Message-ID: <042309Z02041995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an233308@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an233308@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 2 Apr 1995 04:18:52 UTC Subject: Slave Scott meets his Master (M/M, S&M, B&D) Lines: 543 NOTE: This is a gay S&M fantasy story. If this type of material offends you, please do not read it! Thank you. I heard the timid knock on my hotel room door. It was exactly 8:00, the time that my slave, Scott, had been instructed to arrive for his training. It's always a good sign when a slave shows up on time; it indicates to me that he is serious about serving, and just a little fearful of the consequences of being late. I had given Scott his initial instructions by phone earlier that afternoon, so I expected he would comply with complete precision. "Come in, boy" I said to Scott. The door was closed but not locked, so Scott slowly pushed it open and stepped into my darkened hotel room. I was sitting in a corner of the room so that my slave could not see me. The light from the hall outlined his slim, young silhouette. "You have your instructions boy; get busy." "Yes, Master," Scott replied meekly, his voice shaking and almost cracking from fear of the unknown. Scott and I had played only once before, and neither of us knew then what we knew now, mainly that Scott is a serious slave who has never really gotten what he wants out of sex. Only after discovering that I enjoy dominating men did Scott admit that he wanted to be my slave, my boy, my servant, the subject of my devious torture. Scott moved quickly to the bathroom just off his left. The light was on, but the door was only slightly ajar. Awaiting Scott was the first symbol of his status for the evening: his studded leather slave collar. I had told my slaveboy to strip quickly, place the collar around his neck, and lock it in place with the heavy steel padlock. I heard the lock click into place, and knew that this boy was mine. Scott had also been instructed to attach the chainlink leash to the back of his slave collar, which he also did without hesitation. I heard the bathroom door creak slightly as my slave opened it. He flipped off the light as instructed, leaving only the ambient light from the street to cast an eerie glow about the room. As I sat naked in my chair, my slave boy began crawling across the room on hands and knees, his head bowed, and his leash trailing behind him. He held the key to his padlock in his mouth. As he reached me, he stopped and dropped the key at my feet. "Good boy. You have followed all your instructions perfectly, slave, and for that you will be rewarded." "Thank you, Sir," Scott whispered, his throat dry from the excitement of what he was about to experience. I leaned forward and gently stroked my slave's head; he was sweating and I could feel his body shivering slightly. This boy was terrified, but we both knew that this evening was going to be wonderful for both of us. I lifted Scott's chin and looked directly into his eyes: "What are you, boy?" I asked. "I am your slave, Sir." "Good boy. That's exactly what you are, and tonight I own you. I own every inch of your body; I own your mind; I own your emotions; and I own your future, boy. Do you understand, slave?" "Yes, Master. I understand." "Good boy. You will obey without hesitation. Tonight, you will learn the joy of serving another man. You will come to appreciate the beauty of pain, submission, humiliation, and torture. When you leave here tonight, you will belong to me forever, boy. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," Scott said, shivering and emitting a slight whimper from deep inside his gut. I picked up my leather slave hood and placed it over Scott's beautiful head. "Turn around boy," I said softly, and Scott complied immediately. I laced up the hood in the back, unlocked the collar, and repositioned it around the outside of the collar. Quickly, I locked the collar back in place. As I stood up, I lifted Scott's chin, and showed him the key in my hand. "Boy, you will have to earn the right to have this key." "Yes, Master." I picked up the eye and mouth flaps from the bed, and snapped them in place on Scott's hood. They sealed out all light from his eyes, and prevented anything but moans and groans from escaping my slave's mouth. "Get up on the edge of the bed boy, with your ass in the air and your head on the mattress." Scott moved quickly, and I guided him to the bed. He assumed the position that I had ordered, his perfectly contoured ass presented for my use and abuse. I moved behind Scott, massaged his ass cheeks with my hands, and smacked him hard on each cheek. Scott flinched, but made no sound. "Good boy. From this point on, you will not speak or make a noise unless I ask you a question or give you permission to speak. Do you understand me, slave?" "Yes, Master. I understand," Scott said submissively. I picked up my studded leather paddle from the other bed, moved to Scott's left side, and began gently stroking his gorgeous, smooth ass with the smooth side of the paddle. Scott moaned softly, which really pissed me off! "Boy! Did you not understand your last instructions?" I asked. "Sorry, Master. It just felt so good against my skin." I quickly flipped the paddle over, drew my arm back as far as I could, and landed the paddle as hard as I could across both cheeks. Scott bolted forward, but did not make a sound. "That, my boy, was a punishment smack. If you don't want more of those, then don't disobey me again." Scott was silent, but I knew he got the point. I went back to gently stroking his ass with the smooth side of the paddle, and soon began lightly smacking him on the right cheek in the same spot each time. I kept up this rhythmic motion, gradually increasing the force of my blows, and being very careful to hit the same spot every time. In about 3 minutes, Scott's ass was on fire. He began to writhe in agony, but he knew better than to say anything. Suddenly, I moved the paddle to his other cheek, and continued with the same kind of rhythmic, unrelenting ass torture. It didn't take long for his left cheek to catch fire, too. As this beautiful blond boy tried to escape his punishment, I held him firmly, continuing the ass beating another minute or so. Without warning, I dropped the paddle on the floor. Scott fell forward on the bed, panting and covered with sweat. I knew he hurt, but I also knew he loved the pain. "Lay still, boy," I whispered softly to my slave, as I rubbed his ass lovingly with both hands. I reached for some cool hand lotion on the bedside table, poured a little into my palms, and rubbed it on his ass. Its coolness was a welcome relief to my boy. "Get back up on your knees, boy. Get that ass in the air again," I ordered my slave. Scott complied, and I moved around behind him once more. I grabbed my electric beard trimmer from the table, switched it on, and started removing the soft blond hair from Scott's ass. At first, he seemed unsure about this, but soon settled down and accepted his fate. I quickly and methodically sheared both ass cheeks, spread them apart, and shaved his asshole clean. I stood back and admired my work in the dim light, rubbing my hands across his baby-smooth butt. Placing the razor back on the table, I grabbed the tube of lube, squirted a large gob into my hand, and slapped it into his ass crack. Gently, I began covering his asshole with lube, and slowly slipped my middle finger inside Scott's gut. I worked my finger in and out of Scott's ass, manipulating his asshole and loosening it up for what I was about to put inside him. I slipped a second and then a third finger into my slave, and worked them well up into his bowel. When I felt like Scott was ready, I removed my fingers from his butt, picked up the large rubber butt plug, and greased it up with lube. "Okay, boy, this is not gonna be real pleasant, but you are gonna take it all for your Master, aren't you boy?" "Yes, Sir," Scott said, trembling once again. I placed the tip of the butt plug against the boy's ass, and slowly began pushing it inside of him. The plug was wedge-shaped with a small base. As it slid further into my innocent victim, it spread his asshole wider and wider. I knew he was in pain, but it was only temporary. As soon as the plug was all the way inside, his asshole would close around the base and hold the plug inside of him. Scott really began trying to get away from me as I slid the instrument of his torture further up his asshole. "Be still, boy, or it will hurt even worse. It's almost over." Just as I said that, the butt plug reached its mark, and I could see Scott's asshole close around it. He let out a little gasp of relief. It was a feeling I knew only too well. This was a butt plug I had ridden many times myself. I stroked my slave's back and ass gently for a few minutes, giving him a chance to regain his composure to rest briefly. "You're doing very well, boy. I am really proud of you," I whispered in Scott's ear. He said nothing, as he had been instructed. This slave boy was really catching on quickly. "Stand up now, boy," I instructed, and Scott worked himself backwards off the foot of the bed, standing wobbly and with my assistance. I gave him a few moments to get his balance, and led him to the straight-backed chair I had placed in the center of the room. I positioned my slaveboy in front of the chair, with his back to it. "Sit down, boy," I ordered, and Scott complied. He grunted as the butt plug dug deeper into his gut, but he did not protest. He had already learned his lesson about that. I opened my suitcase and took out several pieces of rope that I had bought especially for the occasion. I tied Scott's ankles to the back sides of the chair, leaving him with his heels very near his ass cheeks. I took a long length of rope, wrapped it several times around his torso, leaving his nipples uncovered, and tied it behind the chair. I grabbed my Smith & Wesson handcuffs, pulled Scott's arms behind his back, and handcuffed his wrists together. I then removed the leash from Scott's collar and replaced it with a length of chain, which I clipped in place with a doubled-headed C clamp. I drew his handcuffed wrists as high up his back as I could, and chained them in place with the chain. Scott was in agony. I did not care. I enjoy making boys suffer, and Scott was no exception. In fact, he looked so hot as he writhed in agony, my dick was rock hard. I stood back and admired my art work, stroking my cock and pinching my own nipples. God he looked good, but I had only begun to work over this boy. I grabbed my bag of clothespins and moved in front of my captive boy. He could not see anything through his hood, and had no idea what to expect. All the more exciting for both of us, I suspect. I rubbed my hand across Scott's perfect little bullet-like nipples. He jumped, mostly out of surprise. Good. This boy is primed for the next act! I started working on Scott's nipples with my hand, twisting them, pinching them, biting them, digging my finger nails into them. I licked them; I sucked them; I slapped them, too. And through it all, Scott's cock was rigid as a baseball bat, and almost as big. What a beautiful slave he was. Without warning, I placed a clothespin on Scott's left nipple. I had just bought these clothespins, so their springs were very strong. Perfect for torturing my boy. I had placed the pin right on the tip of the nipple where the nerves are the most sensitive. Man did that get his attention?! Scott flinched and writhed and bucked, but all to no avail. He was tightly bound, and knew better than to say anything. Soon the ecstasy overtook him, and he began to truly enjoy the eroticism of the pain in his left nipple. Not being one to discriminate, I moved to my boy's right nipple, and placed a clothespin there as well. The response was almost identical. This slim, muscular, sinewy boy bucked like a stallion trying to ease his agony, but we both knew it was fruitless. And once again, as the pain turned into pleasure, Scott settled down and accepted his fate. "Good slave," I whispered. "Now you are going to learn the true meaning of torture." This must have really gotten to Scott, because I could see a couple of tears streaming down his face from under the mask. Now I had this faggot slave boy right where I wanted him. I began lining his chest and stomach with clothespins, placing them as close together as I could, and forming a big horseshoe around the front of his torso. I placed pins around the front of his armpits; on the back of his muscular arms; on his earlobes; under his chin. He was losing his mind with pain, and I was about to shoot a load all over his body. God, it was hot to watch. Satisfied with my work on Scott's upper body, I decided his cock and balls needed some attention. I stepped in front of the chair, kneeled down in front of my boy, and placed a clothespin in the middle of his ball sack. Initially, there was little response, but I knew this was natural. Clothespins on the balls have a gradually building effect, and after about 30 minutes, the victim is begging for mercy. I was looking forward to this. I covered Scott's balls with pins, lined them along the underside of his rigid cock, and placed a line of them down the inside of his thighs. As I continued my work, I knew he was beginning to feel the effects of the pins on his cock and balls. I stood up, took a step backwards, and admired the sight. My young, slender, blond slave was covered with 143 clothespins. I had bought 12 dozen for the evening, and was saving one for the crowning event. "Now, boy, we are going to see just how much you really want to be my slave." With that, I took the 144th clothespin and clamped it on the tip of Scott's hard cock! You would have thought I had nailed his cock to the wall (Hmmm.. not a bad idea). He bucked and writhed and screamed in agony through his leather hood. The pain was more than he could bear, and no amount of instructions to the contrary would prevent him from begging for mercy. "Oh God, Master, please. I can't stand it, Sir. Please...I'll do anything for you, Sir. Just please take them off, Sir. Please!" Scott cried in agony, begging for relief from the pain. I placed my hand on his shoulder, leaned down close to his ear, and said to him: "Boy, be quiet and listen to me. This is your punishment for standing me up last time I visited you. Remember that time, boy?" "Yes, Master, I do, Sir, and I am truly sorry, Sir. Please, just take the clothespins off, Sir. I'll do anything for you, Master," he gasped. "I know you will boy, but I am not going to take them off. You are." With that, I stepped behind Scott and unlocked his handcuffs. His arms fell to his sides, and I rubbed them briskly to help get his circulation back to normal. "Okay, boy, you have 5 minutes to get the clothespins off yourself. I am timing you. Any pins left on after 5 minutes I will jerk off of you without unclamping them. Now, get busy." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Scott said, and began working feverishly to remove the clothespins. He went immediately to the pin on his cock, removing it too quickly. He learned from the first one that he would have to open the pins slowly; otherwise, the pain of taking them off would overshadow anything he had felt thus far. I sat back and watched in amusement as my boy suffered through the removal of all 144 clothespins. And, I stroked my cock as I enjoyed the show. I did not time my boy, even though he did not know it. Even I am not so cruel as to jerk clothespins off a slave. It was done to me once, and believe me, it's not fun. Scott finally got all the pins off his cock, balls, tits, and stomach. As the last one fell to the floor, I moved close to Scott and gently massaged his body. It was tender I am sure, but he seemed to enjoy the attention and the relief from the absolute agony he had just endured. And guess what; his cock was still at attention. "Boy, I am very proud of you so far. You are learning your lessons very well. There is so much left to learn, but we will have plenty of time for that." "Thank you, Master. You are a good teacher, Sir." "Forget it, boy," I thought. Flattery will not spare you the next agony and indignity I have in store for you. I unchained and untied my boy, massaging all his joints as he sat dazed in the chair. "Get up," I ordered, and Scott complied, although with some difficulty. I led him to the bed and had him lay face down on the mattress. I had already prepared the bed for the next event by chaining my restraints to each of the four corners. "Spread out your arms and legs boy" I whispered, and Scott did so. I strapped the leather restraints around each wrist and ankle, so that my slave formed a large X across the bed. This was one of my favorite positions for working over a willing captive. From my suitcase, I pulled one of my favorite instruments for breaking a slave, the cat of nine tails. It is a fairly short little whip, but very, very painful, and extremely effective, either for a pleasure beating, as I was about to inflict, or for a punishment beating. Scott's hood was still in place, so he had no idea what to expect. I dragged the fronds of the whip across my slave's back, down across his ass, and along the back of his legs. He shivered as the leather tickled his body, but he knew that the whip would not tickle for long. I bent over to Scott and whispered, "Boy, I am going to give you the whipping you want, now. It's part of what you came here for, and you deserve to get your reward. I am going to place a rubber ball in your right hand. Hold on to it tightly. When you can't take any more pain, drop the ball. Do you understand me, boy?" "Yes, Master. Thank you, Sir." I stepped back from my slave, giving myself about 2 arms lengths of space to work with. I started lightly on Scott's upper body, again using rhythmic strokes of the whip. This time, though, I did not concentrate on one spot, because this whip would soon cut the skin and damage the flesh. I did not wish to mark or injure my slave, only to break him and make him beg for mercy. Gradually, I increased the intensity of my strokes, and Scott began once again to twist and writhe in his bonds. When I thought he could take it no more, I moved the whip down his body to his ass, and continued my assault. Lighter strokes at first led to heavier ones, and my smooth young boyslave writhed and moaned, straining every perfect muscle trying to escape, yet knowing that he had nowhere to go but deeper into the abyss of human servitude. I moved down to Scott's granite-sculpted legs, and started a light whipping there. I followed the same pattern, eventually working my slave into a frenzy, as I flogged his legs with abandon. The finale came when I stepped back a bit further from my slave, and began landing random blows on various parts of his body. First the back, then the ass, the back, the legs. Over and over, I whipped this slave, until he was writhing, screaming, and trying frantically like a caged animal to escape. I glanced at Scott's right hand, but the ball was still clenched in his fist. My torture of the slaveboy continued. I beat him harder and harder, my own arms starting to feel like they would fall off. Finally, after a good 15 minutes of beating, Scott let the ball drop to the floor. I immediately dropped the cat of nine tails, and fell on top of Scott, wrapping my arms around him and holding him tightly. He was crying and his back was heaving. He had endured a severe beating, and had done so with great courage. I laid on Scott for several minutes, caressing him, whispering in his ear, and assuring him that the beating was over. Finally, his sobbing and whimpering stopped, and he said in a weak voice, "Thank you, Master." "You're welcome, boy." I got off of Scott, and sat down between his spreadeagled legs. It was time to remove the butt plug. I grabbed it in my hands, and slowly began working it out of the slave's ass. At first, Scott winced in pain, but he soon realized the relief he would feel when the plug was removed. He grimaced as I pulled the largest part of the plug past his sphincter muscle. After that, the rubber plug slid out easily. As I sat there caressing my slave's butt and massaging his asshole, I reached with my other hand for a condom. Using my teeth, I tore open the package and unrolled the condom on to my cock. My cock had been hard since Scott arrived, and it needed some relief. As Scott lay on the bed, still chained up but seemingly very content, I positioned myself behind the boy and slid my cock deep inside his ass. He moaned softly, but did not protest. It was the most wonderful, warm, tight asshole I had ever felt around my cock. I began a slow, undulating, fucking motion, as my slave began to move with me. I reached around under Scott's body and grabbed a nipple in each hand. I could tell they were still sore, but Scott enjoyed the stimulation. Gradually I increased the pace of my fucking, as I raped my young, smooth, muscular slave. He tightened the very ample muscles in his butt, providing even more friction for my engorged cock. I really began slapping my thighs against Scott's ass, and felt the cum start to build up in my balls. It began to surge through my cock, and I could hold back no longer. I pumped load after load of hot cum deep inside my boy's bowels. With each contraction of my muscles, I saw all the colors of the rainbow, and I screamed as a conquering Master should. After what seemed like an eternity, I collapsed on Scott's back, both of us bathed in sweat and wonderful animal scents. We lay there for nearly an hour before I could get up the strength for the final act of degradation for my willing slaveboy. I pulled my semi-erect cock out of Scott's asshole, removed the burgeoning condom, and went into the bathroom to flush it down the toilet. I needed to piss bad, but I didn't. When I returned to the bedroom, Scott, too, was showing signs of life. Before he could become completely coherent, I unchained him from the bed. "Get up, boy, and follow me." Scott stood, but since he was still hooded, I had to lead him where I wanted him to go. That was the bathroom. I turned on the sunlamp in the bathroom, and turned Scott around so that his back was to the bathtub. I unlaced his hood, unlocked the slave collar, and removed them. Scott was totally naked again for the first time since his arrival. "Stay put, boy," I said, and he did. I went out to the bedroom, and returned with my handcuffs. "Get into the tub, boy, and kneel down facing me." "Yes, Master," the trembling boy replied. He knew what was coming, but he was having second thoughts. But I knew he wanted it, and so did I. The tub had a handicap bar attached to the wall. I backed my slave up to the bar, placed his hands behind his back, and cuffed him to the bar. I went back out to my suitcase, grabbed my nipple clamps, and returned to the bathroom. As Scott watched in horror, I placed the nipple clamps on his already mangled nipples. He winced and screamed, but I ignored him. He had done very well so far, and I was willing to overlook a minor transgression at this point. The nipple clamps were connected by a chain, which I grabbed with my hand. I stood up on the edge of the tub, so that my cock was level with Scott's face. "Now, boy," I said, "you are going to learn the taste and feel of your Master's piss. You like that, boy?" "Yes, Sir. Please give me your piss, Sir." After about 30 seconds, I felt the fluid from my bladder begin to flow. As the warm liquid sprayed out of my cock, I aimed it directly at my captive, and covered his face, hair, and chest. "Open your mouth, boy," I ordered, and Scott did so. I filled his mouth with my piss, and as is overflowed the sides of his mouth, I reached down and clamped his jaws shut. "Swallow, boy," and he did. Scott slumped forward, his hands still cuffed to the bar, his body covered in my piss. I reached down and gently removed the clamps from his nipples. Grabbing the keys off the bathroom counter, I unlocked the handcuffs, allowing Scott to stretch out in the bathtub. He was completely wiped out. The boy had been through hell tonight, but he never backed down or flaked out. I was proud of him and proud of myself as well. I leaned over and helped Scott to stand up, and turned on the water. As it warmed up, I flipped the shower lever on and water covered our sweaty bodies. Scott and I must have stayed in the shower for an hour, as I soaped his body, massaged his muscles, and gently caressed the soreness out of him. He fell to his knees and sucked my cock in appreciation, and I fucked him again in the shower. Finally, I fell to my knees before this beautiful young man, took his cock in my mouth, and sucked him until he shot load after load of cum down my throat. As we dried each other, we hugged and caressed and laughed. When we were done, I ordered a bottle of champagne and some cheese from room service. We piled into the bed, drank, and ate. It was a wonderful evening for both of us, and one that I hope we can make happen again, very soon. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.