Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 20:50:21 +0000
From: Hot Rubber <hotrubber79@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated against his will? - 1

DISCLAIMER

This is a fictional story that depicts various forms of male / male sex. All
characters and the described sexual acts are fictional, though I can't deny
I'd wish them to be true (with me taking the lead submissive role,
ofcourse).

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Keywords: homosexual sex, piss, fisting, bondage, domination, humiliation.


DOMINATED AGAINST HIS WILL?

Being just a regular guy, literally 'the guy next door', Mike often thought
and wondered why he didn't get the attention other, less likeable guys,
seemed to get. Being 25, he'd never been properly fucked, due to some
unfortunate meetings with guys who turned out to be exclusively bottom, just
like Mike himself.

Of course, he had sucked some dick, got sucked, rimmed and got rimmed, but it
wasn't satisfactory. He craved for more but every time things went the wrong
direction again. And ofcourse, he'd asked them to fuck him, for God's sake,
even with dildoes if they weren't up to the real thing, but alas, he
remained unlucky.

To compensate, he started buying dildoes. At first small, he had to train
his boyhole, but gradually bigger and bigger. He started buying and using
plugs, not daring to wear them during his work at a local government office.
He even bought anal balls in different sizes, forcing them in to stretch his
hole, stretching it even further with an inflatable dildoe.

Gradually, Mike got a better view of his sexual wants and needs, and
realized that vanilla just didn't suit him. He got his nipples and his dick
pierced, anticipating on some rough play. Rough play that didn't occur...

Interested as he was, Mike bought a small collection of rubber and was
astounded by the feeling of the tight rubber on his skin. It made him horny
on the spot. For the first time of his life, he squirted big loads of cum
without any other stimulation. During his working days, he was just another
regular guy. During evenings and weekends he'd engage in hot chats and
cybersex with likeminded people, letting his - by now - true nature come to
the surface.

Roaming the internet, he found an ad-site which caught his attention:

"Master, 27, looking for inexperienced slaves to train. Fully equipped
playing room. Only written applications will be considered."

After contemplating this ad for a couple of days, Mike decided to give in.
He just had to react, thinking this to be one of the few chances to get what
he wanted. One evening, he sent an email to this unknown master:

"Sir,

I have read your ad with interest. I am an unexperienced 25-year old man who
cannot find what he is looking for. Sir, I need tuition and hope that you
will accept me.

Humble greetings,

Mike"

After pushing the ENTER-button, Mike realized that, for the first time in
his life, he had done something of which he didn't know the outcome. But
this thought alone made him have a hardon, his PA painfully pressing into
his tight jeans. He jacked off while thinking of the possibilities this
email could bring.

The next three days, nothing happened. Mike went to work, trying to get home
as soon as possible to check his email, breaking several speed limits doing
so. Those three days without an answer made him insecure. Was it such a good
idea after all to send this email? But on the fourth day, after a stressful
day's work, his heart missed a beat when he saw an email.

As he opened it, he realized that this was the mail he'd been awaiting for a
couple of days. The email turned out to be a request: to describe his
expectations and to send two photo's, one facepic and one full frontal nude
pic. The master would judge based on these and his swift response: he
expected an answer before 01:00AM the next day.

Mike went out immediately to buy a digital camera. After driving around, he
found a shop that was still open and bought himself a nice small, but
expensive, digicam. This would make the second part of his assignment a lot
easier. He headed home, thinking of what he would write, because that was
the hard part. Describing your ultimate and darkest fantasies to a total
stranger is not something to do lightly.

Finally, at 11:30 PM, after taking the requested pictures, he sat down at
his computer and started to type:

"Sir!

Thank you for your positive response. Attached you'll find the two pictures
you requested. Regarding my expectations, I shall be short, because I do
want to experience a lot, but haven't thought of the possibilities a lot.
That's why I am in need of an experienced master. I expect a master who
teaches me my place, which is to serve him. I expect him to use my boyhole
and the rest of my body as he seems fit, as long as it is safe and sane. I
expect him to teach me discipline, so that I can take full care of his needs
in any way that satisfies him.

Humble greetings,

Mike"

Well before 01:00 PM Mike completed his task. And because of this deadline,
Mike expected an answer soon. And so it was indeed! The Master told Mike in
his next email that his name was Aaron and that he was to be addressed at
all times as "Sir", "Master" or "Master Aaron". In the same email, Mike got
renamed "Fucktoy". This would be his name in all future communication.
Master Aaron put Mike to the first test: to meet him in the local leatherbar
next thursday at 9:00PM sharp. He'd find Mike if he had any interest. If
not, Master Aaron wouldn't be interested. An answer wasn't necessary, he'd
find out on thursday anyway.

During the rest of the week, Mike worked like he used to do. Gradually, he
started to suffer from an almost permanent hard-on because the upcoming
meeting was on his mind all the time. He had hard times covering that part
up at his office, but couldn't avert some people, some females, some males,
noticing his present physical state.

To prepare himself mentally, Mike took that thursday afternoon off. He had
to simulate a dinner with some female friends, because his coworkers were
reacting rather suspicious. They had noted something in his step these last
days and concluded that there must be something like love in the air. How
little did they know at that point... As Mike arrived home and started up
his computer, there was another message from Master Aaron, a short one this
time:

"Fucktoy, 09:00PM sharp. Wear a plug, insert it after you read this. MA"

Not having walked for longer than 30 minutes with a plug in his hole, Mike
grew scared. He supposed a quick shower would be the best thing to do now,
cleaning himself on both his in- and outside. Making sure he was properly
clean everywhere, he inserted the plug with some difficulty, trying to use
as little lubricant as possible not to stain his jeans. It gave him a funny,
full feeling, especially when he walked. He would have to practice on his
walk a bit, he gathered. After a late meal, Mike headed to the bar.

09:00PM sharp, Mike pushed open the door of a bar where he'd never been
before, or wouldn't dare to enter. It was still rather empty, two or three
men sitting at the bar in full leather. But in one corner, a muscular dude
was sitting, wearing tight trousers and a thin, old, almost transparent
T-shirt. His hair was cut short, a heavy five-o-clock shadow was visible.
>From this point of view, Mike judged him to be his future master.

He walked down to the table and asked the guy if he was - indeed - Master
Aaron. The guy nodded in approval and motioned Mike to turn around. Only
after another nod he allowed Mike to sit down uncomfortably on the plug
still in his ass. After finishing his whisky, Laphroaig 15yo, he adressed
Mike:

"Well Fucktoy, I notice you had the guts to show up here. This pleases me.
The fact that you look better than your photographs suggest, pleases me even
more. You wrote that you need a master. At this moment, I ask you what you
think. You know nothing of me. Accepting to come with me is your second
test. If you refuse now, we'll never meet again. If you come along, I'll
teach you. Well, Fucktoy?"

Mike's heart and mind were racing. He didn't expect things to turn out this
way. He expected some more time, some more time to consider what to do and
some chit-chat on different subject to get to know eachother. But he figured
that this would be a rather big break with his till now boring life, and
agreed to come.

Mike followed his new Master outside. He had an old car parked outside and
motioned Mike to follow him. After driving through the citycentre, houses
grew sparse till there was only a farm every two miles or so. Another 30
minutes later, Aaron turned right and approached an old farm, set back from
the road and with no neighbours in visible or audible distance. Parking his
car in front of the farmhouse, he motioned Mike to do the same.

Mike followed him inside, where, to his suprise, the living room was
sparsely furnished with italian designed furniture. He sat down in a chair,
and realised he made his first mistake with his new Master. Aaron returned
from the kitchen and, seeing Mike in his expensive chair, broke out into
quite a few not widely known curses. He slapped Mike across the face and
ordered him to get to the floor and stay there.

For half an hour, Aaron just sat there, drinking his beers, with Mike at his
feet. After that, he spoke to Mike again:

"Fucktoy, this is my house. This means you shall behave according to my
rules. My rules are strict, as you will come to understand. But I doubt
you'll have any problem with that, regarding the email you've send me. I'm
giving you the option to bail out again. I am going to present you with a
contract. This contract clearly states that you are my property till sunday
and that you will do as I wish. It also contains a clause in which I
acknowledge that everything is and will remain safe and sane, unless you
demand otherwise. It clearly states that you will not endure permanent
markings or alterations of your body. The last clause comprises the safe
word, in this case 'hanky'. Or, if you are unable to talk, the safe sign.
Beware! If you use it, you'll have to leave and we will never meet eachother
again. If you don't sign, this meeting is off as well."

Mike was unprepared... again. He didn't anticipate being with this guy for
such a long time. He'd have to fake illness to skip work the next day and
cancel a couple of friends coming over that weekend. But, trembling, Mike
signed. Immediately after that, he brought the matter to Aaron's attention,
who promised that he would see after those errands. He ordered Mike to
strip, so that he could see Mike's full appearance for the first time. Mike
took his clothes off slowly, letting his by now precum leaking cock jump to
attention.

Standing naked, Mike shivered. He didn't shave, he never did, and had a
copious amount of chest-hair. He only trimmed his crotch every once in a
while. But apparently Aaron liked what he saw, because he made no further
comments. Walking around Mike, he suddenly jerked the plug out of his
boyhole, causing Mike to jump because of the unanticipated pain inflicted to
his sphincter. Aaron grabbed a dogcollar and a leash out of a cabinet, put
the collar around Mike's neck but connected the leash to his PA.

Feeling the humiliation, being no more than a dog, Mike followed Aaron who
was pulling the leash not very gently. Aaron led him to the basement, which
turned out to be a big playground. Dildoes, plugs, whips, paddles and huge
quantities of rubber and leather clothing lined two walls, in a corner was a
pissoir, not connected to the sewer. In the opposite corner a bed covered in
rubber sheets and on the longest wall, next to a cross, some hooks in the
wall with chains hanging from them. But the masterpiece of the room was a
big sling, which could be lowered using a machine.

Aaron led Mike to the wall, cuffed his hands and feets together with one
steel bar, forcing him to sit on the raw concrete, and chained his necklace
and leash to the wall. Then he left, without speaking a word. There Mike
was, sitting alone, chained to the wall in a by now dark room. His ass got
sore from sitting on the concrete and moving around wasn't possible without
damaging his dick. For what seemed to be at least two hours, Mike just sat
there. He had to piss, but could go nowhere. Finally he decided just to let
it go. When Aaron came down to see after Mike, he found him sitting in a
pool of his own cold piss, blinking his eyes to adjust them to the light.

Of course, Aaron expected this to happen. It was the first step towards
domination. He unchained Mike and led him to the bed, where Mike had to lay
down on his stomach. With a considerable degree of expertise, Aaron chained
Mike's wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and by shoving a pillow under
Mike's stomach, he managed to raise his butt well up in the air.

"This hole needs to be filled properly", he added. Mike, in eager
anticipation, was turned down to see a big dildo come into view. He hadn't
tried dildoes that large at home! With copious amounts of lubricant, Aaron
began to insert the dildo slowly but determined. Mike cringed in pain. Tears
began to emerge in his eyes, and just as he was about to shout, Aaron
stopped. He'd inserted the dildo all the way to it's base.

And again, Aaron left. But now he returned within 15 minutes, wearing only a
spiked rubber mask, a harness and a cockring. He too had his nipples pierced
and his cut cock was crowned by a PA. Now Mike could see his Master fully
for the first time: broad shoulders, big hands and well-developed biceps, a
stomach to love and a cock that was not only 9" long but also very thick. He
looked like a construction worker, but with the brains of a scholar. He was
well tanned, and seeing no marks of speedos of other underwear, he obviously
frequented nudist beaches.

Aaron tugged the dildo to make sure that it was firm in place, causing Mike
to writhe in pain. He hit Mike a couple of times in his face with his
flaccid cock and guided it to his mouth.

"Well, fucktoy, you have an opportunity to show me what you are worth. If
you satisfy me, I shall proclaim you fit for the next stage. If you fail,
you'll be sorry. One more thing: thou shallt not cum without my permission.
Cumming means punishing."

And with that, he started facefucking Mike. Mike didn't have much
experience, but was told to be a natural cocksucker. And seemingly his
Master was agreeing with the others. Using more force with each thrust, he
shoved his entire cock in Mike's throat. Not used to this kind of behaviour,
Mike gagged a couple of times before he could take up the fast pace Aaron
was developing.

"Beware Fucktoy, cumming means punishing", Aaron warned. And though Mike
wasn't used to this kind of rough handling, he felt his dick becoming
unpleasantly stiff. Trying not to cum, he focussed all his attention on the
big dick that was pistoning in and out of his mouth, glistening with saliva.
After ten minutes, he felt the dick of his Master become even larger and
knew Aaron was about to cum. But before he had the chance to anticipate,
thick streams of manjuice were spurting down his throat. Mike tried hard to
swallow everything down, fearing his punishment if he'd let even one small
drop out.

"This, Fucktoy, is my way of showing that I like the way you suck cock. You
are a natural, I haven't had many of them here. And you didn't cum, as I've
ordered you.". Mike looked up in anticipation, Aarons flattening cock still
firmly in his mouth. He was waiting for his reward. Suddenly, a thick, warm
stream of piss started flowing into his mouth. Not expecting this, he tried
to jerk is head back, but Aaron kept it in an iron grip: "Well Fucktoy,
don't you want the reward you master has been preparing for you? You'll get
punished for this!". And with that, he took his cock out of Mikes mouth and
drenched his head in piss.

Mike was still swallowing the piss and after the initial shock decided that
he liked the taste. Sticking out his tongue, he tried to drink as much as
possible of the steady flow aimed at his face. But ofcourse, it couldn't
last forever. Aaron disappeared behind him and Mike couldn't seen what was
happening. Approaching from behind, Aaron suddenly put a mask on Mikes head,
only leaving his noseholes free. Now he could do whatever he wanted. He
grabbed a paddle from the wall and started spanking Mike.

"This, boy, is your punishment for letting my precious piss go. If you make
any noise, you'll get spanked 20 more times than I intend to do". Trying not
to make a sound, Mike endured the 20 smacks on his still sore ass, almost
crying in pain when the paddle hit the dildo. But he managed to fight back
the pain. His ass was red and glowing when Aaron started to pull the dildo
out. When it was halfway out, he walked to Mikes face and said: "Are you
into chems boy? They make it easier for you. The hard part hasn't even
started yet". Mike nodded and smelled the familiar smell of poppers held
under his nose. He took a deep sniff and felt the dildo moving again. The
rush made it easier to take.

His painful but by now empty ass was still high up in the air, longing to be
filled again. And it didn't have to wait long. After massaging his boyhole
roughly, Aaron rammed his cock in all the way to his balls and he started
fucking with fast long strokes. He entered Mike deeper with every stroke,
his balls slamming to the boys ass. But after only a couple of minutes, he
stopped. "Well boy, you have a nice pussy. I'm going to work on that one
later."

With that, he untied Mike and led him to the wall where all the clothing
was. After inserting a plug in Mikes now well lubricated hole, he ordered
him to put on a rubber suit. After he put a gasmask on Mikes head with a
long tube on it, he handcuffed him. With only his dick out of the suit and
his ass free, Mike was in heaven. Again, the leash was attached to his PA.
This time, Aaron led him to a small chamber on the second floor.

In the room was only a narrow cage. "This, Fucktoy, will be your bed for
tonight. If you please me, you might end up in my bed". And with those
words, he locked Mike into the cage. Mike couldn't sit or lie down, it was
just too small. Still overwhelmed by the experiences of the evening, he
couldn't fall asleep. But still, Morpheus turned out to be stronger than
Mike, and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

He awoke because of another thick stream of piss landing on his head. He
must have been asleep no more than two hours, and already Aaron was out and
about to teach his new boy some lessons. He dragged Mike out of the cage and
forced him to stand up. Because his arms and legs had all gone numb, he had
considerable difficulty doing so. And again, Mike was lead to the basement,
where, instead of a sling, a leatherpadded workbench had been set up. Mike
was strapped bellydown on this contraption, his legs on either side of it.

Inspecting Mikes hole, Aaron grunted agreably. He forced the plug out and
started massaging Mikes still well lubricated hole again. But before he did
what he had planned next, he gave Mike another shot of poppers and ordered
him to relax his boypussy. "This, Fucktoy, is a new experience to you. Do as
I order you, and you won't be harmed." With that, he pushed first two
fingers, and then gently one finger at a time more into Mikes ass. His
sphincter protested against this intrusion, but Mike loved the feeling of
having someone touch him where he wasn't touched before.

Gradually, Aaron inserted his whole hand, pushing his knuckles past Mikes
now relaxed sphincter. Being a fistee for the first time, Mike took it with
considerable ease as his hole was stretched by the plug. He felt Aaron
pushing further, his fingers entering the depths of his intestines. When
Aaron was in just to his wrist, he said: "Well boy, you are taking this
better than I'd have imagined. You're not such a pussy as you seemed to be."
He forced his hand in even further, slowly and with care, letting Mike adapt
to his arm.

After a while, Mike moaning with pleasure, Aaron used his free hand to grab
Mike's balls in a gridlock, squeezing them more than gently. Not used to the
unexpected pain inflicted to one of his most precious assets, Mike tried to
surge forward. But such a movement isn't easy when one's strapped down.
Aaron slowly built up more pressure, gently stretching Mike's balls. His
other hand still buried in the ass in front of him, Aaron started pumping
Mike's ass. The combined experience of pleasure and pain made Mike
uncomfortably aware of his need to cum. "Master, please, don't stop doing
what you are doing to me, but please let me cum!".

Aaron nodded in approval. He decided that this promising new slave needed
his own personal reward for his endurance. Planning on his next move, he saw
thick streams of cum flowing out of Mike's rock hard dick. Bending forward,
he tasted a small amount of it, licking the tip of Mike's cock and pulling
his PA gently with his teeth.

Aaron slowly withdrew his arm, pausing again to let the sphincter adjust to
his hand. After taking his hand out, he inspected Mike's hole. Nice and
slippery, stretched a bit, just the way he liked it. Aaron put the plug back
in again, not using any lube this time. And after a copious piss all over
Mike, Aaron turned out the light and left the room, leaving Mike strapped
onto the workbench.

Not knowing what time it was, but sure of the fact that not even one day
could have passed, Mike fell into an uneasy sleep....