Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2005 11:02:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Subtoy Kimy <subtoy_kimy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Consented Enslavement (Ch 01)

Consented Enslavement (Chapter 1)
by Subtoy_Kimy < subtoy_Kimy@yahoo.com >


Warning: This story is about gay sex and domination between young adults.
If this subject offends you, or if it is illegal in the country where you
live, or if you are under 18, then read no further and quit this page now.

(c) Subtoy_Kimy 2004 - All rights reserved

CHAPTER ONE : A FLASHBACK

I badly waited for the weekend to have my so deserved rest.

I had spent this month of July, being uninterruptedly subjected to some
exhausting treatments, and unbearable humiliations, serving Kevin, a
college mate whom I first was attracted to, but who slowly managed to
seduce me, and obsess me, till I had no choice left, but to offer myself to
his total ownership, and he became my kind of Master.

Every cell of me was at his entire disposal, and I served him with all my
body and my soul, almost every afternoon and evening, since our College
summer season had started. Finally, he was generous and kind enough to
release me for the whole weekend, because, as he said: "I'll be busy
training for the Sunday afternoon match, so you better have a good rest,
cause if 'we' win, 'we' will celebrate, and subject you to things you never
thought to be possibly bearable. And if 'we' happen to loose, it'll be even
worse... So you better pray 'we' win, and have a good rest anyway. You will
surely need it... Is that clear?"

"Yes Master, it is.... but ahrrr... mm... may I ask who's 'we'?" I dared,
very politely.

"Ow! Sure," he said, with a cynical kindness, "I'll be with some new jocks
of our team."

"Umghhh!" I swallowed my throat, with panic.

"I promised them a hot surprise," he added.

That was on a Friday morning. The last Friday of July.

But let me get back to where it all started...

For some reason I never knew, Kevin Mc Stuart attempted the Computer
Animation Section of TC College, two or three weeks after the first
semester had started. He was 19 years old, and yet, tremendously gorgeous.

On his 6.2 feet tallness, anyone would bet he belonged to one of those
slender voleyball or basketball players, but his overall body is rather
sculpted like swimmers. The unusual and almost insolent beauty of his face,
gifted him to gain a self-confidence, like none of us, in our early 20ties
had. Silky curls of his light brown hair covered his forehead, to just
above the limit of his thin and wavy eyebrows, and dropped on the sides of
his neck. Everyone agreed that his beauty is such that it surely would
inspire any of the Manga hero creators. At a first glance to his milky
white skin, to his dark blue eyes, or to the almost feminine details of his
face, noone could ever expect the hardness of character that hides behind
that much delicacy. But, judging on his superior attitude, and on the
awesome quietness of his face expression, though through his black metal
sunglasses, (or because of them), it becomes obvious that he has much more
of an agressive butch, than a friendly kind of boy scout.

Everyone talked to him politely, and with a kind of respect that was
unusual between us. It was noticeable that even our professors dealt with
him differently, and as if he had come from outer space. In the classrooms,
when no course was given, we all used to mess up and around, but at the
moment he entered, silence prevailed.

There was not a girl in all TC College who wouldn't die for him, or do
anything to catch his eyes, or his attention, hoping for a date, and the
thing is that he knew it. By just clapping his fingers, he had them all at
his feet. Of course, he took advantage of that, and though he was known as
Mr. Heartbreaker, he had the ones he wanted, whenever he wanted.

In less than a school year time, he had fucked with most of those who were
commonly known as the sexiest beauties of all TC, and the hardest to get,
but he never had a further relation with any one of them. In privacy, he
showed the hardest side of him, and he treated them like nothing, with kind
of an offhand hardness. He could fuck all night with a girl, then the very
next day, he could cruely pass across her way ignoring her, just as if he
had never met with her before. Most of them ended desperately crazy, or
madly in love with him, and this was enough reason for him to throw them
away from his life, and leave them at the border of a nervous breakdown...

Even boys fell in the trap of his irresistible beauty, and it cost some of
them a tough price, when joining the club of his victims. Of course, no one
could ever confirm that Kevin was bi, because not a boy ever pretended to
have had a sexual relation with him, but what was broadly known is this: If
he learned or noticed that a boy was sexually attracted to him, he made it
a self enjoyment to turn the guy on, and give him strong hopes, while using
his power on the girls to strike him with an awfully cruel jealousy. Then
he gave him renewed and increased hopes again, and so he played this
sadistic game of alternated hopes and desperations, until the guy was
turned mad with frustrated desires, and ready to fall down on his knees.

Till the midterms exams came, nothing has hinted me that I was
Mr. Heartbreaker's next and ultimate target. Why me? I just don't know. Of
course I always knew that I am very cute, as I am often told, but I never
behaved as such, and I never really believed I was much cuter than many
other guys. And was that enough reason, anyway? But no matter what the
reason was, the thing is that he had planned to submit me, and I had just
started to feel something about it.

Yet, at this time, I just didn't want to admit that I was secretly
attracted to him, but I was. Indeed, never a boy has had such an impact on
me, but I knew from others' experience how dangerous it would be to show
it. So the question for me was to know how long I could hide it, and keep
my feeling under control. Say, when we went supporting our TC football
team, where he played as a striker, I just couldn't take my eyes out of
him, for as long as the match was played. Anyone who would have watched me
then, could have surely guessed that I also was becoming crazy with him.

On Mondays and Thursdays afternoon, we both happen to have empty periods,
so we got used to meet at the Cafeteria, where we chatted and joked about
things and others. Though he was about two years younger, I really was
proud to show that I was one of those few privileged whom he sake to
join. But beside that, I had my heart beating like hell, as long as he was
there.

One day, we kept on chatting till everyone had left, and we found ourselves
alone. The weather was hot that day, and I wore short pants. He was simply
telling me about the hardness of a new football training exercise, and
while he explained how burning it felt, he laid his hands on my knees, and
brushed firmly against my thighs. Of course, this was like a spontaneous
gesture that naturally came along with his explanation, but I just didn't
expect the sensation of it. The palms of his cold hands were so firm and so
smooth, and his long fingers so graceful, that I felt I was like
electrified. I never thought one could be turned on that fast. Later that
day, when I went into my room, and I got on my own, I jerked off and
ejaculated twice in a raw, while in my hottest fantasies, he was the actor.

Form this very moment, and with my awakening and growing desire for him,
something in our relation has started to change, cause day after day, Kevin
invaded my mind.

I passed the mid June finals with distinction.

After the finals, more than half of the students left the campus, either
for summer jobs, or for training, or just for holidays, while the rest
chose to take summer credits, which both of us happen to do.

My room was on the second floor of the gents' dorm building, while he had
rented a furnished flat nearby the campus. He shared it with a bunch of
four British students, whose fathers were somehow related to the British
Council. No one in TC held those guys in his heart, cause they were
extremely snobbish, and never wanted to mix with the others. Of course,
they were all nicely handsome guys, looked perfectly preppy and clean, and
they were also undeniably cute, but the thing is that they knew it, and
always behaved as such. The four of them, but especially the Woodward
cousins, Frederik and Adrian, used to consider people with kind of a
defensive politeness, along with a superior attitude, that built an
unbreakable cold barrier where only cool friendship should have its
place. I always wondered how Kevin could get along with these guys, but of
course, never could ask.

For the three months of summer, the 'snobbrits', (as we got used to call
them), were all back in England, so Kevin had his flat for his own.

"Why don't you come over and be my guest? You'd save three months of rent,"
he said to me.

"Ow!... Thanks Kevin. I really appreciate, but July's already pre-paid," I
replied, without hiding my surprise.

"What about the rest?"

Deep inside me, I was as much tempted and thrilled by his proposal, as I
was scared about it. And I was even more scared to say 'no'.

"But Kevin, we're still in June," I just said, "let's not think about it
now."

I expected he would insist and reiterate his offer for as long as he didn't
get my word, but he didn't. He only said something that I couldn't catch,
because it sounded as if he had talked to himself. It's only few weeks
later, that I will learn that what he said then, was:

"No problem, you will soon beg for it."



CHAPTER 2: THE TURNING POINT

What I didn't realize then, is that a process, which inevitably leads to my
enslavement, was on the rails, and it went out of my control to step
back. My total submission was a matter of days, and the ball was in Kevin's
hands...

(To be continued)

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P.S. I apologize if my English is what it is. Readers who know French would
probably guess that I couldn't get rid of thinking in French, though
writing in English.

Names featuring in this story are fictional and totaly invented. If they
happen to belong to existing people and / or places, it's only by pure
coincidence.

All your comments (positive or negative), your corrections, and
suggestions, are mostly welcome. < Subtoy_Kimy@yahoo.com >