Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2011 01:34:29 -0400 From: Zachary Taylor Burns Subject: LESSONS OF SUBMISSION- A Young Master-In-Training. Chapter 5 AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have received several emails regarding my descriptions [and punishment] of using safewords during Master/Slave play. As I stated in the intro to Chapter One, this entire novel was written for one of my friends, with all of his desires and fetishes included. This also includes the over-aggressive use of safewords, and his want of punishing a Slave for the use of one. In real life, when a Slave uses the safeword, it does not earn a punishment. The safeword exists to release the Slave from an uncomfortable setting, and nothing more. The Rules for a Slave should never include punishment for a Slave, if he should use his safeword. There is certainly more to a Master/Slave relationship than merely dominance and releasing sexual tension. It is also an issue of trust. The Slave must trust the Master 100%. If you are looking to begin a relationship with a Master, then make sure to research everything accordingly. This story is loosely, LOOSELY, based on a few real-life events. But for the most part, this story is simply that, a story. Fiction. Written for one of my friends. So don't take anything you read too seriously :) Oh! And I should also issue a small warning: At one point during this chapter, there are a few paragraphs that cover Alex having sex with Rex, the Rottweiler. Most people are not into that sort of thing, but even if you aren't, don't let it deter you from enjoying the rest of the story! *** The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company, product, or event, unless otherwise noted. 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! Copyright 2011 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. Contact Me: If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about this or any other story, please email me at: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com Please be sure to include the story title in the subject line. I look forward to hearing from you. ZTB. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LESSONS OF SUBMISSION: A Young Master-In-Training by Zachary Taylor Burns Chapter Five "Becoming A Slave" "Alex, meet Terry and Doug," Jimmy said as we walked inside someone's house. I suddenly felt very out of place amongst these adults who were obviously all Alpha males. I wondered where the slaves were who should be serving their every whim, the truth of my situation not yet discovered. "It's nice to meet everyone," I said, and was ushered inside and made to sit in a very comfortable armchair. I was handed a drink, and before I was able to ask what it was, the command was given to "just drink it". I drank every drop, hoping to make everyone proud of me. It tasted awful! "What was it?" I wondered as the trio gathered around me. "Oh, just one of my special concoctions," Doug said with a laugh. "You'll be relaxed here very soon." I was given a tour of the two-story house- three bedrooms upstairs, two bathrooms; downstairs, the living room, office, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and another smaller bedroom. Then, at last, the basement. My eyes boggled at the amount of things that were kept there- a barred, steel cage with two seperate "rooms", three different tables, one with a hole in it for someone's dick, chains and cuffs lined along the walls, a display of several different whips and other punishment devices, a glass cabinet with one shelf full of chastity cages, clear and steel alike, just to name a few. By the time we headed back upstairs, I was starting to feel a bit woozy, and said so. Doug commanded I sit in the comfortable, overstuffed armchair. "Do you remember the safeword you chose last night?" Jimmy demanded, suddenly quite stern. I nodded, but then suddenly my mind was blank. It was like I was seeing the world in a fog. "Mis-" I started, but couldn't focus. I blinked several times, but everything was a blur. "Missi-" "Come on, you can tell us," Jimmy said, in a voice I knew too well that meant Or Else. I was losing it, and could barely hold my head up! "Tell me, damnit!" he said as he slapped me across the face. I heard a loud crack, and briefly wondered where the sound had come from. It didn't feel like he had hit me, but there was no doubt in my mind what he had done. "Mississippi," I blurted as I sank into the chair, unable to keep my head up any longer. I felt completely relaxed. When I woke up, I was unable to move. I struggled, and opened my eyes. I still couldn't see anything! My brain went into panic mode as I wondered what the hell was going on! I tried to sit up, but couldn't move my arms. My legs were useless as well. I knew then that I was tied up, blindfolded. I couldn't open my mouth, either! Fuck, I thought, blindfolded, tied and gagged. What had I gotten myself into? "He's awake," I heard someone say. I couldn't tell who it was. "Let the fun begin," Jimmy said. I would recognize his voice anywhere! "What's happening?" I tried to say, but it only came out muffled, unintelligible. "This is just another part of your training," Jimmy explained as he removed my blindfold. I was blinded by the light, but my eyes quickly adjusted. "In order for you to become a great master, you need to experience the same things we put our slaves through." My mind reeled with that information! Fuck! I tried to remember what all I'd been shown so far. Pissing, being filled with piss, I think I can handle that. Being fucked, I can handle that, being tied down, yes. I'd already been raped, so that was out too. Then I remembered the electrocution. Fuck! Oh my God, the ginger root! I tried speaking, which was useless when my mouth was filled with a gag that prevented anything more serious than some average moaning. "You are going to be pushed to your limits," Jimmy said as he stared deep into my eyes. "We are going to subject you to pain, pleasure, and everything in between. You can chicken out and scream your safeword, or you can try to endure it. If you manage to go for the next few days and survive everything we do to you, you will know exactly what it means to be a true slave. Only from a true slave can a truly great master be born." He removed the gag from my mouth, and I screamed at him. "What the fuck are you doing? I never agreed to this!" "Of course you did," Jimmy said as he held up his list of slave rules. My name was scribbled across the bottom of the fourth page, and it did indeed look like my handwriting. "You signed it this morning after you got here." I didn't remember that! "You do remember each of my rules, don't you?" he asked with a wink. I stopped struggling against the bonds that were holding me back, my brain scrambling to piece together what had happened, how I had gotten myself into this mess. "Yes," I finally replied. "Good, now do you recall your safeword?" he mused. "Mississippi," I immediately replied. Jimmy laughed, in that evil take-over-the-world laugh often seen by tyrannical evil bosses in movies, and shook his head. "You said that one was too easy, and changed it after we got here. You don't remember?" From his tone and gaze into my eyes, he knew that I didn't remember. I merely shook my head. I remembered sitting in the chair after drinking that disgusting-tasting concoction, and I recalled having trouble saying "Mississippi" but everything after that was blank. "No!" I said after a long, tense minute of straining my memory. "What is it?" "Now, that wouldn't be very fair to us if we told you," Doug said with an evil chuckle. "You need to remember it on your own." He placed the gag back in my mouth, and leaned in close to me. "Do you submit to our will, and allow us to do what we feel is necessary to make you submit to us, as a true slave?" "No!" I screamed, but only a muffled scream came out around the gag. I shook my head, tears pouring down my cheeks. "NO!" "He didn't deny it," Terry said with a satisfied smile, and I heard the words that turned my blood to ice: "If he can't say no, it doesn't count as rape." "You're the lawyer," Jimmy said with a chuckle. "You would know." I realized then that Jimmy had been preparing me for this, to be his slave, from the first moment we started talking. That's why he had sent me the list of Rules, to learn and memorize as soon as possible. I tried begging them with my eyes, but they all just helped untie me, hold me down and carry me downstairs to the basement. There was even more stuff down here than Jimmy had! Fuck, I was in such trouble! "We'll start him on the ginger root first," Jimmy said with a wicked smile as the others tied me into the stirrup table. Oh fuck! I screamed around the ball-gag, to no avail. Jimmy was holding six pieces! I shook my head no, all the while Terry and Doug watched anxiously as the ginger root was being pushed into my hole. I felt it almost immediately, the juices at work. Jimmy tied a blindfold around my eyes, and I heard them all walking upstairs, chuckling at my position. Oh, fuck! My hole was starting to burn. I knew then what Shawn had gone through, and I had no idea how long I had to wait before they returned. Fuck! My mind reeled as I tried to remember what I'd said was my safeword, but hard as I tried I couldn't get my mind to recall that one simple thing! I knew that if I said it, they had to let me go! It was starting to get more difficult to concentrate, as the ginger juice worked its magic on my insides. Fuck! I have no clue how long I was tied to the table, all I could think about was relieving the pressing need inside my ass! I couldn't take it, I started screaming for mercy, to get them to release me. Then I remembered Shaun, who never had a safeword, just took the abuse as it was given. I knew then it was no use for me to beg. Unless I screamed my safeword, I would be stuck here indefinitely. That didn't stop me from screaming and pleading anyway. At one point, I heard the basement door open, then footsteps coming down the stairs. I strained to turn my head so I could see, but I couldn't move. Then I felt a hot breath against my ass, and I was back in all-out release-me mode. It was Rex! He slid his rough tongue across my balls, then down my ass crack. The instant his hot slobbery tongue touched my hole, I was screaming. "Rex, fuck yes lick my hole! Rex please dig it in there as far as you can! Fuck yes!" He kept lapping at my ass, never sliding it in, no matter how much I begged. I doubt he knew what I meant, but I kept screaming for it. "Rex, oh God yes! Please give it to me!" I don't know how long it went on, but I was hornier now than ever before! I needed my ass filled, had to get to that deep burning within my bowels! "Rex," I begged, "get up here and fuck me. Slam your huge doggy dick inside me, fill me with your big knot and help me!" Poor Rex, he tried. He really did. But the angle in which I was positioned just wasn't correct for us to mate. "Go tell Jimmy to come change my position, I need you to fuck me Rex! Please boy, fuck me, please slam your huge knot inside me, fill me with your cum!" "I never thought I would see the day you begged to be fucked by a dog," Jimmy said as he stood over me. How long had he been standing there? "You must want to get fucked really bad, huh?" "Oh fuck," I moaned, trying to thrash around, "please, please fuck me. Fill my ass with whatever you can find!" Jimmy chuckled as he knelt down in front of me, and slowly blew a breath up and down my crack. I just moaned harder, and begged louder. Finally, I felt a finger push inside. "Yes!" I screamed, "fuck yes! Please!" Jimmy withdrew his finger, and tisk-tisked me for being such a horny little slut. "I thought you wanted to be a dominant top who uses your slaves to get off?" "I do want to use them," I panted. "But please just fuck me! Please, I need it more than anything else!" "What would you do to have me satisfy your ass, right now?" he wondered. "Anything!" I screamed. I couldn't take it! "I'll do anything you want, please just put out the fire!" Jimmy reached for a bottle of lubrication, then sat down in front of me again. "You ever wanted to be fisted before, Alex?" he asked, a smile playing at his lips. Hell no I didn't want to be fisted under normal circumstances, but this was different. "Anything," I begged. "Please, anything, just fill my hole!" He slid a finger inside me, again. "I thought you wanted Rex to knot you. You were just begging him to fill you up with his dick." "I don't care!" I exclaimed. "Use something!" There was no pretense, or warning. The next thing I knew, my ass was really on fire! Not the ginger-root-sex kind of fire. Genuine, oh-my-fucking-God-that-hurts-like-hell kind of pain! "Fuckkkk!!!!" I screamed in agony. "You have my fist buried all the way inside your cunt, boy," Jimmy said, and I could feel him wiggling his fingers around. "How does that feel?" "Oh fuck yes!" I moaned. What pain? It didn't hurt, all I felt then was more of an intensity to be filled. "More!" I screamed, hoping the ginger juice need could be taken care of. "You're a total fucking bottom bitch for me right now, boy," Jimmy said with a laugh. "You're more of a fucking faggot now than all my other slaves! All you're good for is my pleasure!" He kept pushing and pulling, expanding and retracting his fist inside me. It helped a little with the intensity my ass was feeling, but not much. "Yes, Sir!" I screamed. "Please, Sir, use me! Turn me into your bitch!" I instantly regretted those words, but all I cared about was my ass being filled. All of a sudden, I felt empty. He'd removed his fist! "Please, Sir! Put it back in! Fill me up!" I watched as Jimmy and Terry untied me, and forced me over onto my knees on the floor. "Rex, mount!" was all I heard, and I was crying with relief! I was going to get filled, and this need inside my gut was going to go away! "Fuck yes!" I screamed as Rex hopped up, wrapping his front paws around my waist. I could feel something wet poking, pushing, his dick trying to find the entrance to his bitch. Finally, I felt it slide home, and Rex and I were connected at last! That was when the assault on my hole really began- he started thrusting away, plowing his dick in and out of my hole at a rabbit's pace. This gave new meaning to the phrase "fucking like rabbits"! With every thrust, his dick plowed into my prostate, and I could feel his furry balls rubbing up against mine. That was the biggest turn-on of all, feeling his fur grazing my bare skin. Then, just when I was really getting into the fucking, it felt like there was something huge being forced inside me; that's when the real fire surged through my loins. Jimmy told me I was being knotted. "Fuck!" I groaned. "Make me your bitch!" That's when I truly felt like Rex's bitch- being tied to him, unable to go anywhere until the swelling of his dick subsided enough to slip out of my aching hole. Through all of it, I had no idea at what point he filled me with his cum, but when at long last the knot went down enough to slide out, I felt Rex's cumload running down my thighs. Exhausted, I looked over to Rex, who was now lying on the floor, licking his dick. And the aching need deep within my bowels continued, unabated, as if the last few minutes had never occurred! "Ok, you've had enough for now," Jimmy said, and I thanked him profusely. He knelt behind me, and I could feel his dick pushing into me. "Yes, fuck me!" I moaned in ecstasy. Jimmy laughed, and then I could feel my insides warming, filling up. He was filling me with his piss! "Oh God," I moaned into the floor. He pulled out, and I instantly felt the need for relief. "I need to go!" I said, and I felt more movement on my insides. "You will go only when we tell you to," Doug said as he picked me up. "Your ass is filled with piss, and being held in place by a butt plug." "We're proud of you," Jimmy said with a huge smile. "Do you have any idea how long you've had that ginger root inside you?" I shook my head. "Three hours! We had bets that you wouldn't make it ten minutes before you were begging to be knotted. Congratulations, you're well on your way to becoming one of us." I could only cry with relief that at least this part of my torture was over. If only they would allow me to expel the piss that was gushing around my insides. *** I cannot begin to tell you how relieved I was when they finally removed the butt plug and I was permitted to expel the liquid that was being held captive in my gut. They showered me, then led me back to a table. Each of them held one of my limbs, and together they tied me facedown, my arms and legs painfully stretched wide apart. My dick was breathing freely through a hole in the table, and I asked what they were going to do to me now. Doug just laughed and slapped me across the face. "Haven't you learned yet that the slave never asks the Master what he is doing?" "Sorry, Sir," I whispered. "Good boy," he replied with a smile. "You're learning. Extra points for you." "Thank you, Sir," I said as sincerely as I could. Maybe if I just went along with everything, they wouldn't keep me here longer than necessary. "Here, take this," Jimmy said as he slid a small yellow pill under my tongue, then held a glass of water, with a straw, to my lips so I could swallow it. That was my introduction to the holistic world of drugs. I found out later that I had been given an ecstasy tablet, and that the water contained Viagra. The effects of the ecstasy didn't take long to appear. I started getting woozy, lightheaded, and then everything all seemed to blur together into one ball of endless color and light. "It's working," I remember hearing Jimmy say, but I swear I could actually see the words coming out of his mouth. "You ready for some more fun?" "Yes, Sir," I moaned, my whole body tingling. God, I loved the feeling that was rushing over me! He laughed as he put a ball-gag in my mouth. I tried to say No, but I couldn't. And I knew how pointless it was to even try. Jimmy walked in front of me, and my eyes widened in shock at what I saw. He was holding his whip! "Oh fuck!" I screamed, to no avail. No one could understand what I was even saying. The first lashing cut across my ass, and I instantly felt fire! But, it was actually kind of nice. It felt kind of good, actually. Is that what everyone meant by pain mixed with pleasure? I wondered. I started humping the air, my dick dangling through that hole in the table. Then it made contact with something, and I pushed again, trying to touch whatever it was that had sent orgasmic feelings coursing through my body. "Four," Jimmy said as he brought the whip down on me again. Four? my mind wondered. What happened to Two, and Three? "Seven," Jimmy counted. What the hell? I tried to grind my dick against the mysterious thing below the bed. It wasn't a hand, it was just kind of flat and smooth. That meant it wasn't Rex either. Oh, fuck! I was moaning in pleasure, my ass hurt so good! "Twenty," Jimmy said. I didn't like the idea that I was spacing out, losing track of time, but the feelings were way too intense for me to care about anything except the painful pleasure. Almost there! Just a little... bit... "Twenty-five!" was the next number I heard, and my dick erupted, emptying the contents of my balls. "Fuck!" Jimmy exclaimed as he started rubbing lotion on my ass. I just went limp. "You actually enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said, surprised. "Oh God yes," I tried to say, then nodded. He took the gag out of my mouth, and I said it again so he could hear me. "I loved it!" "You are certainly full of surprises, young man," he said with a laugh as he unlocked the handcuffs. "You made it three hours with ginger root, and you just had twenty-five lashes with my whip, and all you could do was shoot your cum all over Terry's back." He removed the cuffs, and I instantly sat up, staring through the hole as Terry crawled out and sat in front of me. I immediately lowered my head, my tongue sticking out as I lapped up my jizz. As soon as my cum was gone, I was given another of those mysterious [ecstasy] tablets, and picked up by some strong, manly hands and tied so I was dangling from a beam in the ceiling, my feet tied securely to the floor. I remembered what had occurred when both Fred and Mark were in this position, and I was suddenly more worried than before. In spite of my fears, I couldn't help but love the way my body felt as the drug worked its way through my veins. I wanted more, needed it. Jimmy must have sensed my desire, and held a small square mirror in front of me, a line of white stuff on the top. He held a straw to my right nostril, pinched my left nostril shut, and told me to inhale through my nose. I did, and an instant later I felt indescribable, like I was floating on air. I didn't find out until much later about the cocaine, and other drugs my drinks had been laced with- more ecstasy, LSD and others. Throughout my drug-induced haze, my dick was rock-hard and begging for some more action. As I tried to concentrate on what my trio of captors was doing, I had a brief moment of mental clarity. I knew I was screwed. My parents were still on vacation, and wouldn't be returning until Thursday, four days hence. There was no school, so no teachers would realize my absence. There were three of them, one of me. I couldn't escape, and I certainly couldn't outrun them even if I did manage to get free. I was stuck, plain and simple. Is this what a slave goes through when he realized he can't get free, and must resign himself to the desires of those in charge of his body? Then I remembered my cell! It was in the pocket of my jeans... which, I realized with a sigh, was by now probably safely tucked away so that I won't have access to them. Damnit! I woke up Monday morning, my brain feeling as if it had ground up into a pulp; the light made my eyes hurt, even when my eyelids were closed. My mouth was dry, and my body felt like it had been hit with a battering ram. "Good morning," Jimmy said as he turned over on the bed to face me. He traced a finger down my cheek, in an uncharacteristic display of tenderness. "How do you feel?" "Like hell," I replied through the sand in my mouth. "It'll go away as soon as you take this," he said as he reached for a pill bottle, uncapped it and handed me another yellow tablet. "What are these?" I wondered. "Ecstasy," he replied with a sheepish grin. "Makes you feel amazing, doesn't it?" "God yes," I replied and popped the pill into my mouth, swallowing it easily in spite of the grittiness of my dried out mouth. "What's on the agenda for the day?" "Hell on earth," he replied, and the world disappeared into a fuzzy grayness and haze. I woke up with a start, trying to figure out where I was, and realized that the last few minutes had only been a dream, and that my waking life was not so tender and romantic. I was shackled to a wall through a cage in the basement, my arms stretched and cuffed to the cement outside the cage, my feet shackled to the floor outside the cage, my balls wrapped with nylon cord and stretched to the breaking point. I could barely move without something on my body being pulled with aching force. I was surprised I had even managed to get any sleep, and realized it must have been the drugs I'd been given, making my brain and body relax enough to ignore the straining tension of the shackles on my hands and feet and the cord around my balls. True to the intense aching feeling in my dream, my brain indeed felt as if it had been mashed into a pulp. My body ached, but that was likely due to the tension of being stretched apart all night. My mouth indeed felt as if I had been eating sand all night; my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. "About time you're awake," came a voice out of the shadows, and an instant later Jimmy appeared out of the gloom; he'd been sitting in a chair that was pushed against the dark edge of the wall, out of vision. Then I wasn't so sure my dream had been a dream at all, and struggled to find enough saliva to open my mouth to ask the question, but he reached into the bars of the cage and twisted my left nipple so hard it brought tears to my eyes. "Don't forget rule number four," he commanded, and I only nodded, wincing with the continued pain as he didn't let up his force on my nipple. When at last he finally released his grip on my chest, the fire that had been building in my nipple was immediately redirected to my balls, which were being stretched even farther from my straining against Jimmy's painful touch. "How much pain do you think you can take before you succumb and beg us for release?" "I don't know, sir," I replied, my eyes burning with instant tears at the thoughts of what might yet be to come. I was ashamed of my actions of the past few months, when I should have realized I'd only been a pawn in Jimmy's game of total dominance over each of his subordinates. Jimmy unlocked the shackles that bound my hands and feet, but didn't untie the rope around my balls. Thankfully, I was able to move a bit more than before, but it still hurt like hell. Then he reached for something that made my heart jump into my throat- a chastity device. "You should know by now what this is for," he said with a half-smile. "Now here comes another endurance test. How long can you go without cumming before you're begging me to allow you to empty your balls?" "Please, no," I begged, knowing it was useless. Jimmy's face contorted into an evil sneer, by far the worst expression I'd ever seen him make thus far. "Not like you have much choice, do you?" he whispered as he unlocked the cage and slid the chastity cage onto my dick, locking it into place with a double padlock. "Don't expect to be allowed to cum for a long time," he added, relocked the cage doors and left the basement without looking back. "Fuck," I moaned as my dick was already straining against its binding. I was horny, as usual, and now could do nothing about it until Jimmy or one of the others permitted me to cum. I was used to shooting my load at least five times a day, and this was going to be the truest test of my endurance. By now I thought I knew how Jimmy operated, and there was absolutely no doubt he would make me wear it well after this game was over and I was released back to my parents. The beauty of a chastity belt is that it is virtually undetectable under regular clothing, so unless someone saw me naked, no one would know I was wearing it. That made my dick even harder, causing a painful ache because the tight restrictions of the cage did not permit a man's dick to achieve even a half-erection. Ten minutes later I had my first edging session. Doug came down, untied my balls, led me to a table with a hole in it for my dick, and shackled me facedown by both arms and legs, unable to move at all. He removed the chastity belt and started to stroke me, slowly. It didn't take long for my balls to become ready to empty themselves, but I strained against the binds, willing my hormones and horniness to go away because I knew the consequences of cumming without permission. Doug increased speed, playing with my balls and fingering my ass, pressing against my prostate as hard as he could, effectively making me leak precum like it was going out of style. He added another finger to my hole, constantly massaging my sweet spot until there was a steady stream of my precum leaking out my piss slit. In barely no time at all, I was ready to shoot my load, and moaned and thrashed against my binds. "I'm going to cum Sir!" I managed to squeak out, and he immediately removed his fingers from my hole. Fuck! That was one of the worst feelings ever, being SO CLOSE to shooting my load and then suddenly, the wave was ebbing down, a less intense feeling than a few seconds ago, but still leaving me so horny for release. I was taken to the edge of orgasm five times in that first session, and by the time he finally stopped, I was beyond the need for release. I was desperate, and begged him incessantly the entire time during the last ten or fifteen minutes. He just smiled and kept pushing against my prostate, pushing me harder and harder and faster and faster. I couldn't imagine going through this on a daily basis, and not be permitted to cum for nearly nine months, as Mark had been forced to endure! It was pure torture. I promised them everything I could think of, if only I could be permitted the release I so desperately needed. All to no avail, of course. I was then led back to the basement, my arms and legs shackled as I had found myself that morning, my balls tied with the nylon cord and stretched to the breaking point. Jimmy appeared a half-hour later, and sat down in the chair he'd been in this morning, only now it was moved much closer. "In a few minutes, they are going to test your endurance with yet another session. If you think how horrible it is that you are unable to cum now, it will be beyond your imagination by the end of this next session. Suck it up, deal with it, and take everything they do to you without one word of complaint or begging, because I've been told that if you mutter one word, you will be tortured to your limits. Believe me when I say that you do not want any of them torturing you. You've seen what I do to my slaves at home, and these guys are ten times worse than me. They are pure sadists, and get off on the literal pain they inflict on their victims." "Why did you allow them to do this to me, then, Sir?" I asked. "Because you need to see Masters other than me at work," Jimmy replied with a smile. "I've enjoyed having you by my side at home, teaching you things. Just please, please do not give them any reason to hurt you, because the one-hundred lashes and Icy/Hot we applied to Mark the other day will be nothing compared to what they can do. Understood?" I nodded as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking up, I saw Doug and Terry coming down, looks of contented pleasure mixed with evil painted on their faces. Jimmy untied my balls, unlocked the cuffs and chains and carried me to the table with the hole in it. From out of the shadows, I saw the machine that made me cringe. The same electrical machine that Jimmy had used on his father, Keith, during one of our earlier sessions. I was given two ecstasy tablets and a glass of rum and coke. After quickly chewing up the tablets and downing the alcoholic drink, Terry attached an electrode to each of my nipples. After that I was tied down to the table, facedown, my dick sticking out of the hole as usual. I stared into Jimmy's eyes, trying to read his emotions but unable to do so. The silver dildo was shoved roughly past my sphincter and buried to the hilt inside my ass. I could feel it's coldness as it rested against my insides. Beneath the table, I felt the O-ring of the attachment tightened around my dick and balls. Another electrode was placed on each of my balls, and the electrodes were connected from my nipples. Another endurance test- how long I could be kept wide awake by nothing but jolts of electricity. That's when I realized, as they were explaining what the reasons were for the electrotherapy, why Jimmy had told me about their sadistic streaks- I was to be pushed beyond my limits of endurance and human nature. "Our goal is thirty-six hours," Doug said as he settled into a chair to enjoy the show. "You will be on a constant, random attack of electrical surges. As your body grows accustom to the assault, the surges will increase with intensity. The one in your ass also serves to keep you in a constant state of arousal. If at any time you cum, you will be severely punished." "Let the fun begin," Terry said and turned on the machine. My body was immediately on fire! I opened my mouth to plead them to stop, but suddenly remembered Jimmy's warning against saying one word. Fuck! I screamed inside my mind. I would never be able to survive a day and a half of this torture! I looked at the machine, and was dismayed to see that the dial was on the lowest possible setting. I refused to think about what it would feel like when it was turned to the highest setting! Only a few seconds passed before I started to feel the arousal in my groin. The dildo in my ass was like a fire pressing against my prostate. As I grew accustomed to the invasion of electrical surges, it began to feel quite pleasurable. That's when I realized how screwed I really was in this situation. Another minute of the assault against my prostate and my balls were ready to explode their cum all over the floor. This was going to be pure torture in one of its finest forms. Then I remembered the ecstasy pills I'd taken, and knew for sure I was set up to fail. My horniness was only going to get worse as the drugs and alcohol took complete effect on my brain. Fuck! After the edging session earlier, five times brought to the edge of orgasm and refused release, I was now in a position to be pushed against the edge of orgasm for thirty-six hours, and if I did shoot my cum, the punishment would be far worse than the temporary release of my balls. Or so I thought, in the beginning. Little did I realize that as the hours wore on, as my body was pushed farther and farther against the tides of orgasm and pain, the sweet release of the orgasm I could never have was the true punishment. They- Terry, Doug, and Jimmy- watched me in shifts. I was also threatened that if I fell asleep for even a second, they would beat me nearly to death. I had no doubt of their capabilities. "Have anything to say bitch?" Terry asked at the beginning of the third hour. The others had gone upstairs. I chose my words carefully. "Thank you, Sir, for giving this slave the chance to prove its endurance in anything you choose to give it." His smile was brief, a small flicker that was gone a split-second after it had appeared. "We have bets going that you won't make it the full thirty-six hours. I say you won't make it through the night. By morning, you will be crazy with exhaustion and pain and sexual frustration that you will be begging us for release." He fed me two more ecstasy tablets and picked up a book to read. I don't recall much of my time tied to the electro machine, most likely due to all the drugs they kept feeding me, for which I'm thankful. I remember looking over the machine at one point, shocked [no pun intended] to see that it was on full blast, that the surges coursing through my body were as powerful as they could get. I know I passed out, but had no clue when it had actually happened, or how far I had made it into the thirty-six-hour torture. When I woke up, I screamed, sure that I had failed, pissed off and disappointed with myself for failing everyone, especially Jimmy. Then I realized with a start that I was in a bed, curled under the blankets. "About time you wake up," came Jimmy's voice from the hall as he entered the room. "How long was I awake, Sir?" I asked, hoping that I had proven my endurance to them. "You don't remember?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed. I shook my head, straining to recall the last thing I could see. One of them, I didn't know which, was stroking my dick and edging me toward an orgasm, the electrical pulses coursing through my veins, and told him so. "Most likely a result of the drugs and overstimulation of the body and brain. I couldn't believe they had made you endure that torture for so long. You made it the full thirty-six hours, at which time I pulled the plug, carried you up here and fed you." I took a minute to process the information, that my body had been subjected to the full treatment of continual electrotherapy and constant edging toward an orgasm that would never be permitted. "How long have I been asleep." He looked at his watch, frowning. "Twenty-seven and a half hours." I was stunned! By my count, that meant today was... "It's Thursday?" "Almost time for lunch, as a matter of fact," he replied with a smile. "I need to call my mother and tell her I'm all right." "Oh?" Jimmy said as he looked at me, one eyebrow raised, a slight smile playing at his lips. "And why would we allow you to do that?" "Because I promised her I'd text her every day, she's probably freaking out!" I explained, my heart hammering in my chest. "Please, I need to call her." "No can do, kiddo," Jimmy replied as he sank into the lounge chair next to the bed. "You're here for us to train, and you're not going anywhere until we're finished with you." "B-but, you can't do that!" I screamed. He was on his feet in an instant, his left hand grabbing my balls and pulling them downward. The pain was excruciating, like nothing I'd felt before. I would choose twenty-five punishment lashes before this! "You insufferable little prick, do you really think we don't know what we're doing?" I couldn't speak. Hell, I couldn't even breathe from all the pain. "By now, I'm sure your parents are frantic at trying to find you." I wheezed, trying to ask the question formed inside my brain. "No, they will not come here to rescue you," he added, reading my thoughts. "No one knows where you are. Unless, of course, you actually told your friend Casey what you were really doing and where you were going." My blood turned to ice, and I realized, with stark clarity, the horrible situation I was in. No one except Jimmy, Terry and Doug knew where I was. And God only knows how long they planned to keep me here. "When we're finished training you as our slave, then, and only then, will we release you back to your parents." In that instant, I hated him with every atom of my being. "You---" My words were cut off in my throat, as Jimmy's powerful hands repeated their assault on my testicles. "You've been in training as a Master for much longer than you have a Slave," Jimmy whispered into my ear. "Make no mistake about this: You will be released only when we agree that you are ready. Is that understood? You, of all people, should realize the importance of your situation. You are in a unique position of learning, and when this is all over, you will be a better Master because of it, because then you will know what it means to feel the pain and joy and hatred that you are inflicting upon your submissives. Think about that for a while." With that, he released his vise-like grip on my jewels, and walked out of the room, leaving me curled into a ball on the floor. My head was swimming with all of the information I'd learned since my first day at Jimmy's house. A slave was nothing but an instrument of pleasure, someone that others use to get what they want. Most people don't realize how intense this is until they actually get into it. Look at the rules. To become a slave is fucking HARD, and just because you've done it once or twice in the past doesn't make it much easier. Each Master is different, even me and Jimmy. The technique is typically the same, but it's more about how you go into it. Emotions are as much a part of this as anything. There are no limits in this world. You're only limited by the bullshit holds that have been put in place by society. So far I've gotten my way with people because it pleases me, and I don't take no for an answer. No matter how old you are or what you've done in the past doesn't matter. It's all about the here and now, and the endless possibilities for the future. Training a slave means pushing someone beyond his limits, to make him realize that he IS a slave, that he WILL be used for the needs of others, that he has NO power, that he has NO personal identity, that he exists solely for the pleasure of others. In those minutes and hours following my interaction with Jimmy and his vise-like grip on my testicles, as I was curled up on the floor, I finally realized what it meant to be a true slave. There was absolutely nothing I could do about the situation I was in except to endure everything they made me do, and accept the punishments if I screwed up and earned them. It wasn't until the sun was setting that Jimmy came back into the room. He picked me up, carried me to his bedroom and gingerly lay me on the bed, then curled his body around mine and kissed me. "You were there with Mark, when he finally realized what he was meant to be doing. Since you've been here being everyone's slave, he has committed himself to my service, without a contract. He's free to leave anytime he wants, but he won't go now because he belongs to me, completely. It took him nine months to learn where his place was. It's only taken you five days." I sobbed into his shoulder, unable to speak. "During our time together I've taught you nearly everything I know that will help you get started on your own journey. Tomorrow I will take you back to my place, gather your things and take you home to your parents." I looked up into his eyes, and he smiled. "Your parents know where you are, I called them first thing on Sunday after you were knocked unconscious from that drink. I explained everything about who you are and what we've been doing. They aren't too pleased about your decisions of late, of your sexual escapades, and have threatened me with everything from rape and attempted kidnapping to corruption of a minor, but I've assured them that you are fine, and that you came into this willingly and openly. If you go home and tell them otherwise, I will accept the consequences of my actions and the wrath of the authorities for any charge they wish to throw at me." "I would never do that to you," I whispered, shaking my head. "You've been amazing to me, taking me under your wing, teaching me." If I had been more clearheaded in thinking, I would have realized then that I WAS exactly like Mark, in the aspect that I was completely loyal to Jimmy. He had just admitted that he had told my parents about me, which was essentially a betrayal. If I had been thinking more clearly, I would have realized that I didn't care, and that, in a sense, I belonged to the one man who had become my Master. We kissed, and he held me until I fell asleep. *** Friday morning dawned bright and early. I was awake, dressed and ready to go by nine. The first thing I did as Jimmy led me outside to his car, fully dressed of course, was to kiss the ground. I never thought I would be so happy to see the beautiful world of Mother Nature! Jimmy drove me home, where my parents were waiting, both with tear-stained faces. I took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Jimmy stood outside the car, as well, not that he needed to do so. My parents didn't say anything to Jimmy, but glared at him with looks of contempt and hatred at what he had done to me, their only child. I had no idea if I would be able to see Jimmy ever again after that, so I gave him a huge hug. "Thank you for everything," I whispered to him. "I'll try to get in touch if I can." He didn't say anything, didn't need to, so only nodded, got into his truck, and drove away without looking back. I was practically pushed inside the house, and the moment the front door was closed behind me, my parents began their attack. "What in the name of God did you think you were getting yourself into?" "Are you crazy? He could have murdered you in your sleep!" "We raised you better than that!" "How could you allow him to take advantage of you like that?!" "He said he was training you to become a Master!" "What disgusting things did he make you do?" And all sorts of other questions like that, all thrown into my face at practically one time. I had known they would have a thousand and one questions about the things I'd done, but I didn't think I'd get them all at once! "You're grounded," came the admonishment from my father. "Until we decide otherwise." I had expected that, too, so no surprise there. "No telephone, no internet, no books other than what we approve, no television, no going outside, no friends, nothing, not until you tell us everything he made you do. Then we'll go to the police and have him arrested for corrupting a minor and all that nasty pedophile shit he's done to you." "Oh for goodness sake," I said, suddenly angry. "I was the one who wanted to do all that shit! You really want to know what he did to me, what I helped him do to others?" Their look of disgust told me that, most certainly, they did not. I told them anyway. "The first time I went over there, we watched all kinds of gay porn. The second time, I watched a guy get whipped and beaten and filled full of ginger root until he was begging for one of us to use him. I fisted him, slid my whole arm all the way into his ass. Then mom called, told me my uncle was coming to make me lunch. I was standing naked, in Jimmy's kitchen, talking to you on the phone, after I had just pulled my fist out of that guy's ass!" "That's enough," my mother warned, and I was pleased to see that she was turning an ugly shade of green. "No, I was just told that I was grounded until I tell you everything that he made me do, and by damn you're going to hear it," I told them, standing my ground. "You want to know exactly how fucked up I am? The first time I had sex, when I lost my virginity, was to some strange guy at a pool, who RAPED me! He fucked my ass and shot his cum inside of me, and then made me suck his dick clean. Yes, mother, he fucked me without a condom, and he shot his CUM inside of me, then left me. And you know what? I loved every second of it! That's the kind of person I am. A dirty cumslut who loves having sex." "B-but you're only fourteen," my mother stammered, tears streaming down her face. "We didn't raise you to be like this." "Oh mother, grow up. Everyone these days is having sex, whether they admit it or not," I said. "I just like it more, and Jimmy has helped me realize that what we do is fucking amazing. I can control some strange guy. I love having that power over someone, to make him do what I want, to make him feel like he's a worthless sack of shit that deserves to be used and abused and treated like the slave he is." "We've heard enough," my father said, holding my mother in his arms. "Go to your room." "Suit yourself," I said. "But I'm not finished with my story yet. I didn't even get to tell you about how he tied me up, fucked me, filled me with his piss, electrocuted me, or that I got fucked by a DOG!" "Go!" my father screamed, and I knew then exactly how scared I made them. It wouldn't be long until one of two things happened: Either they would call the police and report Jimmy for being a pedophile that had fun with young boys, or they would realize how crazy I was, and report me to the police as someone who needed protection from himself, whereupon I would find myself in a padded room. Either way, I was screwed because I would never see Jimmy again. I carried my backpack upstairs and threw it on my bed, then grabbed one of my glass souvenirs and threw it against the wall, where it smashed into a million pieces. "Fuck!" I screamed as loud as I could. I went to unpack my clothes, and that's when I saw a prepaid cell phone, wrapped up in my favorite pair of silk boxers. "Oh Jimmy," I whispered, ecstatic that all ties with him had not been cut off. I turned it on, looked at the contacts, and sure enough the only number listed was Jimmy's cell. I quickly sent off a text. Me: Thanks for the cell, it means a lot. Sorry about my parents. Jimmy: They have every right to be upset. It's what parents do, overreact. Me: I need to get out of here. Jimmy: Just lay low for a while. Suffer through being grounded until they decide to act. Me: But what if they call the police on you? Jimmy: I told you, if that happens then I will accept the consequences of my actions. Me: I'm really sorry. Jimmy: Don't ever be sorry for enjoying your life. They're the ones with the problem, not you. Me: You're crazy. Jimmy: You learned from the best haha. I'll do my best to get you out of there ASAP. Me: Thanks. You're the best. Jimmy: I know ;-) I had faith in him, to do everything in his power to get me out of this situation. I just had to be patient and bide my time. Meanwhile, during my horrible, boring, meaningless days being locked up in the house, things were quite tense. My parents refused to look at me, and when I did catch them stealing a glance, they quickly made it look as if they had never looked in the first place. I couldn't stand it! These were my parents, for fuck sake! Shouldn't they love me unconditionally, or some psycho-babble like that? I managed to survive 4 full days of absolute boredom before I cracked under the pressure. A guy can only masturbate so many times a day! I needed sex, needed to be using my dick to fuck some slave's worthless hole and spill my seed into him! The almost-constant texts from Jimmy helped, because he told me of all the things I was missing, but it wasn't the same. I needed to be there in the thick of the action. I told him to come and get me as soon as possible, and that I would handle my parents. He reluctantly agreed, even though he didn't think it was a good idea. I said I didn't care, because someone was going to end up dead. Okay, not literally, but in that teenage melodramatic way of saying "I'll kill you if you don't shut up" type of thing, ya know? I packed all of my clothes into every bag I could find. I only had my backpack and one suitcase, but enough clothes to fill three. Not to mention all my DVD's, DVD player, and all the other stuff I wanted to take. Finally I texted Jimmy again, asked him what I should bring and what I should leave, and he said to bring whatever I wanted, but not to bring an overly large amount of stuff. He was quiet for a while, and then he texted that he was in town, so I knew I only had about ten more minutes. I grabbed my backpack and suitcase, carried it downstairs and put it by the front door. "What do you think you're doing?" my mother asked from the kitchen, and a moment later I heard the chair scratch against the hardwood floor as she stood up, then appeared in the doorway. "You're not going anywhere." "Watch me," I said as I headed back upstairs, grabbed my other bags, and went back downstairs to face my parents. "You take that stuff right back up to your room right this instant," my father said, pointing a finger up the stairs. "You're still grounded." "This is absolute bullshit," I said. "I've been a fucking prisoner in this place, and I can't fucking stand it!" "Because you were out doing that nasty stuff with that disgusting old man!" my mother admonished. "Do either of you have any idea why I was at his place for the last week?" I yelled at them. They remained silent, so I answered my question. "Because neither of you even wished me a happy fucking birthday, and you left me here alone because you didn't think I would have a good time at Niagara Falls! Thanks for the perfect fucking birthday! Call the cops if you want to," I said, standing my ground, "but I'm leaving. We all know that it's the best thing for me. I'm going to crack under the pressure here, I can't stand it! You've been amazing parents and have allowed me to do basically anything I wanted, but enough is enough! You're not going to change who I am, because I know that's what you're trying to do! It's either me being here and hating you because I'm miserable, or you let me go and let me enjoy my life!" They were stunned into silence. A horn sounded out front, and I knew it must be Jimmy. Perfect timing. "That's him," I said with a smile. "Can I go, or would you rather call the morgue?" "The, the morgue?" my mother finally spoke, a hand clasped at her throat. I took a deep breath, hating myself for guilting them but knowing I needed to get out of there. "Yes, the morgue, because if you don't let me go, you're going to drive me to kill myself." Tears sprang up in my mother's eyes, a sob escaped her lips and she ran from the room. My father glared at me for a long moment, and then shook his head. "If you leave, you are no son of mine and will never be welcome here again. Do not call us, don't write, and don't contact your uncle, your grandparents or anyone else in this family. Is that understood?" I hadn't expected that. My mind raced with the emotional consequences of never speaking with my family again. If I left, I was sure that my father would tell everyone the things I'd done with Jimmy and they would be disgusted and not want to speak to me anyway. It was either my family, or Jimmy and the world I had grown to love. But did I have the heart to sever all contact with my loved ones? I loved my family with all my heart, and hated to give them up. But at the same time, I really wanted to continue my sex life with Jimmy. "Fine," I said after a long, tense silence. "Goodbye." The look on my father's face was one of pure shock. He had clearly thought I would choose my family. "Don't call us, don't ask us for money or help, ever again. We never want to see your face or hear your voice. You are no longer my son." "I love you too," I said with a smile as I picked up my luggage and left my home, for good. Jimmy saw me coming, jumped out of the driver's seat, opened up my door and helped me shove everything into the cab of the truck. It was a very tight fit, with both of us, a backpack, suitcase, and three bags of clothes. "What happened?" he wondered as he pulled out of the driveway. "Just drive, please," I whispered, suddenly unable to speak as my emotions took over. I'd just given up my family for good and wanted a good cry, which I managed to do the entire drive from my former home to my new one, at Jimmy's. By the time we reached my new home I didn't feel much better, but pushed on with my life because this was the decision I had chosen and now I had to live with the consequences. After we carried all my stuff inside and up to his room, I told Jimmy the conversation with my parents before I made my decision. "That's rough," Jimmy said and hugged me. "I'm sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, if my parents had given me that ultimatum, I would have chosen the alternative too." I looked at him, hesitant to ask the question that had just popped into my head. "No," he said in reply to my unasked question. "We are not discussing my father. I've made my decisions, he made his, and we live our lives. That's all you need to know, and all I will probably ever tell you." I couldn't help but think of that day when he'd introduced me to Keith, his father, who had enjoyed being subjected to the whim of the electro machine and humiliation for being overweight. Jimmy and I settled easily back into our old routine, with the exception that he was now my equal instead of someone who had been trying to turn me into his slave. We shared all the responsibilities of training. Mark, the house slave, was now a permanent figure in the household, having fully committed himself to Jimmy's service. Until I was in the thick of things and doing it full time, I never realized just how busy the life was of a true Master. There was always a constant flow of slaves, so our appointment book was always full. A few weeks following my permanent move into Jimmy's, we also took on two house slaves. He trained one, and I the other. His slave was none other than Fred, the guy from one of my first sessions, who had been into piss and extreme pain. He was the one who had a bucket tied to his balls. He was also, as Jimmy had described, the one who "wants me to take him to a gym locker room so he can be forced to sniff sweaty armpits, then be tied down and have his ass filled with as much jock piss as he can handle. And then, with an ass full of piss, he wants to be forced to do a complete one-hour workout. Strictly an endurance test. He says that if he fails, he will become my house slave for six months." As expected, Fred had indeed failed his test of endurance. Those six months, Fred said later, were "the best of my entire life!" Of course Jimmy and I traded off, using the other's slave when necessary, each of us applying our own unique techniques. I loved having my first true responsibility; there is absolutely nothing better than knowing that you can train a slave, molding him with just your hands, vocal controls and pain. It's something that was definitely my destiny to perform, the ultimate joie de vivre. Our slaves succeeded, of course, as if there was any doubt to the contrary. After Fred served his six-month contract, and after my slave served its 90-day and a nine-month contract, we sent them off with certificates of merit, giving them to Jimmy's friends who were in need of some well-trained house-slaves who would not question authority. Slaves came and went, seasons changed, time flew by, and before I knew it, my eighteenth birthday was thrust upon me like a surprise whirlwind hurricane visited upon the unsuspecting owners of a beachfront property. We made plans for a huge party, had a blast with all of our friends, and shot so many loads of cum that I swear it took a week for Mark to remove every trace of the sticky goo from our house. As the weeks and months passed following my milestone birthday, my time spent living with Jimmy became more and more a nuisance. Not in the bad sense, just in the sense that I felt it was time to live on my own; to have my own space where I could train my own slaves, to be my own person. Perhaps it was partially some sort of teenage rebellion, but more so it was mainly about having my own privacy and living space. I love Jimmy to death, and he was a wonderful trainer, and he understood perfectly when I mentioned to him about moving out. We looked for a place together. I didn't want something too over-the-top expensive, and we finally settled on a one-story, two-bedroom bungalow with a full basement; the location was good too, on the outskirts of town, about a ten-minute drive from Jimmy's. He gave me the money for the down-payment and first month's rent, and we spent more countless dollars on equipment that would fit my ideal needs as a Master. It took a few weeks for me to settle into my own routine. The session-slaves that Jimmy and I had spent the past few years sharing now had a choice of with whom they wished to train. Most chose Jimmy, which didn't surprise me in the slightest. The several who chose me were eager for a younger approach to things, as opposed to the more "archaic" ways that Jimmy portrayed. That's not to say that Jimmy is in any way archaic, because if it came down to a battle of toughness and true power, Jimmy would be the clear leader because he's had years more experience than me. My slaves and I settled into an easy pace in my own place. At least, it was an easy pace for me because by now I had nearly five years of training under my belt. In no way did the slaves have it easy. In fact, by then my sharp edge of mastery had been gleaned from so much time watching Jimmy at work. It wasn't until a few months before my nineteenth birthday that something happened to cause me to take a good, long look at myself. The death of my grandfather prompted a severe intrusion into my happiness. My parents had refused to allow me access to the viewing or funeral. I'd been stonewalled against everyone still alive, and the only way I had of releasing any of my grief was on my slaves. This, in and of itself, isn't necessarily a bad thing, because it just showed them how intense I could actually become. However, when the moment occurred that I nearly killed one of them out of rage was something different, entirely. He had been a new slave, so therefore had not yet learned my personal cues, something a seasoned slave would automatically pick up on. He had been trouble from the start, but on the day of his near-death he had been incredibly difficult to manage. He kept getting the rules wrong, and had earned himself a plethora of punishments, which kept piling upon themselves in quick succession. By the near-end of the session, he had accrued 250 punishment lashes. Now, I don't know of any slave who would be able to endure that many lashes in one sitting, but I was determined to prove myself wrong. In the rules that Jimmy had provided when I was thirteen, rule 34 clearly states that any punishment must be endured without any vocal words spoken. This slave in particular, after every whip or lash with a cane, would beg me to stop. Of course, each additional breakage of the rule earned him even more punishments. There was blood flying everywhere from the whip as it connected with skin and pulled it away. The more he begged, the harder I pushed, and the harder I pushed, the more he begged and the rougher I whipped him. It was a vicious, neverending circle. And finally, he begged one time too many, and I attacked him, wrapped my hands around his throat and choked him, the anger I felt toward my parents, the grief I felt at the loss of my grandfather, all of it funneled into my hands as I began to choke the life out of him. If Jimmy had not miraculously appeared at that moment in an unannounced visit, the slave would never have survived. Jimmy pulled me off him, released the slave from his bindings and let him leave before coming back to me. I just sobbed and sobbed into his shoulder for nearly an hour before I calmed myself down enough to talk about what had happened. I told him about the anger, the disappointment, the immensity of my grief, and he listened without comment until I was all talked out. At last, he suggested I take a vacation, and asked if I had any friends I could visit for a few days, a week or so, get my shit together, allow myself to grieve, and then come back fully rested. That was how I ended up in Orlando, Florida, the week of spring break. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 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