Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 06:42:42 GMT From: "karuwa@juno.com" Subject: Caleb 1 Caleb woke up, not quite sure what he had just experienced. It slowly dawned on him where he was. The night before, he had offered himself to the Master, a large muscular Man, who answered the boy's classified ad on the Internet. The Man had emailed and told the boy to show up at a nondescript building in an industrial area, to go downstairs, strip and kneel. Few words had been exchanged, but Caleb had dreamed of submitting to a large, powerful Man, and had finally gathered up all his courage to make it happen for real. No names had been exchanged, just a few brief emails that said where and when to report. When the door opened, it was too dark to make out much detail, but the Man who let the boy in smelled like leather and sweat. His face was mostly covered by a black leather mask. The Master was shirtless, with a body like a linebacker, defined, hairy, with a broad, hairy, masculine chest that looked like it had been carved from stone. His hands seemed huge, in short black leather gloves. It was an intimidating, but intensely exciting sight. Once inside, the Man just barked, "strip, bitch." Shaking, but excited, Caleb obeyed. He felt the Man's strong hand irresistably force his now-naked body into a kneeling position on the floor, and before he knew it, felt his wrists being locked into restraints behind his back. In a deep, growly voice, the hulk of a man calmly asked, "are you here to be my slave, faggot?" The boy just bowed his head and nodded his consent. Almost as if the words were coming from someone else's mouth, he said "Please, Sir, I want to belong to You. I'll do anything You want. Anything." That's when his memories got fuzzy. A sweet-smelling rag suddenly covered his mouth, and things had gone black. He wasn't sure how long he had been there, or what would happen next. The slender, naked young boy realized he was hanging from the rafters in a cool, dimly lit basement room. Thick leather cuffs held him to heavy chains, suspended from bare rafters in the ceiling, and his ankles were chained, held apart by a metal bar. If he tried, the balls of his bare feet could just reach the cold concrete floor. His wrists hurt a bit, and as he opened his eyes, he felt oddly cold. He wasn't naturally hairy, but was suddenly aware that his armpits and crotch felt a little funny. Looking down, he could see that his crotch had been shaved, along with his legs and armpits. There was a funny feeling between his legs, a slight soreness, and he felt strangely funny inside, empty, and there was a greasy feeling between his legs. His arms and legs were pulled apart, splayed and ready to be used for whatever the Master might want. Shivers ran up his spine as the masked figure approached his helpless body. The Man walked up, and with an oddly gentle touch, ran a hand down the smooth skin of his thighs. He began slowly squeezing his balls, growling, "You like that boy?" "Yes, Sir", he replied, clenching his jaw in pain. With a heavy breath of satisfaction, the masked Man slid His hands around the slave's helpless body. Slowly, the moments stretched out, seeming like hours, as He reached for the boy's nipples and lightly pinched them. The boy moaned, rising up on his toes, his cock responding involuntarily, becoming rock hard, and dripping with pre-cum. "Good boy", He replied, once more teasing the tender nipples between His fingers and slowly biting the boy's ear. Caleb gasped for breath, straining against the chains. The masked Man grabbed the boy by the hips and slowly pulled him back, rubbing the hard, throbbing flesh of his massive shaft on the small of the helpless boy's sweaty, naked back. As the chins snapped tight the boy struggled harder to breathe, feeling his weight pulling against the restraints. A strong, chemical smell filled his nostrils, and Caleb felt a rag against his face, as his head began to swim. There was a warm feeling in his head and a rush of blood. His hairless dick began to throb a bit, and his bottom felt warm. Master reached up Caleb's arms and released the shackles. Before the boy could respond, the Masked Man pulled the slave's arms to his ankles and locked them in place. "Now, boy, you're gonna get what you've been begging for. Caleb felt the Man slide a thick, greasy finger up his tight young boyhole, filing it with a thick, heavy glob of lube. Part of him wanted to resist, but more of him felt hungry and lusted for more. The boy winced as he felt the thick hard tip of the Master's massive dick pressing up against the silky pink flesh of his tight, virgin boyhole. Caleb knew he wanted cock, needed it, but suddenly, the feeling stopped. The masked Man's hands gripped the boy's smooth, slim hips, controlling them with His thick, strong hands. The boy moaned, feeling Master's throbbing uncut cock slip up his back and back down again to his hole. The chains snapped, stinging the boy's sweaty, naked body. and a loud, animal yell echoed off the wall. Master just stood there, a knowing smile on His face. Helpless, with the boy felt a hand reach around to his rock-hard dick. The Man's rough hands felt intensely strong, His touch making the boy drip pre-cum, wetting the shaft of his cock. Caleb felt his Master's other hand grab his balls, pulling down on them roughly. The boy's head was spinning, lost between pleasure and pain. Master dipped his thick fingers into the tub of lube, and rubbed it on his thick uncut shaft. He grabbed the boy by the hips once more and slides deep in to the boy's hot hole, filling it with his manhood. Waves of pain and pleasure shot thought the boy's body. From deep in his belly came cries and moans as his Sir's thick, hot shaft rammed the boyhole's hungry wetness and banged into his prostate. The helpless slave felt his dick oozing more pre-cum, making pools on the floor beneath his helpless body. The sounds of skin smacking and chains rattling echoed off the hard concrete walls. Gradually, the boy's moans became quieter, more subtle as his insides submitted to the feeling of the dick deep ramming inside him mercilessly. Sir picked up the pace, sensing His total control and power over the boy's limp body, thrusting faster and faster and getting more violent with each stroke. The large, muscled man's breath is more labored, deeper, and faster as His veins begin to throb. The Master pounds even harder, shoving his rod deeper, taking full control over the body He knows is His to use. Caleb whimpered and gasped for air, begging for the Man to stop as Master's throbbing cockhead pounded his hole. He felt his legs give way, but Man just rammed harder and deeper. The boy knows his cries will be useless, as his hole gripped the Man's giant horsedick, bringing it closer and closer to exploding. Each thrust banged harder than the last. Caleb heard himself scream as his insides start to tighten with every thrust of his Master's muscled body against his helpless ass. The larger Man's body was drenched in sweat that rolled down his hairy pecs and rolled down to the floor, filling the room with heat and musky mansmells. The boy wondered how much more he could take. His abdomen quivered as his tears and sobs made his whole body shake uncontrollably. The Man's body thrusted even deeper and his shaft stretched the battered hole. Finally, the boy heard a deep growl emerge from the Man who know owns him, feeling his bowels fill with the Master's seed. The boy's battered hole dripped hot spunk, sending him over the edge. Caleb's organs seize as he submits to his body' need to release, uncontrollably squirting hot boycum onto the floor. As the Master pulled His softening member from the tortured boyhole, dribbles of cum and lube dripped from Caleb's ass. Strings of cum oozed from the Man's dick and onto the floor as He he walked around the boy's naked form. The boy felt his wrists released from his restraints, and fell limp onto the floor. The Man he now knows as his Master grabs him by the chin and shoves his slick, cum covered dick into the boy's willing mouth. Caleb opened his throat wide, unable to do anything but submit. Hot piss spewed from the giant cock. It felt like it would never stop. Master growled "take it all, faggot, swallow it". Caleb chugged what seemed like gallons of hot piss, till the Man pulled His cock out, and soaked the boy's face, chest, and the boy's own cum-covered crotch with his yellow stream. "Good boy", He says as He put His now softening cock back into the greasy Levi's. Looking up from the floor, the boy swallowed the last drops of his Master's juice and looked up. "Can I go, Sir? Please? I promise, I'll be good". Master smiled just a little, but said nothing. He walked over to a big wooden box in the corner. Caleb saw the Man retrieve heavy iron shackles and chains. Soon, the boy's ankles, neck, and wrists are locked to a bolt on the floor. Master just turned away, without saying a word, then walked to the door. Again, the boy sobs "I promise, I'll be good Sir, I'll do anything You say, please, Sir...Sir. But his cries get no response at all. Master's boots are the only sound, walking across the room. As He reached the door, suddenly the light went out. The boy finally hears what he wanted most. In a calm, deep voice, Master said , "I love you, son", closed the door, and locked it behind Him. Caleb felt his whole body relax, and he curled up into a ball on the floor. He started to wonder when Master will come back, and felt his hairless little dick get hard again. Reaching down, he rubbed a finger on his greasy, cum-filled hole, then into his mouth. It smelled like Master. He exhaled deeply, and fell asleep. From now on, he knew he would dream only of Master.