Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2019 21:05:53 +0000
From: storiesbyalex <storiesbyalex@protonmail.com>
Subject: Becoming His - chapter one

This story is intended for adults who like the idea of gay sex. If this
isn't you then you shouldn't be here reading it. If it's illegal for you to
access this, or you think it's offensive, then you shouldn't be here
either. It is fictional.

I'm very new at this but have wanted to do it for a little bit and I'd love
any feedback you have or ideas for things I can include. There's a twitter
for people that want to message me there (www.twitter.com/storiesbyalex)
and you can email me at storiesbyalex@protonmail.com

Please do if you feel like you want to - it would mean a lot.

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Darkness. That was my first thought when I woke up. At least, as much of a
thought as I could manage with my head feeling as fuzzy as it did. It was
like I was wrapped up inside of confusion and no single thought would form
for longer than a few seconds. However, one kept returning time and time
again: darkness.

I felt my eyelids flicker open and I attempted to blink but it didn't make
a difference. I couldn't see a single thing: no objects, no shapes not even
a single speck of light. The grogginess in my head as causing it to begin
hurting and I groaned out with the pain of it and of waking up. That is to
say, I believe I groaned out. Although I felt my mouth move and the air
expel from my lungs in order to make a sound, I actually heard... nothing.

My mind couldn't make sense of any of this. Everything was dark, everything
was silent. At first, I thought that I might just be in a dark room but
this all just felt so abnormal. Even when I sit in my room with the
blackout curtains in the middle of the night, there is still some small
amount of light that allows me to see some basic shapes at least.

Through the mist in my mind, I was starting to piece bits of information
together. If I couldn't see then there must be something stopping me from
seeing. As soon as I reached that bit of information, I started to realise
things a lot quicker. There was something on my face, something around my
eyes. I could feel it when I moved the muscles in my face - it was soft but
tight and it was very clear that it wasn't going to be moved no matter how
much I tried to move my head around.

The same was true for my hearing and, when I focused hard, I could feel
something cold on my head that was pressing my ears against the side of my
head, squashing them down. I figured that they must have been a pair of
headphones but I had no way of confirming that - all I knew was that it was
preventing me from hearing and stealing another of my senses from me.

I tried to move. I say tried because nothing happened. It wasn't that my
muscles weren't working, although they did appear to be as sluggish as my
brain was being if not even more so, but rather that I appeared to be
restrained. For some reason, when I attempted to move my arms to remove
whatever it was that was blocked my eyes and ears, they barely moved and I
became aware of some kind of material wrapped around them. From the feeling
in my shoulders, they seemed to be pulled away from each other and the same
also appeared to be true for my legs. The only part of my body that could
feel anything more substantial against it was my feet. Although, given that
I still seemed to have a pair of shoes on, that didn't tell me anything
other than the fact that I was stood on something.

It all came flooding back to me then. The advertisement I'd seen online and
the conversation I'd had with the guy responsible for it. He'd been looking
for a submissive - someone to serve his every whim. He was paying and the
amount you got would depend on how long you stuck it out. I'd been
intrigued. Whilst I'd always thought of submitting to another man, and
spent a lot of time on places like nifty reading stories and watching rough
sex porn on different sites, I'd never done it real life. I'd wanted to for
a couple of months now but just couldn't bring myself to do it. This seemed
to offer me a chance to do this whilst, for the eighteen year old uni
student part of me, making me some money too. Curiousity had caused me to
message at first but, the more we talked, the more I got into it. There
were rules, of course, and there was safe word. If at any point it got too
much, you could say it and make everything stop. But, if you did, it'd all
be over and you could never come back again. Even that rule made it all the
more tempting to me. I didn't know who he was and he never showed me his
face. At first, that made me a little uneasy, especially as I had to send
him several pictures of me as part of my application, but in time I came to
understand that that was just part of the deal. If he wanted to show
himself to me then he would but, if he didn't then I might never see him.

I've been in control for most of my life - my parents weren't much good
and, from an unreasonably early age, I was practically raising myself. The
chance to step away from that and give control over to someone else, the
opportunity to have all the decisions made for me, was so intoxicating and
he made it sound so good that, in the end, I couldn't resist.

We'd arranged a time and I'd given him my address. I was to wait,
blindfolded, in my bedroom with the door unlocked and I would be
collected. I remember that happening and just how hard my heart had been
beating when the first of two sets of hands had taken hold of me. I'd been
placed in a van, in the back on my own, but not before my wrists were
cuffed together so that I couldn't remove the blindfold. I don't remember
getting out of the van so I must have passed out and woken up here.

Then the realisation of what 'here' was hit me like a ton of bricks - I was
tied somewhere, unable to move, unable to see and unable to hear. This had
been done deliberately and had been something that I'd signed up to. For a
brief moment, fear gripped me and I was very tempted to shout out the safe
word but, at the last moment, I stopped myself. It had only just started
and I needed to see where this was going first. He had explained that there
was going to be times when I was afraid and that, sometimes, that was
needed but that he would make sure that I was safe and that I needed to
trust in him. I don't know why, but I did.

However, I wasn't about to sit there as quiet as a mouse. After a deep
breath, I shouted out as loudly as I could, hoping to attract someone and
let them know that I was awake. Nothing happened so I sucked in as much air
as I could and started to scream again but, this time, I was
interrupted. As soon as I began to make noise, something cold hit very hard
against my cheek. It was painful and, normally, may have caused me to cry
out by itself but, in this moment, it stunned me completely. I hesitated a
moment, feeling the hot sting as it lingered on my face. It hurt but it
taught me one thing: I wasn't here alone. I wondered if it was him.

There was nothing then. Nothing for a while. I had no way to tell how much
time had passed but it felt like an eternity. I began to wonder whether the
slap across my cheek had been real or not. Perhaps it had just been an
illusion conjured up by my mind as I desperately searched for some sense of
the world to latch on to. I had almost convinced myself that I had made it
up when I felt a change in the air around me. Suddenly, something began
pulling at me. My clothes were being pulled at from all directions: my
t-shirt sliding up from behind, my jeans being undone at the
front. Something was pulling them from me but then, as quickly as it had
begun, it stopped. All was still again for a moment and then I felt
something very cold against my skin. If I'd had to guess I'd have said it
was metal but it felt as cold as ice when it was the only thing that any of
my senses could focus on. It moved across my skin, not always touching me
but doing so repeatedly and in different places. At one point, I could have
sworn that there were two objects but, in my confused state, I couldn't be
sure.

After another moment of stillness, my clothes were torn from me. I have no
idea how they came away so easily but it felt as if they had been ripped to
shreds from my body. Even my boxers had been removed. My senses were
suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of the cold air around me - wherever I
was, there was no shred of heat and I had only not felt it before because
of my coverings keeping me warm. Something slightly warmer took hold of my
right leg and lifted it slightly. The touch felt odd - it was unwelcome and
unknown but, at the same time, a pleasant contrast to the ice-cold that the
rest of my body was experiencing. My shoe was pulled at and my sock removed
as well. The warmth left me and then returned to my left leg. As it pulled,
I was forced to return my right foot to the floor which, through the senses
in my foot, I could not tell was cold and hard, like a concrete. This
process was repeated with my left foot and it was returned to the floor.

I was left again although this time I knew several things: I was somewhere
cold with a concrete floor and there was definitely at least one person
here with me, if not more. I'm pretty sure that the warmth touching me was
his, or her, hands. For some reason, they had stripped me naked except from
my blindfold, headphones and whatever it was that was pressing against my
skin and keeping me in place.

Cold metal was returned to my skin on my chest but, this time, it wasn't
still. It appeared to vibrate against me and I cried out in surprise. As
soon as the words left my mouth, a short and sharp slap hit the left cheek
of my bum. It stung for a moment but the warm thing that made it lingered
for a second. It was enough time for me to know that it must definitely
have been someone's hand. This confirmed for me that I could be heard and I
was reassured that my safe word was still something that I could use if I
needed to, although the part of me that wanted to was completely
overwhelmed by the part of me that was curious about what would happen
next. The vibrating object began to move across my body in straight
lines. It traveled back and forth over my chest and when it was pulled
away, I felt the bristles of a brush against me, wherever it had been. It
moved downwards only gliding over my abs for a very short amount of time
however, it them started to spent a lot of time in my pubic region.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped my soft cock and I know that I moaned out at
feeling this. I didn't want to but, as a response to the touch, I could
feel my cock beginning to harden as the blood searched out the heat of
whoever this was. It was moved to one side and the vibrating metal
continued. It seemed that it pulled my dick in the opposite direction to
where the vibrating metal touched me and my mind tried to search for a
reason for this. I could only come up with one. I'd had enough haircuts at
the barbers to know that what I was feeling now had to be an electric
shaver, the kind they use on the sides and back of your hair. For whatever
reason, someone was removing the hair from my body; they'd done my chest
and were now working their way through my pubes. I tried to move to pull
away but my bindings were just too tight for me to do that.

The razor finished in my pubes and moved on across the rest of my
body. Nothing was left untouched - my legs, my arms. In fact, the only
hairs that it seemed would be left on my body were on my head. For whatever
reason, I was being transformed but by who and for what, I had no idea. The
warmth didn't return to my dick but, for some reason, it stayed hard and I
could feel how it jutted out from my body.

A few seconds passed after the razor was finally removed when something
change. I heard a click and suddenly it was like air was reaching my eyes
again but the headphones hadn't been removed. Then it came, a low and deep
sound, slightly distorted: "You deserve this, you know."

My brain yearned for sound and the words were more than welcome. I actually
found myself hoping that they would continue.

"I wanted you to know that. I know you've wanted this, needed this, for so
long. You're going to understand now."

The sound clicked again and all was silent.

I allowed the words to wash over me - my mind hungry for them. I twisted
and turned them in my mind trying to search for anything that they could
tell me about 'him' and what might happen to me but no answers came.

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I hope you liked the start of the story. It's more kinky than my other
story but I thought I'd try it and see what people think - should I
continue?

Remember, my twitter is www.twitter.com/storiesbyalex and email is
storiesbyalex@protonmail.com if you want to contact me with any feedback or
ideas (or just for a chat!)

Thanks!