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My name's Ryan. I was one of those people who was skillful in the art of self-represssion. Strong religious upbringing made sure of that. When I was sixteen, lapses in judgement had me and a buddy jerk off together a couple of times. Those were the only sexual encounters I've ever had with another guy for a very long time. Years have passed since, I got married and things were moving along just fine. I was being a faithful husband and thoughts of infidelity never really took hold in my mind. Sex with the wife was great if not admittedly bland sometimes - it was overall good nonetheless.
And then the seven year itch got to me and it really did take seven years into my marriage. Thanks to the wonderful world of the internet though, scratching this itch was easy to do without doing any visible damage. When alone, I can easily porn surf and get to blow off some "steam" so that I could go on with the rest of my daily life.
However, it hardly took any time at all for my surfing habits to shift from straight hetero sex to man on man domination. My mind was blown away by the thought that a man could let another man would have his way with him. And that there were apparently many different 'ways'. With these thoughts rolling in my head, I felt like I was sixteen years old again, always horny, and my hand can't let go of my cock. Sex with the wife was still existent but truth is I started imagining that I was her -- that I was the one taking a hard fucking. She did notice that I was being much more forceful but she was liking it too so all was well.
But it wasn't all well. I may have been in denial then but the truth is, I was growing obsesssed with the idea of being dominated. The itch and the need to scratch it has intensified ten-fold. It wasn't enough anymore just imagining it. I was already fantasizing of being used. I would tease myself by going to Craigslist and reading the ads. There weren't that many ads of that nature to be honest. It seems like the same people were posting day in and day out, over and over again. And, like me, most were subs looking for doms. There were a few that I could have replied to but I didn't. After all, this was just to get a ride out of myself. It's just the thrill of the thought that I could be chatting with a guy who would want to use and abuse me.
When the wife was asleep one September night, I logged on to the computer and went to Craigslist. and there it was. An ad with the title "Two Masters Looking for Subjects to Train".
Hmm, sounds different from the regular posters. I clicked it.
Two white masters, 36 and 40 yo looking for four to five trainees for slave ownership. You will be stripped, chained, degraded, humiliated, and punished. If you pass training, you will be added to the collection of slaves we currently own. Classes now forming.
You must be: Disease free 18 to 30 yo Inexperienced single HWP Discrete
Tell us all of your limits. Limits respected but you must be willing to work on giving them all up if you have any - we will teach you how.
To apply, write an essay (200 words minimum) explaining why we should choose you for our class. Include your complete stats, location, and availability.
Short responses or replies with incomplete information will be ignored. This is not for the faint-hearted. If you only want to get your rocks off, look somewhere else - don't even reply. Only the serious need apply.
Needless to say, the ad got me at "Two Masters". I almost came in my pants when I read the word "chained". This is probably too good to be true except I couldn't even qualify. I was 28 years old at the time, I was almost totally inexperienced, I was one of those people who can eat a lot and not gain fat, and I went to the gym regularly. Granted my genetic advantage of not getting weight was offset by my genetic limitation of gaining muscle mass. I wasn't bulked up but I was toned and had a six pack. I was definitely height weight proportionate. I met almost all of the requirements except for one: I was not single.
But I so wanted to be part of that class. I considered lying about my marital status but in the end I decided to be upfront about it. Even when you consider all the essays I've written in school, without a doubt, I can say that it was the most honest piece of writing I have written in my entire life. I remember the feeling I got when my thoughts started to flow into ink, I couldn't even stop myself. It was cathartic.
Rereading my email, I quickly realized it was a bit sappy, if not pathetic and melodramatic at some parts. But I told myself that even if I did not get selected into that training class, someone would have read what I had been feeling all that while, and that would have made writing it worth it. If only for that. So, I pressed Send.
Almost immediately, I had my shorts down to my knees and I was jacking myself off with fervor. I came in just a few seconds, globs and globs of cum shot from my cock. And if only for that climax, it was so worth having pressed that send button.
Believe it or not, when I woke up the next morning, I forgot about the ad. It wasn't till later in the day, when I was at work, when I remembered about it. I didn't want to access my personal email from work however so I was antsy to get home to see if I got a reply.
When I got home, I quickly checked my email and was half disappointed and half relieved that there was no reply. Could you imagine if someone actually replied and invited me to join the class? Of course, I wouldn't, couldn't, even go - I really cannot do that to my wife. It's better this way, I told myself. Besides, I had enjoyed my solo session the night before. It was just a self-tease anyway.
These were what I kept telling myself whenever I checked my inbox and there wasn't an email in there regarding my submission (pun unintended). But of course I was always half-wishing without admitting that I was half-wishing that there would be a reply. (Yes, I was that confused). But day after day there was nothing. By the time the weekend came around, I realized that I was such a patheic loser for half-wishing that a pathetic loser like me will make the cut. Who knows? The ad could have just been a hoax anyways.
It wasn't until Wednesday after work that I discovered that my half-wish actually came true. The email came in on Sunday afternoon but I was so disappointed that I didn't bother checking my inbox again till just then. No shit, really? I really got a reply? It had the same subject line I submitted with a "RE:" in front of it My hand was shaking when I clicked the email open. I half-wished it's not a rejection letter.
Boi,
We are very pleased with your submission. Considering the abysmal responses we've had from our ad, yours stood out well. We can tell that you are an intelligent boi - this is a good thing as we do not want some dumb shit serving us even though we will treat you as one. We also like the honesty you have shared. It is unfortunate that you are married but we will give it a try and coordinate with your schedule and see if this would work for all parties involved. Your acceptance will be probationary.
As it stands though you have been accepted for training. Congratulations boi!
From now on always acknowledge receipt of our emails to you. Also, you are to refer to yourself from now on as cum bucket. You are not yet a slave. You can only be granted that title when you have passed our training.
This email address belongs to one of your masters and you shall refer to me as Sir.
Your other master's email is xxxxxxx@xxxxx.xxx and you shall refer to him as Chief. whenever you reply to one of us, make sure you CC the other master as well.
First task: Answer the following questionnaire as honestly as you can then return it to both of us asap.
By now they must have thought I wasn't really interested being that it was three days later since Sir sent the email. They might think I was a flake. I have to reply right away. And so I did. Suddenly, after reading that response, there wasn't even any dillema on my part. I had let my little head (the one between my legs) decide for me.
The questionnaire had very personal questions, such as "when did you lose your virginity? who was it with and tell us how it happened" "How often do you masturbate?" It also had multiple choice questions like "Do you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, curious, other?" and this one question that makes me hard every time I read it or remember it (even now) and it goes:
If your master told you that you will be gang-banged. Will you:
a) Happily obey because you have always fantasized about it. b) Happily obey because your master told you to do it. c) Do it no matter how you feel because your master told you to do it. d) Tell your master no because you don't want to do it.
It's a leading question you can tell but it didn't matter. The fact that it was being asked was making my cock hard and leaking.
There were many more questions like these. These two masters obviously took a lot of time designing this questionnaire.
I answered every single one of them and apologized for not responding earlier, explaining that I only saw their email just then. Of course, immediately after replying, I jerked off again.
The response this time came that same night. The email said I answered the questionnaire perfectly and that I would be a wonderful specimen to train. It also contained two attachments. I opened them and they were close up photos of two ass holes (literally) , I assumed it was theirs. It then listed a lot of new rules. The dos and don'ts list. Here are some of the rules that I remember:
- From now on you are to refer to your cock as your weenie and you're ass as your cunt. - You are not allowed to cum unless you are having sex with your wife or unless we give you permission. - You are not allowed to touch your weenie or balls unless you are having sex with your wife or unless we give you permission. - If you had sex with your wife you have to inform us as soon as you are able. - You are to kiss the photos of our assholes every single day. - You are to email both of us every morning upon rising from bed and every night before you go to sleep. - You are to be naked every time you email us.
Now I would have said that these were totally wacko dudes but the way they wrote, or rather composed, their emails meant they were likewise intelligent and intentional in their approach. It also didn't escape my noticed that in neither their ad nor in these emails they never asked for a photo of me. They respected my privacy. For me, that was very telling of their good intent.
So the emails flowed back and forth for many days even weeks without us having met face to face. I tried to do everything they asked me to do. Even kissing the photo of their asses. I did skip the part where I had to be naked whenever I sent an email. Eh, they'll never know besides it was too risky to do that. What if my wife snuck in on me. Granted the computer was in a separate room in the house but I couldn't take that risk. All other assinments I kept diligent on doing.
Most of the email correspondence was from Sir, sometimes it was from Chief whose email were usually shorter and it usually were additions to a task that Sir asked me to perform. I also found out that Chief is the 40 year old and Sir was the younger one.
They told me that the in-person training session would be done soon but it kept getting pushed back.
In the meantime though, they assigned me lots of tasks. They were usually a quick thing to do and I was to send them a detailed email after performing each task - describing not only the task but also how doing the task made me feel. Each and every one of these tasks made me so horny. Before these two men came along, I have never done any of them before. Not a single one. Some of the tasks are as follows:
- Edge yourself for 15 minutes. - At work, lick around the toilet seat of the first stall closest to the entrance of your restroom. - Pee on your finger and then lick your finger clean after. - Cum on the palm of your hand and lick it all up. Make sure to swallow every drop. - Go commando all day even while at work. - Go to an adult store and buy a cock ring and ask the store clerk to show you how to use one. - Walk around your backyard naked. - Wear your wife's panties to work. - Slap your balls hard ten times and say "Thank you Sir, thank you Chief" each time.
I know to some and even to myself now these are a bit lame but for me then it was great. I never realized that I was so uncomfortable with such things. It's one thing to watch it on videos, it's another thing entirely to do it yourself. What seemed simple or even trivial to watch can be humiliating or a source of panic to actually do it for real. I coildn't explain why doing these uncomfortable, even disgusting tasks, was turning me on. I didn't actually have to do any of it. I could have just lied and claim that I did them - the masters wouldn't know. But I wanted to experience it all. I felt compelled to do them.
Whenever, as in every single time, I was allowed to cum by the masters (which is usually a reward for doing my tasks well), I would immediately feel guilty about my involvment in the whole thing. Immediately after climax, I would swear that was it and I wasn't emailing either one of them anymore. But come nighttime or morning, email them I still do.
Towards the beginning of December, both of them stopped emailing. I would continue my email to them but neither one was responding. I was thinking that they probably got tired of this on-line tasks thing or they just got tired of me. No one told me to stop though and I figured maybe it was a test, so I kept my emailing routine. After over two weeks though Sir replied.
He actually apologized to me. What a gentleman I thought. He said there was a death in Chief's family and that Chief had to move out of state to attend to his personal affairs. Sir also said that the training will continue under him alone and that we should already set the date and location for the training. Before doing that though he emailed me a contract for me to sign, photocopy and to send back to him. As formal as that sounds, I know it will not hold in any real court, besides, it only referenced him as "Sir" and me as "Ryan, hereafter referred to as cum-bucket" . How can you take any of that seriously? It was part of the act, I guess, which kinda worked. Just like answering the questionnaire gave me a hard-on so was reading the contract and signing it. It was a damn long contract - kinda creepy that someone (could be Sir) would spend that much time all for the sake of sexual play. There was a lot of the word "ownership" being used and also a lot of "cum-bucket surrenders the right to" etc etc etc.
So we set up a date. It was a Tuesday. I would take a day off from work (without telling my wife, of course) and we were to meet at a motel which was around 25 minutes away from where I lived. He gave me instructions of what to do when I got there. That I was to be completely naked and lying prostrated on the floor of the motel room, facing away from the motel room door, head down, hands behind my neck, legs wide open. I was to leave the door unlocked. Throughout the whole time with Sir, I was to remain bowed and not allowed to look at his face unless instructed to do so.
I was beginning to wonder whether this Sir guy is actually being on the level with me. Supposedly, it's him and another master and that there would be other trainees and that he had other slaves serving him but now there will only be the two of us? Where are all those other people? Where there really other peiple to begin with? Doubt was starting to creep in. You think I would stop the craziness and just not email the guy anymore? No, instead on the day of the training, I did everything he asked but I also did a few things he didn't. I actually took out all my personally identifiable items from my wallet and kept it in a secure location in my car. I also left a letter at home that my wife could eventually read should I not come home that night. Yes I was being a bit paranoid at this by then. Notice here how stupid I was being. There were red flags everywhere and I sensed them but yet again I still let little head do the thinking!
So, there I was, I'm butt naked, face down on the carpeted floor. Heart pounding, all exposed to whoever comes walking in that door. On my way in, I noticed the cleaning lady making her way from a few doors down. She could easily see me there in my compromising position if she just pushes the door to my room open. It didn't take long for me to worry about it though 'coz as not long after I had set myself up on the floor, I heard the door creak open. The fact that there was no shrieking or gasping told me that is was probably Sir. I heard the door being locked and footsteps coming towards me. Without moving my head but straining my eyeballs, I see a pair of shoes walk past me and face the top of my head.