Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 21:57:55 EDT
From: Hornychris@aol.com
Subject: Becoming a slave the easy way (MMMB reluc first)

This is the story of my life to date, or at least the bits of my life
that you might care about. It is my first effort and all feedback is
welcome (hornychris@aol.com). All the usual disclaimers apply.

CHAPTER ONE

I guess I was the perfect victim really - lonely, self conscious and more
than a little bit naive. Stuart spotted me immediately. He specialised in
boys like me and he always got what he wanted.

Of course, I didn't know that then. He was just a figure in the crowd -
one of the many guys in the background. I'd gone to a fairly typical gay
bar in London and was already tanked up on vodka by the time I arrived. I
stood at the bar alone, increasingly desperate. Why didn't anyone talk to
me? I was 17 then, fairly fit and well toned. My hair was short and
stylish, and I'd especially chosen those jeans because they made my bulge
look bigger than it really is. Plenty of men looked but nobody talked to
me, and being new to the scene I was convinced it was because I wasn't
good looking enough.

I got some attention though. The first time was in the toilet when I went
for a piss. An older guy, late 40s I guess, stood at the urinal next to
me and was blatantly looking at my cock. "You're a bit young for this
place, aren't you?", he said. I looked ahead and didn't reply. "Old
enough judging by the size of that thing though", he grinned as he
reached over and put his hand against my meat. "No", I said. "Don't." He
smiled and took my cock in his hand, pulling my foreskin right back. I
was glued to the spot. "Don't", I pleaded. He looked at me almost with
pity and undid the top button of my jeans so they fell down. "Leave
them," he said. "No one will mind."

I felt another hand touch me from behind and reach inside my shorts. My
heart was racing. The first guy took my hand and wrapped it round his
hard cock, the second guy was lifting my shirt up to expose my smooth
stomach and chest. Then the worst thing happened: the door swung open and
a third guy walked in. He smiled, but I paniced. I tried to pull my jeans
up but the first guy held my arm tightly and moved in to kiss me hard,
his tongue pushing deep into my mouth. "No!" I shouted, and all three
laughed. I pulled back and nearly tripped with my jeans round my ankles,
but managed to break free and get them up. "He'll learn", said one of
them as I made for the door.

Back at the bar, I knew Stuart was watching me, and that felt good. He
was everything I wasn't: confident, popular and really well dressed. I
willed him to come over but every time he caught me looking back he
looked away. Eventually I gave up, knowing it was my last chance to leave
if I was to get the last train home. To my amazement, he followed me out.

The street outside was quiet save for a few guys leaving the bar. It was
a cold night, but there were street lights and it was bright. I felt ok.

"How big is your cock, boy?" was the first thing he said. I was shocked
and stammered back: "About medium, I think".

"Shame", he said. "I was hoping you'd be big like me."

I looked away. I'd never had a conversation like this before.

"How many cocks have you had up you?"

"A few", I lied. I think he knew.

"I'll be honest with you boy. I don't really go for chicken but I could
do with an easy lay tonight. Are you up for it or not?"

I was up for it, big time, but it felt all wrong. I'd lied about the few
times - I'd never got further than wanking with my school friends. This
was a big step and I knew it should be with a guy I liked and who liked
me. I looked away.

"Your loss, cunt", he said, walking off back towards the bar. My heart
was racing again. "What? Why? Don't go."

"You're just a fucking prick tease. Nobody in there wanted you, I only
offered because I felt sorry for you and now you've shamed me."

"Sorry."

"Fuck off. Run home to mummy and daddy."

I exploded. "They're dead! Who are you? Leave me alone! I'm not a tease,
I didn't mean any offence! Just leave me alone!"

He stepped forward and without saying anything shoved his hand roughly
down the front of my jeans. His eyes locked with mine. He reached down
low and squeezed my balls, then pushed further and got his hand behind
and felt my arse crack. It hurt but I wasn't saying anything, I just
stood there. A passer-by wolf whistled. I was frozen to the spot, half
terrified and half horny as hell. My cock was rock hard and Stuart was
pressing into it roughly with his arm as he felt my arse. "You're gonna
learn a lot tonight", he said with a wink. "It's gonna be the longest
night of your fucking life."

To be continued...