surprize and pleasure! "Hi there slave," Master Kevin says. "I've wanted to get you alone since I've seen you. Master Tim has stepped out for a moment and left me in charge of you. Do you feel like playing a bit?" he says slyly.

"Yes Sir!" I say. He then grabs ahold of my cock and strokes it. In a matter of seconds I ejaculate, projecting my cream onto my mask, chest, and stomach.

"Good boy," he says, "now let's see what we can do...". He pushes my legs up over his shoulders and gently eases into me. "Ooooh, you got a nice little slave pussy. Nice and tight around this Master cock, huh?"

"Unnngh, yes sir ... "

He slides himself all the way in, then holds there for a minute. He lifts my head with his left hand and starts to lick my leather encased head. Slowly he begins to fuck me, his thrusts are smooth and gentle. My ass twitches and I have a slight anal orgasm. I wrap my hands around his neck. His lips find mine and he gently kisses me. His tongue never entering my mouth. He lets me lie back and his lust begins to take over.

"You have such a nice body slave. I've been wanting to fuck the hell out of you for a few days now." His cock slides in and out of me. I tighten up my ass to increase the friction, and Master Kevin closes his eyes for a moment. "Oh yeah, tighten that slave pussy."

My cock begins to spring to life again. And I feel another anal crunch approaching. He looks directly into my eyes. I can see the animalistic fever behind them. I imagine what he can see, just a black face, eyes, a mouth, and the silver glint of the snaps.

His hips begin to buck, and primeval grunts escape from him. He begins to fuck with wild passion, as the pleasure rips through him. His grunts turn to deep cries of pleasure. I become lost, filled with uncontrolled pleasure. It tears it's way into every cell, every neuron. Pulling me closer to another ejaculation. My whole body bounces from his powerful thrusts, and you slip your hands under me.

My knees are pushed up to my shoulders, and he lays atop of my chest. Ours nipples rub together, I can feel the powerful muscles under them flex. His arms pull me tighter, and the bottom of my slave-cock rubs against his torso. My body crushed against his, my ass accepting the relentless bloodlust of his meat. I feel my cock being edged to orgasm.

With a deep, animalistic screech, he cums. He throws back his head, his mouth open, face contorted with the pleasure from his loins. His hips bucking, trying to drive further into me. His final thrust hits my spot and my cock spurts out is fluid. I grab tighter and let out my own grunts. My cock spasming, releasing the white juice from my balls. My heart races, and my whole body becomes involved in the orgasm.

Unfortunately it slows, then stops. Master Kevin pulls out and removes the rubber from around his dick. He drops it on the floor.

He then releases me. I flop back, tired, but happy. Master Kevin gets up, and pushes me to a sitting position. He sits behind me, both his outstretched legs next to mine. His muscular arms are around my chest, he rests his chin on my shoulder and says, "I'm glad I got this chance to fuck you. Maybe we can do it again, if Master Tim will give you his permission again. Would you like to?"

"Yes sir," I say.

After we get home, you let me sleep in the bed with you. You ask me if I enjoyed myself, I reply with a 'Yes Sir'. You say, "Good. I know Master Kevin enjoyed you." You drape your arm across my chest and fall asleep. I stay awake for a moment, listening to your breathing. Your legs finds it's way over mine, and I fall asleep.

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The next morning, I awake to find my collar chained to the hook on the wall just above my head. The covers are warm, and I pull them tighter against my shoulders.

A few minutes later you walk in. You pull the covers off me and drop a very cold metal cockring on my stomach. I jump a bit, then proceed to put it around my cock and balls.

You then unhook my leash from the wall and start to walk away with it. I quickly jump to my feet and stagger a bit. I was not quick enough, and your relentless pulling causes me to loose my balance. I fall on my hands and knees, but you keep pulling. I scramble to get to my feet and just make it before I am pulled into the door frame.

You bring me to the kitchen and hook my leash to the wall. You take out a but plug and mercilessly ram it up me. I place my hands on the bar, and wait for you to do whatever you want.

You place my new hood on me and snap a gag into place. My cock bursts to life as the smell and taste of leather fills me. You place some clamps on my nipples, and I wince back a bit.

"Stay," you command in a very stern voice.

I hear you walk away. I can't tell how long you are gone, but it feels like 1/2 an hour. I hear a creaking sound, like leather against leather, and your footsteps. You come up to me while I am still in the position, and wrap your arms around me from behind. I feel as you press your body against mine, and I realize very quickly that you must be covered in head to toe in leather!

After rubbing against me, you take a blindfold and snap it into place. You unhook me, lead me to the playroom, and tie me to the wall.

You rib off the blindfold and stand back. The only flesh I can see on you is you mouth, a small bit of your nose, and your eyes. You back up and look at me eye to eye. The black leather shines and creaks with every muscle movement. I can see the outline of your cock, biceps, chest, and legs. I stare, my gaze totally fixed upon this leather-god image. There are very few buckles, but I do notice that the flap in front of your meat is being pushed. Your breathing audible through the opening in front of your nose. You say, "So what do you think, Fuck-boy?"

"It's awesome Master Tim."

"Think you could handle m lust this morning slave?"

"Yes Sir!" I say with a lust of my own.

"Good." You walk over to me and release my arms. "Kneel," you say. I drop to my kneels and direct my gaze to your crotch. You begin to rub yourself, using your palm and slowly stroking down, then a short, quick reverse followed by a slow, steady stroke up. You move your hips and try to temp me to move.

I bite back the urge to touch your cock, and mine. I am dripping pre- cum all over the floor. "Go ahead, you know what to do slave-boy."

I almost jump at you as I caress your leather-encased body with my hands and tongue. I breath in the scent and loose myself in the smooth, slick feel of the black skin.

"Suck on my crotch slave." I move my head straight to your sex and start to lick and chew on it. I hear moans escape from you and in less than a minute, you take out your tool and wave it in my face. I open my mouth and take it down to the hilt. You let out a gasp as my lips slide against your most sensitive areas at the base of your cock. I revel in the smooth, silky feel of your erect penis. I can feel the head, engorged and hot, hitting the back of my mouth. Your pubic hair scratches against my nose with each down stroke, and I feel you hips involuntarily thrusting.

"Ooo... Yess...... Ahhhhhh That's it..." you encourage. I put my every thought on your pleasure, totally ignoring my own dripping cock.

You slowly push me off you. You place your hand under my chin and lift my head so I am looking at you. You look down at me like a father looks down at his son, and I feel very comfortable with you in command. You bend down and we kiss. Our mouths lock, and out tongues find each other. You take your left hand and place it under my chin, your other hand finds the back of my head and you lock me into position. I can't move my head, but why would I want to?

You get down on your knees and do something completely unexpected. You let my cock slide deep into your mouth, expertly massaging my tender spots. I arch my back as I feel the heat from your mouth around my slave-cock. It seems too hot to bear, and the pleasure is so intense, I fear I will come before I am allowed. You stop just seconds before I am pushed over the edge. You place your gloved hand on the clamps, the quickly jerk them off. I pull back as the sharp pain races through my tender nipples.

You nod your head and I lie down on the table with my cock in the hole. You mount me from behind, and place your cock against my willing ass. I can feel the leather, and I fall into a state of oblivion. You cock slides in without a problem. It slides inside with one slow, easy motion.

"Awwww... Yeaaahhhhh... " you whisper into my ear. I let out a moan. The scent of man-sex and leather send my sense of smell into a dizzying spin. My whole body spasms as I experience my first, true orgasm. I do not cum, but all my muscles tingle with that feeling. I hear your breath reaching that point I know so well, and you start to speak with a lust-filled voice.

"Mmm, Yeah, I'm gonna cum all inside this ass.... unghhh ... Slam this hot meat inside your hole, feel my cum all inside your ass, Yeah, Oh yea... Fuck yeahh... UUunngh.."

I feel a hot blast of man-juice inside me as you eject you seed. It hits my favorite spot and I begin to cum. I have no way to hold onto my cock and ease some of the pleasure. I grab onto the table for dear life as I fall into a void. I begin to feel light, as if I am floating ... then ... very slowly ... I begin to come down.

You lie down on my back, still impaling me, and whisper in my ear, "I love you." My heart skips a beat, then I start to whisper back when you stop me. "As equals. Speak to me as an equal."

I'm a bit confused buy this, but realize that this is my chance to show you exactly how I feel.

I somehow turn over and look at you through my mask and yours. Our two faces, hidden my a thin layer, I whisper in a very soft voice, "I love you, Tim."

A smile lights up your face and after a moment you ask me a question. "Rick, will you live with me for the rest of your life. As sometimes Master and slave, and sometimes just my spouse?"

I feel a slight tear well up inside me as I realize the importance and sincerity of this one question.

"Yes," I mutter.

Our lips meet again for a passionate kiss. You pull off after a the moment has passed. You get up, and say, "Well, get up slave! You got some chores to do!"

I try to ignore my legs, and do my best to get up and comply. As I pass you, you slap my ass hard, "MOVE IT!"

"Yes Sir!" I stammer as I try to move as fast as possible. I begin to wonder what the future has in store for us...

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You come home from work the next day. I can sense that you had a rough day, so I come over to you and begin to massage you back. "Are you alright Master Tim?" I ask.

"No. My fucking boss is on my ass again, and it wasn't my fault!" I figured it best not to push the subject, and continued to try to relax your shoulders.

"Go into the bedroom and strip," you say.

"Yes sir." I head down the hall to the room. I take off all my clothing, and place it on the chair. I put my hands behind my back and wait. You come in, and lie face up on the bed.

"Remove my clothes and massage me slave." I move towards you and begin to take off you clothes. I remove your shirt, then pants. Your underwear is next, the your socks. I sit myself on you crotch and begin to stroke your chest. My dick begins to get hard, but I know this may not turn out that way. I kneed your pecks, arms, and shoulders. Your breath grows heavy and I can feel you begin to relax. I slip off you and let you turn over. I then begin to trace the outlines of your muscles on your back. I slowly increase the pressure, pulling and pushing, getting out the knots that have angrily worked their way into you. Your breathing is in sync with my strokes, and I feel pleased that I have given you some relief.

A thought enters my mind, and I tentatively speak it. "Master Tim Sir, if it would help you to relax and relieve some stress, may I suggest you bring me downstairs and whip me?"

Your head perks up for a moment, "No, there is no reason for that. You know I use that only in sex and punishment."

Oh well, it was a thought. I move my hands to your ass, and start to massage your ass. I get an idea and slowly glide my tongue up the crack of your ass. The taste of you is sweet and manly. I watch as your arms find a more comfortable position. You sigh, and I work my tongue along your ass. It relaxes you so much that you fall into a peaceful slumber. I continue to probe you with my mouth, making sure not to wake you.

I do this for what seems like an hour, and I roll off you and let you sleep. I make dinner (Still naked), and while I am setting the table you come out. You walk up behind me and slip a collar around my neck. It's a rather thick collar, about 2 inches wide with 4 D-rings on it. "Thank you Master Tim Sir." You nod, then go to the den and watch TV.

10 minutes later, dinner is all set. I walk out and kneel in front of you. "Master Tim Sir, dinner is ready," I say.

You get up and walk to the kitchen. I hear you sit down and start eating. You call me over after a minute, and I eat next to you on the floor.

When you finish you get up and leave the room. I can hear the faint sounds of you dialing, then talking. I can't make out what you are saying. I take the plates and wash them. Just as I put the last dish away, you come up from behind me, grab my hair, and pull me downstairs. "Have I done anything wrong Master Tim Sir?" I ask.

"Shut the fuck up Slave, did I address you shit head?"

"No Master Sir."

You take me to the basement and tie me to the wall. You slip a hood over my head and affix a blind to it. I begin to get aroused. You see this and take out a jock that has a hole in the front and straps for holding an erect cock against my body, the underpart exposed. After you have secured me, I hear you leave. My mind begins to race as to what you have planned, but I have learned never to anticipate. My cock strains against the straps, wanting to pull out of them and remain at it's normal position when hard, which is parallel to the ground. I wait.

And I wait.....

And wait............

It seems as if 3 hours have passed, but you are no where around me, or at least not letting me know you are there. I tentatively say, "Sir?" yet hear no response. I wonder if you fell asleep. "Sir?" I say a bit louder. Still no response. I begin to feel the small pangs of fear.

My wrists and ankles are not uncomfortable, you used the leather cuffs on them. My cock has become soft and limp, only held up by the straps.

After 4 hours I feel as if I need to piss, so I try calling you again. "Master Tim Sir?" No response. I suspect you may have fallen asleep, you did seem rather tired.

I jump when I feel the sensation of earphones on my head, and my stomach tingles with excitement and fear. Then I hear the heavy beat of sex-music. It instantaneously causes my slave-cock to jump and regain it's erect status. The sound is slightly muffled through the now sweaty hood, and I'm sure that I must be dripping with sweat. The beat continues to invade my ears. It begins to grow louder, blocking out everything except for the pounding beat.

I feel someone release my cock, and stroke the head of it briskly. The sensation over-loaded causes my full bladder to release it's hot piss all over my chest, legs, and feet. I scream out slightly as the nerves send too many messages to my brain. I can smell the piss, familiar and strong. The sensations on my cock do not stop.

The music grows louder, almost hurting my ears with the intensity. I feel a cool, slick gel on my dick, and the hand that was stroking me slides easily up and down. I reach orgasm quickly, the cum welling up inside my nuts, then the quick, strong contractions that sends my seed out of my body. It pours out, the feeling intense and pleasurable. As I come down from the sexual high, the sensations do no cease. Instead, a new sensation is added. I feel another hand strap vibrator's onto my feet. I almost break out laughing, and probably would have if someone wasn't still milking my cock. My feet send messages of extreme sensativity to my brain, and I begin to strugle to release myself from thisterrible yet pleasureable tortuer. I begin to get hard again, ready for a second round.

My cock is a bit sore, but it still feels good. My feet become numb from the vibrations, and a gag is thrust into my mouth. I feel it being snapped onto the hood.

I have been here for 5 hours I think, and I am getting tired. The hand on my cock brings me to orgasm a second time, and again continues to stroke. My cock is getting sore, not wanting to respond to any more stimulation, but the hand coaxes it back to life for a third time. The music stops momentarily, and starts up again.

My cock is brought to ejaculation a third time. My body becomes limp, my muscles refusing to work any more, yet the hand continues to stroke my dick. I am only being held-up by the restraints, my head resting uselessly against the wall. I am brought to ejaculation a fourth time, my cock feels a bit numb, and only pain accompanies the contraction of the muscle. My feet completely numb, almost in pain-limbo. I am brought to ejaculation a fifth time.

After the seventh time it finally stops. The gag is removed from my spit-drenched mouth, the music stopped, and the vibrator taken away. My body almost goes into shock from the lack of stimulation it was just getting used to. My muscles all sore and tired, and I fall asleep tied up.

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I awake tied face-down to the table, my cock and balls pulled through the hole by weights. I try to stretch my muscles, and just barely get them to move. I can feel the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and a belt around my waist. I feel a hand slide up my back, and I shiver.

"You hungry slave?" You ask me.

"Yes Master Tim Sir."

You walk around in front of me and place a bowl next to my head. You sit in front of me and begin to feed me. "This is the beginning of an extremely important training period," You tell me as you feed me. "We will be testing your limits, finding you pleasure and pain points, and stretching your limits. We will also try some experiments on you to see what responses we get from you from specific stimulation." You give me a wide grin.

You finish with the food, and hand the bowl to someone just out of my view. "Are there any questions slave?"

"No sir."

"Good. This training period will last 6 months. It starts today."

I feel someone slick up my ass and insert something cold and thin. It has ridges on it and causes my cock to try to become erect against the weights. You disappear behind me, and I feel the weights being removed. My cock feels relieved, once again under it's own weight. You re-appear in front of me, and point to a little dial and a few switches on a box that you hold. "Now... let's see what some of these buttons do, shall we?"

My mouth starts to get dry, my nervous on edge. You begin to turn a knob, and at first I think nothing happens, but then I feel the hole around my cock get smaller. Soon it squeezes my cock and balls away from my body, just enough to cause discomfort. "This knob controls the air-pressure in the ring around your dick. Right now it is at 40%. 100% will probably rip your precious dick right off your body. Don't try to pull it out... you'll only cause yourself pain and damage yourself. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good." You flip a switch and I feel the thing in my ass start to vibrate. Another switch and I feel my cock (gently at first) being stroked. I close my eyes and allow the sensations free roam of my mind. You place ear-phones on me and a deep, low hum enters my ears. The stroking, hum and vibrations slowly increase. My cock tingles with pleasure as does my ass, and ejaculation soon approaches. A few strokes before I cum, all sensations cease, except for the sound. I let out a small whimper, my cock full of shocking pain as it realizes the sensations have departed, and my balls wont get release. "Feel ok slave?"

"Yes sir," I stammer between whimpers.

The sensations resume and I am thrust back into the pleasure. But just before I cum it all stops again. I whimper, my cock painfully denied, then when I have come down off the sexual high, it starts again. "Slave, if you want to cum, relax totally and don't move at all. As soon as you start to move your hips, or tighten your ass, the sensations will stop. Understood slave?"

"Yes Master Tim Sir."

"Good slave." As orgasm approaches again I try to relax, but my ass tightens up with the expectancy of orgasm and the sensations cease. I whimper and my body tenses up, pulling on the restraints. My cock is engulfed in pain as the momentum of sex reverses. You place a tube-gag on me with a long tube leading off to somewhere under the table. "Just so you know slave, whenever, during this training period, you are to be punished, this is the table where your punishment will take place. More than just punishment will happen here though, some very pleasurable experiences will happen here also."

I nod. The sensations start up again.

"I had this table especially made... it causes extreme sexual tension. You'll find out what I mean... if you need anything, tough shit." You put the control-box down and leave. I hear you whisper something to the second person and you both leave.

"And by the way...," You shout back, "If you do cum.. the machine will stop for 1/2 hour then start again. Have fun slave." I hear you chuckle evilly.

I lie there, and try to relax. But trying is all I can accomplish here. Every time my cock barely reaches orgasm, my ass betrays me and the whole process stops. The first 20 minutes I only whimper, but soon I am crying, unable to bear the torture. "Master Tim Sir!" I shout, hoping to get your attention, but you do not respond. The humming sound coming from the ear-phones blocks out any sounds that would hint to me you are still home.

It starts up again and my crying stops, the pleasure begins. My cock is stroked again, then stops just before I cum. I quickly loose all sense of time, my mind absorbed in the torture of never being able to cum.

I concentrate on each moment I am here. Each stroke is all I think of, each sensation of pleasure my only thought, every painful negation of sex my bane. My crying consumes the span between the stopping of the pump, and the start of a new torture. My mind swims...

I do not know how long you have subjected me to this torture, and when I feel a hand upon my back, I do not move. The machine stops one last time, and I hear you turn it off between my intense sobbing. All I can do is cry while my cock screams out with pain. I feel relieved that it is over, and very upset I cannot cum.

The plug is removed from my ass, and my cock is released. I cannot move. My limbs are released, and you pick me up. I get a quick glimpse at my cock, the tool that once brought me so much pleasure now the cause of my unbearable pain. It hangs, almost numb, fat and slightly blue. I try to ask if I will be ok, but I cannot summon the energy.

You place me in the tub. It is filled with warm water and soothes my body. My eyes hang limply open, trying to steady my gaze upon you. When you speak, your voice hold little comfort as the words invade my hearing.

"Slave, do you know how long you were on that table?"

I shake my head no.

"7 and 1/2 hours. I want you to relax and regain your strength. I have something important for you to do." You sit down next to me and smile. Another man who I have not yet met walks in. He hands you a bowl and a glass, which you then feed to me. I don't have the energy to get a good look at the new man, only that he looks clean-cut. As you feed me you speak to me, "If you want to cum today, you will follow all my orders, and nothing else. If you fail, you will not cum and I will put you back on the table tomorrow. Understand?"

I nod.

"Good." You finish feeding me, and help me to my feet. My strength slowly comes back, and I can stand, barely.

After an hour I am strong enough to go about the chores you have set me. I finish them quickly, not deviating from the instructions.

We return to the playroom after, and I am seated in the sling. "This task I have for you is by no means simple. And when you can accomplish this, I will let you cum." My interest perks up. "All I want you to do, is cum." I think about this order and can't understand what would be so hard about it, until you walk over to me and tie my hands to the chains. "Cum on your own, you will get no physical stimulation at all. Just cum before I do."

You take out your cock and start to jerk off over me. I relax and try to get myself to cum, wondering how I can accomplish this. I try to think of past experiences, porn flicks, and mags, but all I can do is get hard. I look at you and see your hips start to thrust. I know I cannot cum like this, and when your cum splatters over my body, I start to cry a little, knowing of the terrible pain I am to receive tomorrow.

You wipe your cum off me, then speak with-out emotion. "Get some sleep, you'll need your strength tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

I close my eyes, and sleep. But not peacefully.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • This one was rather quick in arrival. I think it needed to be out fast because of how I left with part 10.

You might be a teenie bit dissappointed in this one, I'm not sure. I think the story needs a little escape from extreme sexual content (BUT only for one story!!!!) so as to allow the plot to simmer.

I do hope you enjoy this one, please write me (Yes, I mean you! Please!) to let me know what you think of this. I already have the plans for the next 20 stories. (believe it, I plan to go to 50, and exactly 50 parts)

After this series I will start a new one. So (Again with the disclaimer...)

If you do not want to read homo-erotic stories that encompass leather and bondage, then don't cry to my mailbox or waste bandwidth posting it, it will be promptly ignored. =============================================================================== | Invitation Part 11 | | | | By Gary Ringenwald | | | | You can copy this and send it along to others or post it anywhere as long | | as this appears unaltered | =============================================================================== * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I wake up the next day, still tied in the sling. I stretched the best I can, and waite

I start to think about what lies ahead of me, the impossible task of cumming without physical assistance, and the fact that I am horny as all hell. I looked down at my cock. It feels OK, only slightly denied, but it looks just a little bit darker than normal. It stays at a semi-erect state, growing slightly every time it rubs against my stomach.

When you come down to get me, you have my breakfast. My stomach growls hungrily at you, and you smile. "How is the slave this morning?" you ask.

"Horny Sir," I reply.

"Good, maybe you'll cum today," you chuckle evilly. You feed me my breakfast and we get right to work. I semi-reluctantly mount the table, and you restrain me. The probe is placed inside my ass, the earphones on my head, and the torture begins.

That night, I do not cum.

Nor do I the next day.

Nor that week.

Two weeks ago you had started this torture, 15 days I have endured it. It is taking it's toll on me, and you can tell. My balls are slightly blue and ache, my cock betrays me. I have grown do dislike it, yet have become more attached to it and more aware of it's affect on my mind.

Every night I get closer and closer to cumming. I know the technique to use to get myself to cum, and I have almost succeeded several times. To prevent me to practicing at night, you place me in a confining cock-cage and strap my waist into the sling.

And I wait for the day of my release...

1 month, 2 weeks, and 4 days have passed since the beginning of this period. Exactly 63 days of torture without ejaculation. I pray that this will be the day.

After my 7 hours on the table, you bathe me, feed me, and set me about my chores.

That night, you place me in the sling. After you tie my hands, the cock-cage is removed and you say the one word that allows me to start: "cum".

I thrust my hips and imagine the sensations that accompany ejaculation, trying to get my cock to feel it, trying to get it to respond, to take me out of this torture. You stand over me, jacking off, watching me struggle to achieve the impossible.

Then it happens. My heart beats faster as I actually feel the cum start to eject. First my cock tingles with an unexpected pleasure, then my muscles tense up with the expectancy of orgasm. My cock stiffens more than I have ever felt it, so much it feels to grow another inch in diameter. My cock gives one final and intense lurch into the air, and my muscles contract! One lone, white-hot gob of cum leaves my balls. It traces it's way up the tubes to my cock, then with great force, I feel it push apart the walls of the tube inside my cock. They spread apart eagerly as the cum demands passage to the outside. It pushes apart the piss-slit and is ejected. My eyes are clenched shut, I do not breath. The lonely gob of cum turns into a tumbling line of fluid, twisting and twirling like a baton-twirler's baton. It flies and lands on my left hand, almost burning. Then another is ejected, hitting my chin. It does not stop, and I am so intent on the pleasure, all functions of my body stop except for my heart. The cum pushes and squirts out of my body, landing in puddles of clear-white beads.

After it is over, I breathe and pass out.

The next thing I know, I feel a warm, comfortable pillow under my head. Then a soft, heavy blanket atop me. Finally I notice that you are asleep on a chair, dressed, and snoring slightly. I look around. I smile. I fall back asleep.

I awake to you shaking me gently, I roll over and slowly open my eyes.

"How do you feel slave?" you ask, the concern in your voice relaxing.

"Better Sir. Thank you Sir."

"You have been asleep for over 29 hours. Do you still need more rest?"

"No Sir."

"Then let's get you into the shower, sound good slave?"

"Yes Sir," I say enthusiastically.

You pick me up out of bed, and help me to stand. You walk me to the bathroom, and turn on the water. I step in, still supported by you, and allow myself to relax. The warm water hitting my skin feels like heaven, almost as if I have just been born.

You wash me, helping me with my back, and supporting me when I wash myself. You turn off the water and dry me off. You sit me on the toilet and leave the room while I allow nature it's turn at me. You come back in and help me to dress in loose clothes and sneakers, the you take me to the couch and turn on the tv. "You may watch," You say.

I am slightly startled to learn of the date, you had kept me informed of how many days had past, but the torture you inflicted on me had wiped all meaning of time away.

Later that day we go out to dinner to a good restaurant, then back home. After we climb in bed, you grab some lube and start to jerk me off. "Thank you Sir," I say as you start. Your hand feels great. It is the first physical contact from another person I have had since you started me on the first training session. I close my eyes and allow myself the pleasure of your hand on me. I go to reach for you, but you stop me.

"No slave, just enjoy this. You have earned it, and a few other things."

I relax back down. You bring me to ejaculation after a short time, and you wipe up my cum with a towel. My breathing has taken on a heavy, lazy pace now, and you kiss me gently. "We will start part two of your training period in a few days, relax until then.

I barely manage to get out a 'Yes Sir' before I fall asleep, cradled in you body.

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The next morning I wake up next to you. You are lying next to me, your eyes looking over my body. I smile at you, and you return the favor.

"Ready slave?" you ask.

"Yes Sir," I say reluctantly. I can only imagine what my next session will be like.

"Good," you say. You get up and leave the room. I cuddle back under the warm sheets and wait, but not long.

You come back in with three other men, all wearing masks. You throw down a bondage suit and tell me to get in it.

I slip out of the comfortable warmth of the bed and get myself into the suit. It has countless 'D' rings, snaps, ties, and anything else I can think of. Once inside you tighten everything up, restricting my movement. You place a leather-harness on my head (Which has quite a number of straps), lock everything shut, and place a blind on me. I try to test my mobility, and realize I have none.

"Pick him up," you say, and I feel hands lift my body. I am taken to the garage and put in what I think is a van. I am put down on a soft mat and strapped in. The van starts and we move.

"He might be hungry, feed him this," I hear you say. I then feel a spoon against my lips. I open up and the taste of apple-sauce fills my mouth. My stomach grumbles a bit with the expectancy of food, and the feeding continues. Some of it misses my mouth and I can feel it slide under the straps of the head-harness. Every so often a towel wipes me up. When I am full, a water-bottle is placed against my lips. I suck in the water, drinking thirstily. When I finish the water, I hear you speak.

"Slave, the next 15 days may or may not be enjoyable for you, we are going to find out what makes you feel good, feel bad, and what you can take.

"We are headed to a little workshop, one that belongs to a friend of mine, and a friend of yours. I hope to pull out of you your best fantasy, and your worst nightmare. I will be with you the whole time. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Gag him"

I feel a thin, rubber piece shoved into my mouth and snapped onto the harness. My cock strains against the confining leather, and I know pre- cum is leaking out.

The van stops. I am unstrapped and again the hands lift me. I can feel the sunlight through the leather, and feel a little embarrassed about being outside like this. I am placed on what feels like a bed, and am wheeled into a building.

After a few turns I stop, and I hear you speak to someone. He has a gentle, yet sure voice.

"Is this the slave for the workshop?" he asks.

"Yes," you say.

"Ok, we will need a few samples from him, will you allow him to cum for us?"

"Sure," you say. I hear a door open, and footsteps. Then the flap over my crotch is opened, and a hand gently pulls out my cock. It sticks slightly to the leather due to the pre-cum I have been dripping. I feel a cold gel on my cock, then a hand stroking it. The hand strokes my cock from base to head with long, slow strokes, which are designed to get me off quickly. I cum soon after, and feel a tube cover my cock-head. I eject my sperm into the tube, giving it up without any say, and I relax. A warm cloth wipes me off, and I am put back under the flap.

"What will that be used for?" you ask.

"Just for a sperm count, protein content, that sort of stuff."

I feel the flap open again, and a tube placed around my entire cock. "I need you to piss," the voice says. I am turned on my side, and I release my urine. Once done I am put back.

"Just a moment while I put these away and we can bring him to the room." Then silence.

A bit later I hear a door open, then I am wheeled into a dark area. I am taken off the bed, and my arms and legs are loosened so I can move.

I sit down in a chair. My arms are tied to the rests, and my legs are put in shackles that I think are attached to the chair.

My blind is removed, but I cannot see anything, it is too dark. Slowly a light is turned on, not fast enough to hurt my eyes. Then I see a man, dressed in a mask, leather shirt, leather pants, and boots walk up to me. I look at him through the harness. He looks well defined, and his eyes show a gentle calm within him.

My heart pounds and I shake slightly from fear. I watch as he gets on his knees in front of me and tapes something to each ankle. Then he opens up the legs just enough to put some more tape. He opens up my crotch and places a ring around my cock, and a metal cage over it. He then places more tape on my wrists, elbows, and chest. He disappears behind me and I feel the chair beneath my ass fall away, then the flap opens. My ass is lubed up and a plug inserted. The flap is closed and the seat returns. He appears in front of me again, and takes out a remote-controller. I realize now he has placed electrodes all over me, and is about to see how I react to electricity. I begin to sweat, and try to protest, but the gag muffles almost all of my sounds.

The masked-man looks at me, then speaks. His voice is that of a doctor's, as is his attitude. "I am going to turn on the current shortly, and I want you to explain to me how it feels. Understood."

I nod my head.

"Tell me when you feel anything in your ankles."

I close my eyes and soon I feel a relaxing and tingling sensation. I nod my head. It stops. The same is done for my knees, ass, cock, chest, wrists, and elbows.

"Now, I want you to nod your head when it become uncomfortable."

I nod. The tingling in my ankles returns, and it slowly intensifies. When it reaches the point of being painful I nod my head. A moment later it stops, and the same is repeated over my body.

I watch as he takes out a clipboard and writes down some things. He smiles at me, then starts to play with my body. The electricity is sent in pulses to different parts of my body, soothing and relaxing some parts, exciting and pleasuring others. He soon finds the parts of my body that have the most positive reaction to this, mainly my cock and chest. He then proceeds to test how far I will go into pain.

Without warning, a jolt of painful electricity shoots through my ass, cock, balls, and chest. I scream through the gag, and my cock stiffens. It stops quickly and I am left a little dazed. It happens again. This time I try to plead through the gag, begging him to stop, not to do it again, but I cannot be understood. I close my eyes and wait for another... but all I get is a gentle and pleasurable jolt through my cock. It feels to vibrate, and I relax. Another jolt, then pulses. My cock stiffens more as I feel a pleasure I never knew existed.

It stops after a couple of minutes, then I watch as he removes all the electrodes from my body. I hear you say "Yes", and I look around for you, but I can't see where you are.

I am released from my bondage and I stand up. The man in the mask holds me gently and tells me I did good. I can feel his hard cock against mine through the two layers of leather. He removes the gag from my harness. I stand there, not speaking, and wait. He caresses my body with his hands, then tells me not to move.

He walks away and vanishes in the darkness.