Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2017 06:22:17 +0100 From: Patrick Subject: 'The Unexpected Holiday - Chapter 1 - The Holiday' {MasterGunner} (exhib) [Part No.1] This story is fiction about consensual sex, bondage, and BDSM between age (18+) boys and adult males. If it is illegal to read such material in your jurisdiction, or if you are under the legal age to do so, please exit this site immediately. And please, if you enjoy these stories, consider supporting the great free resource that Nifty gives us. Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html NOTE TO READERS: I am interested in feedback, so please send comments, questions, story ideas, and information about what worked/didn't work to me directly. I'd love that feedback and am interested in improving my writing. I'm also interested in meeting others who share my interests, so don't hesitate to reach out, please. By Patrick - gunnercam@gmail.com Website: https://gunnercam.wixsite.com/nifty The Unexpected Holiday - Chapter 1 - The Holiday I was sat at my desk looking out of the window of my office trying to escape from the stresses of daily life. It was cold and grey February day. The frost from the night before was still shimmering on the grass. The grey short days just seem to never end. I thought to myself, I need to get away... I must get to my villa in Spain for some R&R. I'll give my friend Tony a call and see if he want to join me. Tony was much older than me but the age gap never seemed to be there. We just clicked and understood each other. We'd been friends since I met him at a friends birthday party. We supported the same football team. Tony had a spare ticket for the next game and invited me to join him. That was the start of our friendship. When I called Tony to see if he would join me, he jumped at the chance, knowing what a fantastic villa I had, and on such a tranquil island. We both booked time off from work and got some great cheap flights. We couldn't wait! It was out of season on this tranquil Mediterranean island. During the summer months the island is humming with people from all parts of the world. The beaches are a mass of beach towels, parasols, loungers and people roasting themselves under the Mediterranean sun. But now it was March, the island was completely devoid of any tourist. Most of the local residences that could leave for the winter months had headed off as well. As the boredom of the abandoned island did not appeal. You could walk along the beaches for miles and not see a single sole. This however did appeal to Tony and I as we wanted to get away from everyone. We had arrived at the villa the night before. The villa had been shuttered up for the winter months. I was up first and got busy in opening up the villa. I opened all the window to freshen up the air from it's months of been closed. It was a blissful day, the sun was shining. It was a lovely warm spring day. The sea was calm, you could of thought it was summer. There was a sudden gust of wind that blew through the house. I heard a crash and the sound of something smashing on the tile floor in the dining room. I quickly headed off to investigate. I hoped that the sound had not woken Tony, as I knew he wasn't a morning person. I came around the corner to the dining room to find smashed glass spread all over the floor mixed with a brown spirit. I remembered that Tony had bought an expensive single malt whisky at the airport. I knew Tony would not be happy. I headed to the kitchen to get the dustpan and brush and some clothes to clear up the mess. As I headed back to the dinning room I could see Tony staring down at the car crash that was his single malt whisky. "I know, I am sorry. You can get me back for this" as I went past him and got busy cleaning up the mess. He just looked down on me, as I was on my hands and knees. Not saying a word. I noticed he hadn't said anything nor had he walked away. I looked up at him and I only noticed then that Tony was completely naked. I cast my eyes down his body. Tony was 20 years older than me but he had kept himself in shape. His hairy chest just made you want to run your hands through it. My eye fell further down to Tony's hard erect cock. It was a thick 9 inches of solid throbbing meat. I was memorized by it, in a complete trance. Tony coughed. I quickly shook myself back and looked up at Tony's face and smiled at him. He had a glint in his eye, it was a mischievous glint. He then said in a deep voice "You will have to pay for this... and not with money!" and without thinking I replied "Yes Sir!". I have never called Tony, Sir. I must of been overcome by the sight of Tony's manhood. He smiled "Now get this mess cleared up like a good boy. I will want my breakfast when I get back" he then walked away. I couldn't take my eyes off his naked body as he walked away. I then realised that I had had my own hardon the whole time since seeing all of Tony . Or is it now Sir... It was very obviously showing in my shorts, he would of seen it. I quickly snapped into action as Sir had ordered as I knew I didn't have long to make breakfast. As I was putting the hot pot of coffee on the table Tony returned. I had laid up two places at the table one at the head and one to the side next it. I would normally sit at the head as this was my villa. Tony knew this but he took the head table position. It seemed as Tony was making me his subordinate. I made no argument and took my place at his side. I was finding this new dynamic thrilling and yet again my cock giving this away by standing to attention and raising my shorts up. I fidget to try and cover the tent pole sticking up in my shorts, as I was overcome with embarrassment. Tony made a chuckle. "Stop fidgeting boy" whilst looking down on my embarrassment. "I'm sorry Sir" I did it again... I called him Sir. This just made my shorts protrude even more. "It looks like you're growing out of those short, take them off" Tony said with a stern voice. I nervously laughed. "That wasn't a joke. Take them off now boy" I could feel my face burning up, I must of looked like a beetroot as my face became flushed but I did as I was told. I stood up and pulled on the cord holding that held my shorts up and it came loose. I slide my shorts over my hard cock and dropped them to the floor. I stepped out of them and went to sit down. "Now now boy, tidy up after yourself" as Tony indicated to my discarded shorts on the floor. I could tell Tony was enjoying teasing me. "Take that top off as well" he said as I bent down to pick up my shorts. I could feel his eye staring at my butt as I bent over. "But I will be completely naked Sir" "Yes I know" Tony said in an evil way "Just how I want you to be, there will be no hiding from me for now on. You have got a lot of making up to do you naughty boy and things are going to change around here." "Yes Sir!" As I pulled my t-shirt over my head and folded it neatly and put my shorts and t-shirt on the side table. I went to sit down but before I did, I looked at Tony and asked "maybe I sit down Sir?" Tony smiled and indicated to my chair. I sat down and start to serve Tony some coffee. I could feel Tony constantly looking me up and down. Like something he own now. It felt humiliating but also very reassuring and I want to do whatever he wanted. As I tucked into my breakfast I was constantly distracted by my hard cock staring back at me and my feeling of been completely naked in front of Tony. My head was all a spin, with thoughts. How things had change. Should I always call Tony Sir now? "You seem a million miles away" Tony said as he could see I was spiraling through thoughts "I am here Sir... I was just thinking what you meant that things are going to changed. I kinda feel I should now always call you Sir and not Tony anymore" "Well done boy. That is correct. I am your Sir. I am your Master. And you are now going to be my slave. Do you understand?" Without hesitation and far too much excitement in my voice I said "YES SIR!" "Good" Sir said with a big grin. I had the same grin on my face. He leans over a with his hand reaches down to my throbbing cock. I move my arms away to let Sir have complete access to my body, which is now his I guess. I then notice that my cock has been dripping precum with all the excitement. Sir scoops it all up with two fingers and then presents his finger to me. "Now lick it up" I swallow both Sir's fingers and suck them up and down like it was his cock. Our eyes locked on each other. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, I kept the suck on them as they slide out of my mouth. "Right, after breakfast I want to go for a drive. It such a lovely day." "Yes Sir" my eye dart over to my neatly folded clothes on the side table. "Can I put my clothes back on Sir if we are going out?" "Yes you may slave" Oh my god I thought to myself... he called me slave. It didn't scare me or shock me but made me feel owned. It felt comforting in a strange way.