Hitch hiker 1972
The car stopped just 15m ahead of me and I ran to catch up and grasped the car’s door handle. There was no give, the door was locked. Looking through the window, I saw an arm stretch across from the driver’s side and slowly struggle to wind down the reluctant window. With just barely a space to talk through I heard the assertive yet slightly effeminate voice, “Hello, where ya goin?” I dropped my head to look inside, through the cold, wet window trying to see the driver. It was very early morning and no street lighting and no traffic on this main city by pass.
I was walking home after a night out with mates at a night club in town that had finished with a row and me with no lift home. I knew it could be dangerous to hitch a ride, but I could handle danger I was even excited at the thought of some evil sexual encounter and my cock was hard in anticipation. At just nineteen I had little sexual experience, apart from running naked through the woods and wanking behind a tree. My cock was small like a little boy, my balls had only recently dropped and were still tightly held against the scrotum, but I was often so excited, undressing to shower after work or at school or after a rugby match. I often had dreams of sexual encounters with other men, but nothing real. I did however have a vivid imagination that constantly lead to my sexual arousal anywhere and everywhere and this was one of those moments. As I walked along and heard an approaching car I would turn to face it and put out my thumb and thrust out my hips to show the bulge in my pants I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as I felt it bouncing around loosely against my thin slacks and now this one had stopped just in front of me, my feelings were so mixed with sheer excitement, fear and guilt.
The window lowered awkwardly as I asked nervously, “I’m looking for a ride to Hythe if you are going that way.”
“Well, no sorry mate, pity, I’m not going that way, I’m going to Ringwood, I would’ve really, but really liked to give you a little ride, especially a nice sexy-looking kid like you.” He replied slowly and deliberately insisting heavily on the “giving me a ride.”
His tone of voice and expressions made me nervous yet terribly excited, my cock getting harder, as I leaned over trying to appeal to him, feeling sure he would notice the bulge in my pants.
“Please, give me a ride, couldn’t you at least see your way to dropping me in Totton, it’s on your way and it would help me out a lot. I’d be very grateful. You’ve plenty of space and it’s just you and me.”
“You’re a nice-looking young kid, nice body and a cute tight little ass and I really want to help you out, but I just can’t see what’s in it for me.” I was a little surprised and flattered by his remarks and I understood the drift of what he wanted. I decided to make the most of my opportunity, to show him my worth, I stood erect showing off my full height and slowly slipped my hands over my bulging crotch, adjusting my erect cock in front of him then replied “Well, you seem to be such a nice man, so what did you have in mind?”
His provocative answer came across very deliberately, “I have a great deal in mind, but I need to know we understand each other so make me an offer.”
“I have no money on me, so I can’t help you there.” My mind was wrestling with what to do next, stop and walk away, but that got me nowhere, perhaps he just wants me to give him a wank and it’s over with, or he wants something from me like he wants to wank me. That sounded good and suited me fine. Perhaps I should just strip naked right there in front of him, that might clinch a deal.
He broke my train of thought by continuing “Money is of no interest to me, you can do better than that, you cute little bitch. Make me a decent and exciting offer, I might even take you all the way.”
He just called me a bitch, and I liked the way he said it, it sent a shiver through my body and set my mind grappling, imagining all sorts of exciting scenarios. After a slight pause, my reply was hesitant and stuttered “Well…. hmm…it is late…I really need to get home… I suppose, I could sort of…. do anything you like really.” I was trying not to sound too submissive hoping to convince him to wank me off, as I felt my cock reacting as his stare moved to fix on my crotch.
He appeared suddenly very interested by my offer and asked me quickly to repeat what I had said. “Well, I could do what you like.” I repeated, feeling sure he was looking for a toy boy to play with. He replied slowly with intent “you will do what I want,” he continued “that is what I heard you say, now just repeat it loudly and clearly, so we can both be sure to understand and then tell me you want to be my bitch”
The tone of his voice was changing, becoming more assertive almost menacing, drawing me into his web, but I felt I could control the situation and always say no, and walk away if it came to anything too nasty, this was just a bit of fun and my cock was now crying out to be released and wanked.
I hesitated, playing hard to get, then did as he said and repeated my offer in a loud and clear voice through the window looking him straight in the eyes, insisting on wanting to become his bitch. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. “So, you will be a good boy, and do what I want and obey me?”
I again confirmed with a strong “Yes, I’ll do what you want and be your bitch.” The simple fact of using the term bitch excited me terribly.
“OK. Then firstly you will always call me Mister John or Sir.” He commanded “Yes, Mister John.” I answered
“Good and I shall call you my night fairy or fay for short, also perhaps my slut, whore, bitch, and those are the names you will answer to.”
I smiled back at him and said “Yes Sir, I like it when you call me your Bitch.
He answered, “That is good my Bitch, it’s as if you belong to be, don’t you think?”. I nodded and replied “Yes I suppose you are right.” And he laughed.
“Good. Now stand back and show me your cock my bitch.”
Now I was at peak of my excitement, my heart racing, I stood up straight and stepped back a step then I started to unhitch my pants, and he stopped me and told me to move further back waving his hand. I moved back a further two steps to the fence behind me. He looked happy at that, and I went on to unbutton the waist and slip down my fly and held up my tee shirt and then let my pants slip down to arm’s length and show him my small but very rigid cock. He smiled and made a sign for me to turn around. I turned slowly to show him my tight little ass and leaned forward slightly to display my tight virgin hole. I felt good showing myself off to him trying to please him.
“Now, slut, whore, bitch you can get into the car and sit on the back seat.”
My heart was racing, he called me his slut whore bitch, overwhelmed by the excitement of the situation and I could feel the blood rushing to my loins. The car’s door opened slightly, as I fixed my pants and I grabbed the handle to pull the door wide open, “Fay, wind the window up before you get in.” Mister John folded the front seat forward to allow me space to climb through to the rear seat.
Whilst it was not cold outside, the inside of the car felt stuffy and there was a smell of humid carpets. The seats were in plastic and covered with a tartan plaid blanket. I settled into the far rear corner behind the driver, before being told to move directly to the other side, so Mister John could see me better. I moved across and started to get a good look at Mister John.
He was, I estimated, around forty years old, bald, clean shaven with sharp angular features and a beautiful broad seductive smile. He appeared medium height and well-built wearing a white shirt and black sweater and slacks. I found him strangely attractive, and I was especially seduced by the sound of his voice that came over as soft and reassuring but also affirmative, very much in control and dominating without being severe or violent. I smiled at him as our eyes caught each other, and he gave me a long very deliberate wink, I was falling for this guy I hardly knew.
“Here, slut, have a beer” he said, passing me a large can of pale ale, “You like it when I call you slut, don’t you?”
I answered, taking a swig of beer “Yes Mister John, I think I do like it.”
“That’s perfect, nice clean neat well-spoken slut like you is just what I was looking for, and a slut that does as he’s told into the bargain.”
“Have you already been a bitch slut before or is this your first time?”
He smiled broadly at me as I answered, “No Sir, this is my very first time as bitch to someone else or another man, and I’m not really quite sure what it means, or entails but it sounds exciting.”
“That’s fine,” he laughed “but for a start you must do as I tell you, and call me Mister John, not Sir.”
“Drink up now, that’ll do you good.” I took a long mouthful of the warm lager beer from the can he had given me.
“How old are you slut?”
I answered thinking I should try to be older than I was “I’m 22 Mister John.”
“Oh, my goodness slut, I do believe you are lying to me, you are younger than that, probably only around seventeen I would think. Now tell me the truth.” His tone was firm and sure with an edge of anger.
“I’m sorry, yes, you’re right, I was trying to be more grown up, I’m just nineteen. Is that OK for you Mister John?”
He was angry that I had lied to him “Don’t ever lie to me again, Slut. I’m very disappointed, I ask you one simple question, and you choose to lie to me.” He paused for a few seconds before continuing, “No, it’s not possible for me, I can’t go on with you if you’re going to lie to me. You can finish your beer and get out of my car.” “You promised to be my bitch whore and then the next thing you tell me is a lie, that’s not right.”
“Why would you do that to me?”
“You have to go, you can’t stay in my car, you cannot be my own personal bitch slut whore slave if you’re going to lie to me.”
“Get out of my car…” he insisted
Now it was my turn to be upset, as I begged him to reconsider, “Please Mister John, I was just trying to help, I thought you might prefer an older boy with more experience, rather than a naïve young virgin just out of school. Please don’t judge me too harshly.” I started to feel my emotions getting the better of me and tears even welling up in my eyes and my chin trembling as I spoke. “Please let me stay, I will do anything, anything you want, I will be a good slut for you.” He barked back at me in anger, “You are nothing more than a worthless, lying slut who deserves to be punished for lying to his Master, so get out of my car and Fuck Off.” He swung the car seat up as if to allow me out, but I tried to stop him but only burst into tears as I pleaded again with him to let me stay.
“Fuck me, a bitch that cries like a baby too. You fucking useless bitch.”
I tried desperately to control myself and wipe my tears away but spilt beer down the front of me, and that only upset him more, his hand lashed out and struck me across the cheek, shaking me. “Hopeless lying little cunt, get out, NOW.”
With my beer in hand I tried awkwardly to get up and out of the car, asking him to reconsider. I struggled out back onto the pavement and straightened up, “finish your beer,” he said in a calmer voice. I took another mouthful, but there was still a lot left to finish.
“As my slut whore slave you must never lie to me, you have to understand that, never!” he said.
I replied quickly as I sensed he was reconsidering, “Mister John, I’m so sorry to have upset you, I will never do it again, please.”
He made the most of my obvious weakness and submission to reinforce his domination, “and you must always obey me, I want you to be my own slut whore slave, to belong to me, do you hear me, to belong to me.”
“I hear you Mister John, and I want to be your slut whore.”
He corrected me, “you really want to be my bitch slut whore slave, don’t you?”
This was now the second time he had slipped the term slave into his vocabulary and the way he used it seemed so final and caused me some anxiety. “Yes, I think that is what I want, Mister John.” His look seemed to understand my hesitation.
He replied, “then finish your beer and get back in the car.” I was so relieved and elated that he had reconsidered, and he was allowing me back into his car, slowly it dawned on me that I had been manipulated and had talked myself willingly into this predator’s lair, and I was at least for the moment enjoying the sensation.
He tested me again with further precise questions, “how tall are you and what do you weigh?”. I answered readily to show my enthusiasm “5 ft 10 inches for 10.5 stones, Mister John”, he seemed satisfied, “you’re a nice looking boy, in good physical shape and I’m glad you want to be my own slut whore, now tell me about yourself, and no lying to me, I want to know all your secrets, start with your family and friends, your school or work and things.”
I started simply by explaining I was born a twin into a family of four boys of which I was the third oldest. Then his questions became more precise my name and the names and ages of my brothers what they like were, were they all as nice looking as me, had I ever seen them naked, then he started asking about my parents, especially about my mother, he wanted to know what type of clothes she wore. Then as I was finishing my beer, he wanted my exact home address and telephone number.
He placed his hand on my cheek and looked me straight in the eye and told me “You and I are going to get along just fine, and you will make me a fine, fine, bitch. You are happy now aren’t you my cunt of a slut whore?” I smiled back at him and lowered my eyes in natural submission.
The trap had closed around me, and I had fallen willingly into it. At nineteen, I had committed myself to belong to a sexual predator who had picked me up as a hitch hiker, on the side of the road, just like the slut whore I was now becoming.
As I finished my beer, I knew that if I climbed back into the car, I was doing it of my own choice and would accept the consequences. My beer was finished, and I dropped the can into the gutter, I felt my head turning from the beer and steadied myself on the car, I took a long breath of fresh air and got back into the car.
He turned in his seat to face me, I felt his eyes pawing over my whole body from head to foot, almost feeling them opening the zip on my skin-tight cardigan, he made a sign for me to approach him and as I swung forward and grasped the back of the front seats to approach Mister John, he said quietly for me to kiss him and taste his tongue deep and virile. His warm hand and fine fingers slipped through my medium length hair and seized my bare neck pulling my face forward to his own.
I had never kissed another man, and I was not confident I would do it correctly, our lips collided, and I opened wide my mouth to try to englobe his thin fine lips. His hand on my neck was forcing my head forward, his fingers entwined in my hair controlling precisely the movement of my head. He drew my mouth away and whispered in my ear “you are my little slut slave; you belong to me and you will do as I tell you. Now open your mouth wide and kiss me properly, deep and with passion, I want to feel your tongue in my throat. Do it again.”
Once again, he pulled my head to his and I make a special effort to plunge my tongue as deeply as possible into his throat. My whole body was committing to the passion of this kiss, and I could feel my senses reacting, my skin tingling from excitement, and my sex stretching and expanding quickly. He wrenched my head to its side to ensure a closer intimacy for our tongues. My body was reacting immensely to this display of passion and its commitment was so total. Mister John was so definitely the one for whom my body was committing.
I had never in my life embraced another person like this and I felt my whole being flooding away from me into this stranger draining my last fibre of resistance making me his. My arms dropped, and my body went limp under the intensity of our shared passion. He felt my release and pushed me back into the corner.
“That was better now, you are learning what it is to obey, you enjoyed that, I felt it. Tell me how much you enjoyed it.” He insisted.
I sank back into my seat, and I looked him straight in the eyes and told him how much I enjoyed kissing him. He replied sternly, “slut, don’t you dare look me in the eye, keep your eyes down when you address me, is that understood?” I quickly dropped my gaze and apologised. “Don’t say your sorry, just learn or I will have to teach you the hard way. You are mine you belong to me; you are a worthless whore slut slave who does not exist outside of your cunt your cock and your wet slippery gob at your master’s service. And remember slut, I will punish you when and if I think you need it, and you will enjoy it.” He paused to think a while then continued “slut, how shall you be punished? Close your eyes and tell me how your Master is to punish you?” I thought for a short while before responding slowly “errrr… Mister John, at school our headmaster would cane us if we misbehaved.” He replied eagerly, “very good slut, he would cane you, and how would he cane you?” Persistently inciting me to commit to his will, “he would take me to his office and have me bend over in front of him, then stroke my ass before taking his cane and applying his ten strokes.”
In answer Mister John had me count off the ten strokes, one after the other, and show him stroke by stroke how much I enjoyed it.
As I started to count and act out the pleasure I had felt at the time, Mister John ran his hand slowly over my thighs and fondled my rigid little sex through my pants and seemed satisfied that he had forced a reaction.
“Show me your cock, good and hard.” I willingly obeyed whipping down the zip and taking out my erect penis for him to see. I was shy to show him my swelling cock head covered with pre-cum. At nineteen, I had a quite small cock but very active and virile, I could get a hard on several times a day and keep it up for hours and my cock just loved to be wanked.
“That’s good my slave, now just slip your pants off,” he ordered. Receiving a clear instruction like that, excited me even more, a sense of service and obedience. I felt so satisfied as I undid the waist button and my belt, and undid my fly then slipped my hands easily down the back of my pants and briefs and then gently pushed my pants down under my ass and down the back of my thighs to my ankles, my briefs catching slightly on my erect cock before springing back to place. I looked up at John who signalled for me to take off my shoes and socks. I slipped off my shoes and socks with the pants and briefs placing them all in a pile beside me.
Mister John, placed his hands on my knees and pushed them apart, forcing them further and further apart. I could feel the tendons in my thighs stretching as he fondled my sex, remarking loudly, “cute little dick and nice tight balls, just like a schoolboy, I just love that.” That helped my confidence although I still felt embarrassed and shy. “Just leave your legs like that and take your top off.” It was a slightly painful position to hold, but I did not want to disappoint him. With his free hands he was fondling and squeezing my genitals.
My fingers grasped the zip catch and with one hand I held the top collar and with my left hand I slid the zip slowly downwards, as his eyes fixed on my torso as it revealed itself. “You are a real slut, aren’t you bitch???” he asked me. I smiled and winked back at him, and he laughed, “you and I are going to get on really well.” My skin-tight cardigan slipped off my shoulders and I wriggled to get my arms out of the sleeves behind my back. I was now completely naked as I placed it with my other things.
His hands were still tightly gripping my sex, and he insisted “kiss me again!”
I leaned forward and kissed him again as before but longer and deeper and he encouraged me pushing and twisting his head. My nakedness in his hands was so exhilarating, I was drawn increasingly to him more passionately. My hands grasped his neck and caressed his shaven head, trying to force my tongue deeper. His grip tightened as my tongue caressed his, I pulled myself closer to him, spreading my thighs wider, as I felt his fingers massaging my scrotum and stroking my fresh grown pubic hairs. The chill of the air made me shiver a little.
The interior light flashed on above me and I saw his fine-featured face close to mine, and his stare fixed on my exposed crotch, I stretch my thighs apart to give a better view and to give me a greater sense of submission. He seemed satisfied and encouraged me “there’s my good little Fay well done, now I’ll just put your gear away in the boot and we’ll be on our way,” and with that he gathered my things together and got out of the car and put them in the boot, all my things, he had even taken the plaid blanket, I was left with nothing, just naked with no escape. Then he came back to open the passenger door and called for me to get out. I was apprehensive but struggled to get out and stand on the pavement in front of him with my head down, “now, slut, kiss me again!” with that I stepped forward a step, relieved, and grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him again. His hands ran up and down my naked body. A large lorry went past giving a loud blast on its horn and causing a strong cool draft.
I felt so good, naked in his hands, the beer was having its affect, he was slightly taller than me and I had to stand on my toes to reach his lips, my cock is rigid rubbing against his thigh, and I can feel his crotch as I press against him, I can feel a large solid frame between his legs, what feels like a cock guard that must enclose and protect his genitals.
My curiosity gets the better of me and I drop my hand down to investigate further, what I can feel with my fingers, from caressing him through his fine cotton slacks, is more of a rigid steel frame covering a long, large penis and cage to cover his balls, then at the base I can feel a small fine padlock.
I’m surprised and curious to know what this contraption is but am reluctant to ask thinking it might be a medical device. My hands return to his face to caress his ear.
After several minutes we climbed back into the car, and he started the engine and locked all the doors.
“How do you feel, my slut, are you happy? I think you need to do this; you want to be my slut, you are a natural born, bitch boy.” “Being there in front of me naked like that just turns you on, doesn’t it? Tell me!!”
I hesitate before answering, my cock hard and throbbing between my legs for him to see “Yes, you’re right, I feel good, I like to be naked in front of you. I feel shy but content,” his questions continued, “and you like me to touch you, and you like to kiss me?”
My cock is jumping up and down with excitement “Yes, Mister John, I love to feel your hands on my body, and I adore kissing you.”
He replied, “You are so glad I stopped to pick you up,” I answered, “Yes Mister John, I’m really happy you stopped to pick me up.”
“Now I need to get some Polaroid photos of you for my collection. Just sit back and relax, and smile.”
Before I could say anything, I felt the heat as he flashed a picture of me nude in front of him. The machine whirred as it spewed out the photo and he took it and shook it to dry it off and develop the picture. After a couple of minutes, the picture was clear of me sprawled naked across the backseat of his car with my rigid cock in hand. Then he snapped another three or four that he kept to himself. Then started the car and we slowly moved off.
He adjusted his rear-view mirror to enable him to see my face clearly and I could see him smiling back at me, I felt warm and happy, content to be naked for him. We moved away as he adjusted the mirror vertically to improve his view. He put the radio on low with some soothing popular music, I felt good and relaxed. He told me to caress my cock and slowly draw back the foreskin to show him my full beautiful violet pulsing cock head glowing in the dark. My tight foreskin stretched over the gland slipped painfully over the ridge into its position.
Mister John started to chat, explaining to me how he had spent his evening at the “Magna Carta” gay club with his friend Pete and they were on their way home together when they had spotted me on the road. “I don’t think you noticed but we went past you a couple of times so Pete could get a good look at you and to decide whether to stop and pick you up or not. We even stopped once, real close to watch your ass wiggle, it was so hot, Pete had a real hard on for you, and had me suck his cock there and then.”
You’ll like Pete he’s a good Master.”
I answered saying “no I never noticed, but I’m very glad you did.” The thought of him having gone past me several times to look at me and watch me, stalking me like predators was so exciting. My curiosity got the better of me and I asked him “Is Pete your Master, Mister John?” he answered abruptly, “he is OUR Master. Yes, and don’t ever forget it. We both belong to him, we are his slaves, I am his devoted slave, and you are mine.”
“Yes, we first saw you as you went past the station and Pete, my friend followed you closely for a while. We saw you slip into an alley way just after and almost lost you. Must have stopped for a pee, I think. Then we caught up with you again on Millbrook Road.”
I asked him “So where’s Pete now?”
“I dropped Pete and came back to pick you up and he told me to bring you back to him clean, neat, naked, and ready to play with, so that is what I’ve done, and I will stop to pick him up about a mile ahead.”
This information was just starting to sink into my brain and causing my cock to twitch with excitement at the thought of showing my body off to two men.
Mister John quickly went on to explain that Pete was an Alpha Male who demanded respect and obedience and both of us are his playthings. He threw a glance at his mirror to catch my glance as I tried to reassure him of my compliance. “Please Mister John I have complete confidence in you, and I am looking forward to meet your friend Pete.” He replied, “that’s good Fay and that makes me happy, but remember he is not a friend, and you are to always call him Master Pete and don’t question him otherwise he gets upset very quickly and he just loves to punish his toy boys.”
I did not get much time to think about what he was telling me before he had pulled over onto the forecourt of an abandoned petrol station and was telling me to get out of the car. He stretched across and opened the car door, then folded the front seat forward and told me to get out and walk slowly across to the opposite corner of the yard behind the garage building where I would find Master Pete.
I hastily drew myself out of the car enjoying the feel of the fresh air on my naked body and the wet ground beneath my feet. The dual carriage way was just beside me as the door closed behind me and Mister John drove the car away to my surprise, leaving me naked, in the middle of nowhere. For an instant I was seized with panic and ran to hide in the shade of an old publicity signpost trying to hide my sex behind my hands.
I quickly looked around me, to assess the area, which looked like industrial waste, with some street lighting, there was a smell of diesel and engine oil. I gathered courage knowing I was being watched from a distance and I walked forward a step off the grass verge onto the concrete forecourt. This kind of situation really excited me as I took stock of my position, naked with no clothes and no money or documents, totally helpless and abandoned. My hands were still clasped together hiding my cold insignificant sex and I quickly caressed my still slightly rigid cock drawing back the foreskin to show off the head then, imagining Master Pete in the distance, I took my hands away and lifted them, placing my hands slowly on my head and consciously stood erect to my full height, threw out my hips and pelvis and walked slowly towards the far corner of the garage, which was in total darkness, carefully judging each step, in line one foot in front of the other, small paces, crossing my legs, feeling my cock and balls squeezed between my thighs and swaying with each step. I tried to concentrate on swinging my hips, standing straight and maintaining my erection, I wanted to look good for “Master Pete” who was completely unknown to me, yet I had built in my own mind an idol who wanted to have and use my beautiful body and who could appreciate me for my complete potential to satisfy a sexual predator. I just hoped he would make the most of the opportunity.
As I approached the darker corner of the forecourt I saw slight movements of a silhouette against the backdrop of the concrete wall. I heard scuffling and started to smell cigarette smoke as it wafted across the forecourt. A candle was being lit on the side of the building and I could make out the frame of a medium sized man, a little thinner than usual, wearing what I thought to be leather bikers’ jacket and black leather trousers. My erection doubled in intensity and anticipation mixed with a not so small dose of apprehension. I just wanted to be taken there and then, on the spot just raped and fucked stupid.
I rounded the corner of the building and felt the first sensation of submission, a fine cold hand had grabbed my penis and sharply forced back the foreskin and was now fingering and caressing my wet smooth mushroom dick head, wow I almost exploded from the burst of intense pleasure from this one single attack.
Suddenly a cotton shoe bag was placed over my head and tightened at the neck. I felt the material smothering my nose and mouth, I raised my hands to my face to try and release me, but my arms were brought down off my head and my hands were cable-tied behind my back. Breathing was difficult as a sense of panic built up inside me, I was pushed to the wall, a large rigid collar strapped tightly around my neck impeding even more my breathing and a cord tied from my collar to my wrists, keeping my wrists in a position in the middle of my back. The front of my collar being attached to a rope lead, that seemed to pass through a ring at the base of the wall. All the blood in my body was rushing towards my erect penis, the mix of pleasure, panic and apprehension was overwhelming as I started to whimper and feel the tears of panic run down my cheeks.
The tension on the lead was abruptly increased forcing me to bend over and two cold hands grabbing my ass cheeks to force my legs apart and draw them away from the wall, my only support was from my head against the wall, my feet too far out to give further support. I could no longer move without dropping to my knees.
I was just where he wanted me, my ass offered up on a plate. I tried vainly to struggle or change position it was hopeless.
My position was uncomfortable, I could hear the occasional car drive past on the dual carriageway. There was a slight chill in the air that made me tremble.
Just then I heard another person arrive who I assumed to be Mister John returning to join us, that help to reassure me, although I am sure I don’t know why. The two of them started chatting between them but it was difficult to hear or follow
“This is great John, we got lucky tonight, never expected a catch like this. You didn’t have any problems with him?”
“None at all Master, first time I’ve come across a real Virgin that’s a born slut, I think he was even looking for it. Came nice and easy, gentle like a lamb, seems to enjoy his new role, but I don’t know his potential yet, he needs to be put to the test and that will need a lot of work. I took some good photos of him, like you asked. Here.” He handed over the polaroid photos he’d taken of me.
“He looks in excellent physical condition, no major scars or marks, a reactive cock if a bit on the small size, his balls are good but will need a lot of work. Tits have potential but again will need work. Is that OK for you?”
“Master, please look at him, he’s a boy, eighteen maybe nineteen, he’s about as virgin as they come, his balls haven’t even dropped yet, very little body hair, the cock of a schoolboy, his cunt is as tight as a newborn lamb. What do you want him prepared for, the Arena or the Whorehouse?”
“Listen John, I’ve a gang of BDSM lads coming down for a long weekend and they will need looking after and this kid looks ideal.”
“What do you say John? Can I count on you, these guys are due for the end of the week, that gives you a few days at least?”
“Yeah, no problem he is quite compliant, and obedient. I can get organised at the house but it’s going to take me a while perhaps two or three days.”
“You have 48 hours; we need him earning by the end of next week latest. I just love that ass of his, nice and tight muscular cheeks, superb. I’ll have these photos circulated to these gang boys, they will, for sure ask for more.”
“What calibre for his hole Master, shall we keep it small and tight?”
“Let’s aim for a 7 or 8 cms that should give us fisting possibilities. Always adds a trick to the trade.”
“Mark or branding?”
“A small tattoo should do just at the base of his back as usual. Give me a call tomorrow I’ll give you his number.”
“We need to get ourselves organised, get close to him, find out what makes him tick and get him on board asap. Use the house as you need it and get George involved, keep me updated. I would like to try him out any time you are ready. Any questions?”
“No questions Master, I’ll run him home now and stick with him until I can get organised and him under my complete control.”
On this Master Pete left the site, not without running his hands one last time over my cheeks and a grasp and tug at my balls.
I heard little of their conversation which sounded muffled and confused as my head was filled with other thoughts, but I did hear him walk off into the distance.
Mister John put me back on my feet and turned me around and removed the bag from over my head, such a relief, we locked in a passionate long and intimate kiss so intense and full of profound affection, my whole body shook with emotion after a series of immensely intense moments of excitement.
His hands were now warm and caressed me all over, I felt so reassured and confident that he was going to look after me, the fear and anxiety was flowing away as I once again abandoned myself to my Mister John. He was not however apparently in any hurry to release my bonds, just suck the life from my tongue.
His hands were holding my head, grasping wads of my hair, turning my head to ease his tongues entry and depth of penetration. I gasped for breath at each possibility, his lips enveloped my mouth, saliva drooling down my chin and neck, my cock as hard as steel.
He led me away pulling on my collar and lead. It was just a short walk through the hedge to where he had parked the car. He cut the bonds on my wrists and took off my collar that he placed in the boot of the car next to the pile of my clothes. “Get in the car, front seat next to me.” He directed, and I obeyed. I felt better now and grateful to be free, waiting for Mister John to join me. As he took his place, I leaned across eagerly to kiss him as passionately as possible and he reacted with warmth and affection, caressing my cheeks, and running his fingers through my hair. I felt I was falling in love with this man, my whole body committing to him. My hands and arms were trying to hug him to me, to become a part of him.
I ran my hand between his thighs, but he stopped me from exploring further, so I concentrated on simple caresses.
The car was moving now, and his hands were otherwise occupied but his stare was concentrated on my rigid cock rather than the road ahead, so I moved around to ensure he had the best possible view. His hand leaving the wheel from time to time to grasp my cock and balls.
He took a small side road, and we stopped in a lay bye by a rail crossing. As he stopped the car, I jumped across to kiss him intently, he pushed me back to my seat and leaned across to take my cock in his mouth. Such an incredible sensation, his hot wet tongue licking my mushroom investigating my meat hole his hand supporting my ass encouraging me to thrust my pelvis forward and upward towards his mouth, I had no problem in obeying that order. My whole penis thrust to the back of his throat, his fingers fondling my balls my brain floating in ecstasy, I could feel the overwhelming build-up of excitement pushing me inexorably toward my first orgasm in a week. My body went rigid and stretched with tension as the first thrust and ejaculation surged from my penis into his throat and he swallowed repeatedly to add to the pressure of the instant as my body exploded with satisfaction.
His mouth continued its work for a couple of more minutes sucking every drop of my juice, his fingers squeezing my balls to encourage the final ejaculation out of its hiding place. My body fell limp from the exhaustion of pleasure.
The car moved away, and we continued our way.
He jogged me out of my sleepy stupor by slapping my thigh that made me sit up and face Mister John. He continued to watch me intently, “I am going to take you home now Fay. You have been a good boy for me and Master Pete is very pleased with you too, so you must be very happy.”
“Yes, Mister John I am happy, I’ve had a nice, exciting night with you and Master Pete.”
“Fay that’s good because I’m taking you to your home now and will come to pick you up tomorrow at 15h and I want you to be ready for me. Is that perfectly clear for you?”
Now I was a little confused, “I don’t quite understand Mister John, you said you would take me home provided I did as you want and that is what I did, so now you just need to drop me off.”
He pulled the car up on the side of the road, stopped the engine and turned to me.
“Tomorrow, I will pick you up at your home and take you away. You will be mine.”
“Do you understand?”
“No, I don’t understand, you don’t own me. I like you a lot and I enjoy your ways, but you don’t own me.”
John placed a hand on my chest just tweaking my nipple, “take time to think about it, I’ll pick you up at 15h tomorrow afternoon. You will tell your family you’ve found lodgings with a friend.”
He leaned across and kissed me full on the mouth again, how could I resist him. My naked body shivered in anticipation and my cock was already hardening again.
“You belong to me.”
We stopped outside of my house; it was just after 5h30 in the morning Mister John was holding my pile of clothes. “Now get dressed and I’ll take you inside to meet your parents and make sure they understand our arrangement for tomorrow, I’m sure they will want to see these photos we’ve taken earlier.”
“OH NO, Mister John that won’t be necessary. Please I’ll be ready for you this afternoon you don’t need to bother them.”
“OK, I’ll just see you into the house, you have your key?”
“Yes, I have it there, in my pocket.” Mister John quickly found the key and kept it in his hand.
“Give me the key please Mister John” I said desperately.
“No! This key is mine now, just like you are mine.”
“Now I’m going inside to tell your Mum and Dad that you’re moving in with me.” With that he opened the door and started to climb out. It was starting to get light, and I knew my father would soon be getting up for work and the neighbours would soon start stirring and milkman and newspaper boys start delivering while I was still naked in the car.
I panicked and cried out to Mister John “No please don’t do that, I’ll do what you ask just let me get dressed. I’ll do anything …. Please…” I end with a sob, tears started to run down my cheeks as I realised the hopelessness of my situation.
Mister John stepped back into the car and gently placed his hand on my upper thigh to comfort me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. “Now don’t make so much fuss, you told me you would do just as I like. There’s no need for those tears. He grabbed my balls and squeezed, causing me to sit up sharply, he squeezed painfully harder. “Now have you understood what I have said?” and “are we clear.?”
“Yes, Mister John,” I confirmed weakly.
He handed over my clothes just keeping my red briefs that he hung triumphantly over the handbrake.
I got dressed hastily and thanked Mister John for his kindness and confirmed once again our appointment for later in the day.
“Just one last thing I need for you to do for me before I pick you up later this afternoon, I need you to shave all your body hair. Can you do that for me Fay?”
“Tell me your body will be smooth as silk all over.”
I didn’t hesitate very long even though I was startled at the request and wiping a lingering tear from my eye I confirmed I would do as he requested.
We both got out of the car together and walked to the front door, where Mister John inserted the key and opened the door. I stepped inside first as John pushed me forward. There was nobody up and no lights on and to my terrible surprise John had followed me inside.
“Just give me one last kiss and I’ll go.”
So, I turned to him and kissed him, he held my head to his as his hand went directly to my cock, fumbling to open my fly and get his fingers inside pulling out my dick trying to wank me off, I knew struggling would not help and just let him do what he wanted. My cock was hard by now and John was forcing down on my foreskin. We heard my mother upstairs calling out “Is that you Philip?” “Make sure you lock the door behind you.” “OK mum will do.”
John turned to leave and kissed me again then whispered in my ear, “you are not to wear any briefs later, OK?” I nodded my agreement to him before closing the door behind him and hearing him locking it and taking my key with him.
Chapter 2
My mind was so preoccupied with all that had happened during the night and how it could change in the so near future.
At just nineteen my body was perfect, and I knew it and I wanted to make the most of it, but I needed to consider my future, my apprenticeship my sports rugby and running, how could this new situation affect all that.
I had slept a couple of hours and now I slipped gently into a nice hot bath my razor and soap in hand ready to make my body smooth and silky for Mister John. The simple thought of Mister John kissing me so passionately made my cock stand to attention and made shaving a little more complex.
The long full body mirror was well position behind the bathroom door, my body was not naturally hairy except for my legs from mid-thigh downwards and my forearms. I soaped my legs and shaved them with particular attention. My cock and balls looked clean and neat, my armpits also and the small number of hairs around my nipples and chest were now cleared. I finished off with a quick rinse off and dried myself down then a last check in the mirror before applying some Nivea body lotion to sooth the irritation.
My brothers were all out today and my father was at work so just my mother and I as we sat together in the lounge watching the tele and I became more and more agitated as the clock drew closer to 15h.
I saw his car draw up in front of the house as did my mother as Mister John stepped out and made his way to our front door and rang the bell. “That must be your friend come to pick you up, better go and show him in.”
My hands were shaking, and my cock was just getting stiff. I opened the door and saw Mister John in front of me, he was wearing a simple tight pair of yellow hipster slacks with a light cotton multi coloured shirt, as he stepped forward to get into the house, pushing past me to greet my mother seated at the other side of the room. “How wonderful to meet you Mrs Jones, Philip has talked so much about you, and may I say what a lovely home you have.” My mother was visibly impressed and thanked him for his kindness and inviting him to have a cup of tea before we left. She teased me into accepting and scorned me for always being in a hurry. My mother got up to prepare some tea in the kitchen as Mister John leaned over me to grab my neck and kiss me as deeply as he could. My cock went stiffer and was more visible through my thin cotton slacks.
As we settled to drink tea together John noticed the family portrait of me with my three brothers, “These are all your sons Mrs Jones, a very handsome group but I think Philip is the sexiest of them all, such a sweet supple physique, very exciting don’t you agree?”
“Philip, stand up let’s have a look at you,” he took my hand and pulled me to my feet, showing off my prominent stiff cock just like a trophy. “Don’t you agree?”
Mister John continued his mockery by pointing out my mishap clearly to my mother “oh dear I appear to be embarrassing Philip; I do apologise but at least you know he’s a healthy young man.” And he slipped his hand into the small of my back and sliding it down over my cheeks and squeezing.
“OH!!! my goodness Mrs Jones, Philip has no knickers on under his trousers, no wonder he is so embarrassed.” My mother looked at me in anger and shame her face blushed bright red, “go upstairs and put some underpants on now, goodness me, have you no shame.” “That is so shameful Mrs Jones I will go and make sure he does as he’s told. Don’t you worry one moment. Perhaps a smack on his bare bottom would teach him a lesson. Do you think? Yes, yes, that’s a good idea.” Mister John pulled my hand and took me straight upstairs. He grasps my hair from the back and pulled me up the stairs to the landing and whispered in my ear “get naked. Now!” I hesitated to obey, and he yanked my hair sharply “Now!” He shouted. I was naked in 2 seconds. My mum called up to know if everything was OK. “Yes, mum I’m fine, don’t worry.”
His hands were quickly all over me checking for a smooth shave. A silk cord was tightly tied double around my cock and balls and passed through my legs up my back between my cheeks. “Now get dressed again.” The end of the cord came over the waist band of my trousers and was now in his hands, we stood in front of the mirror. He gave a quick yank on the cord to watch my erect cock twitch up and down under my trousers the spectacle was quite exciting to see especially with an intermediate erection. He had me under total control. as we walked back downstairs.
“We’ll be going now Mrs Jones; it’s been nice to have met you and I shall take very good care of this handsome young thing as if he were my very own.” His hand twitching the cord all the time and I felt my cock bouncing around and up and down my pants. With that we walked out of the door.
I was out of the house, away from my family, I felt free to live as I chose, at least that’s what went through my mind. Liberated from my adolescence into the slavery of mind adulthood, the liberation of my sexuality a blooming into what I hoped would be a new and revolutionary sex life.
Dreams of unending orgies and orgasms my body freed from the chains of pure masculinity. Yet now I belong to this man beside me, can that make me free.
We drove across the forest in silence which made me a little apprehensive, but Mister John was in no apparent mood for conversation, just giving the cord a tug from time to time to remind me he was in control. I was imagining all sorts of exciting scenarios involving my naked body and total physical and mental submission.
The weather was cloudy with slight rain and drizzle with a temperature around 17° C so not to unpleasant.
We arrived at a small hamlet close to Ashurst with some three houses scattered around we took a side road for some ten minutes before arriving at what appeared to be a small industrial plant a bit dilapidated in some areas like the warehouse area, but the offices looked functional, and the small factory unit seemed quite modern. We drove up to the main gate that was chained and locked and the whole area appeared to be secured with simple torsion grilled fence up to 1m20.
Mister John leaned across to the glove compartment and took out a key. “Now get out of the car, strip naked, put your clothes on the seat then go and open the gate to your new home.”
It felt so good to be naked again especially with my newly shaved body every wisp of air seemed to penetrate my sexuality, and my cock was expanding again. I left the cord around my cock and balls in place for John.
The large cumbersome padlock and chain opened quite easily, and I swung open the gates to let the car in.
Mister John immediately placed all my things into an empty oil drum then sprayed some liquid, lit a match and whoop… all gone up in flames. As if reborn. I moved over and stood next to John, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, turning his lips to mine and we kissed again. His warm hands ran over my sweet silky skin, my muscles taught I curved and turned my body to encourage his caresses, trying to incite him to continue.
“I’ll show you to your cell.” He barked after several minutes and slapped me gently on the ass.
The term hit me like a ton of bricks, my jaw dropped, and my new sense of freedom waned away.
“Follow me….”
I was close to him, suddenly feeling the cold and losing my erection. We walk across the courtyard into the factory unit through the large double sliding doors into a large white tiled workspace that reminded me more of an abattoir than anything else. There were chains and pulleys hanging from the ceiling and steel rings anchored to the walls and floors all around. I walk into the room behind Mister John, when he stopped and indicated to me to stand in the middle of the large empty space.
The double doors slid shut and were bolted. The room was lit by skylights and some windows around the walls and a few large central lights.
“In the corner over there is your cell.” He pointed to a large cowboy, western style steel rod cell with door and lock. Inside was a folding army issue camp bed with blanket and rough pillow.
“Now go to it and lock yourself inside then hang the key on the wall under the window… make your bed then stand to attention with your back to the wall and that Fay is your home.”
“Whenever I tell you HOME then that is where you go and that is what you do. Is that perfectly clear?”
I confirmed and walked to my cell and followed his instructions to the letter.
“Come here Fay.”
I went through the inverse process and walk back to Mister John’s side, I even found it quite exciting as my erection had started and I glanced into his eyes and risked a smile.
“Fetch my cane on the wall.”
The cane was a 1,5m length of bamboo cane with a leather handle and wrist strap that was leaning against the door pillar. I walk across to pick it up and inspect it as I brought it back for Mister John.
“Fay, I need to be clear with you. I will explain once and once only. You belong to me. You will obey me instantly. You will react instantly and with urgency to any order. You will show me every possible respect and humility. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand Mister John.”
“Otherwise, you will be punished according to my justice. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mister John, I understand that.” My mind was shivering at the thought of the extent to which my words could be interpreted. My body was trembling at the prospect of imminent punishment.
“Now bend over in front of me, grasp your ankles and keep your legs straight, your head stays down, spread your legs about 50cms, slightly more.”
The cord was still dangling from my balls as John started to walk around me dragging his cane behind him. His hand slipped easily over my cheeks through to my balls and worked quickly to detach the cord. His hand continued down my back, and he crouched down to caress my head and to stroke my head.
“Such a nice, cute boy and yet you know you must be punished. You were told to strip at your home, and you hesitated, there is no sense of urgency in your obedience, and you lack respect for me and show no humility. Those are all cardinal sins for someone in your situation. You must not look me directly in the eyes and will keep your head lowered at all times.”
“This cane I’m going to whip you with is mine and is yours to look after with your life. Any time I need to punish you, you will have it ready, and you will instantly take up this position in front of me ready to accept your punishment. CANE is your code word for this. Do you understand?”
I confirmed my understanding.
“Good, now let’s try again.”
“HOME!” I ran to my cell.
“COME!” I ran to my Master.
“CANE!” I presented myself with the cane to my Master for punishment.
“Better, now you are too close to me, move away, you need to be at the tip of the cane. Now I will strike you and you will not budge an inch.”
I received one painful strike across both cheeks that sent searing pain through my buttocks pelvis and thighs my knees trembling violently, I yelp with pain. The second stroke was higher and stronger as I felt the tears running across my forehead, what had I done.
“Keep your position. Do not budge an inch!” he crouched beside me and shouted in my ear.
He stood again and struck me a third time at the very top of my thighs, the pain was again sharp and violent. I whimpered slightly, and tears welled up in my eyes and continued to run over my forehead.
He threw down the cane at my feet and placed both hands on my butt cheeks to massage the marks left by the cane. His hands were warm and full of some sort of cream that he spread across my cheeks, it was so very sensual and exciting my cock was instantly rock hard. Then the massage generated heat from the cream that seeped through to my muscles starting to burn the skin, his hand was massaging my balls with the cream and the heat was penetrating my whole pelvic basin.
His fingers were groping each testicle individually, separating it squeezing and stretching. My cock as hard as rock forcing against my abdomen, as his fingers slipped behind the head and pulled it backwards to milk it like an udder. I had difficulty maintaining grip of my ankles and keeping my legs straight.
“Now follow me upstairs I want to taste your sperm again. Take the cane with you.”
I straightened up and felt warm and tingling all down my back and buttocks my cock standing out proudly in front.
“When you FOLLOW me, you must always be on my right-hand side and one metre behind me.”
We left the factory unit through a side door into a hall reception area then went up a broad stairway to the right that turn back on itself, so we found ourselves on the floor above the factory unit. Mister John opened the heavy metal door which swung inwards to a very dark space. He ushered me forward and pushed me gently into the room. The lights started to flicker on around the outside giving a dim light on the enormous open expanse of what appeared to be a luxurious living area. A shower and bathroom space to the left, a large kitchen and dining space et the other end of the room, a series of several beds like a dormitory. Mirrors and curtains were predominant everywhere in warm red and oranges and dark wood floorboards. The lighting was very dim throughout, but there was a nice cosy comfortable feel to the whole space. The temperature was just right too as I stepped further into the centre amongst groups of stools and loungers and deep long sofas strewn in random formations. In the centre of the room a small plinth in white marble about 60cms off the ground and approx. a metre square and this is where Mister John directed me, explaining to me that whenever I was invited to the Master’s play room this was my place.
“You will instinctively come here and stand here. Your body is a piece of art that is on display. It is your duty to ensure that it is displayed in the correct way and all its attributes are displayed to their utmost advantage. You will also change pose and position every five minutes.”
This sounded exciting, so I quickly jump up onto the plinth and took a natural pose. Mister John seemed to approve, but took the cane from my hand then stood back to view. My bottom still sore from their previous caning I was anxious expecting to receive further strokes but John was simply using the very tip of the cane to point and guide like an extension to his finger, which I now find particularly sensuous.
The tip was on my right ankle, “use the whole space available, your right ankle in one corner and the left toes to the other corner,” and he tap slightly on the skin to indicate, then for me to lift my ankle slightly the canes rigid tip passed under the arch of my foot, an immensely sensitive zone sending directly, electric signals to the head of my erect cock demanding is expansion and precum.
My hands were clasped tightly together behind my neck, tense stretched as I felt the cane move slowly up the inside of my leg gently caressing the calf muscle now also rigid and strung tight as a bow, over the knee and onto the lower inside thigh pausing slightly before continuing up to my crotch.
Now his hand was on my crotch weighing my balls taking them in the cup of his hand, his fingers tightened around the purse, gently at first then tighter and tighter, pushing the whole backwards and downwards, taking down my erect penis with it and the foreskin to reveal a tight silky mushroom head with a forming drip of precum on the tip.
His head moved closer and tongue slipped from his mouth to warmly caress the drip from the tip of my bursting cock. He drew my cock downwards to give access for his tongue to the whole surface of the head licking slowly and precisely every pore. His tongue was gentle and precise. My eyes closed as my mind concentrated solely on the sensations running across my cock’s head and through my body.
One hand was making its way to my left cheek, spreading wide his fingers to caress the whole area still sensitive from its recent caning, sending painful, pleasure signals to my cock head, the tips of fingers were inside my crack tickling the entrance to my sweaty cunt. I suddenly remembered I hadn’t shaved my ass at all and I prayed he wouldn’t notice.
My prayers were not answered, and after a few seconds he withdrew from me, leaving me with an incredible sense of frustration.
“Follow me…” We walked across to the dormitory area where he showed me the lounging beds laid out around a large space of glass floor looking down on the floor below and what was in fact my cell.
“I can watch you in your cell from here and on the wall an intercom, learn how to use it.”
We walked on to the bath and shower area where he showed me the enema shower and told me to get cleaned up and to shave correctly all over.
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