Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2016 20:05:29 +0200 From: mymaster1986 Subject: The First Weekend - Chapter One The First Weekend. This is my first time submitting to Nifty. Please consider donating to Nifty. We all like it - let's keep it going. Any feedback would be much appreciated - send to mymaster1986@gmail.com. The usual disclaimers apply. This is fiction and contains scenes of domination, submission, bondage and various fetishes between two consenting males. If you are too young to read this or if it is illegal for you to read this, stop reading. ============================================================= The First Weekend - Chapter One ------------------------------- After the usual chatting back and forth - finding out what we were both interested in (bondage and submission), and our levels of experience (none on either side), and exchanging a few photos - it was time to meet up with the boy who wanted to submit himself to my control for the weekend. The meeting took place at a small, but busy, restaurant. I knew he would be on time, because I had told him to be. Sure, enough, when I arrived, he was easy to spot, dressed in tight fitting shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops - just as I had told him to dress. I sat down across the table from him, ordered myself a cup of coffee for us both, and while we waited for the coffee, we exchanged that awkward small talk that one always does at these meetings, never getting to the actual point of our meeting. Halfway through our coffee, I leaned forward and said to him, "We both know why we're here. This is your last chance to back out before this fantasy you have becomes a reality. If you want to go ahead with this, I want you to go to the restroom now. You will take off your underwear, and when you come back to the table, you will pass it to me under the table. If you want to back out, leave the restaurant now." The boy's face redenned somewhat, but he got up and headed off in the direction of the restrooms. By the time he got back to the table, I had finished my coffee. I felt his hand nudge my knee under the table, and I reached down to grab the underwear he had so recently been wearing, still warm from his skin. I looked at him, smiled, and said, "Follow me." I paid for the coffee and headed out towards my car, without glancing back to see if the boy was following. One the way to my car, I stopped at a trash can, and dropped his underwear in. When the boy had gotten himself settled into the passenger seat, I had another instruction ready for him, "It will be a forty minute drive back to my place, and I want you horny when we get there. There is a tablet in the glove box with a porn movie ready to play. Take it out of glove box, put the headphones in your ears and press the play button. I don't want to see you hands anywhere near your crotch - not even to adjust your hardon. From now on, your body is mine, and I don't want you touching without permission." The boy looked at me and I could see him gulp down any reservations he may have had, and he nodded. He took the tablet out, put the headphones in and pushed play as I drove out the parking lot. It wasn't long before the porn got hot and heavy and I could hear the sighing and moaning coming softly through the headphones. Without any underwear to keep his package under control, it didn't take long for the boy to start putting up a tent in his shorts, and soon enough he was rock hard, straining through his tight shorts. To his credit, as instructed, his hands never ventured anywhere near his crotch, even though it couldn't have been terribly comfortable. By the time we got back to my place, his shorts had quite a damp spot where his precum had soaked through. He was definitely fired up and horny. I took him into the house - it was quite a sight to see him walking with a raging hardon tenting his shorts, looking around nervously, wondering what would happen next, but to afraid to ask. I stood behind him and bought a small length of chain from my pocket, grabbing his arms, I soon had them secured behind him. Grabbing a longer length of chain, I secured his legs as well. Loose enough for him to get around, but there would be no forgetting that he wasn't free any more. I took a ball gag, told him to open his mouth and secured the gag in place. Opening up his hand, I put a set of keys into his hand and closed his hand around them. Still standing behind him, I stood closer so that my chest was pressed up against his back, I circled one arm around his waist and I moved my other hand towards his crotch, which had gone down considerably while I was binding and gagging him. Leaning in with my mouth near his ear, I gently told him, "You are mine now. Tied up and gagged. Powerless to run. Powerless to speak. As you cannot speak, you cannot use a safe word. However, in your hand is a set of keys. As long as those keys are in your hand, we continue. If you drop the keys, I will remove the chains and the gag and I will take you back to the restaurant immediately. So don't drop those keys unless you mean to stop. You are safe with me." Whether it was my soft words in his ear, or my hand massaging his crotch through his shorts, I don't know, but I started to feel a definite growth between his legs. I continued massaging until the boy was as hard as he was going to get. I slipped my hand slowly into the waist band of his shorts to get my first touch of the new cock that I now owned. The heat coming off his dick was wonderful, and it was moist and slick from his precum. His balls were beginning to tighten up nicely, but there was something there that a submissive has no business having - hair. I would have to take care of that before we went any further. I led him through to the bathroom. I put him in the middle of the shower, took a pair of scissors from the cupboard and I cut a line down the neck of his t-shirt. Putting the scissors to one side, I used my hands to rip the t-shirt off him. The boy's breathing sped up and I could see a small river of saliva from the corner of his mouth where he had gasped around the ball gag. Using the remnants of his t-shirt, I gently wiped it away. Picking up the scissors again, I ran the cold metal against his skin from his neck, down his chest, down his abdomen, until finally, they reached the waistband of his shorts - his last remaining modesty. I cut the shorts off him quickly. The boy was now naked. I walked around his slowly in the narrow confines of the shower and appraised what I saw before me. The boy still had a youthful build. Thin, but not very muscled; a smooth, hairless chest; and protruding from his nest of pubic hair, he had a georgeous, and very hard cock, with a very small bend to the left. Taking great care not to cut him, I used the scissors to trim his bush, before moving on to a razor to get him as smooth as possible. Undoing the chains that held his hands behind his back, I lifted his arms up towards the shower curtain rail and I secured his arms to the rail so that I would have unhindered access to his arm pits. He didn't have much hair under his armpits, but by the time I was done with him, he had none. Securing his hands back behind his back once more, I placed my knees behind his knees and while gently applying downward pressure to his shoulders, I pushed his knees forward so that he would be forced into a kneeling position in the shower. I stood in front of him and pulled my own hard cock out of my jeans and I pointed it at his face. His eyes opened wide when he caught his first glimpse of my thick, hard, eight inch cock pointed only inches from his face. I stood closer and swivelled my waist from side to side, slapping his face with my erection, leaving a trail of my precum on his face. Standing back a little, I released a flow of hot piss right into his face. He tried to turn his head away, but I used my hand to force his face back into the stream === Thanks for reading Chapter One. I would welcome feed back and ideas from you on how best to move the story forward. E-mail mymaster1986@gmail.com.