Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 17:48:25 -0700 (PDT) From: John Jones Subject: Cody Enters My Life 3 Cody Enters My life By John johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com This series of completely fictional work could be categorized in either the Gay Male Authoritarian section, or the Adult Youth Section of the Nifty Archives. You must be of legal age where you reside in order to view this. If you are offended by material pertaining to the humiliation, spanking, punishment, or sexual abuse of adult males do not read this. If you are offended by material pertaining to sexual relationships between an adult male and a teen boy, then do not read it either. I awoke about two hours later, still naked and face up on the rough cot in the one room cabin. The fire was lower, and it was getting cold. I got up, dressed, and checked my rifle. The snow was not deep, so I knew I would not need the snow shoes kept in the cabin. I added wood to the fire, then headed out to find dinner. About a mile out from the cabin, I saw sign of deer. The hoof prints led off toward a hollow that I had hunted many times with my grandfather. Rather than following the tracks, I quietly crept to the right, encircling the meadow where I knew the deer would be feeding through the snow. As I suspected, there was a young (2 point) buck. I was pleased by this, as I did not plan to be at the cabin more than a week and did not want to kill something bigger. I took aim, and dropped him in his tracks with one shot. The field dressing took under 15 minutes, and I then put the carcass over my shoulders and hiked back to the cabin. Upon arriving, I quartered the deer, hanging 3 of the quarters up in a tree where bears could not reach, and then cutting steaks off of the 4th. I then hung the rest of that quarter in the trees, and carried my steaks into the cabin. I placed more wood on the fire and stripped down to my boxer briefs. I washed my arms and hands from the blood, then took the old skillet and fried up the steaks. I ate them still rare and bloody, satisfied with the kill. By now it was about 6 pm, just an hour after sunset. The lights were still working, and I sat and tried to think about my future. However, my mind wandered again, and I soon found myself taking out the Acer notebook computer and the satellite device that would allow me to get on line, even from that remote place. I began to search for contacts in the nearest major city, thinking about actually fulfilling my now 10 plus year fantasies. After an hour or so, I had found a site that was specific to gay male BDSM, and set up a profile complete with body pic and description: ?26 year old white male seeks punishment and humiliation. No experience, but want to explore in a safe setting. I am 6-2, 190, muscular, blond/blue, 8 cut, and have some body hair. Fantasize about corporal punishment, humiliation, and sexual service?. Additionally, I posted a less explicit listing on Craigslist in the M4M section. I then turned my attention to the bigger situation and mentally summarized it as follows: 1. At the age of 26, I have more money than I can ever use. 2. This comes with responsibility for a variety of investments, about which I know nothing, and the Lodge which my grandfather loved and which is kept up and protected by men who my grandfather made a long term commitment to. 3. I am a physician, but really did that to prove myself and now have no need to practice. 4. I am a bi/gay male, with little gay experience, who has sick fantasies that I cannot get out of my head. During my thoughts, I was generally aware of the sound of some e mails coming in (to the false name account I had set up of course). I opened my e mail account and in the one hour since I had posted, had 6 messages. The first two messages were obviously ?bots, set to replay to any CL post. I deleted those. One of the messages was from the BDSM site at which I had registered. It was from ?Strictdaddy 200?. The message read as follows: ?50 year old experienced strict Daddy available to punish and humiliate you. I will beat your ass, rape you raw, piss in your mouth, and shave your head. Then I will take photos and put them on line?. This one sounded way over the top, and I chose not to reply. The next one was more reasonable, and came from the CL Post: ?experienced disciplinarian, age 40, available to meet with you. Safe and discreet?. I replied to that one, asking to hear more about him. The final reply was also on CL ?24 year old frat boy wants to train you to serve me and my buds?. I replied to that one too. Then I got up and went outside to the outhouse. I put on my boots, but otherwise just wore my shorts. The deermeat had been rich, and I needed to take a shit. I hurried this, and was back in 5 minutes, shivering a bit from the cold. My messenger showed that I had 3 messages. I reached down, and felt my dick which was already half hard. I also noticed that my scrotum was shriveled from the cold, and that my balls were really tight in it. Before I replied, I decided that I would act a little on my fantasies. I got up, and reached for the heavy belt on my pants. I folded it in half, dropped my boxer-briefs, and delivered 20 blows, as hard as I could, to each side of my ass. It hurt like hell, and my dick responded by getting fully hard. Then, I stood with my legs spread wide, and thought of another punishment fantasy. Acting it out, I swung the doubled over heavy belt as hard as I could, striking my shriveled scrotum and balls. I screamed in agony and went down hard. After a couple of minutes I was able to get up, regretting what I had done, and with still throbbing balls went back to the computer to see who had replied. Now I had 4 responses. The first was from the 40 year old guy, including a pic of a middle aged guy with a beard, and indicating that he was available to provide spanking and other corporal punishment to deserving men. He asked for a picture of me, and indicated that he was skilled with hand, paddle, belt, cane, and strap. He said the punishment could be nonsexual or sexual, and asked me to described what I wanted. I replied in some detail, with a nude body pic taken on my webcam, and was honest about my lack of experience and my fantasies. The second reply was from ?fratboy24?. He was pretty rough and direct: ?Listen faggot, we both know what you want. You need to have your ass whipped by me and the other guys, then you need to suck cock while you get fucked up the ass. Then you need to get pissed on, and sent home stinking?. Send me a full pic NOW bitch. I was instantly hard, but frightened. This mirrored my fantasies, and the guy was basically my age. However, I wasn?t sure I was ready for this. Never the less, I took a fully frontal pic, including my face, and was hard when I took it. I sent it and asked him to tell me what his ?expectations were?. The third reply puzzled me but was from the BDSM site profile: ?35 year old pro dom available to train you. Full dungeon available; additional doms or slaves available?. I sent a short note asking what a ?pro dom? was. The 4th was an impatient note from the fratboy, obviously sent a minute or two after the first note while I was spanking myself, asking why the fuck I hadn?t replied. I simply replied: ?sorry sir, available now?. Instantly, there was a reply by fratboy: ?bitch, what is your messenger?. I replied with it, and a minute later found an invitation from him to connect on messenger. Hard as a rock, dripping, and probably red faced I accepted the message. As I did this, I noted some other e mails, but was focused on fratboy. The messenger popped up: ?Bitch, do you have a cam?. I replied ?yes sir, but the connection may not be good?, as I was uncertain of the bandwidth of my satellite connection. ?Turn it on now cunt? was the reply. I did so and was quickly given orders: ?Put the computer on a table, and stand in front of it so I can see your whole body?. I did so, noting that I was hard, but not caring. Then the next message came: ?turn around so I can see the back of you, then bend over and spread your cheeks so I can see your pussy?. I turned around, but felt weird about the second part and said ?I don?t know if I can do that Sir?. He replied instantly: You have 5 seconds to do it, or I will never talk to you again?. I turned spread my cheeks, and showed my asshole which had never been seen by another person, and never penetrated by anything larger than my finger?. The computer indicated another message, so I stood up and read it: ?Good boy, now sit down and let?s chat?. We then spent the next 45 minutes with my revealing most of my fantasies, and his showing that these were his fantasies as well, and that his frat brothers were there and ready to play. Finally, I indicated that I would be in town in a week or two, and he gave me a number to call. I turned off the cam, and went to my remaining messages. The first was from the 40 year old guy. He seemed really polite, and described a number of punishment scenarios. I replied that the one where I was a kid who got his computer searched by his uncle, and was found to have porn, was the hottest. In the scene, the ?boy? got his ass spanked really long and hard by hand, then with a hairbrush until he was crying. However, the scenario included no real sexual humiliation. The second message was from another guy from the BDSM site, but he was 50, married, and wanted to be a fellow submissive while his wife punished us. Not my thing, so I didn?t reply. The third was from the Pro Dom. He described that he makes his living dominating men, sent me a link to his website, and shared the rates with me. The rates were incredibly high to me, but I was not yet thinking like a guy who had more money than I could spend. I hit the link, and went to his site. It showed that he had a private sound proof site downtown that was equipped for all BDSM activities. As I looked at the site, I was amazed by the variety of bondage positions, furniture, the wall of whips/belts/paddles, the pictures of ?boys?, ranging in age from probably 19 to 60, and the devices for ?cbt? which for the most part were indecipherable to me. I replied to him, asking about length of sessions and how far in advance I should book, then signed off for the night. _____________________________________________________________