Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 16:20:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: E Mo <emoboy4use@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jock Becomes Emo Slave

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Part One


Taylor and me had lived parrallel lives all through school, we had lived
nearby, gone to the same schools in the sames years but never really
spoken. It was only now in our final year with both of us 18 that we found
ourselves in the same English class and got to know each other a little. He
wasn't really the type of kid I would gravitate towards, he was an emo, an
outisder. I wasn't exactly a jock but I was very sporty and mainstream
about things. Maybe I wasn't exactly great at any of the sports I played
but I sure loved playing them. Taylor was one of those guys for who gym
class was the low point of the week when for most of us it was the
highlight. Still he always seemed to be a in pretty good shape. He was
about an inch taller than me, 5' 11 and slim. He wore tight skinny jeans
and t shirts which really suited him. His hair was jet black with some red
in the fringe and he had a ring in his lip and eyebrow. He was cool in his
own way, a lot of guys called him a freak but I secretly admired him for
his difference. I never thought about him in a sexual way but I did
strangely admire him, I had a weird man crush from a distance.

And here I was in his bedroom with him helping me through a poetry
assigment. Everything was normal until one point when I stood up in
frustration from all of the study and paced around his room. Something on
his locker caught my eye and I paused. I went over a picked it up-- it was
a studded collar and with it lay a whip and a pair of leather cuffs. He
turned around in his swivel chair and watched me as I examined them.

"You into that bondage shit?" I asked.

"Yeah, me and my last boyfriend did it all the time..."

"You are gay?"

"Uhhh yeah, I thought you knew?"

"No, I didn't know."

"Is that ok?"

"Yeah sure I mean it's 2012 isn't it?" I said still a little bit surprised
but more fixated on the collar. He smiled at me cutely.

"Can I try it on... the collar?"

"No!"

I felt pretty stupid as he said no and looked down at my feet putting the
collar back on the shelf.

"I take this stuff pretty seriously. Collars are for slaves, do you want to
be a slave?"

I looked at him and answered a straight out nervous, "Yeah."

"Do you want to be my slave?"

"Yeah." I think Taylor was a lot more surpised than me.

"You want to be a gay slave?"

That was putting it in black and white I thought, "yeah."

"Let's see you naked boy."

I slipped off my flip flops, then my t shirt and basketball shorts and
finally my boxers. I stood there naked my semi erect cock hanging in front
of me.

"Now on your knees."

I knelt down on the carpet my hands by my side, as I did Taylor stood up in
front of me. With me on my knees he towered over me, I felt pretty small
and vulnerable. I didn't have long to think about it though as without
warning he kicked me square between the legs. I collapsed in agony,
grabbing my cock and balls as I went. Within a second he was on top of my
naked body, handcuffing my hands together behind my back.

"Now back on your knees."

Still in considerable pain I did as he ordered. I looked up at him almost
with tears in my eyes, hurt physically and emotionally.

"From now on jock boy, you call me Sir, got it?"

"Yes sir."

With that he leaned forward and fastened a small black collar with little
silver spikes around my neck and locked it with a small padlock.

"Now before we can go ahead I need an insurance policy, something to make
sure you are not wasting my time..."

"Ok..." I make a thinking out loud sound.

SLAP! Right across the face.

"You call me SIR, boy!"

"Yes sir!"

"We are going to make a video of you sucking my cock, if you are good and
obey me it will stay between the two of us, if you don't, it goes
public.... got it?"

"Yes sir"

"Good boy!"

He quickly sets up his digital camera to point at an area about the height
of his crotch and my head as I kneel on his floor.

"Come over here and kiss my crotch."

I kneel-walk over and kiss the zipper area of his black skinny jeans.

"Breathe in deep, you need to get used to your master's scent."

I obey, I smell the mix of jeans and crotchy sweat.

"Have you ever been with a guy before?"

"No, never.... sir", I just remember Taylor's new title.

"Tell me what you are and what you want."

I swallow and remember the camera is recording me, I look up through my
eyelashes at him.

"Please sir, I am a natural slave and all I want is to be your slave, to be
your property. Please let me suck your cock sir...."

"You do sound like a natural bitch, beg to take my cock and be my bitch!"

"Please let me be your bitch sir, that is what I am and what I want to be
be, please let me suck your cock sir!"

With that Taylor unzipped his jeans and slid them down before my eyes, he
pulled his cock out from a pair of tight blue briefs and began to jerk off
furiously. I knelt there confused not sure what was going to happen next. I
got my answer as his cock exploded at point blank range and covered my face
in his hot cum.


He was quiet for a minute as he recovered. "Looks like you enjoyed that!".

He pointed down to my rock hard cock and laughed, "From jock to bitch in
five easy minutes!"

I must have looked pretty pathetic, naked, handcuffed, collared with a face
covered in cum but I loved it.

To be continued....