This story is intended for adults who like the idea of gay sex. If this isn't you then you shouldn't be here reading it. If it's illegal for you to access this, or you think it's offensive, then you shouldn't be here either. It is fictional.
I'm very new at this but have wanted to do it for a little bit and I'd love any feedback you have or ideas for things I can include. There's a twitter for people that want to message me there (www.twitter.com/storiesbyalex) and you can email me at storiesbyalex@protonmail.com
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Darkness. That was my first thought when I woke up. At least, as much of a thought as I could manage with my head feeling as fuzzy as it did. It was like I was wrapped up inside of confusion and no single thought would form for longer than a few seconds. However, one kept returning time and time again: darkness. I felt my eyelids flicker open and I attempted to blink but it didn't make a difference. I couldn't see a single thing: no objects, no shapes not even a single speck of light. The grogginess in my head as causing it to begin hurting and I groaned out with the pain of it and of waking up. That is to say, I believe I groaned out. Although I felt my mouth move and the air expel from my lungs in order to make a sound, I actually heard... nothing. My mind couldn't make sense of any of this. Everything was dark, everything was silent. At first, I thought that I might just be in a dark room but this all just felt so abnormal. Even when I sit in my room with the blackout curtains in the middle of the night, there is still some small amount of light that allows me to see some basic shapes at least. Through the mist in my mind, I was starting to piece bits of information together. If I couldn't see then there must be something stopping me from seeing. As soon as I reached that bit of information, I started to realise things a lot quicker. There was something on my face, something around my eyes. I could feel it when I moved the muscles in my face - it was soft but tight and it was very clear that it wasn't going to be moved no matter how much I tried to move my head around. The same was true for my hearing and, when I focused hard, I could feel something cold on my head that was pressing my ears against the side of my head, squashing them down. I figured that they must have been a pair of headphones but I had no way of confirming that - all I knew was that it was preventing me from hearing and stealing another of my senses from me. I tried to move. I say tried because nothing happened. It wasn't that my muscles weren't working, although they did appear to be as sluggish as my brain was being if not even more so, but rather that I appeared to be restrained. For some reason, when I attempted to move my arms to remove whatever it was that was blocked my eyes and ears, they barely moved and I became aware of some kind of material wrapped around them. From the feeling in my shoulders, they seemed to be pulled away from each other and the same also appeared to be true for my legs. The only part of my body that could feel anything more substantial against it was my feet. Although, given that I still seemed to have a pair of shoes on, that didn't tell me anything other than the fact that I was stood on something. It all came flooding back to me then. The advertisement I'd seen online and the conversation I'd had with the guy responsible for it. He'd been looking for a submissive - someone to serve his every whim. He was paying and the amount you got would depend on how long you stuck it out. I'd been intrigued. Whilst I'd always thought of submitting to another man, and spent a lot of time on places like nifty reading stories and watching rough sex porn on different sites, I'd never done it real life. I'd wanted to for a couple of months now but just couldn't bring myself to do it. This seemed to offer me a chance to do this whilst, for the eighteen year old uni student part of me, making me some money too. Curiousity had caused me to message at first but, the more we talked, the more I got into it. There were rules, of course, and there was safe word. If at any point it got too much, you could say it and make everything stop. But, if you did, it'd all be over and you could never come back again. Even that rule made it all the more tempting to me. I didn't know who he was and he never showed me his face. At first, that made me a little uneasy, especially as I had to send him several pictures of me as part of my application, but in time I came to understand that that was just part of the deal. If he wanted to show himself to me then he would but, if he didn't then I might never see him. I've been in control for most of my life - my parents weren't much good and, from an unreasonably early age, I was practically raising myself. The chance to step away from that and give control over to someone else, the opportunity to have all the decisions made for me, was so intoxicating and he made it sound so good that, in the end, I couldn't resist. We'd arranged a time and I'd given him my address. I was to wait, blindfolded, in my bedroom with the door unlocked and I would be collected. I remember that happening and just how hard my heart had been beating when the first of two sets of hands had taken hold of me. I'd been placed in a van, in the back on my own, but not before my wrists were cuffed together so that I couldn't remove the blindfold. I don't remember getting out of the van so I must have passed out and woken up here. Then the realisation of what 'here' was hit me like a ton of bricks - I was tied somewhere, unable to move, unable to see and unable to hear. This had been done deliberately and had been something that I'd signed up to. For a brief moment, fear gripped me and I was very tempted to shout out the safe word but, at the last moment, I stopped myself. It had only just started and I needed to see where this was going first. He had explained that there was going to be times when I was afraid and that, sometimes, that was needed but that he would make sure that I was safe and that I needed to trust in him. I don't know why, but I did. However, I wasn't about to sit there as quiet as a mouse. After a deep breath, I shouted out as loudly as I could, hoping to attract someone and let them know that I was awake. Nothing happened so I sucked in as much air as I could and started to scream again but, this time, I was interrupted. As soon as I began to make noise, something cold hit very hard against my cheek. It was painful and, normally, may have caused me to cry out by itself but, in this moment, it stunned me completely. I hesitated a moment, feeling the hot sting as it lingered on my face. It hurt but it taught me one thing: I wasn't here alone. I wondered if it was him. There was nothing then. Nothing for a while. I had no way to tell how much time had passed but it felt like an eternity. I began to wonder whether the slap across my cheek had been real or not. Perhaps it had just been an illusion conjured up by my mind as I desperately searched for some sense of the world to latch on to. I had almost convinced myself that I had made it up when I felt a change in the air around me. Suddenly, something began pulling at me. My clothes were being pulled at from all directions: my t-shirt sliding up from behind, my jeans being undone at the front. Something was pulling them from me but then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. All was still again for a moment and then I felt something very cold against my skin. If I'd had to guess I'd have said it was metal but it felt as cold as ice when it was the only thing that any of my senses could focus on. It moved across my skin, not always touching me but doing so repeatedly and in different places. At one point, I could have sworn that there were two objects but, in my confused state, I couldn't be sure. After another moment of stillness, my clothes were torn from me. I have no idea how they came away so easily but it felt as if they had been ripped to shreds from my body. Even my boxers had been removed. My senses were suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of the cold air around me - wherever I was, there was no shred of heat and I had only not felt it before because of my coverings keeping me warm. Something slightly warmer took hold of my right leg and lifted it slightly. The touch felt odd - it was unwelcome and unknown but, at the same time, a pleasant contrast to the ice-cold that the rest of my body was experiencing. My shoe was pulled at and my sock removed as well. The warmth left me and then returned to my left leg. As it pulled, I was forced to return my right foot to the floor which, through the senses in my foot, I could not tell was cold and hard, like a concrete. This process was repeated with my left foot and it was returned to the floor. I was left again although this time I knew several things: I was somewhere cold with a concrete floor and there was definitely at least one person here with me, if not more. I'm pretty sure that the warmth touching me was his, or her, hands. For some reason, they had stripped me naked except from my blindfold, headphones and whatever it was that was pressing against my skin and keeping me in place. Cold metal was returned to my skin on my chest but, this time, it wasn't still. It appeared to vibrate against me and I cried out in surprise. As soon as the words left my mouth, a short and sharp slap hit the left cheek of my bum. It stung for a moment but the warm thing that made it lingered for a second. It was enough time for me to know that it must definitely have been someone's hand. This confirmed for me that I could be heard and I was reassured that my safe word was still something that I could use if I needed to, although the part of me that wanted to was completely overwhelmed by the part of me that was curious about what would happen next. The vibrating object began to move across my body in straight lines. It traveled back and forth over my chest and when it was pulled away, I felt the bristles of a brush against me, wherever it had been. It moved downwards only gliding over my abs for a very short amount of time however, it them started to spent a lot of time in my pubic region. Suddenly, warmth enveloped my soft cock and I know that I moaned out at feeling this. I didn't want to but, as a response to the touch, I could feel my cock beginning to harden as the blood searched out the heat of whoever this was. It was moved to one side and the vibrating metal continued. It seemed that it pulled my dick in the opposite direction to where the vibrating metal touched me and my mind tried to search for a reason for this. I could only come up with one. I'd had enough haircuts at the barbers to know that what I was feeling now had to be an electric shaver, the kind they use on the sides and back of your hair. For whatever reason, someone was removing the hair from my body; they'd done my chest and were now working their way through my pubes. I tried to move to pull away but my bindings were just too tight for me to do that. The razor finished in my pubes and moved on across the rest of my body. Nothing was left untouched - my legs, my arms. In fact, the only hairs that it seemed would be left on my body were on my head. For whatever reason, I was being transformed but by who and for what, I had no idea. The warmth didn't return to my dick but, for some reason, it stayed hard and I could feel how it jutted out from my body. A few seconds passed after the razor was finally removed when something change. I heard a click and suddenly it was like air was reaching my eyes again but the headphones hadn't been removed. Then it came, a low and deep sound, slightly distorted: "You deserve this, you know." My brain yearned for sound and the words were more than welcome. I actually found myself hoping that they would continue. "I wanted you to know that. I know you've wanted this, needed this, for so long. You're going to understand now." The sound clicked again and all was silent. I allowed the words to wash over me - my mind hungry for them. I twisted and turned them in my mind trying to search for anything that they could tell me about 'him' and what might happen to me but no answers came.I hope you liked the start of the story. It's more kinky than my other story but I thought I'd try it and see what people think - should I continue?
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