Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2018 15:45:53 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Colin's Adventures

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Colin's Adventures - Part 1

After a few sexual encounters with men - nothing serious, nothing heavy
– I decided to look around for something a little more
unusual. Searching on-line, I found a gay dating site, specialising in
fetish pursuits. I didn't know quite what I wanted, but it seemed a good
place to start. I created a profile, but without many details on it, as I
didn't know what I wanted.

'Hey, sounds like you're new to this. What you after?'

The message appeared while I was still on-line. I had a look at his
profile: tight body and gorgeous looking cock, about eight inches long;
nice and thick too. He was 42 years old - I love older men. He lived in
Wickford, the next town over, so it was easy to get to. Reading his text
got me ultra hard, so I was hooked instantly.

'Dominant Master looking for subs and slaves. Into complete control, so
pretty rough sessions planned. Experienced here; your level of experience
not important. Long-term relationship possible, as long as the chemistry
works.'

I sat and re-read the profile three times, as I stroked my cock. I didn't
know much about this world, but I knew I wanted to know more.

'Hello, Sir. Thanks for the message. Totally new to this, but very keen to
try it out. Hot looking profile and pix by the way.'

He told me that he thought there was no point in short sessions, anything
less than 12 hours would be ruled out by him. His standards were very high:
I would have a safe-word; no excessive pain; no scat; no blood. He wanted
complete control during a session. I should expect arse-beating,
tit-torture and fucking; plus a good amount of cock and ball torture. He
might also invite other masters to use me. He didn't like using rubbers, so
raw fucking only.

It sounded a bit extreme, especially for a BDSM novice, but my cock just
got harder and harder.

After a while he asked if I had any face pix – I expected him to vanish
when I said no, but he just tried another route.

'Get on cam then.'

'Sorry, Sir. I'm still not sure about showing my face.'

'I need to know that you're genuine. How do I know you're really a blond
17-year-old? You might be some ugly old bastard. So get on cam and show me
as much as you can.'

I complied, and immediately he reciprocated – but didn't show his
face. His cock looked even better in motion - my own cock was dripping
pre-cum as I looked at it. He got me to twist my nipples, slap my cock
around, and tie my ball-sac up – it seemed so wrong on every level, but
I was more turned on than ever before.

'Okay, boy. I'm convinced you're genuine. Send me a message with your
mobile number and I'll reply with mine. Then let me know when you can make
a proper length session. No wanking off tonight either.'

He then vanished from my screen and went off-line.

I sent the message and struggled to get to sleep without my usual wank.

We had a few short sessions on cam; never quite showing each other our
faces. He would order me to abuse myself, whilst he played with his
cock. If I did well, I was allowed to wank off; if not, then a frustrated
night followed.

My mother told me that she had to go away for a few days, on a business
trip, and that it was during half-term. She was concerned about leaving me
on my own, but I said it wouldn't be a problem. All I could think of was
Sir, and a really long session at his place.

As soon as I could get away from my mother, I ran to my room and sent Sir a
message.

'Excellent news,' he replied. 'That will give us oodles of time. I did say
12 hours, but as you've got a few days, how about a visit from Friday
morning to Sunday afternoon? Let me know. And no wanking until we meet.'

I confirmed the time and date. My heart was racing as I imagined what I was
getting myself into. Sir had made it clear that whilst he was happy to
train a novice, he wouldn't change his normal BDSM regime - complete
control was his maxim.

A few days before we were due to meet, he sent me a list of instructions.

'Bring a change of clothes in a small holdall. Wear your school
uniform. Make sure your arsehole is thoroughly cleaned out. Trim your pubic
hair, as short as you can. When you get to Wickford station, text me, and
I'll give you my address.'

I was awake at six o'clock that Friday. I packed the holdall, had a hot
shower - cleaned out my arsehole thoroughly - and left the house. There was
a train every 30 minutes, so it was an easy journey.

I arrived at the station an hour earlier than planned - I was so eager to
meet Sir. I texted him and he replied with his address, which was a nearby
block of flats. He gave me the door code and the flat number. I was to go
straight up.

Climbing the stairs to the second floor was the hardest of all - half of me
wanted to turn around and run away, but then the other half, which knew I
had to keep going, was winning out. Step by step I got closer to his front
door. There was a note pinned to it.

'Welcome, boy. Strip to your boxers and ring the doorbell twice, then open
the door and come inside.'

I stared at the note for what seemed like an age, but eventually I began to
undress. I was naked from the waist up, and about to drop my trousers, when
I heard voices in the stairwell below.

A man and a woman appeared on the landing behind me. They both laughed as
the woman searched in her bag for keys.

'Enjoy your visit, son,' said the man, smiling.

I guess they had some idea of what went on in the flat opposite.

The couple had made me really nervous. But instead of picking up my clothes
and running away, I just stood there, bare chested, for a few minutes. Then
I noticed the note again, so I dropped my trousers, collected up my
uniform, and rang the doorbell.

The hallway was neat and tidy, with a small table against the wall on my
left. A small padlock and two pieces of paper sat on the table. I grabbed
the hand-written paper and read.

'Nearly there, boy. Now, take your boxers off, put all of your clothes, and
any other belongings, into the holdall. Read the contract and, if you're
happy with it, padlock the holdall. Then sign the contract and stand facing
the front door, with your hands behind your head.'

Contract? Locking clothes away? Getting naked in a stranger's flat? This
was just madness! However, without even thinking, I pushed down my
boxers. My cock sprang out, all seven and a half inches, and was rock-hard
and thicker than I had ever seen it before. I slowly folded my clothes and
locked them away. Then picked up the other piece of paper.

'Slave contract. This contract is between the slave and the Master. It
operates from the moment of signature until the end of the relationship.

'The slave is entirely for the Master's pleasure, and will always do
everything he can to ensure this pleasure. The slave will obey the Master
completely, immediately, and without question.

'The slave expects to be used sexually by the Master and his
friends. Sexual use includes: kissing; oral sex; rimming; anal sex. It also
includes: arse-beating; cock and ball torture; tit-torture. The slave
accepts that all sex will be undertaken bareback.

'The slave understands that the Master will use such discipline as is
needed; this will be both to punish any misbehaviour by the slave, and for
the amusement of the Master. The slave accepts that he is due an initial
punishment of twenty strokes to his arse for not showing his face to the
Master in advance.

'The Master will not mark the slave, even temporarily in any place which
would be visible once clothed; the Master will not mark the slave
permanently anywhere; the Master will not inflict grave pain on the slave;
the Master will respect the slave's use of the safe-word: Spent.'

There were places for both signatures.

This was becoming more real than I had expected. However, this was what I
wanted to try. So I signed the contract and then stood as ordered.

It seemed like I had been standing there for hours, but clearly it was only
a few minutes.

'Nice arse,' said Sir. 'I remember that crack from the cam.'

There was something about the voice, which I hadn't noticed before, that
seemed very familiar.

He was getting closer, then suddenly it all fell apart.

'Colin? What the hell?' he exclaimed.

I turned round.

'Mr. Perry? What are you doing here?'

He turned and went back into the lounge. My head was spinning. What was my
maths teacher doing here?

I slowly followed him through. He was sitting slumped in a chair, his face
pale and drawn.

'Was that really you on that sex site cam, Colin?'

I gulped, I could hardly deny it.

'Yes, sir,' I said, avoiding his gaze. 'And was that really you on the
other end, sir?'

'Y-y-yes. Well I guess this changes things.'

We just sat there for a while.

'I'll give you the key, so you can get dressed,' he said, as he stood up
and walked over to a desk. I couldn't help but notice the tight arse I had
been expecting to bury my face in.

I stood up to take the key from him, and suddenly noticed that my cock was
rock-hard again. Mr. Perry tried not to look at it, so he used humour to
distract himself.

'Well, you're definitely well equipped down there, so I'll give you an A+
for that.'

I took the key, but didn't move away.

'I guess you're a bit frustrated, and that's why it's not subsiding,' he
said. 'Perhaps a bit of privacy in the bedroom might help?'

'Yes, sir. That's a week of going without a wa... Er, maybe we should both
do it in the bedroom together.'

'Oh, I never wank off. My load always goes into a sub's arse or mouth.' He
suddenly stopped himself. 'Sorry, Colin. I didn't mean to say that to you.'

I don't know why, but I thought a bit of honesty would be helpful.

'No need to hide it, sir. We've both seen each other on cam. And you told
me what you wanted, and I told you what I wanted. It's just a pity we
didn't know who we were talking to at the time.'

'You mean you really meant all that stuff?' he asked.

'What stuff?'

'The stuff you said about my cock, my body ... about what I was going to do
to you,' he explained.

'Of course I meant it, sir. I was totally honest with you. I just didn't
know it was you. And what about you, sir? You seemed to like my body, and
had some ideas about what to do with it.'

'Yes, but I didn't know it was your body, Colin.'

'Perhaps we should give it a try then?' I said, biting my tongue as I did
so. 'Sorry, sir, I shouldn't have said that.'

I tried to pull back, but my hard-standing cock was leaking pre-cum.

He tried to make a joke of it.

'Yes. I suppose I could screw a naked pupil, while squeezing his balls.'

'Well, you were going to, sir. Weren't you?'

'Look, Colin,' he said. 'I'm pretty hardcore, and I can see that you're
real horny, but I am still your maths teacher.'

I walked out into the hallway, and was about to unlock the bag when I saw
the contract.

'What do we do with this contract, sir? I did sign it.'

'Well, my boy. A contract is a contract. And that bare arse of yours looks
mighty fine. So, shall we just throw caution to the wind and pretend that
we are strangers?'

My cock twitched as I returned to the lounge for my first non-maths lesson
with Mr. Perry.

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Colin's Adventures - Part 2

'Stand in the middle of the floor, boy,' he said, 'and don't move.'

This wasn't Mr. Perry's normal tone of voice, this was definitely Sir's.

He was behind me, but I could feel him looking me up and down. Silently he
walked up behind me, his mouth only a couple of inches from my ear.

'Fucking great body you've got there, boy. You're not going to know what's
happened to it by the time I'm finished. This is now all mine, so I get to
do whatever I want until Sunday afternoon. What I want, I get. You can beg,
plead, cry, whatever ... I don't care, this is all for my
gratification. You're my slave-boy, and you're going to give me everything
I want, aren't you, boy?'

'Yes, sir ... Sorry. Yes, Sir!'

'I'm going to start by inspecting your hot and horny body. Then I'm going
to punish you for not telling me who you were. Twenty strokes across the
arse should do the trick. Next, I'm going to play with your body for a good
long time.'

His hand gently trailed down my back, I was shivering with excitement from
his touch. He cupped my arse-cheeks, clearly enjoying the feel of my tight
buns.

'Bend over, slave.'

He inspected my hole, running his finger over my anus. Then, without
warning, and without any preparation, he rammed a dry finger deep inside
me. I cried out in pain and shock. Sir just laughed.

'Good and tight. Excellent,' he said. 'Have you been fucked much, boy?'

'Only five times, Sir.'

'All the same man?'

'Three different men, one came back for more, Sir.'

The finger came out just as suddenly as it was pushed in.

'Stand upright, slave.'

I stood up, as the probing finger was held just in front of my mouth. I
knew what I had to do, and so sucked it into my mouth. I could taste my
arsehole as I cleaned it off, good job I'd been thorough in the shower
earlier.

Whilst he stood directly behind me, his hands explored the front of my
body. His fingertips ran over me with the gentlest of touches. They played
with my nipples a bit, before suddenly grasping them both. A short, savage
twist made me move back into his body – I could feel his body heat even
through his shirt.

'Nice reaction, boy,' he said. 'But I told you not to move.'

His hands released my nipples and three hard slaps to my arse quickly
followed. Then he walked round to the front of me.

'Fuck, boy. To think that this body belongs to a pupil of mine. I should
have had it earlier.'

I knew I had a good body, and worked hard to get it that way. Everything
was there: six-pack; good sized pecs; and good strong arms and legs.

His hand traced around my cock. It twitched in its hardest ever state.

'You seem to like that, boy.'

He weighed my balls in his hand, then started to squeeze them ... tighter
and tighter. The feeling changed from a caress, to a tightness, to
pain. Part of me wondered what on earth was going on; here was my teacher
purposefully inflicting pain on a pupil to give himself sexual pleasure
... but then I knew I was hornier than ever and I was loving it too.

He let go, and then hit my ball-sac six times with quick, short, sharp
slaps; harder than anything I'd been able to do to myself on cam. Then one
really hard one, I doubled over in pain – again he laughed, then spanked
my arse again.

'Stay still, slave,' he said, 'or I'll have to give you more than just my
hand.'

As I dragged myself up straight again, I couldn't help noticing that he was
rubbing his bulge – Mr. Perry was really getting turned on by this
... but then, so was I.

He walked round me a few times, ogling my body, I could feel his eyes
burying into my skin. I was totally exposed, and he loved it. Then he stood
behind me again, pulled my body against his, and started to kiss my neck. I
was in heaven, that was one of my absolute triggers ... but this was my
teacher. I moaned involuntarily, and my body squirmed in his arms. After a
while he released me, and came in front of me; then gently holding my head,
he started to kiss my lips, making sure I knew he was in charge. At first,
a couple of pecks, but soon passionate French-kissing, with his tongue
invading my mouth.

He pulled back, and sat down in a chair facing me.

'Well that was a pretty good start, don't you think, boy?'

'Yes, Sir. Fucking amazing.'

'That cock of yours looks like it's right on the edge, and about to
shoot. That's not allowed until I'm done with you, and even then only if
I'm happy. Do you know how one of these works?' He showed me a chastity
device.

'Yes, Sir. I've seen a few pix during my googling sessions.'

'The problem is that you need to be soft to get into it. I don't think
you're able to get soft whilst I'm touching your cock, so I'm going to give
you ten minutes. Put it on when your nice and flaccid. Then stand with your
hands on your head.'

He then walked out. I could hear faint noises of him talking on the phone
and typing on a computer – probably doing some work. It took the whole
time just to calm my cock down. I thought about everything unsexy I could
imagine. But then each time I touched my cock to put the device on, it just
shot up to full mast again. Finally, with less than a minute to spare, I
managed to ram my cock inside the device. I stood there, with my hands on
my head as he walked back in.

'Looking good,' he said, and without any fuss he put a padlock on
it. 'Better be a good boy or I might lose the keys.'

Then before I could object, he held up his mobile phone and took several
pictures of me standing there.

'Well, you don't need to worry about not having any face pix now. Don't
worry, you'll get copies of all the pictures I take of you.'

All I could think about was my cock, now that I could do nothing about it.

'Right,' he continued. 'Let's get started. Whenever I'm not using you, you
kneel on the floor. Knees wide apart to make access to your ball-sac
easier. Hands behind your back.'

I quickly got into position.

'If I say inspection, same position; but with hands on your
head. Inspection.'

My hands went up, and a quick kick to my increasingly tender balls was my
reward.

'Looking good, boy.'

He walked over to the desk and picked up the contract I had signed.

'It says here, boy, that you need to be punished for not showing your face
to me before – twenty strokes to your arse. Have you been punished by a
master before, boy?'

'N-n-no, Sir.' I was getting nervous now.

'Well, there's no time like the present. Stand up, then bend over and brace
yourself against the back of the sofa.'

I slowly rose from my knees, and as I was moving to the sofa he slapped my
arse twice.

'When I give an order,' he snapped. 'I expect you to follow it, boy, not
waste my time. Next time you do something that slowly you'll get something
to remember.'

He stood and looked at my arse for a while, then stroked it with his hand.

'I'm going to really enjoy this,' he said.

His hand came down hard on my right arse-cheek, then my left arse-cheek was
struck, then my right, then... I wasn't counting, all I knew was that he
was making a point: I had done wrong and he was showing me the error of my
ways.

'Why am I punishing you, boy?'

'For not showing you my face in advance, Sir.'

'Good boy,' he said. 'Next time you do something wrong, you're going to ask
me to punish you. That's the first ten done, and your arse is looking nice
and red.'

He walked over to a box that I hadn't noticed before and got out a few
things.

'I'm going to use this slipper for the next ten, then this paddle for the
next ten, and the riding crop for the last ten.'

I was panting, my heart was racing. I'd never been in such a position
before - a position most schoolboys would hate, and would try to avoid. And
then it hit me, why was my maths teacher dishing out forty strokes instead
of twenty? Did he want me to correct his arithmetics, was it a trick of
some sort?

'Kiss the slipper, slave. Show me you're pleased to be punished by it.'

Without warning, the slipper began raining down on my already sore arse;
the intensity was building. I couldn't believe that I could take such
punishment.

Soon the slipper was in front of my face again. I could tell what Sir
wanted me to kiss it. Then something inside told me to speak up.

'Thank you, Sir.'

'For what, boy?'

'Thank you for punishing me for not showing my face, Sir.'

'Good, boy.'

Then there was a pause before Sir gave a gentle cough.

'Now,' he said. 'The next twenty is for holding me to the contract,
slave. For not walking away when you had the chance.'

The paddle was in front of my face, so I kissed it quickly. The pain was
getting worse, but it was also a different type of pain to the hand and the
slipper. These ten were so hard, and I can't believe how I was able to stay
in position.

A few moments of respite followed. I was then given the chance to kiss the
paddle again. Sir's hand ran over my arse again, which made me tingle all
over. Then the riding crop was held out. I kissed it, but this time I felt
that it was the right thing to do.

The pain from the crop was different again. It was sharper and harsher
across my bare arse.

'The last three are going to be really good ones, boy.'

Sir wasn't exaggerating. Each one seemed to have within it as much pain as
those that went before. But now, suddenly, it wasn't just that it felt
right to be doing what Sir wanted, but now I loved it, I wanted it. Of
course, I hated it at the same time, but this was what Sir wanted.

By the time the last ten were done my whole body was covered in a layer of
sweat. I kissed the crop.

'Good, boy.' he said, as he made a noise that sounded like a cat
purring. 'Now stand up straight.'

He grabbed me, and started to kiss me deeply; his hands caressing my
burning arse-cheeks.

'You took that punishment well, boy. You know I need to punish you to make
you into a good slave.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'It looks like you've made a puddle there, boy,' he said, pointing to the
floor. 'Your cock has been dripping pre-cum. So clean it up, with your
tongue only.'

I dropped to the floor and lapped up the pre-cum. When I was done, I went
into my kneeling position; my heels grazed my arse and I flinched with the
pain still there.

'There's some beer in the fridge, boy. Get me one, and get yourself some
water.'

Sir sat and took a rest whilst he drank the beer. I knelt at his feet,
resting my head on his knees; his hand rested on my head, gently stroking
me.

After a short break, he stood up and walked into the bedroom. He clicked
his fingers and pointed to his heel – it was just like telling a dog to
follow him, so I knew what to do.

'Up on the bed,' he ordered. 'And lie on your back.'

Sir gently pulled my arms to the edge of the bed and secured my wrists to
leather cuffs. He did the same to my legs and ankles. I was now
spread-eagled, totally exposed, and totally helpless.

He ran his fingertips gently over my chest. I shuddered as they passed over
me. He played with my nipples, twisting them, pinching them – at first
it was gentle, but then it got harsher and harsher. He then left them alone
suddenly.

'Look at these, boy.'

He was holding a pair of nipple clamps - I had seen films on-line. They had
looked hot to me, but now seeing the teeth I was much less sure about
letting them dig into my teats ... but then I wasn't being given a choice.

I let out a squeal as they were attached. My body strained against the
cuffs, but I couldn't move more than a few inches. Sir left them for a
minute or so, watching and clearly enjoying my struggles. Then he began to
play with them, twisting and tugging at the link-chain - my pain was
clearly giving him pleasure. This just increased my confusion: my caring
maths teacher was getting horny by inflicting pain on me. I then realised
that it was making me horny too.

He left the clamps in place, a dull thudding pain, and moved on. A mini
version of the riding crop was then used on my torso. It began, with gentle
flicks, to beat me. Up and down it went, striking my six-pack, my ball-sac,
and then the insides of my thighs. Every single blow made me flinch. My
cock was twitching inside the chastity device.

Then Sir unlocked the device and pulled it off. My cock leapt to full mast,
harder than it had ever been. I was desperate to wank off, but knew I
wasn't going to get that release. The crop then went up and down my
hard-standing stem, with the head getting lots of attention - Sir pulled my
foreskin back to help target each blow.

I had lost all track of time, it felt like I had been held captive for
days.

'Right, boy,' he said. 'I need to get you back into that chastity
device. I'm going to give you a couple of minutes to calm down, then I'll
come back to put it back on.'

He then walked out – at first my mind was just swimming with horny
thoughts, but then I realised that I was there to please Sir, so that meant
getting soft again. By the time he came back in, I had managed to get nice
and flaccid – I did it by focusing on my up and coming exams.

- - - - -

Colin's Adventures - Part 3

Sir rammed the device back over my cock - he knew any attention to it would
get it hard again. He then locked up the device, and without any prior hint
or warning, pulled on the chain linking the nipple clamps. I screamed out
with the sudden pain. Sir just laughed as he roughly took the clamps off,
and then chewed on my hyper-sensitive teats. Once I had stopped squirming,
Sir took the cuffs off my wrists and ankles. Then he stood up.

'Please, Sir,' I said. 'Can I be punished again. I've been a really bad,
bad boy.'

'Of course, boy. Fetch the riding crop from the lounge, then get on the bed
on all-fours.'

I practically ran for it, and was back on the bed in no time at all. My
stomach churning – not wanting pain, but deep down knowing that I needed
Sir's punishment.

I kissed the crop, then felt ten whacks rain down on my arse, each one
harder than the last.

'Thank you, Sir,' I said, and moved back to the floor and knelt down.

'You're turning into a good slave, boy. You really are a proper submissive,
aren't you Colin?'

'Yes, Sir. I think so.'

'Right!' he said, and gestured to the bed. 'Up on all-fours.'

He ran his hand over my burning arse.

'Fucking sweet,' he continued, as he probed my hole a bit. 'Feels good and
tight, boy. When were you last fucked?'

'A month ago, Sir. Just before we first made contact.'

'Been keeping yourself for me ever since?'

'Yes, Sir. I really wanted your cock.'

'You're about to get it, boy. It's going to hurt, so here's some poppers,
take as much as you want.'

I had never used poppers before, but I knew what to do. I sniffed them
until I knew Sir was ready. I felt his cock against my anus. I could feel
the cold lube on it.

'I'm not going to pussyfoot around, boy. So get ready to be boarded.'

He then pushed in hard. I tried desperately to relax, but still felt the
pain of his cock splitting me open as he went straight in, right to the
hilt. His arms wrapped round me, holding my whole body right up next to
him. Slowly my arse began to get used to the invading monster. Then the
fucking started in earnest. Slowly at first, but always the full length of
his cock; then the pace increased. Soon he was ramming in and out faster
than I could imagine possible.

Suddenly, he pulled out and leapt in front of me. He rammed his cock, fresh
from my arse, down my throat. It was still slick with my arse juices, but
soon I got used to the taste – in fact, I loved it.

Then another change. He threw me onto my back; then began fucking me again.

'Do you want this load up your arse, boy?' he asked.

'Yes, Sir.'

The fucking got harder and harder, faster and faster. I could tell he was
getting close, and my prize was within reach. I swear I could feel his cock
swelling deep inside me, then exploding deep inside me.

I could feel Sir's orgasm with my whole body. And when it subsided, he
pulled out and lay back on the bed.

We rested on the bed, with my head against Sir's chest. I felt secure
there, with his arm wrapped around me. We were both exhausted by the
session, and I must have fallen asleep. Sir woke me by slapping my arse.

'Time to get up, boy. We both need a shower.'

I followed him into the bathroom, the shower was oddly unsexual. We washed
each other off. Sir paid particular attention to my locked up cock, this
just made me more frustrated than I was already. His naked body was tough
looking, and tanned. His cock was nice and long, even when flaccid. I so
wanted to suck on its length.

Luckily, I was allowed to dry him off. I caressed his body, giving him
quick kisses as I dried each area: his pecs, his arms, his abdomen, his
cock, his arse-cheeks, his feet. I helped him dress, acting just like his
personal valet. And once he was dressed, he led me back to the lounge.

It was then that the doorbell rang.

'Well, boy? Don't keep my guests waiting?'

I looked at him. Did Sir really expect me to answer the doorbell? My
clothes were all locked away, so I would be naked. The glint in his eye
made it clear that, yes, Sir did expect me to answer the doorbell naked.

I opened the door and two men were standing there.

'Looks like Alan's in one of his horny moods,' said the taller of the two
men.

They walked in, not speaking to me – they clearly knew the score.

They greeted Sir as I rushed off to fetch them beers from the kitchen. All
three men sat and chatted whilst I knelt in the corner. Over the next 30
minutes the doorbell rang three more times. And each time I answered it, a
man about the same age as Sir came in. None of the men were surprised that
the door was opened by a teenager, wearing nothing but a chastity device.

Soon there were five of Sir's friends sitting there chatting with him. They
were all drinking beer, and they were all giving me the look.

After a while, I heard the gentle sound of zipper being undone, a cock was
about to appear. I navigated between the man's legs and took his cock into
my mouth, and worked on it. Soon it was hard, and I was loving it, but
before he shot his load, a hand pulled my head back.

By the time they had finished their second round of beers, I had sucked on
each and every cock, but received no loads.

'Did you all enjoy this one?' asked Sir.

'Sure did, Alan,' said the man I had let in last. 'I just don't know where
you find them, but you always get the really good cock-suckers.'

'This one was a real find,' said Sir.

I couldn't help smile when Sir said that.

'Did anyone reward him with a load?' Sir continued. 'I know he loves the
taste of spunk.'

They all shook their heads. The chat continued, until one of the men pulled
his cock out again. A gentle shove from Sir was more than enough. I dashed
over and set to work on the man's stem. Within minutes, he grabbed my head
and flooded my mouth with his seed. The others all followed his lead, and
pretty soon I had swallowed all five loads.

Once the men had left, I cleaned up in the kitchen I came back out to Sir.

'Right. Inspection,' he announced.

I jumped into place.

'You did well there, boy. You're going to get a reward. Undress me.'

I did so, kissing his body as each piece of clothing came off. As soon as
his boxers were off, his already hard-standing cock was plunged into my
willing mouth. He held my head, and fucking my brains out.

Sir then walked into the bedroom. I followed him in; and as I did so, he
pointed to the bed.

He put the poppers to my nose and I took in several deep breaths. And as I
was getting high, he sank his cock into my arsehole.

'Fuck yeah, boy,' he declared. 'I love this arse of yours ... it's mine,
all mine. And I can do whatever I want with it. I'm fucking my favourite
pupil. What a rush!'

He fucked me solidly for about half an hour; only changing pace to stop
himself from shooting his load. He then pulled out and lay on his back. A
glance at his cock told me it needed sucking. I quickly cleaned off the
taste of my arse and went to work on his stem.

'All-fours, boy,' he ordered. 'Assume the position.'

A few seconds later I was being fucked again.

'Here it comes, boy. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'

Sir collapsed on top of me. His whole body shaking as his cock unloaded its
seed inside me. Then, holding me against his chest, he fell asleep.

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Colin's Adventures - Part 4

I woke early the next morning. Well, I didn't really sleep at all, not with
the device tugging at my ball-sac whenever I tried to get hard ... which
was most of the time. Sir had given his orders before falling asleep, so
shortly before 8 o'clock I went into the kitchen to make him coffee.

I placed the coffee beside his bed, slipped under the covers, and taking
his cock into my mouth, I started to suckle on it. I knew he was waking as
his hands held my head in place, and soon he was face-fucking me again.

When he had finished, he pulled me up to his head and kissed me.

The shower was quick and efficient, so no opportunity for fun. Sir gave me
clothes to wear: a pair of blue overalls and a pair of large wellington
boots. I looked like a farm labourer, and little did I know that we were
off to visit a farm that day.

When we arrived, I was taken into the barn to meet my fellow slaves. They
were all naked teenagers, and they were all chained to wooden
uprights. Apparently, this was where Sir's slaves were kept, after they had
signed the contract.

'Strip, boy,' Sir ordered. 'And then kneel before your peers.'

I complied of course, as a metal collar was fitted around my neck - I
noticed that it had a chain attached. Sir walked off, tugging on the chain,
so I had to leap to my feet to follow him. We went across a field and into
a wood, and soon reached a small clearing.

I stood there, in the middle of nowhere, utterly naked except for the
collar and chain. Sir then crouched down and secured the chain to a metal
ring, which was attached to a spike - the metal spike was rusty and had
been hammered into the ground.

'All-fours, boy,' he ordered. 'And assume the position.'

He then walked back toward the barn. I was petrified - alone and chained to
the spike, I didn't know what to do.

Some ten minutes later, Sir reappeared.

'Don't worry, boy,' he said. 'I wasn't about to leave you out here all
day. I just needed to find something.'

That something turned out to be a freshly cut switch, which Sir used to get
my arse nice and red. Every few strokes, he would stop to rub his
crotch. Some 20 strokes later, he stopped and came to kneel in front of
me. He whipped out his cock, and within seconds it was in my mouth. I
slobbered all over it, getting it hard and wet.

Whilst I worked on Sir's cock, he began to give me poppers. I was soon
high, as well as horny, as he began to fuck me.

After a few minutes, I heard a rustling sound on my left.

'Nice view,' said the man.

'Yes, Tom. This is my new slave.'

'He's nice and skinny,' said Tom. 'And he's got a good-looking arse.'

'Get your cock out, Tom. He'll suck you off good.'

I knew it wasn't a choice for me, this was a cock and I was there to suck
it.

'You can fuck his arse later,' Sir continued, 'so don't shoot your load
until then.'

Sir pulled out to make room for Tom. I cleaned Sir's cock and thought I
would be getting a respite from the hard fucking I had just received
... but soon another man appeared, and then another. I sucked on their
cocks as Sir stood back to admire the sex-romp before him.

Each man plunged his cock into my arse for a rough fucking; and as he did
so, another man plunged his cock into my mouth. Eventually, they were all
finished with me. I collapsed onto the ground, not caring how I felt
anymore.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing, boy?' snapped Sir. 'Did I get to
shoot my load?'

Somehow, despite being exhausted, I knew what I needed to do. I crawled
over to Sir and took his cock into my mouth, to get it ready for the
fucking that was coming my way. Then, with my arse back up in the air, I
received Sir's cock.

He fucked me relentlessly, and left a large deposit within me. I cleaned
his cock off, my jaw barely able to move after the use it had received; but
the reward of a few drops of Sir's spunk kept me going at it.

'Wait here,' he ordered, knowing full well the collar and chain made the
order moot.

Sir wandered off again. I saw him coming back, he had something in his
hand, but I couldn't see what.

I soon discovered what he was carrying, and my arse took the full brunt of
it.

>From the noises the men were making, they clearly loved the unfolding
scene.

'You like these nettles, boy?' asked Sir, laughing.

I knew he wasn't expecting a reply. My arse, legs, and ball-sac were being
whipped with a bundle of nettles. I soon felt the agony of both the beating
and the stinging.

'That's so fucking hot, Al,' said Tom. 'I love seeing a slave being
punished with nettles.'

* * *

Back in the barn, I was released from the chastity device and chained to a
wooden upright. Mark and Paul closed the barn doors, while Tom and Sir
checked on the slaves that surrounded me.

Eventually, a ginger-headed slave was released from his chains.

'Inspection,' snapped Sir.

Ginger assumed the position in double quick time.

'Right,' said Mark. 'Let's lubed him up properly.'

'Look, his little dick is nice and stiff,' said Tom.

'He's just beggin' for it,' said Sir.

'Of course he wants it,' said Paul, laughing. 'He's a dyed-in-the-wool
bitch-boy.'

I heard a growl and a bark from behind me, and then a couple of small
whines.

'We don't want to scratch up the boy's body,' said Tom. 'So I've put socks
on Caesar's paws.'

I saw something being sprinkled over Ginger's arse-cheeks, and as I
shivered and gasped, Caesar's tongue began licking its way round the
slave's arsehole. I tried to move my head, just to get a better view, but I
was far too tired.

The Rottweiler had his nose between the boy's arse-cheeks. I discovered
later that Mark had sprinkled some sugar onto Ginger's arse, which
encouraged the dog to rim him. Caesar pressed his long tongue against
Ginger's anus. The boy's body visibly shook when the tongue touched the
underside of his ball-sac and caught the tip of his uncut cock.

'Fucking hell!' he yelled.

It was then that the dog head-butted Ginger's arse a couple of times,
before mounting him. I was expecting the boy to balk and shout out, but he
didn't say a word.

Caesar began to fuck the boy with gusto, as each thrust prompted a low moan
from the ginger-headed slave. My cock, now fully erect, began to jump
around in sync with the dog's humping. Suddenly, Caesar let out a loud
growl as the boy began yelling.

'Caesar's cock is trying to knot him,' said Tom.

Ginger cried out in pain, and tried to get away from his canine lover.

'Oh, that looks so fucking horny,' said Paul.

Clearly the boy was trying to cope with the pain, as the canine knot
stretched his anus. I couldn't help but throw my head back as my untouched
cock released a flood of spunk. It seemed like it would never end, but of
course it did.

Caesar's cock remained knotted inside Ginger's rectum, despite all efforts
to pull it out. I guess the boy's arsehole was just too tight, so they
remained coupled for a good ten minutes. Finally, the dog managed to
extricate himself from his bitch-boy, which made Ginger extremely happy.

'Okay everyone,' boomed Sir. 'The show's over for now. Slave Four needs to
rest up for an hour or so. Mark's going to be with us all week, and he's
got two more dogs in his van. So there's a lot more shows to see.'

I looked around and saw that the slaves were all looking at me.

'You'll be next, newbie,' said a slave on my right.

'Yep,' said another slave. 'You're gonna be Caesar's next beau, and maybe
the other two dogs will fuck you as well.'

'Nah, not with your looks,' I replied. 'You look and smell like a
Bloodhound, so you're bound to be Caesar's next conquest. I'm too
good-looking to be fucked by dogs.'

No one laughted at my piss-poor joke.

'Button it, ladies,' said Paul. 'Maybe the three of you should line up in a
row and let Caesar pick the arse he likes best. Now that would be worth
watching.'

So, my attempt to break the ice had failed miserably. Clearly my fellow
slaves were now out to get me. Maybe, if I asked to be fucked by all three
dogs, I could get back into their good books. Caesar's cock did look mighty
awesome, and very suckable.

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