Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 00:36:05 -0500
From: austin Nowlan <austinnwln100@gmail.com>
Subject: Freshman takes absolute control, part 2

FRESHMAN TAKES ABSOLUTE CONTROL, Part 2          (Gay, Authoritarian)

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The rest of the day dragged on. It was strange that I hated the situation,
but at the same time something in me was excited... at least my cock was
excited.  I just couldn't believe the luck of Ryan catching me.  The school
day finally ended... I went home jacked off twice to thinking about what
just happened and most of all to remembering his scent. Then I changed into
a pair of jeans and a tight gray t-shirt, I guess I was making a point of
looking good for Ryan After all he was the all American jock boy. I had
dinner with my parents before leaving to meet Ryan. Was hard to focus on
what my parents were saying at dinner.

Our town was small, and Ryan lived on the other side of it.  I was middle
class, but he lived in a tree lined wealthy neighborhood.  I would image
his parents were loaded; he only wore name brand clothes and look like the
rich kid type.  I left around 6:30 and drove to his home.  I had a Honda
Civic, it was a nice car although I wasn't into tricking it out the way the
other kids did. I was sort of conservative. I dressed preppy.  So arrived
at his home about 6:55 and there were no cars in the drive way and the
porch light was lit. The house was stone, with large windows.  Everything
looked perfect.

I got out and went to the front door.  On the door was a note that read,
"Austin, Come right in, I am in my bedroom.  Straight up the stairs, 3rd
door on the left."  I thought to myself, the note seemed nice enough, maybe
this wouldn't be so bad.  I walked in and saw a very well decorated house,
very traditional and classic. The stairs were right by the door. They were
a large staircase with what looked like very old hand crafted oak
staircases.

I began to quietly walk up and realized not only was my hard cock showing
in my jeans, but also my nipples were hard and showing nicely through the
tight gray t-shirt I had choose to wear. I hoped jacking off twice would
prevent a wet spot from forming through my underwear and jeans.  I got to
the top of the stairs and walked down a long hallway, which had a lot of
doorways, I came to the 3rd on the left and it was cracked a little.  I
pushed it open and saw Ryan sitting at his computer desk typing. He must
have heard the door because he told me to come in and sit on the bed.  I
didn't say anything and just sat down. He was shirtless and barefoot,
wearing only short soccer trunks. His body was a sight to behold. My cock
was raging in my pants. I literally drooled. Fuck he was so defined and
muscular without being huge. Such nice skin. Hairy legs and an inviting
happy trail. Pits were hairy. After 5 minutes of me soaking in the view of
his body while he typed and ignored me, I finally asked what the hell he
wanted. He yelled: "Do not speak unless I tell you to or ask you a
question, now sit still and I don't want to hear another sound."

About 5 more minutes later he stood and authoritatively ordered me to strip
and stand with my legs spread as wide as possible and my hands behind my
head. I hesitated and he smacked me hard on the side of my face. I had 15
pounds on him and was taller but then again he had incendiary pics of
me. So I resisted urges to tackle him and I obeyed. It was a tremendous
rush to take off my clothes just because a freshman I had only really met
today told me to. Since then I've jacked off many times to remembering the
rush of being ordered to strip and complying.

He circled me with his hands touching, squeezing and generally doing an
inspection as if I was a horse or valuable animal he was considering
buying. He said "nice but it needs to be better."

He then took out a tape measure and measured my body in every way
imaginable. Not just my chest, arms, and quads. Not just my neck, arm
length and leg inseam., He not only asked my shoe size but he measured my
feet top to bottom and left to right at the widest part. He measured my
forearms and how long my ass was top to bottom and left to right. He
measured my hard cock which would not go down and its circumference. He
measured the length of my torso front and back. He told me to think what I
had to make my cock get soft so he could measure it soft too. I thought
about all kinds of bad things happening to people I know and animals.
Despite my wise jacking off prior to coming over, my cock was still
pointing up. He grabbed my balls and squeezed with no mercy. That just made
my balls rage more from this hot athletic freshman touching my junk. He put
his hand on my neck from behind me and guided me downstairs to their
kitchen. I was petrified someone would be home and see me naked but we were
alone. He got ice and a cloth and held it against my dick and balls. My
erection finally subsided. He then ordered me to walk back up to his room
with my hands behind my back. He got a good view of my ass and balls from
behind as he walked up the steps right behind me.

When we got back to his room Ryan measured my cock soft. But me looking
down while he grabbed my dick and measured it caused another erection. He
then got his phone and started taking pics of my ass. I went to grab his
phone but he held it away from me as he said "I have copies of everything
stored in multiple ways. You need to get it through your thick skull that
you are the submissive and I am your dominant. You are athletic and have a
decent body but even before I caught you wearing my shit, I knew you were a
natural born sub. You know you crave serving a man like me. For total
proof--look at your cock--he is excited--AGAIN. Yes for sure I found me a
true blue faggot. I OWN YOU. Now bend over up on the bed with your ass
cheeks spread as far as possible."

I sheepishly obeyed. Then he got a professional light on a tripod out of
his closet and lit it and started taking pics. The particular angle showed
my hands spreading my ass cheeks as far apart as possible, but also my
balls hanging down and my dick behind that. What's more it had a perfect
view of the soles of my feet too.  But first he made me turn my head as
much as possible so my face was as visible as possible.

If I wasn't done for before, I sure was now. Then he ordered one suggestive
naked pose after another and I complied. I was getting in deeper and deeper
shit but it felt great to have the light and camera on me and be the focus
of attention of a body I am rather proud of.  He then took close ups of my
pecs, face, feet, cock, piss slit, balls and more of my ass. Pics of me
flexing. Bending over. Stroking my cock. Putting my tongue as close to my
pits as possible and me licking my left bicep.

He laid down on the floor and had me stand over him with a raging erection
as he took pics upward of my legs, erect cock, balls, ass and asshole. But
that wasn't enough. He ordered me to get my face in as many of the shots as
possible. He had me lay on my back on the bed and pull my legs back as far
as possible. I did. Then he had me get on all fours and took that shot from
different angles.

He then told me to get down on my knees with arms behind my back. He said
"nature intended most people to live in the boring middle. But on the
extreme ends some are born worthy of being served and even of owning other
men. On your end are guys born to serve naturally dominant men like
me--natural born subs, slaves and faggots. It's nature full circle.

You obviously need control, discipline, direction, shaping, guidance, and
being molded how a naturally born dom wants you. I was born to dictate and
be served. You were born to serve, please and obey. So I am taking complete
ownership of you now. Do you submit to me boy? Fully submit your mind and
body? Do you surrender to your fate?"

Ryan continued: "think hard about two things. 1. Down deep you know you are
inherently submissive and crave being close and serving men like me. You
know it. Or else wouldn't have been in that closet with my gear
on--including my jock. 2. I not only have the power to yank you out of the
gay closet but also out of the sub closet. I'll give you three minutes to
think it over. If you say no, you can get dressed and walk out of here. But
you know what will follow--pics of you everywhere. Everyone in town will
know, your family will know and of course everyone in school will know.
I'll even track you down at college next year and let everyone there know
too. If however you accept your destiny, we will begin my ownership of you
now. Total. My rules. My orders. Instantly obeying. No matter what, where
or who can see. I will own your body, mind, sex, labor and all future
actions. So think it over quickly and give me an answer boy. One more thing
to keep in mind--boy could you possibly get a hotter Dom than me?" He then
flexed in front of me and then stuck a bare foot in my face. His foot was
beautiful and it smelled even better.

I had no real option. Truth be told I loved the idea of serving him. I was
though terrified he would go too far. I knew I was gay and having sucked
cock several times already, I was looking forward to the right time with
the right man to offer my virgin ass. So was I submissive. Well ya, if
every bottom is "submissive." But his definition of submissive coincided
with "slave." That was a whole other realm I hadn't ever thought of. I'd
love obeying when I was horny but what about when I wasn't? What about when
I had other things to do or when I wanted to do something else? Could I
surrender to what he wanted every single time he issued an order?? Shit!

He then turned his computer towards me. It had a pic of me in his soccer
gear clearly showing his soccer number, me stroking my dick, and his jock
cup up around my nose and mouth. Another was taken a second or two later
when I had the jock cup in my hand but no longer over my nose and mouth.
Clear as can be. Humiliating as can be as well.

I said "Sir may I speak?" He said "go ahead boy, what's on your fag mind?"

I said "first of all, I'm gay. You got me. But I'm not a fag." He stopped
me and said "Only fags get naked and fully dress in another guy's sports
gear and sniff his jock cup. You're a fag. You might not be sucking or
getting fucked by half the guys in school but you're a fag."

I then said "This is a huge decision. Can I please have a few days to think
it over? This is so rushed. I can't think clearly. And please, if I'm going
to say yes, we need a negotiation on what is fair game and what's not. I'm
telling you--if I say yes, I'll go far to please and serve you. If I get to
trust you then you can take me far in service. You've uncovered some deep
things about me. I admit it. I was a freak to put all your clothes on. I've
got nothing to hide from you at this point Sir. Can we please negotiate the
possible details Sir. I say that respectfully Sir!"

He put his hand on the top of my head and bent down to get an inch from my
face and said "Nice try boy. But you have nothing to bargain with. I have
all the power. I hold all the cards here. I am extremely naturally dominant
and you are extremely naturally submissive so it would upset the natural
order if I consented to "negotiations." It's my way or the highway. I don't
care what you want to do and what you don't like. If you agree, you will
surrender all ownership of yourself to me. I will be in total, absolute and
unquestioned control. Got it? You will hear an order and not second guess
it. Hear it and immediately obey, no matter what or where. I do the
thinking. I plan for contingencies. You just focus on immediately obeying
and pleasing me. I don't want to see pouting or reluctance. I won't put up
with a whiny bitch.  As you think this over quickly you know it strikes the
main cord in you. You're taller and bigger than me. That doesn't matter.
I'm the Dom and you're my slave. If you say yes you will call me Master all
the time. Only in some situations in public will I let you call me Sir. But
in most public places I don't give a shit who hears. You will properly
address me as Master. You should add in some Sir's after properly
addressing me as your Master. It will help adjust your mind space to
accepting that you are a natural born slave and that you are owned. That
you are MY SLAVE.  Now I'm giving you a generous two minutes for what may
be your last big decision. What's it going to be?"

I fucked up and got caught. But this was so unfair. I had no real options.
He captivated me big time. I wanted to serve him but I was unsure about
being a total slave. I still had dignity. I had firm likes and dislikes, I
quickly thought I could come out as gay and then just act like I have no
shame to anyone he sent the pics to. But that wouldn't really work. Oh fuck
I'd love to suck his dick, balls and lick his feet. Fuck, I'd lick his
pits. I'd be his bottom in sex. But unquestioned ownership??

He said "30 more seconds and forget any qualifiers. Yes or no?"

My nerves were short circuiting. I've never been under such stress. I
froze. He smacked me on the face, left then right. I didn't react. He then
went over to his desk, sat and opened an app on his computer. He looked
back at me.

Crying with tears flowing I answered "yes."

He grinned and said "yes what?" Then he said "you will also always preface
what you say to me with a proper `Master."

So I said "yes Master."

He said "Yes Master what? Say what you mean and get down on your knees.
Hand behind your head. Bow your head but speak up and clearly. Explicitly.

Just then I looked over at a bookshelf and there was a GoPro camera aimed
at us. I said "you've been recording this whole thing!" He said "yes but
who gives a fuck? I already have a shit ton you boy. Go ahead now, tell me
what you said yes to."

Utterly defeated, I said "Master Sir, yes Sir I submit to you. I will be
your slave. I will follow orders. I will serve you Master. I surrender."

He said "nice start. Now what do you surrender?"

I said "Master I surrender ownership of me to you Sir. I guess that will
make me your slave Sir."

He said "better but no "guessing." You will be my slave. So say it. Say "I
surrender ownership of me as your slave Master Ryan." But now lay on the
floor and keep your ass up while you bring your chest and head down to the
floor with your arms outstretched in front of you. It's called being
prostrate or groveling. Proper for such a weighty subject as we have before
us."

I groveled and said "I surrender ownership of me as your slave Master
Ryan."

He leaned down to pat my head but showed me not only did he have the GoPro
but he had two GoPros for different angles and also captured it at a
different angle on his phone too. I was toast. I could never resist this
man. He was naturally dominant. Deep inside I craved serving him some of
the time. But all of the time and being owned with no say in things about
me scared the shit out of me. I was trembling. What seemed like a tall, fit
athletic guy was a now a trembling faggot out in the open to my Master.

He said "You are down on the floor mourning the Austin you knew who just
died. Start the tears of joy now for the new beginning and new life as my
slave.

He had a written slave contract. It was two detailed pages. He told me to
read it silently. I did. Again, I wanted to serve him but had a lot of
objections. He didn't care. Then he told me to kneel and read it out loud
as he recorded me reading my slave contract before I signed it. My hands
were trembling wildly as I was getting ready to sign it. My whole body was
shaking.

In a way it was a relief. In the most perverted way possible it was freeing
me from societal norms. After I finished he zoomed the camera in on my cock
which was raging hard and dripping. This! Despite having jerked off TWICE
just a couple hours before. As he focused on recording my hard dick, he
said "Your cock has spoken for you fag boy. It's eager to be my slave and
be owned by me. Now sign this realizing the moment you finish you signature
you become irrevocably owned by me. Of course this is not legally
enforceable but take 15 seconds to imagine your family, friends and
neighbors seeing you read your slave contract and then signing it."

After I signed it. He had a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. He took a
piece of cotton and quickly soaked it in alcohol and then had a sharp pin
and he wiped it with alcohol and pricked my right forefinger. He held my
hand as he squeezed a little blood out of my finger and coated my fingertip
in blood and then affixed that next to my signature. Then he said "Now
masturbate yourself to ejaculation as quickly as possible. This isn't for
pleasure. As my slave it is purely to fulfill my first order"

A younger guy--a freshman demanding a senior to I masturbate to ejaculation
right in front of him and with his damn camera taping it, oh fuck!!!!

Again, my hands were still shaking but I started to masturbate. It was so
humiliating to do that just because he ordered me to and also in front of
him. He was shirtless and barefoot but was wearing shorts.  He put a paper
towel down on the carpet but told me to catch most of my cum in my hand.
When I did he took my hand and put it over the contract and dribbled some
on the contract so my sperm and semen DNA was also on the contract. And all
still being recorded.  Then he ordered me to lick up the rest of the cum
off my hand and swallow it. Oh fuck was that humiliating and degrading.

He then said, "It's going to be a while before you are permitted to cum
again and when you do it will be in my presence at my direction as I milk
you. But now the contract has your signature, bloody fingerprint, and your
cum on it. I think that demonstrates you willingly agreed to surrender
ownership to me.  And of course I have video of you reading and signing
your slave contract, affixing the bloody fingerprint and dripping your cum
on it. It's now final. You are permanently owned as my slave."

Master Ryan continued: "If you defeat obstinacy in you as well as societal
crap about independence and anti-slavery attitudes, you will actually enjoy
some of your service. But get it in your mind--it's total service, total
ownership. I give an order and you instantly obey without second guessing
it. Never think. Never, ever, ever, ever question an order. Just hear an
order and obey. No matter what, where or who sees as I said before. You now
live to obey, serve and please me."

I thought to myself: "Enjoy some??" Is he going to be cruel and evil?

He said "What have you been planning for college?" I told him the schools I
applied to that me and my parents wanted. He said "forget it. Next August
you will enroll in the local community college for two years, then take a
year off and then we will make sure you go to the college I decide I'm
going to. This is for life boy. I am bi-sexual. I may get married and have
kids. But you will still serve me. My kids will think you are some kind of
uncle. I'll find a wife who is tolerant of my gay male slave. Easier on her
as most women don't like to suck cock and tire of sex altogether. Never can
they deep throat. And these days wives don't submit to whipping. That's
what I have my slave for.

He said "when you and then I finally turn 18, I will have you sign a
durable power of attorney to me over your finances, medical and general
affairs. You will be provided for but you will own nothing. Get that in
your head."

"This week I am going to hire a personal trainer for you and you will spend
two hours a day in the gym, mostly with me. I will give the trainer your
body part measurements that I took and then give him goals for the precise
measurement I want each body part on you. Your workouts and the food you
eat will all be designed for your body to meet my exact specifications as
fast as possible. Then you will keep working out to maintain and not get
any bigger."

"The more you go to exceptional lengths in pleasing me in all areas of
life, the more rewards you will earn.  You are new to this.  You crave
serving men but as I said, being a slave is new to you. That doesn't give
you any slack whatsoever. Punishment is a vital tool to train a slave. You
will probably learn your best lessons by really painful punishment. The
more excruciating the pain, the more the lesson is likely to be permanently
memorable and alter your behavior. I will condition your mind as much as
your body. Focus on cooperation. Do your best to erase all urges to
resist. Get ready to change what you like. This is real boy. You are owned.
You are a slave. You must always obey 110%. No exceptions. No free passes.
Every transgression must be punished for your own good. Not most of the
time but always. Your training begins now and will continue for years.

He said "Stay on your knees and bow while you repeat after me: (I voiced
everything he said right after he said it). "I have surrendered total and
absolute control of me and ownership of my body, my mind, my sex, and my
actions. I fully and unconditionally submit to you Master Ryan as your
permanent and irrevocable slave. Please Master Ryan Sir, accept ownership
of me as your dutiful slave. I now live to serve you Sir. I am profoundly
grateful it is you Master Ryan to whom I surrendered ownership of me. "

I took the vow. And again he recorded it.

He said, "This first year is going to be rough on you while I break habits
you have that I don't like and I literally break your will. But OUR goal is
for you to get to my exacting standards in every facet of life as soon as
possible. Therefore, you never ever will get empathy from me even when
things get particularly tough and even seemingly impossible for you to
adapt. You will be reprogrammed to like what I like and how I like
things. Everything always MY way." Expect no exceptions ever. No breaks. No
"understanding." Just total obedience always without exception."

"You will almost surely grow to love me. I however will simply love owning
you."

"Remind yourself frequently that you are a slave and obedience is what
fuels you. Forget the particulars of what you are ordered to do--just focus
on the fact that you are living the life you were born for and that you are
obeying which is your calling. Obedience and pleasing your Master is the
overriding value in your life. It will be the only way you feel fulfilled."

"When the going gets tough, just remember you are natural born slave who
has met your destiny.  Most of all you are lucky to have me as your Master
and not some 60-year old 300 pound slob who smokes and lives in a dump. You
are fucking LUCKY."

He said "To repeat: you will call me Master at all times and before every
sentence you are allowed to speak to me. You can say Master Ryan or Master
Sir to express more devotion. Use Sir in questionable public situations
only when I tell you that you are permitted to say Sir instead of
Master. The more people who hear you call me Master the better. Societal
attitudes are changing. Becoming less judgmental. So push the envelope and
be proud to be my slave. If anyone ever questions you, just say "Yes I am a
slave and I have a Master who owns me and I serve in obedience."

"I will enroll you in massage classes soon. I will also enroll you in
martial arts training so you can protect me in public as well...not that I
need protection. You will be sorry to your core if you ever physically
resist me. You will be severely punished for disobeying any order. But
physical reprisals by you will be cataclysmic to you. I am talking putting
you out on the street with nothing and homeless and everyone knowing about
your slavery, to horrendous canings, beatings, weeks restrained in a dark,
damp basement to losing your balls. Any physical violence from you--no
matter what I do to provoke you--will have catastrophic consequences for
you. Understood faggot? I answered "Yes Master Ryan understood, Sir."

"I will however make medical and dental appointments for you. I will go
with you to doctors appointments and I will do all the talking. I will make
sure you have health insurance after your insurance by your parents comes
to an end. I will control your diet and ensure you only eat nutritional
foods to stay in the shape and have the skin tone I want on you."

"I will control all your money. You will never have more than $20 on you
and you will have to account where it was spent to me. You will get a debit
card for expenses that are preapproved by me. I will closely monitor the
monthly statements."

"Before you leave here, you will give me passwords to your phone, all your
apps, and by tomorrow at 8 am, all passwords to financial and other
personal accounts you have."

 Master Ryan then went to my pants on the side of the floor and got my
phone out of my pocket. He demanded "What is your passcode?" I said "This
is going too far." He said nothing but took the belt out of the loops on my
pants on the floor and cracked it hard against my back twice. He said "I
demanded your passcode and I meant for a quick response. Don't test me
slave."

I gave him the passcode. He spent about 30 minutes going through my phone
and forwarded my porn and questionable messages from my phone to his.  My
knees were killing me still kneeling. When I sat back on my heels, he got
the belt and flung it hard at my chest and abs this time. I reached out to
grab it with my arm and he held it back and said "Boy is this a sword for
you to fall on???  Put your fucking arm behind your back now!" I did and he
belted me full force front and back. I was sobbing and this was the first
time I cried since I was a little boy.

He then said "I'm keeping this phone. I'll have new one with your same
number tomorrow for you."

He asked me lots of other personal questions and it was like an
interrogation. I answered fully and honestly even though some answers were
hugely embarrassing.

He asked my birthday (wanted to know when I turn 18 to be able to get him
stuff that 18 year olds are permitted). My address. We exchanged phone
contacts. He then showed me his phone again with the pics of me in the
closet wearing his stuff. I guess I never realized how clear the picture
showed me looking so pathetic with his clothes on, my dick in my hand and
his jock cup up over my nose and mouth. And another with the cup away from
my face. Then he flipped through his phone as he started sending me pics he
took just minutes ago of more compromising pics of me.  I got the picture
and my predicament.

He asked about my sex skills and how many times I've had sex with males and
with females.

I said I jacked off with 6 guys, had oral sex with 8 guys, three of whom
also blew me. I fucked two girls. I answered an ad for a dom who spanked me
over his knee, and one who tied me up and tortured me for an hour. Never
went back to either. No anal ever. First sex was with a guy at age 15.

He said "So your anal cherry is intact?" I said "Yes Master Ryan my cherry
is intact and I guess it's going to be a nice gift to you Sir."

He said "Well boy we are getting somewhere. That was a proper answer."

He said "How are your cocksucking skills?"  I said "Ok Master but I have
more to learn and improve upon."

He answered "Progress. Good attitude."

He said "What do you crave from me?" I said "Master Ryan I crave your
approval and also your patience."

He responded: "Well I'm surprised you didn't say you craved my cock. It
will be possible but difficult to earn my approval. But you can. You
definitely need to strive for my approval.  However you will never get
patience from me. Never."

I said: "Master, permission please to further elaborate on my answer Sir."

He said "permission granted."

I said "Master Sir, thank you for noting me being remiss in not admitting I
crave your cock and your whole body Sir. I really do. I know you know that
Master. You know I find you exceptionally hot Sir."

He demanded to know what about his body I crave. So I had to get into all
the degrading specifics. His cock, his balls, his sweaty feet, his sweaty
pits, massaging his back, his legs, even his fingers, ears, his eyes, nose,
jaw, chin, teeth, hair, kissing, what it will be like to get fucked by him,
what his cum tastes like on different days."

He responded: "I like your honest answer. But understand this "I'm bi, not
a fag and I will never kiss you. I know myself and I have a cold heart. But
it's a fucking hot heart when it comes to myself. Don't mind you craving
getting kissed though--it's just not gonna happen.  I do demand that you
are as naked to me on the inside as you will be on the outside. You will
always strip naked when we are indoors in one of our homes or someone
else's, unless I tell you not to before we enter. Don't ever think I forgot
to give you an exception. Unless I tell you before we enter somewhere, you
strip even if other people are there immediately upon entering. I always
want you to regularly spill your guts when I allow it and I want you to
write me emails every day going over what you like and you didn't like and
how you feel.  You won't be punished for your honesty in those
circumstances."

He said his parents are divorced. His mom's job is based in California and
she has another house there and rarely comes back.

"My mother owns this house. She'd give it to me if I came back here after
college but I have no intention. So this house will be sold right after I
leave for college."

"My father and I are close. He was more open than most parents about a lot
of things. Including about controlling other people and the rights and
techniques of using good looks and natural dominance to get your way. When
I came out to him as a natural born dominant alpha he was pleased. He
wasn't so pleased that I favored controlling and owning a guy but he got
over it. I called him after school today and he knows that you are becoming
my slave tonight. He's surprised that my dream of owning a man has come
true while I'm still a freshman. Until your idiotic stunt in the closet at
school we had thought it may take a year or two. Instead you just dealt us
a royal flush right off the bat. I will draw on his experience in bdsm and
get his take on things. Should make you feel a bit safer. I'm also in
regular contact with other masters and reading up online. Been researching
bdsm since I was in 5th grade. My dad owns a woman as his slave. As I said,
he had to adjust to me wanting a male slave but he's proud of me. Fuck, I'm
proud of me."

When my father comes for a visit and you meet him you will get down on your
knees with your head bowed and address him as Master. Hide nothing. Obey
everything he orders immediately without hesitation. He is exacting. He
will be difficult but you will serve him as you do me with no limits. No
transgression will be greater for you than embarrassing me in front of my
father. Good for you that that will probably be in a month or two. Your
training will end up saving your ass a thousand times."

He then reached in a desk drawer and got a twisted thin metal collar and he
snapped it shut around my neck. Only his tool could remove it. It has two
loose ends that hang in front. He said it is my slave collar for now. I
overreacted and said "I can't wear a collar home, in school or around
town--especially before high school is over."

He calmly said "What about ownership do you not understand?"

Then he ordered "Hands behind your back!" He rapid fire smacked my face
left and right and then punched my chest four times hard and so fast it was
all a blur. But it knocked the wind out of me. I fell over. He kicked me
and said get up. So I did but I had to use all my mental strength left in
me not to punch him. As athletic as he was I am sure I could have knocked
him out.

He said "Prepare for lots of changes SLAVE. My life is my life and your
life is now my life too. You get none. Once you accept that and take it to
heart this will all go a lot smoother for you slaveboy. The collar stays
on. For now you don't have to admit it's a slave collar. But don't get used
to that."

Then he said: "Be here at 5 pm tomorrow. Be here every weekday at 5 pm
sharp. Walk in and immediately strip. Wait by the door downstairs until I
instruct otherwise. Always at 5 pm sharp. Tell your parents whatever you
have to because starting this week you will stay here from after school on
Friday until 11 pm on Sundays. It won't be long until you're living here
full time. You are 17 and your parents know you can leave any time after
18. And leave you will."

IF you fully cooperate your parents will not understand many changes you
undergo. They will be mildly upset and concerned over much of it. But I
will try my best to shield your parents and grandparents. Maybe, MAYBE your
siblings. But school mates are fair game if I want to show my
dominance. Strangers are absolutely fair game for outrageous displays of
public obeisance ordered by me. Over time you will publicly come to terms
with your submission and slavery. I have ideas and intentions that will
blow your mind but for which you will willingly obey. Won't you boy? You
consented to all of this--are we clear on that? Say it!"

So I said "Master Ryan I wanted you to be my Master and own me. Control me
Sir as you wish. I am fulfilled by serving you Master Sir."

I knew he needed that recorded. It's consensual so far. Even the fucking
collar.

He sat in his desk chair and flipped it around facing me. He ordered: "Kiss
my feet and then give them a tongue massage from top to bottom. Use force
in your tongue to make it feel powerful as it massages my feet. Greedily
lap up any dried sweat. Be hungry for all my sweat all the time."  I laid
down on the floor and went to town on his gorgeous feet. I was going to act
grossed out but I wasn't. I actually craved this. So I thought just dive in
and stop acting repulsed.

After 20 minutes he said "kneel" and he pulled his shorts off. I was
mesmerized by his cock. Also 7 inches but meaty and thicker than mine. Full
nice balls. He said "Let's test your cocksucking skills boy. Get to it." So
I did. I took his head in my mouth by the tip of my tongue under his
cockhead. I wrapped it around and then quickly all the way down the
underside of his shaft with my tongue. Then back up and then I put the cock
in my mouth and tried my best to relax my throat and got it about
two-thirds down. But then my gag reflex took over. I had tears and snot and
drool on his cock and my face.

He had a deep, calm and reassuring voice. He said "Good first attempt
boy. In fact A+ for intended effort. Now follow me.  The body has defense
mechanisms. It has reflexes and instinct to protect itself. Your body
thinks a dangerous invader is trying to get down your throat. But you and I
know that my cock is not a dangerous invader to you. Don't you faggot? In
fact you crave it. You want to suck it all the way down. You love pleasing
cock." And you know what? I love throat massages of my cock. You will learn
that first."

I said "Master I want your cock and to learn to take it all the down which
is proper. You are right Sir it is not a dangerous invader.' He replied:
"Great. Mind over matter boy. Forcefully tell your body that my cock is not
a dangerous invader. Tell your body to allow my cock into your
throat. Stop, just stop the gag reflex. You know my cock is coming as it
enters your mouth.  So relax and defeat the gag reflex. Override
it. Mentally defeat your gag reflex. Make way for my cock to take its
rightful place in my slave's throat. Relax your throat. Once my master cock
is all the way down your throat leave it there. Breathe through your
nose. Or hold your breath. I don't care. I'll revive you if you pass
out. The important thing is the uninterrupted feeling on my cock. Leave it
all the way down and use your throat muscles and tongue to massage my cock
while it's in your throat.  You must perfect this skill asap. Especially
before my father visits or when I offer your cocksucking skills to a friend
or even a stranger."

He kept saying "override your gag reflex...tell your body to allow my
precious cock down your throat. Defeat the gag reflex. Unlearn it. Mentally
override instinct. Tell that to your brain and to the back of your mouth
and throat. Don't gag. You know it's safe for my cock to invade your
throat. You know that's maximum feeling for a man getting head to have his
cock all the way down the sub's throat. Why the fuck else would I go to all
the trouble of keeping a slave?"

He helped me do it once and I kept his cock down for about 40 seconds. He
is an amazing trainer and astounding for a freshman in high school. It was
like he had 20 years teaching this. And his voice was so soothing and
mesmerizing.

He was very pleased and told me so. "Well I have a budding natural
cocksucking champion here as my slave."

Then he wanted me to pull his cock almost all the way out but not all the
way out and then ALL the way back down again and again and again and again
and again. I succeeded. His balls were hitting my chin. He has the most
awesome scent I was smelling and tasting.  My nose would mash itself in his
pubes.

Finally he held my head and ejaculated down my throat. I felt cheated. I
didn't get to taste all but a small part of his cum. He said "It wasn't a
flawless cocksucking but it was pretty damn good slave. Pretty damn
good. Still, you are going to do better aren't you my faggot cocksucker?  I
was out of breath, but I said "Yes Master I want to perfect my cocksucking
skills for your Sir and I will Sir."

As I looked up I saw his phone recording the BJ. He then sent the link to
someone. I freaked. I did as he told me, surrendered and accepted his
collar and then he does this?  I looked incredulous. He said "relax faggot
it's to my dad. I'm sure he's proud of his alpha son. It's not going to
anyone else for now unless you disobey boy."

Thinking of his father I thought to myself this man terrifies me. But I
also was stunned that any high school boy would freely send a pic of his
dick getting sucked, let alone by a man, to his father! He sent video of
him getting his hard cock sucked to his father! Another man I've never met
watched me suck a cock and has it on video. My life was upside down. Just a
couple days ago I was free to do and think as I pleased.  Little burdens on
my mind. Now I am a slave. Owned. Willingly.

Master Ryan grinned or smirked. I don't know. But I pleased him.

His final words that epic day were: "Steel yourself boy. Tomorrow and this
weekend will put enormous pressures on you as you learn to serve me. The
coming days, weeks and years are going to require radical changes for
you. Ah---but not to your core. Your core is a naturally born sub who was
born to serve me. We will bring out your core as you live in accordance
with it.  It's the only way your life will meet its purpose. The only way
you will be fulfilled. Focus on living in harmony with your nature boy. It
will make it easier on you. Not that I worry about your feelings. Actually
the more stress you put on yourself as you are given more and more
difficult orders, the easier it is going to be for me to break you. Then I
get to reshape you my way. Completely and totally MY way in every way in
every aspect of life. I am your Master. I own you. Now get out of here."

After I got dressed and was leaving he said "slave, don't ever say I didn't
give you anything." He tossed me his sweaty jock to take home. I
immediately brought it to my nose and smiled wildly. I thought "fuck it, he
understands me. I'm his fucking slave so I don't have to hide shit like
this." He definitely smirked. As I got to his front door I put his jock in
my pocket. I felt naked without my phone but I trusted him that I'd have a
new phone tomorrow. At home I slept with his jock on my pillow. Inhaling
all the scent I could from it and knowing where it had been--on my Master's
cock.