Taken

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Note:  Taken is entirely fantasy, written over many chapters. The author doesn't condone non-consensual sex or violence, or many of the themes in this tale. If you're easily shocked, this might not be for you. I don't want to spoil the story, but things are not as they might at first seem and somewhere over the horizon there's a happy ending for our hero. We just need to get to it..... enjoy!

Technically, I was “of age” where I lived, but you wouldn’t have known it. I was a bit short for my age and my build was somewhere between athletic and skinny. I had dark brown messy hair and big blue eyes. I hadn’t started shaving yet, all of which meant most people thought I looked at least two years younger than I was. I basically looked like I was in my mid-teens. I was a loner and I admit that I was naive, too, about anything related to sex.

My mom died when I was a baby so I never knew her. I don’t remember my father, either. He left me with my grandparents before he disappeared. They didn’t really want me and they were strict and old fashioned. I wasn’t ever allowed out and my grandfather made it clear that he didn’t want any other kids hanging around his house. I always looked so much younger than the kids in my class at school that no-one wanted to hang with me anyway. Because of that I didn’t have any friends and I never had a girlfriend. In fact I had zero experience with sex if you don’t count playing with myself. To be honest I never really knew whether I wanted a girlfriend or a boyfriend. My fantasies swung from straight to bi to gay and recently more gay than anything. Sometimes I even enjoyed using an old kids toy as a dildo while I masturbated late at night. Grandfather would swear and spit if ever he saw or heard about gay people, so I grew up believing that homosexuality was very wrong and not something to celebrate. It was my dirty secret.

My grandmother died when I was younger so I don’t really remember much about her. I just remember that after she wasn’t around any more my grandfather started to drink more heavily and life got more difficult. It was my job to keep the house, so I had a lot of chores and I couldn’t go out and I got shouted at a lot. Depending on grandfather’s mood I’d get beaten, maybe hit across the back of the head or slapped in the face. Sometimes when he was drunk he’d go to town on me. On those days it was best to just roll up in a ball on the floor and wait until he got bored of kicking me and spitting on me. That kinda thing. It was just pretty normal to me. I got teased sometimes if I had a bruise on my face in school, but I didn’t know any different so it didn’t bother me too much. I was just waiting for the day I could go my own way, I guess, even if I had no idea what I wanted to do.

More recently some weird stuff happened. A couple of times I woke up to find grandfather sitting on my bed and touching my leg. He left as soon as he knew I was awake. Once he came into the bathroom while I was showering and just watched me. He was drunk on all those occasions so I didn't worry about it too much, but it did make me wonder how far he might take things if he got really smashed.

The stuff in this story all started when my grandfather had called me down from my tiny bedroom where I was supposed to be studying. There was a muscular man in the kitchen sitting at the table and smoking. I had never seen him before. There was something kinda dirty about the man but I thought he was attractive in an unconventional way. He had short cropped hair and a dark stubble beard. He wore a white shirt and I could see a lot of tattoos through the fabric. He had a tough look about him. He glanced at me as I entered the kitchen, his eyes lingering on me as he looked me up and down before he looked to my grandfather and nodded. “Yes” he said.

Grandfather grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. He spoke quickly to me in low voice. “I am going away for a while. This here is Mister Johns. You will do everything he tells you, no question. It’s very important. Do everything, or else.” And that was it. He grabbed his coat, an old suitcase that he had packed already, and then he left me there with this stranger.

I looked over at Mister Johns, who looked back at me. He stood up, took a step towards me and looked me up and down real slowly. He took a few drags on a cigarette as he did so. He put his hand on my cheek. His hand was rough and smelled of tobacco. He caressed my cheek for a few seconds, then he blew a little smoke in my face and grinned. “Go back to your room, boy” he said. “You have two hours to kill until my people get here. There’s a man wants to meet you.” I stood still, confused. I didn’t understand what that meant, about someone wanted to meet me. Mister Johns saw my hesitation and shouted loudly at me right in my face: “I said go to your room!” I turned quickly and almost ran up the narrow stairs. Seems as if I had swapped one guy who shouted for another, only this guy could probably catch me if I dodged a swipe to my head.

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I spent two hours unable to do much, nervously watching the clock. There were noises all around the house during those two hours. Some drilling, hammering, that kind of thing. I thought I heard someone or maybe some people arrive and go upstairs but I couldn’t hear much else. It was an old house and sound didn’t travel well. Grandfather said it was because they “don’t make them like this any more”. Eventually Mister Johns opened the door of my small bedroom and gestured for me to follow him.

I could hear voices as I climbed the stairs up to the bedroom on the second floor. I was never allowed up here. I knew it was a bedroom, but I hadn’t been up these stairs in a while, probably years. It was off limits to me.

Something outside of my experience was going on and I had a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Mister Johns was quiet, a stern look on his face, like he was on a mission. As we got to the last flight of stairs he stopped to let me go first and followed me close behind. I could feel his eyes on me the entire way.

I got to the little hallway at the top of the stairs and walked toward the bedroom. I knew the bedroom was quite big, taking up almost the whole of the top floor. It had a small shower room and toilet off the hall. It had windows in a pitched roof, I remembered.

As I got closer I slowed down. There were other men in the room. I thought I heard someone setting up equipment as there were some clanking sounds and there were low voices. Mister John pushed me from behind. “Just remember what your grandfather said to you, boy” he said in a voice that was almost a growl. “Do everything you are told no matter what. Everything. These are important people and this isn’t the time for a smart mouth. Do as you are instructed and you’ll come through okay”. He smiled very briefly at me and in that moment he almost looked kind. The smile vanished, leaving me sweating as I was so nervous. What did he mean, ‘I’d come through okay’? Mister Johns swatted me lightly on the bottom and pushed me through the door. I took a deep breath.

There were four men here and they all stopped what they were doing as I entered. I flushed red as I was embarrassed at all of these eyes on me. All of the men were looking me up and down. One of them was nodding and smiling. Mister Johns closed the door behind me and I could hear him locking it. I tuned around to question why he was doing that but he growled at me before I could speak “don’t you dare question me, boy”. It was such a low voice that I wasn’t even sure anyone else in the room had heard him. Mister Johns seemed very scary in that moment. I flushed red again and turned to face the other men. My knees were shaking. Some instinct told me I was in trouble here, but I didn’t yet understand what was going on.

A thin man, smartly dressed in a suit and tie, was sitting in a small armchair in the corner of the room. There was something that seemed vaguely familiar about him. He waved his hand for me to go over to him. He sort of half-smiled, like a rehearsed smile for a photo. I noticed the other men looked at each other and got on with what they were doing. This guy seemed like he was in charge. I got near to the man and he held up both hands. “Here he is!” He said. “I have waited so long to meet you. My, you are a pretty one. Kneel down here, boy, so you are not looking down on me. I do not like it when people look down on me.” I didn’t really feel like I had any choice and I had been warned so many times today about doing as I was told, so I got down on my knees in front of his chair, my hands folded in my lap like a little kid.

“I imagine you would like some information” he said. Before I could speak he sat forward and placed a finger on my lips and very quietly said “ssshhhhh”. I knew my face was bright red again. He removed his finger, rubbing it over my lips as he did so. He had a weird look on his face.

“Yes, you must be curious. I will tell you the things that you need to know so that your mind does not wander and you can focus on the tasks at hand. I will also tell you some rules. The rules are important and you will repeat them back to me to show me that you have learned them. Do you understand?” His voice had a foreign sound to it. Maybe a little Russian or something like that. I couldn’t quite tell. I nodded, now getting more scared and worried.

“This is Mister Johns who you have met already. He is a very senior man in my organisation and he will be your handler. From now on, you will call him ‘Master Johns’. Whenever you answer him, you will say “Yes Master” or “No Master” or something like that. You will not speak to your Master unless he speaks to you. Do you understand so far?” I nodded again. I understood what he said, but I was confused by all this. What had grandfather done?

“Good. All other men you meet will be called Sir. Every one of them. You will apply the same rules. You will never speak to a man unless you are spoken to first and when you do, you will always use the man’s title. Do you understand?” This time I plucked up the courage to respond out loud. “Yes, sir” I said. This didn’t seem so hard and I was curious as to where this was going.

The man smiled again, his thin face and sharp features seeming to genuinely light up. “Good” he said. “Now, this man here is the doctor. This other man here is my personal cameraman. I need to keep a record of these sessions. This last man is your partner for today. You are a lucky boy, because your partner is quite experienced. He has been chosen to minimise any discomfort.” He pointed to people as he introduced them.

I must have looked very confused at this point and I knew I was frowning. Partner? Like dance partner? Or business partner? I didn’t understand. And what did ‘minimise the discomfort’ mean?

The man chuckled a little bit. “Don’t frown my boy. It messes up your pretty, pretty face. I think you are maybe a little naive? Not so worldly wise? Don’t worry. That is good. Many people like that. Listen to me: Some things will be different now that we have found you at last. But if you do as you are told, maybe things will be better for you. Let’s see, shall we? Please stand now, and undress down to your underpants. We’re going to start. We can discuss my rules while we get you ready.”

I hesitated. I was really shocked by that. Strip to my underpants in front of all these people? Where did that come from? What the hell was going on? I'm not stripping here, I thought. I looked around trying to find some help, confused, but I was brought quickly back to attention when an open-handed slap smacked hard across my face. I turned back to the man with tears in my eyes. It was a hard hit and it stung.

“Do not ever hesitate when I give you an instruction and always acknowledge when you are given an instruction by a man” he said lightly. He was’t angry. For him, it was just a lesson. I rubbed my face with my hand.

I was pissed off now and I sure wasn’t going to get undressed here for everyone to see. My stubborn streak started to come out. I started to stand, tears of frustration in my eyes. I was just about to tell this man where to get off when he sent a heavy backhand my way. I sprawled across the floor dazed. My head was ringing and I knew that hit would leave a mark. Mister Johns rushed over to me. I thought he was coming to see if I was ok, but instead he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright. He held me there, sitting on the carpet. The man reached over and again slapped my face with an open hand. Again I fell to the floor, my tears of anger replaced by tears of pain and confusion.

Mister Johns grabbed my hair again and pulled me upright. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear “Don’t fight this. You cannot win. It will get easier”. The other man moved his face very close to mine.

He hurriedly whispered “After all this time trying to find you, I do not wish to hurt you. But if you disobey me in front of these people you will leave me no choice. It is our way. Now, do as instructed. Or else!” I was sure that only I had heard, and maybe Master Johns.

Master Johns fell back as if he hadn’t said or heard a word. The man glared at me, eye to eye. He seemed to be trying to decide whether I needed any further encouragement. He raised his hand and I whimpered. Instead of hitting me, he rubbed my cheek where his backhand had smacked me. In a louder voice he said “I instructed you to undress down to your underpants. Now, do you understand that instruction?” He said. It wasn’t a question.

I answered him “Yes, sir, I understand”. Mister Johns let go of my hair and went back to stand by the door. The man returned to his seat. I stood, shaking, and I started to undress. I looked around at these full grown strong men. I had no choice but to obey. No one here had even flinched when I was hit. No-one was rushing to my aid. I didn’t stand a chance against these people. I was confused and frightened.

“Good. Now don’t be angry at me - yes I can see it in your eyes! You must be informed - educated - so that you make the perfect host. I know - I really do - that this is all very confusing. Take my advice and let it all happen. Just go with it. There will be time for you to think and reflect on your experience later. Now, get up onto the bed when you are finished” he said. He sat back to watch.

As I took off my shirt I looked around the room. The men all seemed to have stopped working and were staring at me, increasing my discomfort. The cameraman was standing by the side of a large camera on a tripod, with another smaller camera in his hand. Both seemed to be connected to a laptop and he was glancing from me to the screen. He was obviously recording this. The other two men were standing off to one side, and Mister Johns - “Master” - was standing at the door with his arms folded like a security guard. The bed was very big, high off the ground with a low iron post at each corner. It was pulled out from the wall so you could walk all the way around it.

I was going very slowly but nobody seemed to care. After my shirt I kicked off my sneakers and then I took off my socks and rolled them up, stuffing them inside my shoes. I finally got to my jeans, having taken everything else off. I undid the button, pulled down the zip and slowly pulled them down showing off an old pair of blue and white striped briefs. I never had much in the way of new clothes, and my briefs were no exception. They were a bit tight as I had grown a little in the last year and I had owned these for ages. The hem was frayed and I was embarrassed by them. I climbed up onto the bed. As soon as I got up there, the doctor moved forward. He examined me, looked in my mouth, my eyes and ears, felt my neck and my armpits. It was slow, but methodical. He looked at my head and pulled my hair around like he was looking for lice. He told me to be still as he took a sample of saliva from my mouth which he put to one side. He took a blood sample too.

He firmly gripped my arms and then my legs, from my ankles to the top of my thighs, testing something but I wasn’t sure what. He bent all of my joints. He groped my buttocks and to my shame he fondled me between my legs. He made me lie down and he measured me with a tape measure, how tall I was, the length of my legs, of my body. He wrapped the tape around my thighs and arms to measure the circumference. Each time he made a little note in his book. He stood next to me and pulled my underpants down a little. To my horror he grasped my penis and measured that, appearing to take delight in playing with me. When I moved my hand to cover my modesty, he sharply slapped it away. This man seemed to really enjoy his work. Finally he started to move his hands in a soft and slow way, playing with my cock and rubbing my balls. I responded despite myself and got an erection. He measured that, too, and then immediately pulled my briefs back up over my hard cock, his work done. He looked at my face where I had been hit, two slaps on one side and the backhander to the other. He frowned, touching the cheek where I got the backhander.

The doctor stood upright. “All good. He’s clean, no sign of any breaks or badly healed fractures. A couple of contusions on his body that are almost healed, probably from his last beating. He’s a little malnourished but obviously in much better shape than we thought. His face might bruise a little though.”

The man sighed. “I see. Continue doctor” he said. As the doctor began to lay out some strange items on the bed in front of me, the seated man spoke again.

“The rules are very simple. We have already discussed the first rule, which is never to speak unless you are spoken to. Repeat it”

“I must never speak unless I am spoken to”. I paused and quickly added “And I must always use the man’s title….Sir?” I was a bit shaky at the end. I don’t know why I wanted to add that, to please this man, but something about him seemed powerful and he scared me. I didn’t want to get hit again for sure.

“Good. Very well anticipated. The second rule we have begun to discuss already - we have touched upon it”. As he spoke, the doctor took my arm and started to fix a leather strap around my wrist. It was buckled, with some metal loops attached to it. I could see that he had three others lined up on the bed and I guess that there were for my other wrist and my ankles. The man continued. “You must always do as you are instructed without hesitation, without question. Repeat it”.

“I must always do as I am instructed, without hesitating and without question,” I said. My voice had become high and shaky as my nerves started to get the better of me.

“Finally, you may never discuss these things with any other person. Never. Under no circumstances. Repeat it.” The doctor had finished attaching the straps to my wrists and had moved to my ankles. He kept running his hand up my leg to me knee, rubbing me very gently. It felt weird, but a bit of me thought it felt kind of nice and comforting in this strange situation. I repeated the final rule.

“Good. You have learned all three rules already. Very clever. Please, be sure to keep them in your mind. Nobody wishes to hurt you or see you hurt, but if you do not follow the rules there are always consequences. There have to be. If you follow these rules you might even enjoy your new life. That is what we want most of all. However, you must now learn about consequences. Oh, as we talk the Doctor will need to fix those bracers in place. You might feel a little warmth and it might burn a little. There’s no way around it, but do not let it bother you. There’s no permanent damage.” As the man spoke, the Doctor took some kind of hot iron and pushed down on the leather strap at my wrist. I think he was heating some kind of glue of something. All I knew for sure is that it burned. I could feel intense heat through the strap and I was sure it was burning my skin. Tears welled up in my eyes and I started to cry out. Just as I did, the Doctor removed the hot iron and the pain subsided. Again, nobody seemed to care, least of all the man. Everyone just ignored that this man had burned me.

“You see, you have been given over to me and your Master for the next..... little while. During that time you will comply with every instruction that is given to you. You will keep everything about the next weeks completely secret, telling no-one at any time. We pride ourselves on being a highly confidential organisation, you see? If you are a good boy and you please me I will permit you to return to a normal life.” The man stopped and looked down at me and he seemed to have pity in his eyes. After a long pause he said “If you follow my three rules, I will promise personally that you will remain physically unharmed - no permanent damage - and you will once again have the choice to be free. I do not give my word often.”

Master Johns unfolded his arms at that. The man looked over to him, but neither said a word. I got the sense that he was surprised.

The doctor started on my other wrist. I started to pull away, a sort of automatic gesture as I knew what was coming. The man stepped forward very quickly and smacked me across my face again. I really saw stars this time as he got a good angle and I wasn’t expecting it, but I noticed it wasn't as hard as before. The man didn’t say anything. I guess he knew that I understood where I went wrong. The doctor went about his business again while the man remained silent, watching.

The cameraman stepped forward with the smaller video camera. I think he was checking lighting near me, or something. He fiddled with some buttons on his gear while the doctor finished up with my ankles, each time causing a burn which made me grit my teeth and flinch. The doctor backed away, so I could move a bit and look at what he had done. The straps were leather, and they were buckled, but he had fixed a patch over the buckles so that they could not be undone. They would have to be cut off. Each strap had a couple of small metal rings built into it. I could see that the skin just above the ankle straps was a little burned and red, and so was each wrist. They were sore, like my face.

“OK pretty, we need some nice photographs. Get the customers interested. I want you to roll around on the bed for me. Do you know how to be sexy?” The photographer was suddenly right in my face.

I looked back at him. “Er…. I can roll around, sir. I don’t know what you mean by ‘sexy’”? I said, then added another “Sir” just to be sure.

The photographer leered at me. “OK my pretty, just do exactly as I say”.

I spent the next long minutes moving just how the photographer told me. I lay on my front. I pushed my bottom up a bit. I spread my legs out wide. I rolled over. I got on all fours. I curled up in a ball and grabbed my legs. All sorts of poses that made me feel degraded. The photographer seemed pleased, which started to make me feel a little happier again. He turned to the man and said “Great photos. Just great. This one’s good. Real good. Let’s have something a bit more intimate. Something to get those foreign bastards queuing up”.

The man sat back down in his chair and crossed his legs. “Very well. He certainly is an unusually pretty little thing.”

The photographer told me to lay on my back, and to spread my legs out wide. He said I should pull my knees up a bit, my feet flat on the bed. Then he said I should suck my thumb, and put my other hand down inside my underwear.

I hesitated for the briefest moment. I sensed the man and photographer tense up before I quickly did as I was told. I still had sore ankles and wrists, and my face was stinging and it ached. I didn’t want to be hit again.

I was totally humiliated. I was sure that all of the men were leering at me as I posed for the camera, sucking my thumb, my hand playing with my cock and my balls under my underwear. I was doing that for a few minutes and the photographer took many pictures. It was weird, but I felt kind of sexy by the time I had finished. Then I was told to put both hand down there to play play with my cock. He told me to get ready to spit. He told me to roll over, keeping my hands where they were. As I lay on my front, my arms underneath me, he gently gripped the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down a little, just enough to bare my ass for all to see. The photographer whistled in appreciation.

I had no time to think, as the photographer was telling me to push my ass up a little. Then he told me to take my hands and spread my cheeks. I did everything, tears welling up in my eyes as my bottom and my asshole completely on display.

“Now, listen carefully. When I say, I want you to spit into you hand. You rub that spit into your ass crack, ok? You need to make that tight little pink hole of yours wet and sticky. Then I want you to push a finger into your ass. I don’t mind which finger. You’re going to move that finger around, in and out, and you’re going to look like it’s the best thing ever. OK, go now”. The cameraman was getting in close, kneeling on the bed and following my every action.

I did it. I spat, although I don’t know how as my mouth was so dry. I reached back, my ass still sticking out, and used the spit to wet my hole. Slowly, I forced my index finger into my bottom. I had done this before, of course, but not on demand in front of other people. I continued to finger myself until I was told I could stop. It was embarrassing, putting on a show like this for these men and the camera. But it was kinda hot, too.

“Fuck, amazing!” Said the cameraman. “OK, I think we have enough”.

I was in a daze. The doctor was on the bed now, pushing me so that my head was at the top of the bed. He fetched the two pillows from the head of the bed and pushed them underneath my hips. I was left face down with my ass sticking right up in the air, pushed up by the pillows. The doctor started to fix something to the metal loops at my wrists. I realised that he had attached little chains or something, which he was now fixing to the metal bed posts. Within a few minutes my arms were stretched out, tied to the bed. I couldn’t move much now. The spit on my anus was cold in a draught from somewhere but despite the fear and embarrassment that I felt, my balls were tingling and my cock was semi-hard.

“Remove them first” the man said. The doctor came to my waist, and started to pull my underpants down. I struggled a little, but no-one seemed to care or even notice and I couldn’t do much with my hands tied. I was too chicken to kick this man. He stopped pulling them down when he got to my ankles. I was so scared and nervous at what might come next. I was almost naked, my bottom and balls were on display to everyone in the room.

“Please check him” the man said. The doctor ran his hands across my smooth bottom. He cupped my balls, moving them around in his hand before running his hand up my ass crack. He rubbed around my anus, pushing against it. It felt so wrong to be played with down there in front of all these men, but something about it gave me a thrill. The doctor used both hands now. He placed his thumbs at either side of my anus and then tried to pull my anus open! The muscles naturally resisted and tried to pucker up. The doctor tried again a few more times, eventually stopping.

“Your assessment please, doctor” the man said.

“He is healthy. A little physically immature of course. If I didn’t know better it’d say he was what? A young fifteen? He’s a skinny one, not an ounce of fat. But everything is in the right place and he’s youthful and he’s obviously going to be tight. He is young after all. I’d stake my reputation he’s a virgin. I don’t think he has been used in that way yet. I'm surprised, but there are no signs at all of forced entry. I could check internally if……….?”

“No, thank you. That will not be necessary.” He turned directly to me, bringing his head close to mine. “Boy, we don’t need the doctor to check inside, do we? Is he right? Are you a virgin? Do you know what that is?”

I was embarrassed. Of course I knew what a virgin was, but I didn’t want to admit it here. I figured I had little or no choice, so I thought carefully about my words. “I have never had a steady girlfriend, Sir” I said. The man chuckled and someone else in the room laughed out loud.

“Ok, I understand” the man said. “And what about a steady...... boyfriend? Or maybe someone you know has done...... things to you when you were growing up. It’s okay to tell us. We will not tell anybody.” He said. I was mortified! Before I could think I stuttered “n....n....no sir!” but the image of my grandfather watching me shower came to my mind.

He looked surprised, but he chuckled. “Boy, be true to yourself and be honest with me. Do you prefer girls, or boys?”

That took me by surprise. “I...... I......” I stuttered. I paused. I knew I was hesitating and I knew I wasn’t allowed. I suddenly realised that by not answering right away I had shown clearly that I was confused. I panicked and admitted “I don’t really know Sir. But I have never told anyone that! Grandfather doesn't approve of.......that..”

“Grandfather has a lot to answer for, for sure. But no matter. Boy, we’ll help you discover yourself. I think we know already, but we’ll see. And don’t worry, your secret is safe among us here. We certainly won’t be telling your grandfather anything.”

The man paused. He paced the room a few times and appeared to be thinking or something. Everybody looked tense. Finally he said. “No choice now.” And he sat back down. “Please proceed.” He said.

The doctor moved to the items that he had placed on the bed. I couldn’t see what they were now as I couldn’t turn my head enough. I wondered whether I should kick the doctor and stop all this, but I wasn’t sure he was in range and I wasn’t sure I would survive if I did. Sometimes these men seemed horrible, then they seemed nice. It was confusing. As the doctor rustled around with his things, the man spoke again.

“You may be wondering what is happening, so I will explain fully for you. You are aware of the rules and we were getting on to consequences. Of course, you need to know what you are to do for me, too. That is important. “

I lay still, listening intently to the man. What I was to do? What did that mean? Didn’t he say I would not be harmed? Was there a job to do?

“Please pay close attention. I already told you that your grandfather had placed you in my care. He has done this because...... he owes a debt and you are the payment of that debt. While you belong to me, you will be a kind of pleasure slave in my organisation. Do you know what that is?”

“No, sir” I answered. I could barely get my words out. This was all too much! Was that what I thought it was....?

“A pleasure slave is a person who has become a possession, like the situation you find yourself in. The body is used for pleasure by men. Do you see…..?”

I stuttered. I did not see! I was shocked, appalled, and scared shitless! What was that part about being used? I gulped, kind-of said “sir”, and the man continued.

“I see you do not fully comprehend. That is fine, you more naive than I had expected. Let me speak more plainly for you.” He spoke slowly, almost as though he didn't like what he was saying. “I will allow men to use you for sex. They will play with you and touch you. Some will want to play games with you, some will photograph you. Many will place their penis in your mouth and in your bottom. “ I gasped, almost a sob, as I suddenly realised what was happening. These men wanted to let people rape me - and there was nothing I could do. Tears started rolling down my face as I started to cry. I felt so alone.

“There there. Please do not cry. Allow me to explain to you how my organisation works, for you see you have been most fortunate even if you do not understand. My people will ensure that you come to no permanent harm and you will be kept free of disease and illness. We will feed you and look after you better than anyone has in your life. No more chores or school work and if you do as instructed, no more beatings. In our organisation we do not allow our clients to perform the more disgusting acts - I promise you that as long as you are a good boy, you will come to no permanent harm. Yes, some of our customers are a little..... shall we say rough around the edges? But no permanent harm. You understand that?”

I sobbed out a “Yes, sir”.

“Good, good. It is true that you will be instructed to do things that you might not like or that make you uncomfortable. I must be honest about that. I am sure that things will be done to you that you would rather were not done. But you will survive. You may even enjoy these things if you listen to your instructions. However, you must also be aware of consequences of being naughty. You see, it is natural for a young boy like you to hesitate when instructed to do certain things you do not like. You might even pluck up enough courage to refuse an instruction! “ He said this last part in a mocking voice, almost joking. Maybe it was a reference to earlier when I almost refused to get undressed. The other men all laughed on cue.

“So, if you break a rule, I will be forced to take back my promise to keep you free of harm and you will be punished severely. To begin with you will be beaten and shocked. This is very unpleasant, but it means that you can still be used as a thing of pleasure. Any further transgression will be dealt with more harshly than the last. You will also be forced to do the thing you refused many times over until you learn your lesson. Is that clear to you?”

I mumbled “yes, sir”, my crying spent. There was nothing I could do. I was tied down. I felt empty. I just had to focus on getting through this. My whole body was cold.

“Please be warned, however. Should you expose my organisation by telling anyone else - anyone else at all - about these things, or should you harm one of the men…. For example, if you were to bite somebody….. well, then the consequences will be far worse than being beaten. Our clients are paying a lot of money for our services. A very pretty boy like you will attract only the most wealthy and powerful clients, although you might not know that to look at them.”

“I shall tell you, there was once a boy who looked a little like you. He was soft and pretty and he looked so young. Many men thought he was barely even a teenager. He very much disliked sucking on a man’s penis after the man had finished in his bottom. His master informed the boy that it was his duty to clean the penis of any man that had been inside him and that nothing about it would cause the boy harm. He refused and was beaten harshly and had many bruises as a result. He then bit the penis of the next man to use him. Terrible! There was no choice then. He had disobeyed and made his Master angry. He was tied down - much like you are now - in an old factory on the edge of town. A brute of a man used a sledgehammer to break his arms and his legs. His screams and cries echoed around that big old factory. It was so terrifying to hear. “ the man seemed lost in thought for a minute. He leaned forward and rubbed his shin. “Eventually he passed out from the pain and the ordeal. Men took him in a small boat far out to sea. I am certain they used him roughly in that journey, yes even with broken bones. I know that he was alive when them threw him over the edge of the boat into the sea. Certainly he could not swim back. Even for a fit person it would have been too far. For him, with so much pain, with broken bones…….? He would have sunk beneath the waves quite quickly I am sure. Do you see, there is no path for you but complete obedience? No matter what is asked of you, no matter how much you dislike these things? And remember, it is not forever! No time at all in a whole lifetime. Do you see?”

“Yes I see, sir” I answered quickly and clearly. This was not the time to anger this man.

“Good, but I like demonstrations as I believe they make the point so much better than words. Doctor, if you please?”

The doctor came to my feet. He pulled off my underwear and strapped one leg to the bed post, and then spread my other leg out wide and strapped it to the other. I was now completely spread-eagle on the bed with my ass on full display, naked. The doctor climbed back onto the bed, and kneeled on the back of my legs. It hurt, but I was determined not to move or speak. I bit my lip and tried to bear his weight on the back of my thighs.

I heard some noises behind me. There were some clicking sounds, and then a crackle. There was a pause, and suddenly the most incredible pain shot through my side. My head spun and I thought that maybe I would pass out. I thought I had been stabbed. Then the pain was gone, replaced with a hot burning sensation in the skin on my side, and muscles spasms that hurt me. Tears were again rolling down my face and into the mattress and my nose was running.

“That was a shock device. It gives an electric shock. We use that when we beat a boy for misbehaviour. It was on the lowest setting, and was only on your skin for one second, maybe not even that. Would you wish to try a higher setting, or maybe seeing if you like it on your skin for two seconds?”

“No, sir, no….. please sir…..” I was breathing heavily and struggling now - for god’s sake, please don’t do that again! “I will behave and be a good boy, sir, I promise I will!”. I started crying again. Any fight that was left in me was gone. The pain was so bad. I couldn't take that again.

“Excellent. Then we will finish here. No more pain. Good. Doctor, please make him ready.”

The doctor smeared something on the burn on my side and it instantly felt much better. Before I could react, he was also smearing something wet and slimy on my anus. I felt a very thin object - I didn’t know at the time, but it was a syringe of lube - push into my ass. There was a squelching noise, and the object was removed. The doctor collected his things and went to stand by the seated man.

I heard and felt the other man come forward. The man they had called my “partner”. I could hear him unbuckle his belt, and I heard his pants fall to the ground. He got up on the bed and grabbed my ass cheek. He squeezed it and pulled it. He placed his thumb on my naked anus and pushed. The lube allowed him to slowly force his big, rough thumb inside me. It started uncomfortable, but bearable. As he moved his thumb around, still gripping my buttock, it started to feel nice and I found myself pushing my ass back onto his thumb. He moved around the wall of my anus, gently pulling me open. He grabbed my other cheek, and with his other thumb he rubbed around my hole, firmly but gently caressing and moving the gel around. Then he applied pressure and I could feel his second thumb pushing into my ass. I cried out - both thumbs were too much and they stretched me until it stung down there. As usual, nobody seemed to care at all and within a few seconds both of the man’s thumbs were inside me. It hurt a little, my anus being stretched more than I had ever stretched it myself. He kind of wiggled his thumbs around, rubbing them around the edge of my hole. The pain started to subside as I relaxed and got used to him, and I was left with an oddly nice sensation in my balls. He gradually pulled his thumbs apart, really stretching my anus open. He did this longwise and widthways. I cried a little as it was painful each time he pulled. I tried to clench my cheeks to keep him out and that hurt even more. As I relaxed a little, it became easier and bearable. The more I relaxed, the more he was able to pull me open, so I went through a cycle of pain, relax, more pain, relax.

The man eventually withdrew his thumbs having stretched out my anal muscles, leaving me gaping. It felt great as they slid out - I wasn’t expecting that and it left me curious as to what might come next. He learned forward, right over me, and spoken quietly into my ear. “It is up to you, but when something is pushed into you down there it is better if you relax, and push back. Push like you are doing a shit. You must learn how your muscles work and then it will feel good. You will like it. If you clench, it will always hurt. I do not stop if it hurts.”

I nodded and he moved back behind me. I could feel the wetness of the lube beginning to drip down my ass to my balls. It kind of tickled. My anus felt warm and sensitive where the doctor and then the partner had pushed and prodded me. The feeling was starting to make me hard again. I was so confused.

“No more play. Just do it. “ said the man.

The doctor spoke: “Sir, with the boy being a virgin.... not having been taken before..... It might go easier if we use the usual techniques to stretch him out a little bit more first? I have placed items on the bed for that purpose”.

“No. I am tired and have somewhere else to be. I wish to see this business done. He will learn quickly this way. As will we.“

I listened and wondered what it all meant. What else was going to happen? I guess I knew but I did let want to admit it to myself. I didn’t have long to wait. The partner shuffled into position behind me. He grabbed my cheeks and pulled them roughly apart. “I will fuck into you now” he declared. I froze. He would fuck me now ?? But I wasn’t ready!

The man leaned forward, almost laying on top of me. His positioned the head of his hard penis between my bottom cheeks and pushed. The first few thrusts were just him rubbing his cock between my cheeks, warming up I guess as well as lubricating himself. Then he changed position slightly and he found my hole and pushed hard. I opened my mouth wide to scream, but nothing came out as the man pushed down on me with his whole body and it crushed me and took my breath away.

The man’s cock had started to push into me! I couldn't believe it was happening. I had thought about being fucked before, of course, but now it was real. It had hurt, that first time. I wasn’t ready for it. What did the man say I needed to do....? My heart was racing.

The man pulled back and the pain stopped. He rubbed me there again, pressing his thumb in and out. Everything felt better. I remembered what the man had said in my ear and I got ready for what I knew was coming.

The man leaned forward again. He placed the head of his cock on my anus and this time he pushed forward slowly. I could feel every tiny movement as he gradually pushed into me. I tried so hard to relax. I arched my back and I pushed as if I had to go. The man’s head was half way in and stretching me wide, but he pulled back again. He lined up one more time and thrust forward. Suddenly something gave and the cock head kinda popped fully inside me. Once the head was in the stinging sensation was less and there was less uncomfortable pushing. My ring closed right around his shaft. He stayed still for a full minute allowing me to get used to having something in my ass. I tried to find the right muscles to relax so that everything felt ok. It was hard as I hadn't done this before, but eventually I felt like it was all okay. I think the man felt me relax as he began to push forward into me, filling me up inside.

“Good. Now, fuck him. Finish inside”. Said the man.

My partner started slowly, pulling back almost all the way out, then pushing forward. I could feel it and hear the slight squelch sounds of the lube. It was stretching me to breaking point but I was getting used to controlling my muscles to make it easier on myself. The partner started very slowly, then gradually picked up pace, thrusting into me until I could feel that he was all the way in. When fully inside it was uncomfortable as I could feel his penis pushing my insides around to accommodate him. I was hot and sweating from the effort of trying to control my muscles, from pushing back, from embarrassment.... from everything.

After a few minutes the stinging and and pain sort of faded away and I was left with some new sensations. I felt full up inside when he was pushed all the way in, and when he moved it sent waves of pleasure through me, especially as he pulled out. It was making me tingle. I had almost forgotten the other people around me and I had to admit that I enjoyed being held down and fucked. Then things sped up and i started to loose control of my muscles. I wasn't experienced and I wasn't ready. Deeper and faster thrusts caused me some pain and discomfort but there was no stopping him. Sometimes I felt like I almost had a rhythm and was okay, and then I lost it. If he would just stop and let me get my breath back I could handle it, but he was only speeding up.

He got faster and faster, and I cried out now with every deep thrust. As the seconds passed, my cries became just breath being forced out of my lungs by my partner’s hard cock. The cameraman was everywhere, shoving the lens in my face and then going back behind me presumably to get a closeup of a big penis being shoved relentlessly into me over and over. I got the occasional stage direction to pushback, arch my back, look into the camera..... that sort of thing. I don’t think I did any of those things, but the cameraman did not seem to care. I was just trying to get through this experience.

Then the man slowed. His thrusts became longer and deeper. I pushed back into him a little, feeling oddly pleasant sensations with this slower thrusting. Finally he shot forward deep inside me. He grunted and I could feel hot cum being pumped far up inside me. A few more thrusts and it was over. He pulled back and took his cock out of me. My anus seemed to stay open wide for too long before it started to wink closed. It was still so stretched and loose though, and I could already feel juices running out of me and down my scrotum.

I was sweating heavily, panting to catch my breath. It took me a few minutes to get my head back into the real world. I realised that my own cock was hard. I was shocked at that and I felt betrayed that any part of me had outwardly liked what just happened. As I lay there, I realised that although my ass hurt, it also felt good in a way I had never experienced before.

“Please finish as you would normally” said the man. I thought he had already finished, so I really had no idea what would happen next. My partner walked around the bed and got back on in front of my head. He lifted my chin up and kinda scooched forward. I could see and smell his cock, now only half hard after having shot his cum into my insides. It was mostly clean, but I could see a few smears of lube and other juices from fucking my ass. He pushed it toward me and I realised I was supposed to suck him, to clean him off.

I almost gagged, but the thought of the other boy having his arms and legs broken was too fresh in my mind. I took him in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. I could taste the chemical taste of the lube and an earthy taste mixed with the saltiness of the partner’s sweat and cum. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In fact I was ashamed that I quite liked it. He got hard again quickly with me swirling my tongue around his thick head as he thrust his cock into my mouth. I experimented with my tongue, trying to kinda tickle him under his cock head. He moved a little closer, which I couldn’t stop as I was still tied down. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I tried to gag. I couldn’t though, as he wouldn’t stop - he just kept pushing.

“Breath through your nose and relax” the man said, softly. “Try to open your throat for me from the back. It helps to think of something else.” I took his advice, and tried to open my mouth wider to take all of the penis. I tried to relax. Suddenly this hard cock was in my throat! I tried so hard to focus on breathing, as the whole cock was in my mouth and rubbing inside my throat. Two thrusts, then three, and then suddenly he came again shooting salty cum straight down my throat. I couldn’t even taste it because he shot it so far down my throat. He went limp almost immediately and pulled out, making me gag a bit as he did so. His cock trailing cum and long strands of saliva which dribbled down my chin.

I coughed, tasting thick salty liquid now. I felt used and abused, with tears streaming from my eyes.

The man - my “partner” - moved off the bed and stepped away, getting dressed again immediately. The cameraman circled around me like a hawk, zooming in on my face, moving back behind me I assume to capture shots of cum leaking from my ass. He took his time as I lay there, still shackled and unable to move much.

After a few more minutes my hole was somewhere between sore and hot, but I had to admit that I was no longer in any real pain anywhere and the warmth in that area was kinda nice. I could not say I had enjoyed being fucked senseless. It was a not the “first time” I would have wished for, but I took some comfort in the knowledge that I was alive and I was mostly ok. Even the burn on my side seemed to feel a bit better since the doctor had applied that ointment. In fact, the most painful part of my body was the irritating burns on my wrists and ankles where the restraints had been sealed on. That, and my face which was still sore, serving as a lesson to mind the three rules. I was just so ashamed that I had enjoyed parts of it and that my cock was leaking precum everywhere. What the hell was happening to me?

The man stood and clapped his hands together. “Bravo!” He said, a broad smile on his thin face. “That was quite exceptional. I believe that you will be unusually popular, young man. We usually find that first times are filled with a little more....... angst, shall we say? You did well.”

I had a few minutes to think about that comment as everyone started to pack up. Did the man basically just say that I had been an easy rape? Should I have fought more? Did they notice that I sometimes pushed my little ass out for more? Did I want this? I was confused and the more I thought about it, about being fucked on camera in front of these men, the harder I got. I tried to think about something else. I felt like such a slut.

The man said “Report please?”

The partner replied “Never had one so tight. Not just the hole either. You can call me back for a reshoot any time!” And he laughed.

There was some hushed talk as everyone filed out of the room and said their goodbyes to Master Johns. Finally, we were the only two left in the room, him standing out of sight behind me, me tied down to the bed.

“You did well there. Not too many tears, and you took cock well enough for a beginner, especially a virgin boy. I will enjoy teaching you what you need to know.” He said, as he moved around the bed unchaining my wrists and ankles from the bedpost. “These will remain in place at all times” he pointed to the leather cuffs. “They show any rival organisation that you are already owned and it makes it easy for us when we want to restrain you. And for clients, too. If you need to be restrained that is.“

He helped me to roll off the pillows and sit up. As I moved I could still feel my anus leaking and smearing cum, used lube and other juices over the bed sheets. For some reason I found this really embarrassing and I flushed bright red.

Master Johns chuckled. “No need to be embarrassed. People will replace the sheets. I have seen worse, especially as you were not prepared beforehand. You were quite clean. And at least there’s no blood. That’s a good thing”. I was horrified at that comment. Was there sometimes blood.....?

As I moved my lower abdomen started to ache a little. I guess it was as a result of having a hard cock shoved into my insides and it having pushed my guts around. I rubbed my stomach and waited, sitting on the bed, for instruction.

“The soreness in your ass will go away. If you have a slight stomach ache, that will go too. I have some stuff here that you will use to help with any pain. The doctor left special ointment. Also use it for the burn on your side and for your wrists and ankles. You can apply that yourself. Try to remember that pain in your side as it will help focus your mind on your role. It will make you less inclined to resist your instructions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master”.

“Good. You will need to get cleaned up. Then we will speak. I will instruct you about what to eat, when to eat. We need to talk about your bowel movements and what you might need to do to clean your insides out before a client takes you. We will also talk about some terms that people will use. You will need to know what you are being asked to do and I expect, from what I have seen, that you currently have no idea!”

I looked at him and just said “Yes Master”.

“Good”. He had obviously said everything he needed to say, but he wasn’t yet ready to take his eyes away. He looked at me from head to toe, obviously enjoying the sight of my body. “You are one of the best I have seen” he said at last. “If not THE best. Not much hair. I like that. Do you shave?”

“No, master” I said. I didn’t. I had no need. I didn’t know whether he meant my private parts or my face, but it was all the same. I had a small growth of public hair but my balls were almost hair-free, and my ass and legs had almost no hairs either. I used to worry about whether I would ever gets any whiskers on my face. I was still completely smooth there.

Master Johns stepped forward and ran his hand from my ankle to the top of my thigh, a slow, soft movement. He ran his hand across my penis, his fingers playing with my pubes. He moved his hand up my body and as he got to my chest he pushed me so that I lay back. “Lift you knees up a bit” he said softly as he ran his hand back down to my cock.

“Yes master” I responded, almost automatically already. My heart was racing. Surely this man wasn’t going to rape me too, while I still had the last guy’s cum leaking from my behind?

He spent several long minutes playing with my cock and my scrotum, making me hard. He alternated between masturbating me and running his hand around my private parts. My cock started to twitch and I was suddenly desperate to cum. The man stopped, his hand on my thigh.

“Something you should know. It is not appropriate for you to cum unless you are told to.” He said this casually as he reached out his middle finger and inserted it into my ass.

I was surprised again. I wasn’t sure I could cum on command, but I said “yes master” nonetheless. The ache in my face was a constant reminder to follow the rules.

The man inserted another finger and spent a few minutes fingering my anus. It was already well lubed and didn’t feel so tight after my fucking. He just seemed to like shoving his fingers in and rooting around. It wasn’t a quick finger fucking, more of a slow, delicate and sensual process. It felt good, I had to admit. I closed my eyes.

Eventually he pulled his fingers free. “Come here, on your front” he grunted, sex making his voice deep and raw. I obeyed, changing positions to lay face down on the bed, my head now towards the Master.

He wiped his fingers across my face, across my lips. “Look up at me” he instructed. He pushed his fingers into my mouth, feeling around my teeth and my tongue. The taste was salty and still a little bit chemical from the lube. I had to not think about where his fingers had been, though, or I might have gagged. Instinct took over and I sucked his fingers. I knew that was what he wanted. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

“Fuck it” he said, taking his fingers out of my mouth. For a second I wasn’t sure what was happening but he moved quickly to unfasten his trousers and he let them fall around his ankles. He dropped his underwear too, his thick, veiny cock standing to attention already. He jammed it into my mouth and issued his command “suck”.

I obeyed. Inside I was horrified. I thought I had finished and could go and get cleaned up, but it seemed my Master had other ideas. This cock was bigger, too, than my partner of earlier. He had a thick shaft and it was longer, too. As I sucked, he thrust further and further into my mouth. Eventually he was hitting the back of my throat and I was choking and gagging. I had forgotten what the other guy had said and I was losing control.

Master seemed to take pity on me, or at least he got a hold on himself. He pulled back out a little, giving me a chance to recover. I got to work sucking and licking, hoping to satisfy Master before he had the chance to thrust forward again. I was hoping he would pull out and cum somewhere else. Even on my face would be better than in my mouth. But no. I could feel him get harder and I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot load after load down my throat. I coughed and choked, unable to swallow it all, spitting some of it out down the side of the bed.

Master Johns laughed. “We’ll have to practice that later.” He said. “You suck very well, but your deep throat needs work and I can’t have you spitting up cum all over clients. You’ll need to learn to swallow every single drop”. He reached over me and slapped my bare ass hard. “Now, use the shower here while I have the cleaners change this bedding. This will be your room now. You will not leave this floor without my instruction“

‘Yes, master”. I said. At least I had a room upgrade!

Master Johns left the room, leaving the door open. I wiped my mouth and after I could hear him on the second flight of stairs, I spat on the bed to get the last remnants of goo from my mouth. I slowly got up, my legs shaking and my arms feeling weak. I walked to the little shower room and turned on the hot water, closing the door behind me. As the shower ran I sat on the toilet. I suddenly had the urge to go and I evacuated the cum, lube, and whatever else was inside me. Now my anus was sore and wiping was uncomfortable and I was feeling miserable. I got in the shower and stood under the hot stream of water, letting it soothe me. I stood there almost until the water was cold, in a daze. I cleaned myself, and got out to find plenty of new towels on the stand by the door. I hadn’t noticed them earlier. I wrapped myself up, left the shower room and walked back into the bedroom.

The sheets had already been changed. Any sign of the earlier adventures in here were gone. The lock had been removed from the door, too. I looked around and noticed that my old clothes were also gone, so I dried off, wrapped myself in a large clean dry towel, and sat in the middle of the bed.

I sat on the bed for a long time, playing the day over in my mind and wondering what was to come. I eventually got up to explore the room to find only the armchair and a very small dresser over by the door. Other than that, it had a large window in the pitched roof, white walls, and an old, threadbare carpet. On the dresser were two small bottles, one plastic with no label, and one glass bottle with a small post-it note stuck to it, on which was written “use on wrists, ankles, side and if necessary on your bottom”.

I applied some of the ointment to my side where I had a red, angry looking mark about the size of a coin. Fortunately it wasn’t very sore. I did the best I could with my ankles and wrists, letting some of the ointment drip down under the restraints and then pushing my finger down to rub it into my skin as much as I could. I decided I might as well use a little on my anus, too, as it was a little bit sore now. I put the bottle back on the side, wrapped the towel around me again, and lay down on the bed. Within a minutes I was asleep, exhausted. I dreamed of large muscular men stripping me naked and touching me. It wasn’t a terrible dream.

* * * * *

I woke to find some food left on a tray on the edge of the bed. I assumed it was for me and I ate it hungrily. It wasn’t much but it was better than I was used to. There was a large envelope under the tray with another post-it note attached. It said “study these”. The envelope was full of porn. People of just about every age fucking, sucking and doing just about everything to each other. All men and boys. I looked through the stack of magazines and photos partly appalled at some of the things on display and the apparent age of some of the boys being fucked, and partly turned on. I had never seen anything like this before. I wanted to touch myself, but I was too scared that I would get caught and I didn’t know whether I was allowed.

As I was flicking through the pages, Master Johns came up the stairs. Two men in overalls were following him struggling to carry a large TV on a stand on wheels. They placed it in the room and plugged it in. Master Johns gave them some money, but one of them tipped his head towards me.

“You can’t afford it” Master said. “Not by a long ways”.

“Awe c’mon!” The man said. “He’s a real cutie, ain’t he?”

Master Johns looked over at me sitting on the bed. He seems to be thinking for a few seconds before finally saying to me “give me the towel”. He turned to the men and said “you can have a look,”.

I shuddered. I didn’t feel ready for more of this, but my aches and pains were too fresh in my mind to think about disobeying. I unwrapped the towel and handed it to him. “Yes master” I said, dutifully. I was suddenly very shy.

“There, boys. You can look, but you cannot touch. He’s slated for better.” The men seemed cross at being teased, and I felt instant relief that he wasn't going to let them rape me.

“Boy” the Master said. “On all fours please, facing away.” I complied. I knew they wanted to look at my naked bottom. “Reach back and touch yourself”. I complied again, reaching back between my legs with one hand and running my fingers around my hole. “Now lay down”.

I was feeling nervous and shy and my face was bright red with embarrassment, but I did as I was told. Master gave me a series of instructions. “Spread your legs. Push your bottom up. Turn your ankles out. Touch your cock. Suck your thumb.” And then he laughed.

“These nice gentleman have brought you a TV to watch. The least you can do is show your appreciation. What do you say to them?” I sat up.

“Thank you, sir” I said. “And thank you, sir”.

One of the men grabbed his obviously hard cock. “Jesus” he said in a low voice. “That’s the full fucking package right there. Cute, sexy, polite. I bet you’d have to be fucking loaded to stick your cock in that!” Master Johns agreed and ushered them out of the bedroom. I could hear them complaining about how rich people got “all the good stuff” as they walked down the flight of stairs.

I was kind of elated when Master had mentioned the TV, something I never had or got to watch. Of course, I was embarrassed and shy at being naked in front of these strangers and I know my face had flushed red, but after what I had been through today I reckoned I could shake my ass for the promise of some TV. It had to be better than having these two hold me down and...... I couldn't even think about it.

Master Johns returned to the bedroom. He looked at me and laughed again. “Very good.” He said with a smile. “It seems you know how to be a filthy little whore when you need to be. You follow instructions well. So far you have pleased me today. There might be consequences for poor behaviour but there are rewards for doing as instructed.” He looked me over again, a hungry look in his eyes. “You remind me so much of....... never mind. The TV is yours. Make sure you spend at least an hour looking at the last two channels before this evening. The rest of the time is yours. I see you have eaten - good. I will be back later and we’ll continue your education. See how good you really are.”

“Yes, master” I said, a little self conscious.

I got up, switched on the TV, and starting working my way through the channels. There were quite a few including some movies which was awesome. I finally made my way to the last two channels to find more hardcore porn. These must have been private channels, because there was no way this stuff was available on cable! It was the same stuff as the magazines, just in video format. Some of it was pretty hard to watch and one of the short movies scared the shit out of me as it involved a boy being tied down and “punished”. The boy looked really young, and he was slapped, whipped until he bled, covered in hot candle wax and then fucked in his ass by a large group of hairy fat men. The boy cried throughout.

I watched the porn for an hour as instructed before settling down to watch movies. I don’t know how long I was there lying on the bed, wrapped in my towel as I had nothing else, watching TV and forgetting about my situation. However long it was, I was abruptly brought back to real life by Master Johns appearing at the door.

He walked to the TV, fiddled with something behind the screen, took the remote and changed the channel. I was shocked to see myself on the screen, just as I started to undress earlier.

“Watch this through. I want you to know what you look like on camera. You need to think about the porn you have looked at today while you watch this. When you are being photographed or filmed, or when you are with a client, I want you to learn how to move your body and make sure the good stuff is on show”. He wasn’t clear about what he meant by the “good stuff”, but I assumed he meant my private parts and the ‘action shots’.

“Yes, master”. I said.

I watched the whole thing, horribly embarrassed and almost in tears in places. I had put some of the worst of this out of my mind almost immediately that it happened. Watching me, tears streaming down my face as I was fucked or as my partner’s cock was forced down my throat was hard going. Seeing my own anus stretched and toyed with was weird. Once again I felt shame that I found any of this a little bit sexy. I guess I did have a cute little ass!

“What did you think of your first home movie?” Master said.

I really didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t want to lie, so I was as honest as I could be. “It was.....hard to watch, Master” I said. “I liked some parts, but some were...... embarrassing and...... a bit upsetting Master”. Master nodded, but he didn’t respond.

He sat down on the bed beside me. “We’re going to do two things tonight. First, we’ll cover some ass play. I have some toys here and I might fuck you, too”. I kind of whimpered at that - I know I had been told I would be fucked, but I hoped it wouldn’t be right away. Master looked me in the eye and said “We’ll work on that, too. There are times to be demure, times to be a slut. I will tell you what I want, and when, and you will not deviate. Learn to control yourself”.

I had a lump in my throat and I just couldn’t speak for fear of bursting into tears. I nodded, my bottom lip wobbling. Fortunately Master seemed to think that was enough. He continued “We will also work on your deep throat and how to handle cum. It would be less irritating for me if you would try hard for me. Listen to instruction and think about what you are being instructed to do. I have had a long day and I do not want to have to beat you if it can be helped.”

I regained some of my composure and nodded, said “yes Master, I will try” very quietly.
“Good. Do I need to restrain you?” He seemed to be genuinely asking me. “I would prefer not to, but if you feel you might need some help staying still for me I will have no choice” Did I have to be tied down so that I could be fucked? I figured I could stay in one place without those horrible chains.

“Er.... no, master” I said. “I will be a good boy for you, Master”. I looked at the floor.

“Good. Be warned though. I can have you chained down in less than a minute and if I have to do that after you told me otherwise, I would have to punish you. Now, lay that towel on the bed and fetch my that bottle from the stand over there. Not the medicine, the other one”.

I complied, laying the towel on the bed and grabbing the plastic bottle. I was still a little shy about being nude in front of this man, but I had no choice. I decided I would just try to get on with it. My face was still sore from earlier. And at least it was just one guy.

“Hand” Master said, so I held out my hand. He squeezed the bottle into my hands. It was thick lube.

“Notice the amount. Now, I want you to rub that into your ass crack. Try to push some of the lube into your passage. Your ring should be covered and the rest should go up inside. I don’t want your cheeks smeared with lube. Try it.”

It was an easy process. I took the glob of lube onto two fingers and pushed them up my ass as I stood there in front of my Master. Most of the lube went up into my back passage with my fingers, leaving a bit smeared on my anus. I pulled my fingers out and wiped them on my leg. My hole was still a bit sore and the lube seemed to irritate it a little before the sensation faded away.

Master smiled a little. “In future, if you need to wipe use the towel or suck any mess off. Do not use your leg. Customers don’t want lube smeared everywhere. They want to keep mess to a minimum. Right?”

“Yes, master.” I said.

“Good. Bend over my knee please.” He pulled me and put me over his knees, my head down near the carpet and my ass sticking up toward the Master. The position I was in kept my cheeks open, my little pink hole on display. Master Johns ran two fingers over my buttocks and around my anus, checking for lube. He made some little noises as he touched me that made me think he was pleased.

“Good. If you can do it like that every time you will have done well. Now tell me, how sore are you here” he said, placing a finger on my anus.

“Er.... only a little bit sore. It’s not too bad. The lube was a bit irritating, Master” I said. It wasn’t very clear and concise but I wasn’t expecting to be asked a question.

“Hmmm it doesn’t look bad. You will sometimes be sore, it’s inevitable. Make sure you use the medicine and if you run out, tell me. It is important that you are fucked regularly at first so that you get more resistant. That is the best medicine. You have to get used to it. If there is any blood at any time, you must tell me. Yes?”

“Yes master” I said.

“How does this feel?” He asked, as he jabbed two fingers deep into my ass. He held them there waiting for me to answer, knuckle deep inside me.

“Er......” I spluttered, arching my back slightly. How does this feel.....? What was I supposed to say. I didn’t know how to answer.

“I mean, is it very sore, or are you alright?”

“Er...... thank you master” I said, kind of guessing what I should say here. To be honest it stung when he pushed his fingers in, but it was ok now he was just holding them inside me. “It’s ok, Master” I said.

“Excellent. You learn quickly. I like that. Keep learning quickly and you will do well.” He said.

He gradually moved his fingers around, opening his two fingers and stretching my anal muscles. He was pushing his fingers backwards and forwards as he did so. At times it felt sore, but it mostly felt kind of ok. “Good. Relax your muscles. I can’t tell you how to do that. Concentrate and as I push into you, work out how to relax your muscles so that you open up. You were told earlier to push out like when you go to the toilet?”

“Yes, master, I was” I replied.

“That’s a good place to start. Your job is to control your body so that anything being pushed inside you can go in easily. That’s best for clients but it’s also best for you. I’d like you to learn how to contract your muscles so that you grip on anything coming out of you. Customers like that. Understood?”

“Yes master. I will try master. “

“Good. Very good. You need to understand however, if you do not make the effort and you do not control your muscles in this way, you will be hurt. Anal sex that way is painful and can be damaging. No-one will care, and they will not stop. Again, this is for you as well as for the customers”.

“I understand master”.

“Good.” He said. He reached down into a bag that I hadn’t even noticed he had brought in with him. I couldn’t see what he picked out, but I felt the tip of something being rubbed around my anus. I guessed it was some kind of vibrator.

“Now, practice.” He instructed. Before I could react, he was pushing a rubber cock into me. It was a little smaller than a real penis, but still much bigger than a finger or two. I yelped as he dug it into me.

“Lesson two is, you must be ready at all times.” He chuckled as he withdrew the dildo. You must remember that most customers will simply take you when they want. They will not wait to warm you up. These are not your lovers - they want to fuck someone they could not otherwise obtain, to cum, and to leave. Now, again.....”. He pushed the rubber cock down again into my open ass. This time I was ready, pushing up to meet it. It still hurt going in, but it was bearable. As soon as it was inside me, I could handle the discomfort. Master didn’t stop pushing, shoving the whole thing inside me up to where his fingers gripped the base. I felt every inch of it sliding inside me, filling me up as I pushed back.

“That’s good. Much better. Now, as I pull out I want you to grip”. He started to pull the dildo out, and this time I did all I could to grip the shaft with my muscles. Finally the dildo was out, the last couple of inches being a little more painful as I was trying to hold onto it.

“Not bad, but you’re gripping too much with your buttocks. You must keep you buttocks spread open, and grip inside. Try again” he said, As he pushed down once more. The rubber went in easier this time, partly as I was more stretched out and partly because I was getting the hang of allowing it inside me. As Master’s fingers reached my anus, I knew he would pull back again. This time I focused on keeping my bottom pointed up so that I would stay spread, and tried to find the right muscles to grip the rubber. About half way through Master pulling it out, I thought I had got it. I was surprised that it was starting to feel nice.

“Much better. That went in easier and was harder to pull out. Again”. We repeated this over and over maybe ten or twelve times, the dildo being pushed down so that it broke through my anus and then being pulled back. I tried so hard to learn how to adjust my muscles each time, focusing on allowing easy access on the way in, and gripping on the way out. Eventually Master Johns seemed relatively happy with my progress.

“Yes, good. You might have been a virgin boy this morning, but we’ll have you whoring like a good boy in no time!” He said. “Get up, face away from me and bend over the bed” he said. I did as I was told, even though I was stiff from being over his knee so so long. I bent over the bed, my chest on the mattress and my feet planted on the old carpet.

“Good. Now, reach back and pull you cheeks apart for me. You’re a skinny little thing, so it’s not exactly necessary, but clients like it. They do this to get the best view of your anus. In your case, your anus is on display as soon as you bend over. Be aware of that. Now, turn your heels out too”. I did as instructed, reach back with both hands so I could grab my buttocks and spread them apart. “Good, that really helps show off your bottom. Some people say it helps to stand like that if you’re taking a cock.” He spent a few minutes looking, inspecting me as if I was a prize bull or something.

“The only way I’m really going to know if you have learned some control over your muscles is to put my cock into you.” He said casually. “I’m bigger than your first partner so you are going to have to try very hard or this will hurt”. I was immediately very nervous but I was determined to try my best. I wanted approval but more than that I didn’t want to be hit any more today.

He moved himself into place behind me, both his hands on my hips. He lined up his cock, now rock hard, with my anus and immediately began to push.

Master Johns hard penis was much large than the dildo. I concentrated real hard on relaxing and pushing back, trying to let him in. It felt as though it would never fit, and that he would tear through my anus and rip me apart. He just kept pushing against me, knowing that eventually something would give whether it hurt me or not. I wiggled my hips a little trying to get him lined up better. I was breathing heavily and starting to sweat.

Master Johns caressed me with one hand. “Take long deep breaths. I will go slowly.” he said. I did and suddenly I managed to find just the right way to relax in just the right position and the cock started to burry itself inside me. The walls of my anus parted, helped by the lube, and he was pushing up inside me. There was a stinging pain and I wondered whether my hole could take all this abuse without tearing. The head popped through my ring and all at once he was fully inside, pushed right up to his balls. I could feel his pubic hair on my buttocks and around my hole. I was dripping with sweat from the effort. It had taken so long to go in, and then no time at all to be buried deep in my guts. Despite the soreness of my ass and the pain of this big rock of a cock invading me, I felt proud to have taken him. Every second he was inside me it felt better.

He remained still, thankfully allowing me to adjust. It was no longer painful, but it wasn’t totally comfortable either as I hadn’t adjusted properly yet. I felt incredibly full. I closed my eyes and focussed on my muscles back there, trying to relax and breathe and to accept this invader in my ass. It took several seconds before I started to feel good about it. After maybe a minute - although it felt like ten minutes! - I started to enjoy this big hard cock inside me. I adjusted my position a bit, moving my hips and bottom to really feel this thing inside me, so different from a toy. I reached a bit further back, running my fingers around my anus and feeling where my Master’s flesh was buried. It was fascinating to feel this big shaft disappear inside me, so much bigger than any toy I had used. Master seemed to like me feeling around. “Yes, explore” he said. “Learn about your body.” He waited for me, holding his cock inside me. I finished and moved my hands back to the bed.

“Good. I am big. You did that quite well. Now....” he said, as he began to pull out. By now I really felt more in control back there and I bore down and gripped him as he slowly withdrew. I knew it was working. He slowed even further and he even grunted at one point. Despite the embarrassment, the fact that I never asked for any of this, that I was being trained as a whore who would be raped on demand, I felt kinda proud that I was able to take this guy and that I had a little control over my pain and his pleasure. I wasn’t ready to fully admit it to myself, but a part of me was beginning to enjoy this unusual sexual awakening.

He slid all the way out, then drove forward again. He did this several times more and by the fourth time of ploughing forward I was starting to think that I wanted him. Finally and very slowly he pulled out and I could feel as he pulled away leaving my ass spread, my hole fully gaping open. I concentrated hard on just keeping my muscles where they were, because it felt good at this moment. Then I could not hold it any more and my muscles spasmed and my ring began to wink closed again.

The Master stroked my buttock, ran his thumb over my hole a few times. “Excellent. Really excellent. I appreciate that you have listened and you tried hard there. I’m going to leave it there for tonight. Your entrance is tight, but you have an incredibly tight passage that matches your slim build and little boy looks. Clients will enjoy you. Now get into bed. I’ll be along in a few minutes. “ he said.

He paused at the door. “One thing boy” he said. I looked back over my shoulder at him. “Be honest with me. Were you starting to enjoy that”. His eyes were locked on mine. They did not appear stern any more. I thought about lying, but for some reason I couldn’t. I could not speak either. It felt like admitting my most terrible secret. After a few seconds I just nodded once, slowly.

Master Johns hurried downstairs leaving me sprawling on the bed without a response. I was surprised he hadn’t finished and thought he must have the self-control of a superhero. I was equally surprised that I found myself disappointed. I had wanted him, at the end there, to properly fuck me. Just him and me. I was ready for it. It was so close to one of my fantasies, the sort of fantasy that I would never have acted upon but now I was being forced to live it. I shook my head. It had been a long day and I was tired again. I quickly used the toilet to urinate, then climbed under the covers of this big bed. It was comforting that Master was being nice to me. Everything seemed clear now: if I was difficult or disobedient I would suffer the painful consequences, but if I tried hard and did as I was told these people would be nice to me. I was starting to feel like I could make this work. As the man said, it’s not forever......

I was just dozing off when I felt someone getting into bed behind me. I woke fully and found that Master Johns had returned, undressed, and was getting into the bed. He reached out and pulled me to him so that we were spooning under the covers. He wrapped on arm under under me and his other was hugging me and pulling me close into his body. I could feel his penis in the crack of my ass getting hard as he wrapped his hand around my little cock and began to stroke. My heart was racing and my breathing was heavy. On the one hand, I didn’t really want to be abused any more today, but on the other hand I wanted this big strong man to take me and I was right back where I had been before he left. I was desperate to come. This was so much nicer than when other men had been in the room, with cameras in my face and perverted doctors leering at my body. At least Master Johns had been nice to me. The way he touched me.......it was electric.

I tried to tell myself that he had only been nice after he had abused me, but my body wanted what it wanted. I pushed my bottom back a little, grinding into his cock. That seems to start something with my new Master. He reached around the pillow and put his hand over mouth. His mouth moved close to my ear and I could feel his hot breath. He said quietly into my ear “you can come now” and he started to masturbate my now-hard penis more vigorously.

I made an involuntary kind of meowing noise. I had never had someone touch me like this and it took no time to bring me to the edge. As I came on his hand and into the bed, he thrust forward and started to push into me again. It was easier now. I was still lubed and still open from earlier, probably only 20 minutes ago. I relaxed, which was so much easier with empty balls, and I pushed back, sticking my bottom out to make it easier for my Master. He didn’t push all the way in this time, he rocked backwards and forward, gently and gradually fucking me deeper and deeper, making hot love to me. That allowed me to open up more and to get used to this big, rock hard cock inside me. I moaned a little as his cock touched something in me that I had never experienced before.

His hand across my mouth turned me on even more. I could breathe through my nose but I couldn’t speak other than to make soft noises. I felt restricted and held and warm, but I could still move and thrust back as this man surged forwards. Each time now he touched that magic spot and each time my own penis become harder and harder again and it seemed to pulse as my heart raced.

I couldn’t lie: I was enjoying being fucked this time. More than enjoying it; it was awesome. Everything about it. I was beginning to feel like Master’s private whore. I would have done anything for him in that moment. I submitted fully to him.

I could sense that Mister Johns was almost finished. His thrusts had become slower, longer and deeper. Finally he surged forward and his cock exploded inside me, filling me with hot sticky cum for the second time today. I could feel his cock pulsing and almost feel the veins popping along the shaft. It was intense. As he pushed deeper to finish his last ejaculation he hit something inside me and my own cock exploded. I was seeing stars. I had never experienced anything like this before. I wasn’t even properly hard having only just come and Master Johns wasn’t doing anything aside from holding my cock. It was so intense. It felt so good to come together.

Master Johns finished, and pulled me close again, hugging me tight. His cock, still hard, was firmly lodged inside me and he was showing no sign of removing it. I lay there, hot and sweating with my new Master’s breath in my ear. His breathing became soft and regular and I knew he’d drifted off to sleep. I was captured in his arms and so I couldn’t really move away. Eventually I gave in to my tiredness and drifted off to sleep too, Master’s penis still being gripped by my anal ring.

Later, I don’t know when, I was woken by Master’s soft cock sliding out of me. My hole was warm and open and cum juices leaked out onto the bedsheets. I closed my eyes and was asleep again in seconds.

It had been quite a day.

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I woke up the next morning.

I lifted the covers and looked at the bedsheets. They weren’t too bad. No stains worth worrying about anyway. No blood. I didn’t think there would be, but after the conversations yesterday I was a bit paranoid.

I felt like my asshole was gaping open. I had no experience of this kind of thing, so it worried me. I rolled onto my side and bent my knees up so that I could explore with my fingers. My anus and the surrounding area was sticky. The hole was a little bit raw just inside my outer ring. Having been rammed hard yesterday by a partner, then fucked with a dildo, then more or less twice by my Master, was a lot to take for a young virgin. Still, I was pleased that although things felt unusual down there, nothing was broken and I was in one piece. My fingers confirmed that my hole was not gaping wide, no matter how it felt.

I sat up on the edge of the bed, then stood. My legs were shaky, my arms were weak, and like yesterday my insides felt used and abused. Most of it was just muscles that I didn’t usually use aching. Some was, I guessed, about needing to get used to taking stuff up my ass. I didn't question that I was going to have more stuff up my ass. Partly that was because I knew it would happen after everything I had been told yesterday. Partly.....well, partly I wanted more.

I figured I should get up, get showered and ready and I did so. I used the medication I had been given. I didn’t use much, but I did try to coat my finger and then slip that up my butt to get the ointment where I thought it was needed. By the time I was finished, I felt revived, awake, and hungry. I wrapped myself in a a fluffy clean towel - they had been replaced again by some mysterious person - and sat on the bed. I dare not leave this floor of the house, and I didn’t have the guts to yell downstairs.

Fortunately I didn’t have long to wait. Master Johns was soon at the door. He was dressed in a tracksuit and had a towel around his neck, and he was sweaty and a little out of breath. I thought maybe he had come in from a run or something.

“Good, you’re up and ready. Come” he motioned for me to follow him. I thought we would be going downstairs but instead he went into the shower room. He stripped himself off, ran the water, and stepped in. He left the door open and called out to me “you can come in and wash me”.

I stripped off the towel again, and got back into the shower. Master stood under the water while I soaped a sponge and cleaned him. I started at his legs and worked up. I washed around his cock and his ass and then up to his chest and arms. He was well muscled, strong, with intricate tattoos across his arms and chest and back. I wanted to ask what they were but I dare not speak. I enjoyed running my hands over his chest and shoulders. After he was cleaned and rinsed off, he pushed my hands down to his groin again. I washed him thoroughly again around his penis and balls. He got hard as I did so and I pulled his foreskin back and cleaned there thoroughly. I spent a long time cleaning his penis, enjoying the look and feel of this big cock in the light of day. It was thick, with pulsing veins all along the shaft. The head wasn’t much bigger than the shaft. It stood straight out, no kinks or bends. I figured this must be just about the most perfect cock ever.

I had an urge to suck it. I wondered whether I would get in trouble, as I hadn’t been instructed to do anything. Maybe he would be pleased with me. My curiosity got the better of me so I dropped to my knees in front of this man and I pushing my mouth toward the head and kissed.

Master continued to stand, his hands by his side. He didn’t berate me and didn’t hit me. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around the head, pressing the end of my tongue into his pee hole. Master pushed slightly toward me, which I took as a sign that he was enjoying this and wanted more. I leaned forward, taking the whole of his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and sucking hard. Warm water from the shower ran down my back and between my ass cheeks. It tickled my balls as it ran off me and into the shower basin. I felt like a little slut, sticking my bottom out while I sucked and licked my Master’s penis.

I wondered if I could earn some more goodwill from this man who held my future in his hands. Maybe he even held my life in his hands. We hadn’t trained deep throat last night, but I kinda wanted to see if I could take him. I wanted to. I was fully awake, not dazed from being hit or emotional from being abused. It was the cold light of day and I wanted to take this man down my throat to see if I was capable. I was fascinated.

I took deep breaths through my nose like the other guy had said yesterday. I tried to calm myself and relax. To help me, I focused on the feeling in my butt - the water running between my cheeks and the new feelings of warmth down there from having been fucked. Gradually, each time I leaned forward and sucked, I took his cock further into my mouth.

I reached a point where he hit the spot at the back of my throat. I kind of cleared my throat and took a deep breath to prevent myself from gagging and made sure that there was plenty of spit and mucus to lubricate the passage. It was working and I was feeling more confident. I figured I needed to just do it at this point, so I closed my eyes and tried to relax every muscle in my mouth and throat and neck. I moved forward slowly, feeling this large, hard, salty cock head slide through my mouth, over the length of my tongue, and into my throat. It was in! I could feel the hardness touching the back of my throat and beyond. I could feel Master’s pubes tickling my nose. I could feel his thighs tense at the pleasure, but he remained standing still with his hands by his side. He didn’t thrust forward, he just let me get on with it.

I stayed in this position, proud of myself, for as long as I could. I started to feel the gag reflex building to point where I couldn’t hold it and it started to make me panic. I got hold of myself, focused back on the feeling in my ass, and pulled my mouth off his cock. I choked a tiny bit as the head left my throat and hit the back of my mouth again, but I almost instantly recovered and it wasn’t too bad. I was encouraged by my little success, so I brought one hand up to touch Master’s balls and deep throated again. It was better this time. I knew what to expect as his cock his the back of my throat and I relished the feeling as he slid forward. I focused on the water running down me and on caressing Master’s scrotum. I disengaged once more, and immediately went again.

This time, Master grabbed the back of my head. He thrust forward a couple of times. His cock hardly moved in my throat because it was really all the way in, but it was enough movement to stimulate him. I forced myself to concentrate and not panic. I was sure this man wouldn’t hurt me now. I made myself breathe deeply through my nose and focused everything on playing with his scrotum.

After another thrust I felt his balls contract and his shot his load down my throat. For a few seconds I wan’t focused on anything except the pulsing of his cock head within my throat as it spewed salty cum down my neck. It was an incredible feeling. He finished coming and withdrew. I gagged a little bit as he pulled out, and found the salty trail of cum on my tongue wasn’t a bad taste. I felt elated that I had done it and mostly enjoyed it. I splashed water on my face to clear away the trail of mucus and saliva that his cock left behind. My eyes were watering too, so I wiped them.

Master put his hand under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. I made every effort to look sweet and I even batted my eyelashes at him. He grinned at me and stroked my cheek a few times before getting out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and leaving the room. He called over his shoulder “Get dry. I’ll be back in a few minutes”.

I rinsed off again, turned off the water, and got myself dry. I was as hard as I had ever been but I dare not touch myself. I wondered at my slutty behaviour but it felt so good. Maybe I was a little gay boy after all. I wrapped myself up in a towel again and went back to the room to sit on the bed.

Master returned with a tray of fruits and cereals for me. He had dressed in some jeans and a shirt, but his dark hair was still wet from the shower. I started to eat while he watched me.

“I am very pleased with you.” He said in a very matter-of-fact way. What you have achieved so far, taking a cock in your rear and in your throat, usually takes longer to get right. I think you’re a natural, but I know that you also listened and you applied yourself.”

I smiled. I wasn't used to anyone praising me like this. I felt kinda gooey inside as this big man informed me that I had done so well.

“You might well smile, boy. I’m not often impressed like this.” He said, and he was smiling too. “You will have your first clients today. Remember that these are people who have paid an excessive amount to be with a young, smooth, innocent boy. That is the role you will play. These people may do almost anything to you and you will comply or be punished” my eyes went wide at that and I know he saw. “You just focus on doing exactly as you are instructed without hesitation” he continued. “I have a feeling I will not need to punish you any time soon. Keep your wits about you. If you remain calm, trust your body, you will continue to do very well indeed. I don’t think I have ever worked with a boy who has your ability.”

Master studied me with his eyes. For several minutes he seemed on the verge of saying something more until eventually he said, “I know this is all very different for you. Very strange and probably frightening. Trust me to look after you and follow my instructions. You’ll be okay.”

I was lost for words. Eventually I managed to croak out a “yes, Master”. In many ways this man had given me more positive attention than anyone else in my entire life.

He smiled again and said “Your submissiveness is incredibly sexy.”

I was smiling again now. I found that I liked being praised but, even more than that I loved being called sexy.

Master stood and went to leave.

“One thing” he said as he turned to walk away. “Something to remember. For a lot of these men, making them come is the end of the session. Not many men come twice. Keep your wits about you and remember that. It can be helpful”. And he walked through the door and away.

I grinned broadly. I knew my Master was looking out for me. I could do this!

Maybe.....

To Be Continued.......