Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2011 20:05:55 -0400 From: Zac Burns Subject: LESSONS OF SUBMISSION- A Young Master-In-Training. Chapter 01 WARNING / DISCLAIMER / NEW CONTACT INFO / AUTHOR'S NOTES: No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose, without the express written permission of the author. That means NO COPYING! (c) Copyright 2011 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. First, I have a new email address, due to some stupid cunts at gmail who disabled my account :-( If you have ever contacted me at my old email, artistic.revelations@gmail.com then PLEASE send an email to my NEW email address: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com I do not have any contact info for any of the great guys I had email correspondence with on gmail, and look forward to getting back in touch with everyone! Next, allow me to say that if you have read my submission "Spring Break In Orlando", then you are already familiar with the character Alex. This is actually his story. When I first submitted SBIO, it was almost immediately after I'd finished writing that particular chapter. I felt it could stand on its own as a separate submission, with a few minor tweaks here and there. SBIO was actually one of the first chapters I finished writing in this entire story, even though it's one of the last chapters in the story itself. Overall, this novel is about domination, an adult Master taking a young teenage boy under his wing and teaching him about the world of BDSM, S&M, etc. This novel actually originated because one of my friends asked me to write him a story. He's very kinky, and gave me a list of everything he wanted to have included, so there are chapters in this novel which contain an array of fetishes, from urination and adult sex with young teenage boys, to a bit of electroshock therapy, overweight humiliation, and pain, to name a few. Since this story was written specifically for one person, I do not expect everyone to like it, but if you enjoyed SBIO, then hopefully you will enjoy this as well, in spite of some of the kinkier subject matter. I've also taken inspiration from some real-life people: One of my friends is a dominant Master, and the list of "Master's Rules for Slaves" listed in Chapter One stems from his genuine set of rules. He's asked me many times to become one of his slaves, but I've never had the guts to go through with it. Being a serious, full-time slave for a true Master is something that is absolutely daunting to me; most likely I will never agree to a slavery contract, so this story also serves in part my sexual fantasies regarding the whole Master/Slave scene and all that it entails. The other main character in this story, Jimmy, also stems from him, and my own personal interactions watching him at work on his slaves. There are also a few parts in this story which are loosely based on true events, but for the most part the events described herein stem from my overactive horny imagination. Lastly, it should go without saying that this story is completely written, finished, polished, and will be submitted on a regular basis until the entire thing is posted. If there is anything you would like to see Alex and his cohorts involved in, please let me know and maybe I will write a sequel, if I can generate enough interest to make it a worthwhile endeavor. Please give me your honest opinion, good or bad. Just please remember that this was written solely for one person!! So here it is at last, the story of Alex, from the beginning. Much love, Zac ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LESSONS IN SUBMISSION: A Young Master-In-Training by Zachary Taylor Burns Chapter One "Learning" Mine is a story of pure sex, and has been ever since I was thirteen when I had my first experience at the hands of some random stranger in a poolside bathroom. The first few weeks following my initial sexual encounter were filled with the discovery of my most intense sexual desires. A friend I met online by the name of Jimmy gave me the most amazing experiences of my favorite fetishes, from domination and slavery to animals, urination and pain, just to name a few. I've learned what it means to be a true Master to slaves and have even owned a few. Like I said, I started when I was 13. That was seven years ago, and sometimes it amazes me to have done all I have in such a short time. I've accomplished more before I was even old enough to get my driving permit than most guys do in their lifetimes. Not a boast, just fact. My name is Alex, and my 21st birthday is just around the corner. I can't wait to be legally allowed to go into a bar and order my favorite drink, a Long Island Iced Tea. Not that being "legally" old enough to drink has never stopped me, because Jimmy has provided more than enough since I've known him. Anyway, I'm 5'11, have shoulder-length blonde hair that curls after a shower, which drives me nuts but no way am I cutting it off! I'm proud of it, and I look damn good. I weigh 165, have bright blue eyes and an eight-inch dick. No body hair, other than my armpits. Can't stand body hair, so what little does grow I keep waxed. My experiences with Jimmy and our string of sexual conquests were always older, late twenties, early thirties, sometimes forties. The oldest guy I've ever fucked was 54, and that was only because he had money and promised me five hundred bucks. What guy in his right mind would ever pass up five benjamins just for a one-night stand? Not me. I deserve to have the best, and will go to any lengths to get it. I rarely allow anyone to help with anything, and I never let anyone tell me what to do. I'm my own person, have been living away from home since I was 14, and have always done what I wanted, no matter the consequences. Except for the first time when I lost my virginity, and the occasional times having sex with another top and being fucked by my yellow lab, Max, I'm a dominant top. If I want to fuck you, I won't give up until I get what I want. And I don't take "no" for an answer. Some call it cockiness. I just call it taking what I deserve, and to hell with what anyone else thinks of me. If you don't like me, then no skin off my back. There's always a plethora of guys who want me to fuck them. Of course, I haven't always been that cocksure and aggressive. That came with my training and an intensely powerful friendship with Jimmy. The first time I ever shot a load of cum was two days after I turned thirteen. I was relaxing in my bedroom and my dick got hard as usual, so I jerked it off, and as the moment occurred when my balls felt amazing, I actually shot a jet of hot white cream! I tasted it, and it was very sweet. Guys talk of swallowing cum that's sweet, but mine is extremely sweet. I've had guys joke that it could be used as a dessert topping. I stroked my dick all the time after I found out I could cum, but what horny teenage boy doesn't? I would jerk it in the morning before I got out of bed, then in the bathroom during lunch at school, again as soon as I got home, once after dinner, and a last time right before bed. That was my daily ritual, and nothing ever changed that. Except for the weekend I spent with some friends of my dad's, Paul and Sheila Larson, and their three kids- the fourteen-year-old twins, Josh and Mike, and sixteen year-old Corey. That was the weekend that started all my sexual escapades. My parents had planned a weekend getaway for themselves, and they felt I needed a babysitter. I was taking good care of myself at that age and didn't feel I needed to be looked after, but how much arguing can you do with your parents at that age? Even I hadn't learned to be that persuasive yet. So immediately after school that Friday, my parents dropped me off with the Larson's before leaving for their weekend of gambling in Atlantic City. The Larson's and I watched movies, played games, talked, hung out, etc. By bedtime, my dick was itching for some good attention, but I couldn't get any time alone. The twins shared a bed, and I had to bunk with Corey. The thought never occurred to me that it was "weird" for two fourteen-year-old boys to be sharing a bed, but would one of those that made sense as I learned. It was a restless night, because my dick was constantly at attention, but I didn't want to beat off in the same bed as Corey because he was such a light sleeper. By morning, my dick was in such a state of hurt from lack of attention that I hopped in the shower for a dose of cold water, having heard somewhere that a cold shower was supposed to help those matters. For some reason, it never occurred to me that I could beat off in their bathroom, but now I look back on it and think... Duh, you dumbass, you could have jerked off in the shower. The cold water helped, but only barely. I suffered through breakfast, and then Paul and Sheila decided they were going to take us all to the pool for the day. I was in trouble the instant I was in the water and popped an instant boner, which fortunately was easy enough to hide while I was under the surface, even as big as my dick was at that age. At noon, Paul and Sheila called all of us kids over for lunch, and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed some relief or I was going to explode! After all, by that point I'd already missed five jack-off sessions! Yet something else that never occurred to me at that age was the thought of actual physical sex with someone. It had never even entered my imagination. Sure, we'd talked about it in health class, and all my friends talked about it, but I'd never thought much about it. I'm not really sure why, considering the sex drive I have now, but back then, that's just the way it was. All of that was about to change. I quickly ate lunch with Paul, Sheila, Josh, Mike and Corey, and then ran to the bathroom to jerk. It took all of ten stokes before I painted the stall door with my load of cum. I watched as it slowly oozed down until it started making a small puddle on the floor. That's when a mysterious hand reached down, and stuck a finger in my ball juice! I held my breath, and the hand disappeared. An instant later, I heard an "Mmmm", then licking. "Good cum kid," the guy said through the stall door. It felt like my heart was going to beat its way out of my chest! Some strange guy had just licked my cum off the floor! I was shaking, but I reached out and unlatched the door. He immediately pushed it open, careful not to put a foot in the cum, and stepped into the stall with me, closing the door behind him. He was tall, had dark brown hair, glasses and a bit of a belly. I wasn't good at guessing ages at that point, but I'd say that he was in his late twenties, early thirties. He reached down, took another fingerful of my cum, then brought it to his lips and sucked it down. I was in complete awe of this stranger, eating my cum off the floor. Sure, I always ate my own cum, but to see someone else doing it just made my dick throb harder. He told me to stand up, so I did, my swim trunks falling to the floor. Then he told me to turn around and bend over. I did, then he unzipped his pants, and I felt warmth pressing against my ass. He kept moving around back there, then I felt something wet being pushed into me, and I tensed. "What are you doing?" I asked, worried. My mind had not yet made the connection, that I was about to have sex for the first time. Nor it did occur to me to say "No", not that it would have made any difference. "Shut up faggot," he said. "I've watched you all day, being a little dick tease, and now I'm going to take that little cunt of yours and fill it with cum." I started to protest again, but he wrapped a rough hand over my mouth and nose so I couldn't breathe. He leaned his heavy body down, bit the back of my neck and thrust his dick inside me, all the way to the hilt. There was pain and burning like I'd never felt before and I screamed into his hand, but he just held me tighter. Then I started getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, and could feel my body becoming limp. He thrust harder and harder, and said "You fucking faggot, you're my bitch now, take my dick up your little fucking cunt. How does it feel that I'm raping your ass?" I started seeing blackness then, and he thrust again, as deep as he could go. "Hot little tease, you feel my cum being buried in your little cunt?" I could feel his balls slapping against mine, but couldn't feel anything in my ass except how badly it hurt. Then he took his hand from my face and I breathed the most amazing lungful of air I'd ever had as his dick slid out of me. He picked me up and sat me on the toilet, and I immediately felt something hot running from my hole. He stepped forward, his dick in front of my face, and told me to open up. I shook my head, but he slapped me across the face. "Open your fucking mouth, faggot, and suck my dick clean of your ass juice." Of course, being a virgin before this moment, I had no idea what to do. I just opened my mouth, and he shoved it in as far as he could. I gagged on it, and he laughed and just forced it in more. My eyes started to water, and he laughed and called me his little bitch again. He pulled out, zipped his pants up, then kneeled down in front of me. "You have one hell of a hot little ass kid," he said as he looked me in the eyes. His face, and eyes, are forever burned into my brain. I'll never forget what he looks like, as long as I live. To this day, I wonder if he really knew that he'd taken my virginity. The guy left the stall, and I was alone, my asshole hurting, my dick leaking precum all over the place, and my heart still beating rampantly in my chest. I cleaned my little butt off as best I could, and pulled my shorts up, covering my still hard dick. I pushed the stall door open, and saw a few guys standing around, looking at me. I didn't realize until later that that they'd known what was going on and did nothing to stop it. I would also learn later of the kinky, nasty old men who frequented toilets like these, always on the prowl for a hot young virgin boycunt to fuck. I washed my hands, and then went in search of Paul and Sheila to tell them what had happened. My thirteen-year-old brain was working on overdrive. What if they blamed me for what had happened? What if I got in trouble for what I'd done? By the time I reached them, I had calmed myself down enough as I gingerly sat my ass down on the blanket. Paul asked what was wrong, but I just said I was tired and wanted to go home. He told me to rest a bit, and we would leave shortly. I relaxed, spread myself out on the blanket and basked in the sunlight. My insides felt so cold, my butt hurt like hell, and my jaw hurt from having dick rammed down my throat. I rolled over on my stomach to hide how hard my dick still was, just thinking about it. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the backseat of the van, on the way back to the Larson's. I thought over my rationalization of who they would blame, if I were to tell them what had happened. I decided then I liked having this secret, something that was mine and mine alone. The guy had said he was raping me, but at that point I had no idea what that meant. Whatever it was, I was still as horny as ever! When I got home the next day, I looked up what the word "rape" meant, and sat there, completely dumbfounded. If he had done that to me, then why did my dick stand at attention every single time I thought about it? I realized then how much I had really enjoyed it, because it had been my first time having sex! I also realized how fucked up I must be, to enjoy something that everyone else was scared of. The more I thought about it, the more I stroked my dick and shot my cum. I couldn't decide which was hotter to me, the fact that my ass had been torn apart by some random guy, or the thought of me doing it to someone else. I started searching online for answers to my questions- namely, why was I so turned on by what had happened? And why was I always imagining what it would be like to rape someone? That's when I discovered the immense, endless world of pornography. I was never at a loss to find guys who wanted to talk about getting their dicks off. I went onto yahoo chat, telling everyone how old I was. There was always a bunch of guys that wanted to chat, showing me their dicks on cam, asking to see me in return. I didn't have any pics of me at that point, nor a cam, because my parents forbade it. I kept asking questions to everyone about my interests, and there was one guy in particular who was always willing to answer anything I wanted to know. His name was Jimmy, and he was very patient with me, no matter what time of day or night. He was my introduction to the entire world of sex, fetishes and pornographic adventures. According to his profile, he was in his late thirties and he lived about an hour's drive from my place. I was very eager to meet up with him, and he knew how much I wanted to have sex again. I had found a willing participant, but he kept saying how I had to make sure my parents didn't find out because he would get in a lot of trouble for having sex with a minor. I kept assuring him that I wanted it, and that no one would find out. After we'd known each other about a week, he explained that he was a Master in the world of S&M, and sent me his list of requirements for his slaves, suggesting it as a guideline for my future as a Master. It had somehow become an unspoken bond that I would become a Master just like him, even though we had never discussed it in the first place. From Jimmy: MASTER'S RULES FOR SLAVES Note that all rules have an unspoken addendum of "unless otherwise ordered my Master, or one of Master's associates". [1] Slaves are considered as the lowest form of life on this planet. Every other living thing has a higher rank than that of Slave. A Slave's Master may use his slave for any purpose, including, but not limited to, household duties, sexual gratification, and being loaned out to others for the exchange of money. There are two types of Slaves, Full-Time Slaves, and Session Slaves. Some rules differ for each type, and are described as such when necessary. When no distinction between Slave types is given, the Rule applies to both types. Full-Time Slaves are exactly as the title suggests, full time. These types are used in household duties, and are under constant supervision by a Master. Session slaves are those who only occasionally enjoy the sexual aspect of the Master/Slave life. [2] Absolute obedience of each of these 35 rules is required. Failure to comply with any of these rules will result in 25 lashes with the cat-o-nine tails, belt or cane, for each offense. [3] Slave is not permitted to use pronouns that refer to it as a person. Only "Slave", and "it", or something else that shows no personal identity. [4] Slave will not speak unless spoken to by Master or any of Master's associates, except in case of an emergency such as fire, drowning, or other such event that would require instant help. [5] Full-Time Slave is responsible for keeping its body devoid of hair, except eyebrows and on the top of its head, either by shaving, waxing or hair-removal gels/lotions. This will be done with complete supervision by Master. Session Slave may be required to arrive at its appointment completely hairless. This is at the discretion of Master. [6] Full-Time Slave is to be naked at all times. Session Slave is to be naked when it arrives for its appointment. The appointment is considered to have started and/or ended the moment Slave steps over Master's threshold. [7] Full-Time Slave is forbidden to touch its genitals, or ass, except in accordance of Rules 5, 13 & 14. Session Slave is forbidden from touching its genitals at any time during an appointment. [8] Immediately upon agreement of becoming Full-Time Slave, it agrees to surrender its payment for the privilege of becoming Master's Slave, in the form of all liquidated bank assets. Slave must also forfeit any previous employment. Slave's immediate family must be notified of Slave's free will to go into servitude. In return, Master agrees to keep in touch with Slave's family, in the event of family sickness or death. Session Slave is required to surrender its payment for the privilege of becoming Master's Slave at the rate of $50 per hour. Appointments generally do not last more than one day, unless previously agreed upon by both parties. [9] Full-Time Slave is not permitted to leave Master's residence, for any reason except for emergency purposes. [10] Slave is not permitted to use any seating other than the floor. [11] Slave is not permitted to use any appliances, electronic devices or other household items, unless otherwise ordered. These items include, but are not limited to, stove, refrigerator, microwave, washer/dryer, television, cell phone, radio, computer, etc. [12] Slave has no privacy. [13] Full-Time Slave will give itself a daily enema while under its Master's supervision. This will serve as Slave's allotted daily defecation. Session Slave is required to arrive at its appointment, completely cleaned out. [14] Full-Time Slave is granted permission to relieve its bladder three times daily, at 8 am, 4 pm and Midnight, provided Master is awake. If Master is not awake, or Slave is not being used as described in Rule 15, no bathroom relief shall be granted. Session Slave will not be permitted to relieve any bodily functions during an appointment. [15] When Full-Time Slave is in use, Slave must remain within 3 feet of its Master's side, at all times. "In Use" is considered to be anytime Master is home and awake. Session Slave must remain in sight at all times. [16] When not in use, Full-Time Slave will reside in its cage, where its arms and legs will be shackled, and tethered by its balls with a rope or chain. [17] Full-Time Slave will be displayed as such when Master receives guests. No effort shall be made by Slave to cover up or hide its lowly status from others. Slave is required to undertake all hostess duties, and provide enough food to satisfy two servings, per person, per each dish made. Slave will also provide all refreshments, and offer its mouth as an ashtray for those guests who smoke. [18] Slave shall regularly be tested for Obedience, to ensure proper compliance. [19] All orders given to Slave must be obeyed immediately, without question, and without hesitation. [20] Slave shall assume any position when commanded. Positions are as follows: (A) "Inspect"- Slave will stand, legs spread apart to its shoulder-width, hands clasped tightly behind its head. (B) "Present"- Slave will stand, legs together, hands clasped tightly behind its back. (C) "Kneel"- Slave will drop to floor on its knees, legs spread apart to its shoulder-width, hands clasped tightly behind its head. (D) "Lay"- Slave will drop to its stomach, legs spread as wide apart as possible, hands clasped tightly behind its head, elbows touching the ground. (E) "Wall"- Slave will stand against nearest wall, hands clasped tightly behind its head, and arch its body out as far as possible so that only its elbows and heels are touching anything solid. (F) "Relax"- Slave will drop facedown to the floor, then raise itself off the floor and arch its back as high as possible, with only fingertips [not entire hands!] and tips of toes touching the floor. [21] When Slave is not being commanded, it will sit on the floor, hands wrapped around Master's ankles. [22] Full-Time Slave will be locked into a chastity device at all times, and permitted to cum only as Master sees fit. Session Slaves may or may not be kept in a chastity device, dependent upon Master's desire. Slave will be frequently edged toward cumming, but not be permitted to do so. If, during an edging session Slave "accidentally" cums without permission, it will receive an additional 10 lashes. [23] Slave is required to have a butt plug in its anal cavity at all times. [24] If Slave must relieve any bodily functions other than allotted times, it must ask permission. If permission is asked, Slave will be punished for breaking Rule 4 and receive an additional 25 lashes. Permission may or may not be granted, dependent upon present activities and/or Master's mood. [25] When there is more than one Full-Time Slave in residence, Slaves are not permitted to speak to each other in accordance with Rule 4. There are video and audio surveillance devices located throughout Master's home, which are in use 24/7. If Slave is discovered to disobey this rule, an additional 50 lashes will be served as punishment to all parties involved. [26] Slave understands that it will be subjected to any and all sorts of varying things, including, but not limited to, urination, pain, and bondage. [27] Slave will immediately apologize, and request forgiveness of any wrongdoing. [28] When Slave is answering a question or commandment, Slave must reply in as few words as possible. Slave will always end each sentence with either "Sir", "Master", or "Master [insert name here]". [29] Full-Time Slave will be fed twice each day, 7 am and 7 p.m. Meals will consist of whatever Master deems appropriate. Session Slave will be fed if an appointment lasts longer than 9 hours. Slave can refuse any meal; however, each refusal of a meal is punishable by 25 additional lashings. Full-Time Slave will also receive a 36-hour fast of any food or drink. [30] In the case of sickness or death of anyone in Full-Time Slave's immediate family, Slave will be notified immediately and granted a temporary Bereavement Leave of all household duties and allowed to join its family, with Master's supervision. Rules 3 - 5, 7, 10 - 14, 19 - 24, 27 - 29, 31 & 34 will still apply. In addition, no effort will be made by Slave to cover up or hide its lowly status from others. In addition, Slave's safeword will not apply to this situation, nor will it get Slave out of any service during Bereavement Leave. Slave must always remain within sight of Master. There are no exceptions. Any and all punishments earned during Bereavement Leave will be given immediately upon return to full service. All "off-duty" time accumulated by Slave during its reprieve will be added on at the end of its service, and tripled. [31] No refunds for Slave servitude will be given, for any reason, whatsoever. [32] Full-Time Slave agrees to a minimum mandatory 90-day contract, as a trial period for both itself and Master. If during that time Slave does not wish to continue service, or if Slave's service is deemed unsatisfactory by Master within that time, servitude will end on the 91st day. If Master agrees to keep Slave longer, a new contract of no less than six months will be signed and agreed upon. Each subsequent contract renewal will carry an additional three months. For example, if Slave passes the 90-day trial period, and the following six-month contract, the following contract would be for nine months, the next would be twelve months, and so on. [33] Upon agreement of becoming Slave, it must commit to memory a safeword of Master's choosing. The safeword will release Slave from any situation where it feels it is being used too roughly. If the safeword is used, Slave understands that it will be punished for attempting to defy its Master, and agrees to submit to a future punishment of Master's choosing. [34] Slave must endure any and all punishments without speaking, swearing or other vocal statements. Sobbing, wailing, shrieking, etc., are permitted, as long as no words are uttered. If any words are uttered during punishment, an additional five lashes will be administered, per offense. [35] Slave is required to memorize each of these 35 Rules, verbatim, and must be able to correctly state any and all Rules at any given time, under any and all circumstances. Ten punishment lashes will be given for each word missed or incorrectly added by Slave during recitation. By signing below, Slave agrees to the above 35 Rules, without question. Slave's Printed Full Name______________________________ Slave's Signature______________________________ Master's Printed Full Name______________________________ Master's Signature______________________________ Today's Date_______________ I studied religiously, day and night, until after a week I could recite each rule from memory. I was quite satisfied with myself, but didn't realize for quite some time just how useful my memory would serve. Jimmy and I eventually met. He picked me up at my house one Saturday morning while my parents were away for the weekend [I'd actually managed to talk them into letting me stay home alone!], and took me back to his place. The car ride was tense for me; I was a tightly-wound ball of nervous energy, and couldn't sit still to save my life. Jimmy would just laugh at my antics, hands waving while I talked, nervously sitting on them trying to calm myself. Eventually I did manage to calm down enough to concentrate on the pleasantness of the ride. Jimmy was a gentleman, keeping his hands to himself, although I knew by the bulge in his pants that he wanted to do something. After we finally arrived back at his place, a two-story cottage with cream-colored siding, burgundy shutters and a privacy fence around the lawn, I was given the grand tour: living room, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, spare bedroom downstairs, master bedroom, master bath, spare bedroom, den, library on the second floor. The house itself didn't seem to suit Jimmy- it was too refined for him, in my opinion. As I sit here writing this, the Jimmy I know is the type of guy who would be better suited for a one-story Ranch-style house. To each his, own, though. After sharing a glass of orange juice, I was then led to the basement where I was immediately intrigued by the assortment of devices. He went on to explain that he was into everything imaginable: Bondage, S&M, cock and ball torture, incest, animals, toilet play, fisting, burning, blood, extreme pain, and rape. None of which he had told me during our chats on the internet. Although I didn't have a clue then what most of those things were, I wanted to learn as much as possible and asked if he would show me. My dick was rock hard at that point, leaking precum into my jeans. First, he showed me around the basement, to the various array of toys and contraptions he had at his disposal. Everything from chains on the walls, to whips and kettles full of wax that he poured on his victims, as well as a table that had handcuffs at each end, "to tie my bitches down with so I can torture them", he explained with a maniacal laugh. He led me upstairs to the living room, where he pulled out a bunch of dvd's. He chose one at random, put it in the player and sat down with me on the sofa. I watched in awe as Jimmy explained what was going on. The Master was training his Slave to obey his every whim, no matter what. I asked what was on the Slave's dick, and Jimmy said it was a chastity device, something that prevented him getting hard and cumming. "Just another way to control your victim," he said with another laugh. We slowly made our way through the stack of porn movies. By the end of the day, I knew everything that turned him on, and the things he enjoyed doing to others. He was the ultimate Master, he explained to me. He had no limits, and everything turned him on. He expected his Slaves to obey him, no matter what. "What if a Slave isn't turned on by something?" I asked, after we'd watched a video on pissing and shitting. "Doesn't matter," he laughed. "When a Slave submits himself to you, he is at your mercy, and has no say what you do. Of course, there is a safe word, but unless he says the word, all bets are off." I was totally horned up by everything we had talked about, with the exception of shitting. That disgusted me, and I couldn't imagine ever doing that to someone, or having someone do that to me. "Are you a top or bottom?" he asked, at one point. "I'm not sure," I replied. "I've just been fucked by that guy in the bathroom." "Does it make you horny, to think about being fucked," he began. "Or does it turn you on more to think about you slamming your dick into some guy's ass?" "Oh, I want to fuck someone's ass, make him hurt and bleed," I answered immediately. It was all my jack-off fantasies consisted of ever since that random stranger had raped my ass. "Would you ever want another guy to fuck you?" he wondered. "Maybe," I said. "But right now I want to be the one doing the fucking." "All this, and you're only thirteen," he added with a laugh. "You are one horny little bugger, aren't you? Out of everything I've shown you today, what do you most want to see in real life, or try first?" "I want to see you in full training mode," I replied as I picked up the dvd we had watched, of some guy being completely dominated by an authoritarian Master. He nodded, then said he would have it set up for me the next time I visited. Shortly after that, he pointed out that it was time for me to go home, and that we would have to plan another date for the following weekend. I was a bit disappointed that we didn't fuck, but since he was a top, and I really wanted to fuck someone's ass, I didn't think it would have worked out very well anyway. *** The following Saturday, I called Jimmy the moment I woke up and found the note from my mother that said she and my father were in New York City for the day. He picked me up at 9 am. By ten, we were naked, in his kitchen; I was eager to start my day. Jimmy and I each had a glass of water as he explained a few things about what was to happen. "Upstairs, is a guy by the name of Shawn, who is twenty-seven, and loves being completely dominated. He's a completely submissive bottom who has always refused the use of a safeword, because he has no limits. Anything your imagination can conceive, he will allow. He's a nasty, masochistic stud who gets off on everything. I also know for a fact that he has a major fetish for boys your age, but has never acted on his desires, nor has he ever admitted it. He doesn't know you're here, and I want you to just sit and watch for a while, and learn a few things. He is blindfolded, and has soundproof headphones covering his ears, but I am going to be removing the headphones once we get inside, so you must be absolutely quiet until I tell you otherwise." I nodded enthusiastically. "He's here because he thinks I am going to torture his dick and balls with a knife, let him bleed a bit, maybe pour some hot wax over his body, and that will be it. What he doesn't know is that his dream of being with a boy is about to come true." "You're going to let me fuck him?" I asked, surprised. Jimmy smiled and nodded. "You need to get hands-on experience with sex, and this is the perfect opportunity. We're going to have some fun. You have a great dick for a kid your age, and he is going to love every moment of getting fucked by you." My dick was already standing at attention, and a drop of precum dropped off my piss-slit and landed on the floor. "I'm ready," I whispered, my body tense with anticipation. Jimmy led the way upstairs to his spare bedroom, then pushed the door open as he held a finger to his lips, reminding me to be quiet. I nodded as I followed him inside. I stared in awe, as I saw a smoothly shaved guy, tied spread-eagle to what I would learn later were called stirrups. His ass was exposed, and I saw what I knew to be a butt plug sticking from his hole. I was surprised to see how hard his dick was as it rested against his stomach. There was a small pool of precum in his navel, and I so wanted to taste it! Jimmy picked up a whip from the table next to our next "victim", motioned for me to step back, readied his aim and brought the whip down hard with a CRACK! onto Shawn's bare ass. He had no idea we were there, and he howled with pain as he realized the fun was about to begin. His dick stood straight up even as he protested, before Jimmy cracked his ass a second time. I could already see the welts starting to form, and the whip was brought down a third time. I stopped counting at fifteen, and stood there slowly stroking my throbbing dick as Shawn's ass bloodied and he was screaming for a mercy that would never be shown without a safeword. "Thirty," Jimmy finally said as he put the whip down, and then reached for a bottle of lotion, which he spread lovingly on Shawn's swollen skin. "Thank you Sir!" Shawn exclaimed loudly, with such an infectious amount of excitement, as tears coursed down his cheeks from the intense pain he must have suffered through. Jimmy pulled the headphones from Shawn's ears. "That was only thirty you worthless faggot," he said. "We've only just started." "Yes Sir!" Shawn said with equal excitement. "Thank you for punishing my nasty sins, Sir!" Jimmy waved me over, and made a jerking motion with his hand, then pointed to Shawn's dick. I nodded excitedly, and then wrapped my right hand around Shawn's thick, uncut cock. He instantly moaned at my touch, and I smiled as I slowly moved my hand up and down a few times, his precum leaking out and down over my fingers. Jimmy motioned for me to stop, and I pulled my hand away. Shawn moaned with desire, and begged Jimmy to continue. "Please Sir! I haven't shot my load in a month! You've had my dick locked up, Sir!" "And what do you say for that, faggot?" Jimmy demanded, raising the whip again, readying himself to administer a swift punishment. "Thank you for preventing this worthless faggot from cumming too much, Sir!" Shawn immediately replied. Jimmy smiled as he pointed to a crusty-looking plastic chastity device lying on the floor next to the stirrup table. "Please, Sir!" "Stop begging, you worthless bitch," Jimmy stated as he yanked the butt plug from Shawn's well-lubed hole. He reached over to the table, plucked a piece of something I couldn't identify, and then shoved it deep inside Shawn. He repeated it with the remaining four chunks of whatever it was, and then shoved the butt plug back inside, sealing the unknown item in Shawn's ass cavity. "You know what I just put inside you faggot?" Jimmy asked, and Shawn quickly shook his head. "Ever hear of ginger root?" "Oh my God, yes, Sir," Shawn exclaimed. "Oh, you know what that does, eh?" Jimmy said with a wicked laugh. I was confused, but after I researched it later, I learned that ginger root turns you into a sex-crazed maniac. Back in the 1900's, horse owners used it to make their mare pussies look healthier than what they actually were. Ginger root, when cut upen, excretes juices that make you hornier than you can ever describe to someone! Shawn moaned, his hips starting to buck, pulling against his restraints as far as the rope would allow. "It's starting to work already, Sir!" "You're in for a rough day bitch," Jimmy said with a satisfied smile, then picked up a small kettle. He held it up over Shawn's stomach, and then slowly poured the hot wax so it drizzled over his nipples, down his navel, over his dick and balls. Shawn just screamed at the intense heat to which his body was exposed. "Fuck me Master," Shawn pleaded. "Please fuck me, Sir!" "Bitch, we've just started," Jimmy said with a maniacal laugh. "You have more torture to endure before I even think about sliding my dick into your worthless cunt." "Please, Sir!" Shawn begged. "Fuck, my hole burns so bad, I need it to be filled with your massive dick, Master!" Jimmy slapped him across the face so hard that it immediately left a red print. "Shut the fuck up, or I will leave you tied like this for the rest of the day and not touch you!" Shawn immediately pursed his lips, shutting his mouth as Jimmy started to peel away the now-hard wax. Jimmy motioned for me to stroke Shawn again, but made me stop after only a few seconds. I stood there, my dick leaking like crazy, as I leaned down and smelled Shawn's sweaty balls. I moaned, immediately enjoying the rich, manly smell. "Who is that, Sir?" Shawn asked immediately. Jimmy frowned at my mistake, but then shrugged and pushed onward. "Shawn, have you ever had the pleasure of seeking out a hot, smooth teen boy?" "Fuck no," Shawn said, "I'm not into little kids, Master!" He moaned again, as the ginger root juices worked effortlessly for us. "Are you sure?" Jimmy said. "We've known each other for quite a while, yet you've always denied the truth." "I swear, Sir!" Shawn exclaimed. "Then why does your laptop have photos of boys who don't look much older than thirteen or fourteen?" Jimmy wondered aloud. "H-how did you know that, Sir?" Shawn stammered, and immediately knew he'd fallen for a trap. "Oh fuck!" he screamed. "Please, Sir, just fuck me! I'll tell you anything you want to know!" Jimmy motioned for me to stroke his dick again, and Shawn arched upward, trying to shove his dick into my hand as fast as he could. I didn't get the signal to stop, so I kept at it, precum leaking everywhere. My hands were slick with this worthless slave's slime. "Watch his balls," Jimmy said to me. "When they start to pull up, stop." "Oh God," Shawn moaned again. "Who is here with you, Sir? Please tell me." "My new trainee," Jimmy said with a laugh as he removed the blindfold. Shawn stared at me for a long second, eyeing me up and down, realizing just how young I really was. His eyes stopped at my dick, and I was immediately struck with a sense of pride as he licked his lips. "Fuck me," he said to me. "Slam your dick into my ass and fuck the shit out of me." Jimmy reacted so quickly that I didn't realize what happened until I heard the crack, as he slapped Shawn across the face. "You worthless bitch, you will address him as Sir or Master!" "Y-yes, Sir," he nodded to Jimmy, and then muttered an apology to me. "Alex, go ahead and remove the butt plug, but make sure the ginger root stays in," Jimmy said as he started removing the wax from Shawn's chest and abdomen. Our slave just moaned a thank-you, anticipating the fuck he hoped was coming. I pulled the plug out and dropped it to the floor. Jimmy handed me a jar of Vaseline, told me to grease my hand really well and then slowly slide my hand inside the waiting hole. "Won't that hurt?" I asked, absolutely positive that my hand was not going to fit. "Remember what I told you downstairs?" Jimmy said, and motioned for me to continue. I nodded, greased up my hand and slid a finger into Shawn's hot, wet asspussy. "It's so warm!" I said, and slid another finger in and out. "Do it, please Sir!" Shawn begged. Jimmy motioned for me to hurry up, impatient with my lackluster approach. "Okay," I said, and balled my hand into a tight fist. I put it against his hole, and pushed. His sphincter gave way, and before I realized it, my arm was buried deep inside! "Fuck yessssss," Shawn screamed. "Fist my ass kid!" "See, I knew you loved kids!" Jimmy exclaimed as he slapped his hand across Shawn's face again, adding another stinging handprint to the first one. "You didn't address him properly," he glared. "Fist his ass good, wiggle your fingers, spread that ginger juice all over his insides," he told me. I did as told. It was an amazing feeling, as I moved my fingers around. Just then, I heard my cell phone ringing in my jacket downstairs! "Fuck!" I screamed as I yanked my fist out of Shawn's ass, which made him scream with a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure. Jimmy threw me a towel to wipe my hands as I rushed downstairs to my jacket, just as the ringing stopped. I fished my phone from its place in my coat, and looked at the call. It was my mother! I quickly called her back, and she asked what I was doing. I told her I was in the bathroom when she called, about to have a shower. "You're not naked are you?" she asked. "Um, yes actually," I admitted. "I didn't have time to put a towel on!" "Where are you?" she wondered. "In the kitchen," I said, which was true. I just neglected to tell her that it was someone else's house. "Well get your ass back upstairs young man!" she admonished. "I won't have the neighbors looking in a window and seeing you running around naked!" "Yes, mother," I agreed, my dick still standing at attention. "Good, now your uncle Pete is coming over to make sure you're all right," mom said. "He'll be there to make you some lunch, so you don't need to fend for yourself." "All right," I said, and thanked her while I stated at the clock, frowning. "I'll be ready," I added. She told me she loved me, and ended the call. "Fuck!" I ran back upstairs and explained to a worried Jimmy that I needed to get home, as soon as possible. "It's fine," he said with a chuckle. "You need to worry about keeping this a secret more than you need to have sex." "I really want to fuck him!" I exclaimed as I pointed to a writhing Shawn. The poor guy, all tied up and unable to go anywhere, looked so hot! I ran over, took his dick in my mouth and sucked for a few seconds before I pulled off. Oh, but his precum tasted amazing! "He'll be fine until I get back," Jimmy said with a bigger laugh. "His ass will really be itching to get rammed after two hours of having ginger root inside him." He picked the butt plug from the floor, and shoved it back inside Shawn's hole. His ass lips were spread apart, then wrapped themselves tightly around the base of the toy, as it lodged back in place. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Shawn screamed, "please don't leave me here like this, Sir! I can't stand it! You need to fuck my ass, please Master!" Jimmy laughed harder as he reached for the headphones and blindfold again, securing them both in place before adding a ball-gag to Shawn's pleading mouth. "He'll be fine," he added as I was ushered from the room and down the stairs. "He will be in pure agony until I return home. In the two hours it will take to get you home and drive back here, his ass will be so horny for dick that I could shove my foot in there and he wouldn't care." "Can I jack off on the way home?" I asked as we headed to the basement to get dressed. "I'm horny and want to cum." "Anything you want," Jimmy replied and smiled. "Hell, you can ride nude for all I care, as long as we don't get pulled over by a cop." I quickly got dressed, then followed an equally dressed Jimmy outside to his waiting car. I slid into the passenger seat, he slid into the driver's seat and we were on our way. As soon as we were on the highway, I peeled my clothes off and threw them to the floor, took my dick in my hand and stroked out my load of cum. "Suck my dick," Jimmy said after I'd licked the cum from my fingers. "Yes sir," I said with a laugh as I lay down on the seat and unzipped his pants. Out popped his massive boner, and I greedily took it in my mouth. "You're a great little cocksucker," he moaned as he strained to keep the car on the road. "And you're going to make one hell of a great master after I finish training you." He shot his load down my throat, and I sat up, satiated for the moment as we headed back to my place. We arrived just in time. Jimmy had pulled away, and I had enough time to take a quick shower and change clothes before my uncle Pete arrived. If only he knew what I had been up to! Uncle Pete made me toasted cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, something I could have easily done on my own! I couldn't wait to get rid of him. He constantly was asking if I was all right, and finally I just told him that I was enjoying my weekend alone and he was ruining it. I hated being mean to my uncle like that, but he was being a real downer to my sex drive! He left shortly after. Jimmy called me later that afternoon, and we talked about what all I'd seen so far. He told me what happened when he'd returned home to Shawn. After nearly two hours being bound, gagged, blindfolded and with ears covered, an ass full of ginger root and having not been allowed to cum for over a month, he was in a constant state of arousal, screaming for release, to be fucked hard, shown no mercy and just use his ass. Jimmy said he sat in his living room, listening to Shawn's pleas for another hour before making his appearance known. He lashed Shawn with another fifty whips, after which his ass was bleeding like crazy. He'd finally relented, shoved his fist inside Shawn's hot cunt, pummeled his inside with fingers and balled fist for another ten minutes before finally pulling out the ginger root. Finally, he gave Shawn what he so desperately wanted, and fucked him long and hard. I'd jerked my dick so fast and furious listening to his story, and shot my load twice. I couldn't wait to have such power over someone. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ To be continued... Also be sure to check out the other stories I have on nifty! [1] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/an-expression-of-love [2] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/life-on-the-road [3] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/just-between-family [4] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/little-bro-in-heat