Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 16:58:15 -0600 From: r.duvall Subject: Mike's Pussy Boy Slave (ws) It all started one Friday night when I went to play pool in the back room of a local nightclub. I had been playing for about an hour or so when this guy named Mike came in. He was a rather big guy compared to me. I'm 5'7" and 165. Mike had to be 6'2" and 210 pounds. Tatoos all over his arms, a biker type, kind of a roughneck fucker that you didn't want to mess with. Well I didn't know this Mike very well, but I had played pool with him before. Although I did win some games here and there, for the most part, he would win about four out of every five games. We began playing just for fun or a drink, but as the night went on we started playing for money. It was just a couple of bucks at first, but after several games and a few double downs, I was down $30.00. By that time it was getting late. I told him I didn't have the money on me but I'd pay him the next day. He said no problem. The club was closing, everyone was getting kicked out. We left together. Outside the club, Mike and I were talking for a few minutes before getting ready to go home, when he said. Hey, why don't you come over and play some pool at my house. I've got a table in the rec. room and some beer. I'll give you a chance to win your money back. He offered. Well it sounded good to me. I wasn't really ready to end the night just yet, so I told him. Yeah, let's go, I'll follow you over. Twenty minutes later we got to his place. Went down in the basement to continue our match. I still wasn't winning and a few more drinks and a few more doulbe or nothing games, he had me owing him $300.00. Man! I can't fucking believe this. I told him. Mike, I've got to quit man. This is getting way too expensive for me. You're kicking the shit out of me here. I can't afford to lose any more money. Come on we'll play one more double or nothing, he said. Maybe you'll win. No fucking way Mike, I said. If I lose, I'll owe you six hundred bucks and I can't afford that. Mike said. No, we'll play a different kind of double or nothing. Oh yeah, like what, I asked. This kind, he said. If you win, you owe me nothing. Alright? And if I win, you owe me nothing. How's that sound? I said, it sounds good. What's the catch? The catch is, he said, if I win, you just have to be my slave for the night. Slave? Like, what kind of slave? I asked inquisitively. My slave, he said. You know? You have to do whatever I tell you to do. You mean Like sexual stuff? I asked. Hey, If that's what I want, he said. You're agreeing to do whatever I tell you to do, all night. So, is it a bet? I was kind of thinking it over out loud. Saying, yeah well I don't know about this shit Mike. If I lose you could have sucking your...That's when he abruptly cut me off. Hey fucker! I'm giving you a chance to get even. You want the fucking bet or not? I could see he was getting pissed, but I thought to myself. All I've got to do is win this one stinking game and I'm out of this mess. So I told him. Yeah, let's play. Cool, but I want to know one more thing before we start. If I win, you're not going to welsh on the bet now, are you fucker, he asked. Hey a bets a bet I said. If I lose, I'll be your slave. But Mike, you aren't winning this fucking game. I said like a real smart ass. So I broke. Well, it was a close game and I was playing pretty good. I got it down to one last shot, the eight ball, corner pocket. Here's where I finally whip your fucking ass, I said confidently. It was a long shot, but I took my time, then shot it. To my disbelief the ball hung up in the corner, leaving him an easy win. Fuck! I said. I can't fucking believe that I missed that shot. Well you did! Mike said laughing, as he casually walked up to the table, eyed the shot and said. I think it's about time for my little slave boy to get me a beer. Then he slammed the eight in the corner. I went upstairs thinking what the fuck did I get myself into now. I brought back down two beers, one for each of us. Mike took them both. Hey! Where's mine, I asked. Yours he said. You don't drink anymore tonight, unless I allow you to, remember. You're my fucking slave now. Maybe later, If you're a good little slave, and obey me, I'll give you an extra special drink. For now, you just do as I say. Got it fucker? So, let's get it over with. I said. What do you want me to do? I want you to kneel down and kiss my feet, that's what, he said. So, I knelt down, feeling like this would all be over with soon. Just do as he says for awhile until he gets tired of it. I kissed each of his boots once, then said. Yeah, so now what? Now what! He asked back in an echo of my question. Now, he said grabbing my chin roughly in his hand, I want you to get rid of that fucking attitude of yours, that's what. You think you're going to be getting off easy you little fucker, but you're about to find out I'm not playing any fucking games here. I'm going to get my six hundred dollars worth from you bitch. So understand this my little slut. I like my little slave boys naked when they serve me, understand. So take off your fucking clothes off and learn to serve me properly... RIGHT NOW WHORE! He leaned down a barked in my face. I was more than a little reluctant to strip in front of this guy and just kind of stared up at him in disbelief. That's when he said. HEY YOU LITTLE FUCKING CUNT... I JUST TOLD YOU TO STRIP!... THAT MEANS RIGHT FUCKING NOW WHORE! Embarrassed and scared, I slowly took my clothes off. Soon I was naked, kneeling before him, still not believing I was doing this for him. Yet here I was, naked, on my knees, getting a hard on from his commanding voice. I see you're liking this slave. He said, looking at my hardening cock. Well you won't be liking it by the end of the night, I'll assure you of that. Now crawl to that closet over there and bring me the black bag that's in there... MOVE IT CUNT! He barked. I crawled to the closet, without so much as a question. With Mike fully clothed and me naked and on my knees, I retrieved the bag for him. Once in hand, he said. I've got some nice shit in here for you little cunt, as he looked through the bag. I think you're going to like being my little pussy boy tonight. Even if you don't like it, you're going to obey me anyway. Now put your fucking hands behind your back slut. I obediently did as I was told. He walked behind me and snapped a pair of hand cuffs on me. He buckled a dog collar around my neck, attached a leash, then grabbed a riding crop from the bag and walked back in front of me. He took the middle of the leash, put it under his foot, then pulled up hard on the end forcing my head down to the carpeting... DOWN YOU FUCKING CUNT! He ordered. My head went down next to his feet... NOW THAT YOU'RE NAKED AND CUFFED YOU CAN KISS MY FUCKING BOOTS PROPERLY WHORE!...I SAID KISS THEM CUNT! He snapped. As he hit me with the crop. Without hesitation, I kissed his boots obediently, moaning like a little girl being punished... KISS THEM BOTH YOU FUCKING SLUT!... I did as I was told. All the while, I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, I hardly even knew this guy. For the next few minutes I followed his commands. Kissing his boots while he cracked a riding crop across my ass. NOW LICK MY BOOTS YOU FUCKING USELESS LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!... WHACK! After a few minutes of this he pulled away. STAY RIGHT THERE WHORE!... AND DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING EITHER OR I'LL REALLY BEAT YOU ASS WHEN I COME BACK! Then he left the room. It must have been twenty minutes that I stayed in that position, waiting, thinking. My ass in the air on fire from that riding crop, MY HANDS CUFFED, HEAD ON THE FLOOR. My will I had given to this man. When he finally came back he was completely naked except for his boots. He also had a pointer with him, like the ones teachers use in school. Tonight my little slut whore, I'm going to begin your training as my slut, my whore, my obedient little pussy boy...TONIGHT SLUT, YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN TO OBEY ME AND BE A GOOD LITTLE WHORE!...AREN'T YOU CUNT?...Then he brought that pointer down hard on my ass. CRACK! yes Sir I said meekly. I have rules for my slaves and you will learn to obey all of them. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME LITTLE WHORE...Then he cracked the pointer across my ass again. Yes sir, I cried. THAT'S A GOOD LITTLE SLUT! Rule number one. You will always address me as Master Michael whenever you are in my domain... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME WHORE? CRACK!... Came the pointer again. Yes Master Michael I whimpered. Rule number two. You will drop everything you're doing and come immediately to my house whenever I call you... IS THAT UNDERSTOOD SLUT?... CRACK! ...Yes Master Michael I squealed. Rule number three. You will obey all of my commands, all the time, anywhere, and without question. ...CRACK!...NOW! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ALL MY RULES YOU FUCKING LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT? ...CRACK! Yes Master Michael I cried in pain, tears now coming streaming down my face. GOOD! NOW GET YOUR FUCKING LITTLE ASS UP HERE CUNT!...You have earned that special drink I have for you slut. As I knelt up straight in front of him. He slapped me hard across my face, almost knocking me over. Then he grabbed my hair and said. OPEN YOUR MOUTH SLUT!... I opened my mouth for him. Then he stepped forward and put his huge thick cock in my mouth and said. HERE'S YOUR DRINK WHORE!... That's when he started pissing in my mouth. All that beer he had been drinking all night. I was drinking as fast as I could. I knew I had better not spill any on his carpeting. I drank and drank, all his piss, every drop. LOOK AT ME WHEN YOUR DRINKING MY PISS SLUT! He commanded. I stared up into his face like a good little pussy boy. Locking my eyes to his as I finished the last of his hot salty piss. Didn't I tell you I'd give you an extra specail drink slut? He asked with a smirk on his face... I was still looking up into his eyes. I could see he was enjoying this control he had over me.