Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1999 00:13:52 EST
From: rob8mann@hotmail.com
Subject: Will and Richard

                         WILL AND RICHARD

          My Dad almost had a heart attack several days after my Aunt
     Jill died in a freak car accident.  Not because of her death, you can be
     sure.  Aunt Jill was 20 years older than Dad, and they were never that
     close.  It was when her will was read when the shit hit the fan.  I
     don't know why Dad thought he would be named her heir.  But it
     was I, and not him, that got every last penny that she had, and there
     were a damn lot of pennies!  Aunt Jill had studied engineering at a
     time when very few women did, and after working for a while for
     another outfit she started her own construction company with two
     of her male classmates.  She was smart as hell, was chosen president
     from the beginning, and the company did very well.  She never
     married, and devoted all her time to her work.  When she reached 62
     and decided to sell her shares to the other partners, she got over $4.5
     million for them.  This she invested in the stock market, and a little
     over a year later it was all mine.  Oh, the loot was in some
     complicated trust so as to avoid taxes as much as possible, but the net
     result was that I now had a huge amount of income for the rest of my
     life, to spend as I pleased.

          I had turned 21 several months before, so Dad couldn't get his
     hands on the money, which aggravated him even more.  I was just
     three months away from college graduation when I got the news, so
     I stuck it out and got my degree.  But from the instant I had that
     diploma in my hand, I decided it was time to enjoy my good fortune.
     Mother had died when I was twelve, Dad was my only close relative,
     and I didn't get on any better with him than Aunt Jill did.  He never
     could accept the fact that I since I was in high school I liked to fuck
     other boys.  If it had not been for Aunt Jill, who always encouraged
     me to be myself, and who had let me use a little apartment over her
     garage, the large number of college jocks whose cherries I had taken
     during my freshman and sophomore year would have lost them in the
     much more uncomfortable back seat of my car.  (By my junior year
     in college I was president of a fraternity where I had as much jock ass
     available as I could possibly want, but that is another story which
     must wait for another moment.)

          So I waved a permanent goodbye to the cold Wisconsin
     weather and headed for California.  I kept the same stockbrokers in
     Madison that Aunt Jill had used, gave instructions that 30% of the
     revenue from the stocks would be reinvested, and the other 70% be
     deposited in my bank checking account, which still left me with a lot
     of ready cash.  It was now time for serious fun.

          I bought a house, never mind the town, not too far from San
     Francisco.  It was a grand house (some stocks had to be sold to pay
     for it) and the best part was its windowless basement.  This I
     proceeded to fix at once into the greatest dungeon that could be had.
     Even before buying the house I had gone on a wild shopping spree in
     San Francisco, and amassed quite a collection of paddles, whips, belts,
     gags, chains, restraints, clamps, slings, dildos and plugs of all sizes,
     vibrators of every kind, cock rings and ball stretchers, penis cages,
     penis pumps, nipple rings with the corresponding needles, electrical
     stimulators, enema bags and nozzles, stocks, whipping horses:  you
     name it, I had it.  I had everything.  I even bought an electric cattle
     prod at a farmer's supply store.

          As to the windowless dungeon itself, I had the walls, floor and
     ceiling all painted jet black, and I personally supervised the crew that
     placed numerous narrow spotlights in the ceiling, all of which could
     be individually controlled by a wireless master switchboard.  I had
     many rings strongly anchored to the ceiling and walls, to which ropes
     could be attached, and smaller rings from which whips and other
     appropriate implements could be hung and displayed.  I paid no
     attention to the sarcastic remarks from the remodeling company
     crew.  For items like dildos and handcuffs and other small trinkets I
     purchased a heavy antique wooden dresser with many drawers.
     Fortunately there were several drains in the floor, all leading to a big
     sump pump.  I also placed a very heavy wooden table right in the
     middle of the room, again with rings all around, and a removable
     panel in the center, about eight inches in diameter, about which more
     later.  I also made the dungeon perfectly sound proof, for reasons not
     hard to imagine.  Luckily the previous owners had used the basement
     as a family room, and it was already connected to the house's central
     air conditioning system.

          I was hoping to use the dungeon as soon as possible, but luck
     was with me also in this matter.  Even before I moved into my new
     house I realized I had right at hand the perfect candidate for the
     grand inauguration of the dungeon.  He was Richard, the only son of
     the couple living in the house across the street from mine.  He was,
     pardon the trite expression, a really gorgeous hunk, and the best part
     was that he knew it.  I saw him first when the realtor showed me the
     house, and I learned from him that Richard had just turned 19, and
     was a freshman in some community college nearby.  One of the
     things that made me buy the house was that whenever I drove along
     that street (which I did several times before deciding to buy) he
     always seemed to be doing something in front of the house in his
     bathing suit, washing the car or mowing the lawn, anything to show
     of his beautiful body.  His unblemished skin was a radiant golden tan.
     His shoulders were wide, his waist narrow, his arms and legs thick in
     perfect proportion.  His pecs and abs were exquisitely chiseled.  His
     hair was black, and he kept it fairly short.  Later on, when I was able
     to see him up close, I realized his eyes were a beautiful dark blue.  His
     torso was perfectly hairless, and he had very little hair in his legs,
     though I noticed thick black hair in his armpits.  He seemed to be
     around 5' 11" tall, and I estimate he must have weighted around 165
     lbs. of fat free muscle.  And his cock!  Oh, his cock!  Even when it
     was soft inside his swimsuit, I could tell that cock was very
     respectably sized.  From the moment I saw him, I realized Richard
     had to be mine.

          From the moment Will moved into our neighborhood, perhaps
     even before, he caused quite a commotion.  It was not just that he
     was only 21 and yet very rich.  More than that, around here we were
     not used to his flamboyance.  Even though this town is close to San
     Francisco, it is an old town and fairly conservative, and our
     neighborhood even more so.  So when Will bought the house, spent
     a fortune fixing it up and buying new furniture, and arrived every
     morning from San Francisco to supervise the construction and
     remodeling crew in a brand new Jaguar sports car, wearing nothing
     but shorts, a tank top and work boots, there was bound to be a lot of
     talk.  What my parents and most of their friends studiously avoided
     mentioning was his incredibly hot body.  Will must have been just a
     little over 6' tall and around 200 lbs. of very hard muscle.  He was not
     quite as chiseled as I was, but his chest was wider, and his arms a lot
     thicker.  His eyes were a very light blue, his crew cut hair so blond it
     was almost white.  He had a very light tan, was obviously not used to
     the California weather, and if he stayed too much out in the sun his
     skin would turn slightly pink.  And he had a basket to envy.  All the
     girls in the street would joke that now I had competition, and they
     would have to look in both directions when they walked along the
     sidewalks in front of our houses.  I had a competition with Will in
     mind too, but not the one the girls were thinking of.

          I did not have to look at Will twice to decide that I had to have
     his ass, and the sooner the better.  He did not look gay, but hell,
     neither did a lot of the guys I had already fucked.  Out of my senior
     class in high school I had fucked almost two thirds of the girls, and,
     more important to me, almost half of the guys (I only went for the
     studs), including most of the members of the football team.  I had
     taken quite a number of high school cherries in the process, both
     male and female.  Once those guys had felt my cock deep in their
     throat, or up their ass, they fell in love with it permanently, and
     would always continue to come back for more.  And even if the girls
     were crazy about me, I always found the hot body of a hard young
     jock the most desirable of all.  A tight jock ass around my prick was
     my idea of heaven.  I always had more ass available to me than I could
     handle, and I can handle a lot!  And even though college had only
     started a month before, I had already laid two of my classmates, and
     they had loved it too.  Why shouldn't I fuck Will then?  So I decided
     not to waste any time, do the friendly thing, walk over to say hello,
     and introduce myself.  I would play it by ear from there.

          I could not believe my luck.  The second day I arrived at the
     house to supervise the remodeling, and Richard actually comes over
     to talk.  He was, as usual, only wearing a tight little bathing suit.  He
     did not even have any shoes on.  Up close he was better looking than
     I had thought possible.  The first time I saw those dark blue eyes I
     was sure that he was it.  He was quite friendly and talkative too, and
     I noticed right away that he was looking me over.  Not that I blamed
     him, I was quite a hunk myself.  And hell, I was looking him over
     too, and he didn't seem to mind.  So I decided to go for broke, and
     asked him if he would like to see what I was doing with my basement.
     It was of course not yet ready, but enough stuff had already been put
     in that its purpose was unmistakable.  I told him to go home and get
     some shoes on, since there were a lot of nails and rough pieces of
     wood all over.  While he was gone I asked the workers to get out of
     the basement for the moment, as I did not want anyone else present
     when Richard first saw it.  He arrived shortly after, wearing sandals.
     I had turned off all the lights in the basement, and we walked down
     the stairs using only a small flashlight.  When we were inside I
     suddenly turned all the lights on.  Richard gasped loudly.  I was very
     happy to see he was not shocked.  On the contrary, he seemed quite
     delighted.

          God almighty, I could not believe what I saw.  This was not a
     basement, this was a full fledged dungeon Will was building here.  It
     was quite large.  Everything was painted black, and there were rings
     anchored all over the walls and ceiling.  There was what seemed to be
     a huge table in the center, covered with burlap to protect it, and
     several crates of different sizes, whose contents I could only guess at.
     I would have to play it very carefully with Will, and make sure that
     if we ever used that dungeon I would be the top and he the bottom.
     Hell, I had never been bottom in my life, and was not about to be one
     now, even for someone as hot as Will.  He was very guarded about his
     own preferences, hinting a lot but saying very little.  It would be
     better for both of us if he preferred being bottom, but if not his
     preference would count for nothing.  I was sure I could manage
     everything my way, just as I always had before.

          I could tell Richard was impressed.  He did not need to ask
     what I was doing here, it was so obvious.  He did ask what was in the
     different crates, but I told him that was a surprise.  Actually, they
     contained all the toys I had purchased in San Francisco, which had
     not been unpacked yet.  Richard seemed a little nervous.  Perhaps I
     had gone too fast.  But as we talked, I realized he was very turned on
     by the idea of the dungeon, and was hinting, not too subtly, that he
     would like to use it as soon as it was ready, with me as the bottom!
     This was almost too easy.  I realized it would not be at all difficult for
     me to have him, and very soon now.  Tricking him into being bottom
     would be quite easy, I was sure.  But that would come later.  For the
     moment it would be useful to let him think things were going his
     way.

          I then showed Richard the rest of the house.  It was in very
     good shape when I bought it, and only the basement had required
     taking out everything that was there and starting fresh from the bare
     walls.  The rest of the house only needed painting, a few minor
     repairs, and new furniture and decoration.  I had brought with me all
     of Aunt Jill's Persian rugs (one of the many luxuries she indulged
     herself in, as a reward for all her hard work) and they went very well
     with the mostly modern furniture I had chosen.  The sound system
     was also new, state of the art, and its installation almost complete.
     The TV cameras with which I could monitor the dungeon from my
     bedroom were being delivered and installed that afternoon, and I had
     been promised by the contractor that they would be ready the next
     day.  Everything would be in order in 72 more hours at most.

          The house was absolutely fabulous.  It was obvious Will had
     huge amounts of money to spend.  There were thick Persian rugs
     everywhere, more that I could count.  Walking oven them in my bare
     feet was incredibly sensuous.  The new furniture was beautiful, very
     modern but comfortable rather than stark.  The stereo system was
     better than any I had ever seen.  There were speakers all over the
     house, and you could have different things playing in different
     rooms.  Everything could be controlled from several panels in
     different parts of the house, and there was even a master portable
     wireless panel.  There was a temperature controlled closet off the
     kitchen with space for 800 bottles of wine, and it was almost full.
     Will said he had insisted on including the wine in the purchase
     contract for the house.  A pool was being excavated in the back yard.
     The only mystery was where did a 21 year old guy get so much
     money.  His story about having inherited it all from a maiden aunt
     sounded made up.  If some of the rumors going around the
     neighborhood about the source of his wealth are true, I am going to
     have to be very careful.  I don't want to bite off more than I can
     chew.

          Richard immediately accepted my offer that we share a bottle
     of wine.  He was quite impressed with my wine cellar, probably more
     because of its size that because of its quality.  I opened a bottle of
     Chateau Margaux, and he did not seem to recognize the label.  But he
     clearly enjoyed drinking it.  As we were finishing the bottle I asked
     him point blank if he would like to try out my dungeon once it was
     ready.  He responded enthusiastically that as soon as I was tied up he
     would really make me have a lot of fun.  The poor innocent kid!  The
     very idea that he could ever be top to me was actually funny, and I
     had to control myself not to laugh out right in front of him.  I
     instead proposed a little game.  We would have a contest.  Whoever
     lost would be enslaved in the dungeon for a whole week.  During the
     second week the roles would be reversed.  After that, we would
     decide whether we wanted to continue or not.  There were several
     additional conditions to my proposal.  Whoever was slave would
     never be forced to continue as slave against his will, and could ask out
     at any time.  But I warned Richard that if he asked out while he was
     my slave he would be out of my life forever, and would never enter
     my house or my dungeon again.  I also stipulated that if I asked out
     during my turn as slave he would get a $100,000 dollar check from
     me, and it would be up to him if he wanted to see me again or not.
     He did not think twice before agreeing.  He did not yet know, of
     course, that the only one that was going to play slave was going to be
     him.  He would find out soon enough.

          The only thing we still had to decide was what the contest
     would be.  I first proposed a wrestling match, although expecting he
     would probably refuse that, since it was obvious that I was bigger and
     stronger than him.  Richard then suggested we have a chess match
     instead.  I could not believe my ears.  Aunt Jill had always been
     fascinated with chess, and had taught me to play since I was a small
     kid.  I had been chess champion at the university, and had won every
     tournament I had ever played in, although poor Richard did not
     know any of that.  We agreed to play by tournament rules, and
     whoever first won three points would be master for the first week.

          Will was going so fast, my head was whirling.  We had not
     known each other for more than three hours, and already were
     talking to each other as if we had been friends forever.  We had been
     drinking some really nice french wine when he suggested we use the
     dungeon together.  I loved his being so direct.  The idea of having
     him tied up there, his body at my total disposal, made me so hot my
     cock began to twitch wildly inside my swim suit.  I quickly agreed,
     making it clear that I would be the master and he the slave.  He was
     a little coy at first, but then agreed that we would take turns, each
     one being master, and then slave, for a whole week, with a contest to
     decide who would be master first.  I decided I could risk being a slave
     to him for a week, and wasn't too worried about who would be
     master first.  If the price to be paid was to be Will's slave for one
     week, I would pay it.  Will was so damn hot, it might even be
     interesting, as a new (and very short term) experience.  I was sure
     once he had tried me as a master for a whole week, and had felt my
     big cock up his ass and down his throat, he would love it so much
     that he would remain my permanent slave after that.

          I was somewhat surprised that Will proposed a wrestling match
     to settle the issue.  I played in my mind with the idea of wrestling
     with him, naked and well oiled, the winner to immediately fuck the
     looser, but he was bigger than me and would almost certainly win.
     Those odds I did not like.  I wanted to at least have a chance of being
     master first.  So I proposed a chess match.  I was on the chess club in
     high school, in spite of the fact that most of the other members were
     real nerds.  But I actually had always liked the game, and was pretty
     good at it.  The best way to improve my play was by practicing, and
     the chess club was the best way to do that.  I can add that the chess
     club improved its reputation tremendously by having me as one of its
     stars.  So I proposed a match set at three points, under tournament
     rules.  Will was a little taken aback at my proposal, and I had to
     explain to him what tournament rules were.  If he did not know even
     that, this would be a piece of cake.  But he finally agreed, and I was
     ecstatic.

          We now had to find out a way for me to be free for two weeks
     in a row.  I decided to tell my parents that starting next Saturday I
     would be staying with friends at the college dorms for two weeks, so
     I could study with them for some big exams that were coming up.
     My parents had always given me quite a bit of freedom, and I was
     sure they would accept that.  I realized that I would have to work
     very hard afterwards to catch up after two weeks of being absent
     from classes, but it was just the beginning of the semester, and things
     would work out.  This was a Tuesday, Will and I agreed that we
     would have the match the coming Saturday, starting at 9:00 AM, and
     the dungeon would be inaugurated as soon as someone had won three
     points.  My whole body was trembling with excitement as we shook
     hands on the deal.

          Richard was putty in my hands.  He was visibly excited when
     we finally agreed on the conditions for our little contest.  We shook
     hands to seal the agreement.  I did not let go of his hand, but held it
     firmly in mine.  I looked at him deeply, and slowly pulled him closer
     to me.  He was a little giddy with the wine he had drunk, and put up
     no resistance.  When he was close I put my other arm behind his
     back, and drew him tight to me.  The house was cool, and as the
     warm skin of our bare chests touched, I could feel his ragged
     breathing, and the strong beat of his heart.  He tensed somewhat, and
     I could touch the hard muscles of his back as I held him there.  The
     smell of fresh sweat from his armpits was intoxicating.  I kissed him,
     my tongue opening his mouth roughly, probing deeply.  He
     responded with his own tongue, making my cock harden at once
     inside my shorts.  I reached down with my other hand, and reached
     for his cock.  It was already hard, and I was not disappointed as I felt
     its size.  He moaned as I fondled his hard cock and squeezed his balls,
     his tongue responding enthusiastically deep in my mouth.  Even with
     the cock inside his swimsuit, my practiced hands could tell it was very
     well sized.  Richard was a real gem, no doubt about it.  This was
     going to be one fun week.

          It was hard not to go any further.  I seriously considered not
     waiting, and taking Richard's cherry right then and there.  I was sure
     I could do it, with his consent or without it.  But my dream dungeon
     was waiting, and I would have to be patient.  So I told Richard it
     would be best if we did not see each other until Saturday, so nobody
     would suspect anything.  He reluctantly agreed, and we parted.  He
     did not seem to be any less excited than I was.  I only wondered how
     he was going to cross the street and get to his room with that hard on
     showing off clearly inside his tight swimsuit.  But that was his
     problem, not mine.

          I could hardly wait for Saturday to arrive.  I did not get much
     studying done for the rest of the week, that was for sure.  Whenever
     I thought of Will I would get a raging hard on, and had to drop
     whatever I was doing and go jerk off at once for relief.  I lost all
     control over myself for those few days.  I couldn't think of anything
     but of Will's hot body tied up in his own dungeon, and of the things
     I would do to him.  Even though I was jerking off at least four or five
     times a day, every night I was also having wet dreams.  In my dreams
     I always came in a raging orgasm just as I was going to fuck Will's
     ass.  I promised myself that by Sunday at the latest Will would be
     begging me to take his cherry.  And once he did that, once his ass
     opened for me, you can be sure I was not going to come prematurely,
     but only after I was buried deep inside him.

          So I went about the motions of going to classes and doing
     homework, but my heart was not in any of that.  I could only think
     of what was going to happen come Saturday.  Friday night I could
     hardly sleep, but was up by 8:00 Saturday morning, had a quick
     breakfast, left a note for my parents saying I had left for my college
     dormitory, and was at Will's house at 9:00 sharp.  I had noticed his
     car arriving about ten minutes before that.  I was wearing only shorts
     (no underwear) when I arrived, and was surprised to find him in
     baggy sweat pants and a long sleeved sweat shirt.  I noticed the air
     conditioning in the house was set quite cold too.  I wanted to go back
     home for a moment and get something warmer, but Will said he
     could lend me a sweat suit just like his.  We went over to his
     bedroom, which was now furnished with a huge king sized bed.  He
     opened the walk-in closet and pulled out sweat pants and a sweat
     shirt, which he handed to me.  Without thinking about it I turned
     around as I took off my shorts to put on the sweat pants.  It was
     probably a good idea anyway.  I did not want Will to be frightened by
     my 9« inch cock yet.  We then went downstairs to the family room,
     where the chess set and the tournament clock were ready for us.  I
     was a little surprised by his having a clock, but Will said he had
     purchased it the day before in San Francisco.  It surely did not look
     new, but I let that pass.  And we sat down to play.

          I had worked feverishly since Tuesday to have everything ready
     by Saturday morning.  I even had to pay the contractor extra so that
     his crew would work overtime.  But by Friday evening everything was
     perfect.  I spent Friday night in my San Francisco hotel, reading
     Baudelaire till 10:00 PM after a light dinner.  I had no wine with
     dinner, as I wanted my head to be very clear the next day, but could
     not resist a snifter of Armagnac with my coffee.  By 10:15 PM I was
     sound asleep, and awoke fully refreshed by 6:30 Saturday morning.
     I arrived at my new home just 10 minutes before the appointed hour.

          Richard arrived exactly on time.  This time he was only wearing
     some very skimpy shorts.  If he wanted to dazzle me, he was doing
     just that.  I couldn't take my eyes off his hot body.  He did not seem
     to have a full erection, but his cock was making a noticeable bulge
     down the leg of his shorts.  It was just an inch short of peeking out
     from beneath them.  But I had expected this.  Although I was quite
     sure he would be no match for me at chess, I did not want any
     distractions.  And Richard's naked chest would certainly be very
     distracting.  So since Friday afternoon I had set the air conditioning
     control to a quite cold 62 degrees, and I was wearing a very warm
     sweat suit and wool socks.  Richard of course would not be able to
     resist that temperature wearing nothing but shorts, so I offered to
     lend him something warmer.  We went up to my bedroom, where I
     got another sweat suit for him, and told him to put it on.  As he took
     of his shorts, he modestly turned around, and I could not see his
     cock.  But I saw his very cute and very tight bubble ass, and was quite
     satisfied with that.  I was also happy to notice he was not wearing any
     underwear.  I did not offer him any socks.  It would be better if he
     was just a little uncomfortable with the cold.  We then went
     downstairs to the family room, where the chess set was ready and
     waiting for us.

          From the start I realized Richard was lost.  He might have been
     a good player at a normal high school level, but was no match for me.
     I played the first game out slowly, letting him think he had a chance,
     but after I had figured out his mode of playing, I quickly mated him.
     The second game I let him win.  The third I won rather quickly, and
     by now Richard was starting to get nervous.  It was almost noon, so
     I suggested a rest for lunch.  The pool was not yet ready, and we
     could not go for a swim, so we went directly to the kitchen.  I had
     ordered two dozen fresh oysters, which we accompanied by a half
     bottle of Mumm's Cordon Rouge champagne.  A full bottle might
     have been distracting, but a half bottle with the oysters proved to be
     quite as stimulating as I had anticipated.  After that we had a big
     salad, and a little chocolate mousse for dessert.  The chocolate would
     provide some endorphins for the first few minutes in the dungeon.
     After lunch we went back to the chess table, and this time I showed
     Richard who was the better man, mating him in less than half an
     hour.  Richard was now mine.

          Me and my big mouth!  I thought I was so smart, suggesting
     that we settle who would be master first by a chess competition.  But
     how could I have guessed that Will would be a much better chess
     player than I was?  At first he let me think we were more or less
     evenly matched, and I actually won one game.  But at the end he let
     loose with a game so brilliant, I did not realize I was lost until just
     three moves before I was mated.  At any rate, this was not the end.
     If I was to be Will's slave the first week, he would be mine the
     second.  And I was sure that after that second week, Will would be
     so in love with my cock he would worship it forever.  So I put on a
     brave face, and told Will we could start whenever he wanted.

          In spite of the cold, Will told me to undress in front of him.
     I could not resist.  He sat down in a very comfortable arm chair, and
     had me stand in front of him.  Actually, I was already quite excited,
     wondering what Will would do with me.  I grabbed the sweat shirt
     and pulled it very slowly up, showing him first my abs, then my pecs.
     As it went past my head I threw it to a side.  Will just sat there,
     apparently emotionless, staring.  I could already feel the cold, but
     neither of us said anything.  I then grabbed both sides of the elastic
     waist band of the pants and very slowly peeled them down.  The
     pants caught on my hard cock, which was pointing straight up and
     tight against my belly, the head just touching my belly button.  I
     could tell Will was enjoying this, so I kept pulling down on each side,
     the pants slowly bending the cock down until it pulled free, and
     snapped back against my belly.  I kept pushing the pants down until
     they fell around my ankles, and then kicked them away with my feet.
     Will just sat there, and stared at me for quite a while without
     blinking.  Then he got up and very slowly walked around me several
     times, inspecting my body methodically from all angles.  I could see
     he was staring with particular attention at my cock.  I knew that
     would be his undoing.  No stud who looks at my cock like that can
     resist worshiping it afterward.  But he never touched me, showing
     more self control than I would have if the conditions had been
     reversed.  After the third time around, he stopped behind me.  I tried
     to look back, but a very sharp "eyes front" from him made me give
     that up.

          Aaaaaarghhhhhhhh!  Shit fuck!  I did not expect Will to slap
     my ass like that, so hard and without any warning.  Damn it, it hurt.
     He must have grabbed some kind of paddle without my noticing, for
     it hit me square on both buttocks, making me jump forward, almost
     losing my balance.  Just one stroke and my ass felt on fire.  When I
     started to complain Will warned me:  another word and I would get
     five more of the same.  I shut up very quickly after that.  Will then
     explained that when he asks me to take off my clothes he expects me
     to fold them carefully, not just throw them carelessly aside.  I did not
     need to hear him twice, but quickly went over, picked up the clothes
     I had taken off, folded them, and placed them carefully in the chair
     where Will had been seating.  I then returned to my place, and stood
     at attention.  He smiled, and turned around, signaling for me to
     follow him.  I knew the dungeon was waiting for me.  I followed,
     trembling, hoping I would be able to resist the full week of whatever
     Will had planned.

          Things were going like clockwork.  Richard had reacted well to
     having lost at chess, and immediately obeyed when I asked him to
     undress.  His chest I already knew, it was his cock I was really
     anxious to see.  But he undressed very slowly, letting me savor the
     sights, which I considered a nice touch on his part.  After he took of
     the sweat shirt he started to slowly peel down his sweat pants, one
     hand on either side of the elastic waist band.  Almost at once the
     band snagged on his already hard cock, which was pointing straight
     up.  Richard really knew how to put on a nice show.  He continued
     to pull the pants down, forcing his cock to bend down slowly, until
     it came loose and came up again, hitting his belly with an audible
     snap.  A very nice effect, I thought.  He did make one mistake.  After
     taking off his clothes, he threw them aside, not even looking at where
     they fell.  This was not acceptable, and a lesson had to be taught.  I
     would get to it soon enough.  In the meantime I got up, and without
     a word circled him very slowly three times.

          He stood there motionless, perfectly naked.  And perfect in
     every other way as well.  Perfection was the word that kept swirling
     in my mind as I looked hungrily at him.  His body was dazzling, the
     proportions just right, with every muscle standing out in beautiful
     detail.  There was not a single part of his body that was not absolutely
     beautiful.  His ripped abs were particularly attractive, and his tight ass
     was luscious, but the king muscle was the best of all.  I could have
     stared at it for hours.  It looked slightly smaller than mine, but I
     estimated it would measure a very respectable 9 to 9« inches, and
     was quite thick even in proportion to that length.  It was very pale,
     specially in contrast to the golden tan on most of his body, and had
     thick blue veins standing out like cords along its whole length.
     Though Richard's torso was quite hairless, and his legs had only fairly
     light hair, his prick was surrounded by a large, dense bush of jet black
     hair, with very sharply defined edges.  The crowning glory of that
     cock, however, (apart from its size) was its foreskin.  It was long, and
     covered the head completely, yet it opened up loosely at the tip, so
     that if you looked at it from above you could clearly see the dark
     pink head inside, including the large piss slit.  If I had sat down at my
     computer to design Richard, I don't think I could have done any
     better than nature had done for him.  As I said, this was going to be
     a fun week, and even more fun in the many weeks and months to
     come    no pun intended!  I was going to love playing with that
     gorgeous body, making it totally mine through pain and through
     pleasure, so that from now on and for all time it would live only for
     me, responding at once to my every whim.

          First of all, Richard had to be taught that slaves must be careful
     with their clothes.  So I reluctantly stopped my observation for the
     moment, walked behind Richard, got the paddle I had hid under one
     of the cushions, stood behind and slightly to his left, raised my right
     arm, took careful aim, and swung the paddle swift and hard straight
     at his ass.  My aim was perfect, as was my sense of timing.  Richard
     clearly had not anticipated his punishment would start so soon, even
     before reaching the dungeon.  For a split second after the paddle hit
     there seemed to be no reaction at all, but then he gasped suddenly
     and let out a loud wail which was music to my ears.  When I
     explained the reason for his punishment, and the need for his keeping
     silent, he quickly picked up his clothes and folded them carefully.
     Things were going well, he learned fast.  I then motioned for Richard
     to follow me, and we descended into the dungeon.  It was a symbolic
     descent into hell, for this week was going to be hell for Richard.  But
     it would be an instructive hell and an enjoyable hell for him too, I
     would make sure of that.

          When we got to the dungeon things were a lot better organized
     than when I saw it on Tuesday.  All the lights were on, and I had a
     sense of foreboding as I walked totally naked down the stairs behind
     Will, my ass still tingling from the single paddle stroke he had given
     me.  The table I had seen before was now on full display in the center
     of the dungeon, and it was so big, and made of such thick planks, that
     it must have weighed a ton.  There were rings all around it, and it was
     obviously made to tie someone there so tight he could not move at
     all.  The rest of that large wall was covered with a collection of
     torture implements to strike fear into anyone's soul.  There were
     several dozen whips and belts and paddles of every size and
     description, plus a multitude of ropes and chains.  Against another
     wall there was a huge chest of drawers, heavens knew what was inside
     it.  Close to that chest there were what seemed to be two whipping
     horses.  There were also many ropes hanging almost down to the
     floor from the rings in the ceiling and all four walls.  I was beginning
     to worry.  Could I trust Will once I was tied up in here?  Nobody
     knew where I was.  What if Will pushed me beyond where I was
     willing to go?  I started to shiver slightly, and not just because of the
     cold.

          Will motioned for me to stand a couple of feet in front of the
     table.  With a finger across his lips, he also signaled for me to be
     silent.  Then he walked over to the chest of drawers, and came back
     holding two pairs of heavy leather wrist and ankle cuffs, each with a
     small padlock.  They also had steel rings to which ropes could be
     attached.  My trembling was now noticeable, but Will reassured me
     with a very sweet smile.  I decided to stick to our agreement, and
     silently let him put all four cuffs on me, the closing of each padlock
     sounding louder in my ears than I could have thought possible.  The
     wrist cuffs, as I had expected, were then tied to ropes hanging from
     the far sides of the ceiling, and the ankle cuffs to ropes coming from
     low down on opposing walls.  Will then pulled the wrist ropes up as
     tight as he could, using some kind of a crank, and then did the same
     with the ones on my ankles.  As my ankles were spread apart my
     body descended a few inches, so that my arms were now stretched
     very tightly up and to the sides.  My feet barely touched the floor,
     and part of my weight was hanging from my wrists.  My arms and
     legs were spread out in a tight X, and I could not move at all.  Despite
     Will's reassuring smile, I started to tremble once more.

          Richard was now mine, all mine.  The long and careful planning
     had paid of splendidly.  He was now my prisoner, tied up and helpless
     in my dungeon.  His gorgeous body was there for me to play with,
     for me to teach.  He would learn that exquisite pain can be the road
     to even more exquisite pleasure.  He would learn, even more, that he
     would enjoy pleasing me more than pleasing himself, that he would
     find himself by giving in totally to me.  I would be a cruel master, and
     he would learn not just to accept my cruelty, but to crave it, to love
     it.  He would grow into my cruelty, and in the end would get his
     greatest pleasure from it.  But this would come slowly, and I would
     guide him gently, preparing him in advance for every step, so that he
     would voluntarily accept each one, and each in turn would be for him
     a revelation of even greater bliss to come.  It would be a thrilling
     adventure.  I was hard pressed to guess who would enjoy the whole
     thing more, Richard or I.

     [To be continued.]