Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2007 19:44:30 +1300 From: Atreyu89 Subject: Schoolboy Slave This is a work of fiction, involving consentual submission between adults over the age of 18. If you are offended, or not interested in this, please leave now. This story is my first ever, so feedback is very much appreciated (mail it to arron_shampoo@hotmail.com), and also feel free to contribute any ideas (the raunchier/kinkier the better). Enjoy! The 8:15 plane into Auckland was right on time. I stepped off with just one backpack as handluggage, and no suitcases to collect - that was all he had told me to bring. Only my wallet, phone, passport and a few other personal items, no clothes other than what I was already wearing - a tight white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. I knew next to nothing about where I was going next or who I was going with...but I knew I had never been so excited in my entire life. Before I get too far ahead, let me introduce myself. My name is Nick, I'm 18 years old and now in my first year of university in New Zealand. I had lived my whole life in a small rural town, but in the last year of high school won a scholarship to a school in a big town. I knew I wanted to go, but I had nowhere to stay and no financial support from my family, who wanted me to stay and work on their dairy farm. I've known I was gay for as long as I can remember, and working on a farm had definite benefits while I was growing up (muscular men working up a sweat wearing very little clothing were an everyday sight), but I had never told anyone else. My only contact with other gay men had been through the internet, mainly on chat rooms talking with other guys in my country. It was in one of these chat rooms that I came up with the solution to my problem. I came across a profile asking for a live-in houseboy. Interested, I introduced myself to him and explained my situation. After I showed him a few pictures, he told me he wanted me, and had just 2 questions. The first seemed obvious, when could i relocate, but the second was perhaps the most exciting and dangerous question I've ever been asked: "what are your limits?". Honestly not knowing, and being caught up in the moment, I hastily responded "none.". From that point on, things happened very quickly - I finished out the last few weeks of my school year, accepted my scholarship, and booked a plane ticket. The arrangement we had made was still not finalised, but from what I had been told, I was to be houseboy, and fulfill all household duties: cooking, cleaning, washing and entertaining. As I had anticipated, I was also expected to fulfill any sexual request made by my master. It was as he explained this to me that I began to regret telling him I had no limits, as he also explained that if I refused a single request from him, he would kick me out immediately. In return, he would keep me, feed me, pay my living expenses and supply me with anything I needed. To an attention-starved country boy, this seemed a more than fair deal, and I gladly accepted and left my family behind. As I have said, my flight arrived on time, and as I walked briskly through the terminal, my hands shaking with anticipation, my mind raced with images of all that would follow. All I knew about my master was that his name was Dan, he was 50, and that he would be holding a sign with my name - to test my commitment to this, he refused to show me a picture, describing himself only as "mature and large", leaving my overactive imagination to fill in the rest. As for myself, I had sent numerous photos and given him extremely detailed descriptions of my body - 5'7", well muscled with golden tanned skin, boyish blonde hair and green eyes. My nipples are large and fairly dark, and I have a dark patch of hair leading to my crotch, where there is fairly dense dark hair covering my paler skin. My cock is an average 6" long, uncut, but my balls are extremely big, hanging low and larger than golfballs. I also explained to him that they are very sensitive, and the slightest hit is painful. This amused him greatly, and I began again to wonder exactly what he had in store for me. As I stepped out into the waiting area, I was approached immediately by a large, husky man dressed in a long jacket and jeans. He was at least 6'3, and large was an understatement - his arms were almost as thick as my chest, and thoroughly muscled, as was the rest of his body, with the exception of a noticeable beer belly, the bulge of which was visible even under the jacket. He had a very handsome face, with deep blue eyes under his protruding brow, and a clean cropped grey-white beard. His hair was slightly receding, and fading to a light grey, but the look suited him and despite the 32 year age gap I was immediately attracted to him. We looked each other over briefly, before he greeted me with a firm handshake and led me outside to his car. As the realisation that I was about to change my life forever dawned on me, he began asking more questions - how I was, how my flight had been, idle small talk. I was suddenly shy and didn't respond with more than a few words to his questions, but he did his best to comfort me, promising that I would love his house and enjoy my stay. Thankfully, the drive only took about 15 minutes, and when we got out of the car at his place, he led me quickly through the moon-lit grounds and inside the large house. Slightly disoriented, I only took in glimpses of my surroundings - wood panelling, richly carpeted floors, tasteful decoration - the man I was with seemed very out of place in his heavy dark jacket. I was led into a living room and told to take a seat. My master then produced a typed page from a drawer in the table beside him and handed it to me. "This is your contract," he explained. "Read it carefully, because once you have signed it there is no going back. If you accept, sign it and hand it back. If you do not, leave immediately." He spoke with little readable emotion, but his voice was not daunting or cold, simply stern. I read quickly and carefully, not wanting to miss anything. The contract was somewhat more demanding than I had imagined, but I was excited by his additions rather than repelled. The rules of my servitude were such: I was to ensure the house was kept in a perfect condition at all times. All meals were to be personally cooked by me and served whenever Master demanded them. Furthermore, I was to serve drinks and food at any engagements my Master organised, and comply with any request from any guest unless told not to by Master. So far, so good, I thought. The next line was a surprise, although having been told not to being clothes I had imagined something similar: I was not allowed to wear any items of clothing inside the house unless specifically told otherwise by Master, and excepting the dog collar I would be given. When going outside, which I could only do with express permission from Master, I was to wear only clothes selected by Master, and I was to keep the collar on at all times. Finally came the clauses relating to my sexual obligations: I was to comply with any request given by Master, in any location and any time. Given that I had told him I had no limits, there were no excuses for non-compliance, and so this would result in extremely severe punishment and immediate expulsion. In exchange I would be put up and fed free of charge, any costs would be paid and a small allowance would be given. Feeling this fair, I signed and returned the papers, knowing that my life as a sex slave was about to begin. Master put the contract back in the drawer and looked me over again. "Boy, you are required to be naked in this house from this point forward. Strip, now." he commanded from his armchair. I stood, shaking like a leaf, and began to slide my t-shirt over my head. Having done so, I looked at him, but he made no response, so I continued to unbutton my jeans and slide them down. Since this was my first real sexual experience, I had an enormous erection and it was plainly visible in my tight white briefs, which I slid down too. I stood now before my new Master totally nake and vulnerable, waiting for my next instruction. "At my feet, boy," I was told, and I crouched by his bare feet quickly, tentatively looking up at him. He violently lifted his right foot into my balls, sending me rolling back moaning. "Boy, your body is now my property. I will treat it however I want and without respect to how you feel. Am I clear?" I whispered out a "Yes, sir." "I understand you have had no sexual experience. Your training will begin right now. I will teach you to please a man in every possible way. You will do what I say when I say it, and you will be glad to do it. Begin by licking my feet boy, and do it well or I will punish those big balls you're so proud of." With that, I quickly crawled to his feet and lowered my mouth to them. Both disgusted and excited, I kissed his toes, letting my tongue run over them. He warned me to start licking or I'd be punished, so I begin sliding my tongue over the top of his feet, pushing it between his toes, sucking on them. Never before in my life had I felt this way, so utterly vulnerable and humiliated, but never had I been so turned on. The longer it went on, the more enthusiastic my efforts were and the harder my cock got. I worked over his feet for at least 5 minutes while he relaxed in his chair before another quick kick to my balls knocked me back. Master stood before me and unbuttoned his jeans, dropping them to the floor. His underpants, which were stained, and smelled of cum and piss, barely covered his thick member, which was still soft and already 6" long. He hooked a finger under the waistband and dropped these too. Suddenly overtaken by lust, I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth, tasting salty precum for the first time. Immediately I felt his foot on my nuts again, and this time his kick was so hard I screamed out loud as I fell backwards. "Bitch!" he yelled. "I told you to do what you were told, not what you wanted to do! You are going to be punished for this, boy!" He lifted me by the hair and, sitting down again, threw me over his knee. Without warning, his hand connected hard with my soft ass, and I was spanked for the first time ever. Again and again he hit my butt, going harder and faster with every hit til I was begging for mercy. After what seemed like hours of pain, with tears rolling down my cheeks, he stopped. "I hope you have learnt from this boy, do only what I tell you. But since you seem so keen to rush on, I guess I will have to skip this pathetic warm-up and move on to some harder stuff." He lifted me up again and led me across the room and down a flight of stairs into a basement. Here the walls were bare plaster, and the floor was metallic. The room housed an assortment of large metal and wood contraptions, and on the walls hung various leather objects. In the centre of the room was a worn double bed, decorated with dried on stains. "Get on, pig." I was ordered, and with a hard push from behind, I did just that....