Date: Thu, 08 Mar 2012 14:57:33 -0500
From: Pepe Manero <pepemanero@mail.com>
Subject: My Start as a Slaveboy

My name is Pepe, and I was born in Spain to an English father and Spanish
mother. I was sent to an English boys boarding school when my parents
separated, but would still often be able to spend holidays in the Spanish
sunshine with my Mum. At the time this story starts I was just thirteen and
starting at my public school for boys aged from thirteen to eighteen.

I was, I am told, an attractive boy. Slim, tanned, and athletic with a
shock of dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and I was fond of any sports being
much respected in the football and cricket teams but I was particularly
keen on swimming and enjoyed showing off in my little modern string sided
speedo briefs. I had soon learned that particular masters would enjoy
coming to watch!

Now I should tell you as a background that from an early age I had always
had secret fantasies about bondage and slavery and I particularly enjoyed
reading pirate tales, especially when the hero was captured and put to work
for the pirates on the boat. In my fantasy he would always be near naked,
often kept tied up, and the men would especially enjoy it when he was
punished for any misdemeanour and that happened often in my fantasies! In
those dreams I would deliberately do things wrong so that I would be
punished. Dragged up before the men, tied with hands above my head, clad
only now in a skimpy loin cloth or sometimes naked, I would show them all
how tough I was as the bosun picked up a ropes end and my punishment
commenced. This would be my signal to have a good wank as I imagined it
all. My hormones were running strongly by now!

So you can imagine my delight one day, when the history and games master
gave us a lesson on the Spartan history era. He described how boys of our
age would vie with each other to prove their strength and bravery. As he
spoke and told us of how the boys would enter into whipping competitions to
see who could take the most lashes I felt myself throbbing rigidly in my
bikini pants, and looking around the class at my mates I could see quite a
bit of adjustments in the crotch area taking place!

At the end of the lesson the master dismissed us, but added that if anyone
had any questions about the lesson he could stay on a few minutes and he
would explain the scene further. So I stayed put when the others left until
he called me over.

"So do you want to hear more about the Spartan boys then Pepe?"

"Yes Sir, yes I do. I often imagine things like that and so to hear that it
really happened is exciting!"

"You actually imagine things like that happening Pepe? Tell me, do you
really?"

"Well yes Sir. I have always imagined things like that, for several years
now in fact!"

"Maybe you would like to come to my cottage then, and I can show you some
real pictures of boys who like that sort of thing. Don't ever think you may
be odd Pepe, because there are lots of boys who enjoy acting out bondage
games. They become slave boys and I have collected a lot of photos of
them. Would you like to see them?"

"Oh wow, yes Sir, please Sir. When can I come to see you?"

"I will arrange for you to have an afternoon of extra tuition on Saturday
instead of sports. You will come to my cottage and I will tell you more
about it then."

He gave me details then of the time and what to tell my friends and I
scampered off, extremely excited at the prospect.

Come Saturday the morning passed slowly and my excitement grew as lunchtime
came and went. I did not know what to expect as I made my way down to my
Masters cottage and knocked on the door.

"Come in Pepe." And he put a friendly hand came behind my head to guide me
inside before he closed and locked the door and led me through to his main
living room which I noticed had the curtains drawn and lights on.

"Come over here and tell me about what you imagine then, but maybe first
have a look at these pictures of boys like you with fantasies like yours
probably!"

I looked at the first black and white picture of a boy, my age, tied by his
wrists to an overhead beam. He was naked but for a tiny piece of cloth
hanging over a cord around his waist and this was all he had to hide his
very obvious erection. He looked stunningly erotic. The next picture showed
my own Master squatting beside the boy and attaching a spacer bar with
straps to his ankles to hold his legs apart! Then there were pictures of
him removing the boy's loincloth to leave him tied and stark naked.

"Well young Pepe, what do you think of that then?"

"Sort of exciting Sir!"

"Now do this only if you agree, I want you to take off your shirt, and then
stand in front of me, turn with your back to me and hold your hands behind
your back!"

"Yes Sir!"

I did as I was told and felt my hands being bound tightly behind me and
then masters hands were feeling my throbbing boyhood excitement.

"Come with me boy, I have a video that I want you to see in my special room
and you can watch it with your hands tied behind you before I ask you
whether you want to go on further!"

I followed him as instructed, meekly and willingly to be shown into a large
bare room with a screen against one wall and a sofa against the other.

Master sat me down on the sofa and sat beside me, and as he worked the
remote the video started. A boy about my age walked on from one side and
stood in front of an obvious Master figure. He was wearing only a loin
cloth which in turn was tented out with an obvious erection. He willingly
held out his hands and the man buckled on leather cuffs. Again, willingly
and obviously enjoying it the boy offered his cuffed wrists to be fastened
to a spacer bar hanging overhead. The man tightened up on the boys wrists
until his body was stretched up tightly.

"Do you deserve to be punished boy?" came the gruff question.

"Yes Sir. I deserve to be whipped and I want to be whipped. Please Sir,
will you whip me now, and I promise not to make a fuss or you will have to
give me more!"

I watched the video fascinated as the man whipped the young boy who writhed
and squirmed as each lash landed. First his back was lashed, then down his
chest and tummy until he more or less hung from his bonds and I could see a
sheen of sweat on his bare torso. But despite the whipping obviously
hurting I could see that his body was not really heavily marked and that in
an hour or so it would have faded away. The boy on the video spoke again.

"Thank you Sir. I deserved that, and now, can I have my reward!"

"The man knelt down in front of the boy, undid the drawstring on the tiny
loin cloth and took the boys throbbing genitals into his mouth. After a few
moments the boy stiffened in his bonds and gave a little cry of pleasure as
he rewarded his Master with a few jets of clear sweet boy cum.

The video finished with the boy being taken down and hugged by the man, who
kissed and fondled him before the picture faded.

"Well now Pepe, what did you think of that?" and as he asked the master's
hand gently continued rubbing and fondled my smooth velvety twitching uncut
boyish erection.

"Fantastic Sir, oh wow, that boy was fantastic, but even so, I bet I could
take it as well as he did, or even better really Sir!"

"Oh you think so do you boy. Well if you really think so, we had better put
it to the test, and now is as good a time as any!"

"I really mean it Sir, I really want to show you how tough I am. I want to
be whipped just like that boy. Can we do it now Sir?"

I felt my wrists being untied then, and soon Sir was buckling on soft
leather cuffs and leading me to stand under a spacer bar hanging from the
roof and all this time my erection pounded and throbbed in the little loin
cloth I was still wearing.

"This is it then boy, this is your initiation to being my slave boy. You
have asked for it, you seem to want it so now we will get started.

End of chapter one. I would really appreciate feedback as to whether you
enjoyed the story so far, and ideas for what you would like to happen to
the very willing Pepe as he grows up and demands ever stronger medicine!

Pepemanero@mail.com