This is the first part of a series of stories that will include gay sex, humiliation, bondage, piss play, diapers etc. If you're not comfortable with these things or are under the age of 18 do not read this story.
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I was bored. 27 years of age, an average guy in most ways. I had just come home after a walk and did some kettlebell exercise. I didn't want to get my extra pounds back so exercise had become a regular part of my life. I even got some muscles but was no body builder by any means. I guess I look kind of of young; most times when I buy alcohol I have to show my ID (something which I find sort of flattering). Also when strangers have something to say to me they often call me `boy' which I also sort of like.
I had been working in a shitty job for a couple of years. A forklift operator in a warehouse -- this is not what I wanted from life! An artist, a scientist... but no, a damn forklift operator in a shitty old warehouse doing the same robotic stuff from monday to friday. My social life had gradually diminished as friends moved away and had careers and families. Bad choices in life lead me to this situation, I thought. Always blame yourself rather than outer circumstances is a view that I adhere to.
Sexually I was quite inexperienced. I'd never been in a relationship and was deeply closeted. I had a couple drunk adventures but my shyness had kept me from fulfilling my desires in any satisfactory way. I had had some quite kinky fantasies and watching porn related to those things had become a daily thing. After exercising and a few glasses of wine an idea came to my mind. I'd leave a really kinky ad to a dating site and see what kind of responses I get. I got a surprising amount of responses and felt really horny reading them, jacking off while doing so. There was no intention to actually get any live action but one of the responses was different and really stuck to my mind.
He wrote that he was 32 years old, a muscular guy looking for a submissive guy to service him. The way that he wrote revealed that he was clearly quite intelligent and had a good imagination. And also there was something about him that really made me feel really horny and submissive, something that I can't quite grasp. We chatted via email for a few days and finally he thought that it's time to meet in real life. I never had thought that this would happen but he was so persuasive that I just automatically accepted his request and we set up a date.
It was an August evening. There was a warm breeze in the air and the sun had passed the horizon a while ago but there was still some light. I stood in front of a white door and rang the doorbell. A house built of yellow bricks, an unassuming building in a quiet neighbourhood. I really had to gather my courage to get to this point, even drank a few beers in order to get to this point. This was something totally new to me and I was feeling really nervous, almost sick. Was this a big mistake?!
I stood there for a while and became convinced that this really was a mistake. I turned away and was about to go home when I heard the door being unlocked. The sound of the door opening reached my ears and a voice called:
- Hi there, you're not going to flee, are you? We had an agreement...
The voice was commanding and friendly at the same time. I felt ashamed and turned to face him. A stud in camouflage pants and a black sleeveless shirt stood in front of me with a grin on his face. A masculine guy with short hair, nice muscles and wild, green eyes. Holy fuck -- he's sexy as hell! I blushed and tried to not look him in the eyes.
- Oh, no... I uhm... was just checking the neighbourhood.
I felt so ashamed. Checking the neighbourhood -- what the hell was I saying?! I was almost paralyzed, had no idea what to do.
- You've come this far so won't you step inside, boy?
Boy. That word struck me and made me feel hony again and I thought he knew that. He was a man and I was a boy. A man is independent and strong, willful. I was a boy, always inferior to a man, weak and inexperienced. I stepped inside and he lead me into his kitchen.
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Would you like something to drink?
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Sure.
He opened the fridge and took a beer out for himself and handed me a soda. I already had drank a few beers and felt the need to go the bathroom but I was too shy to ask. He drank the beer quickly and I tried to do the same thing with my soda. We did some smalltalk and after a short while both of our glasses were empty.
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Now, boy, are you really willing to become my submissive plaything? I have lots of experience with fake guys on the web and have little tolerance for them. If you belong to that group I'll just punish you and let you go. So, now you really have to tell the truth. Which one are you?
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I'm your submissive plaything.
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Okay then. This is not going to be a one-night stand where you get your kinky desires fulfilled. You are genuinely going to submit to me weather you like it or not! And if you don't obey me you'll be punished. Is this clear to you?
I was feeling sick again and also afraid. How would he punish me? How is he gonna use me? We exchanged some ideas while emailing but never set any clear boundaries. But I didn't really have much choice at this point, it seemed.
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Yes.
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Okay, that's a good boy.
He gently brushed my hair with his large hand and patted me on the butt.
- Now, let's get you to the playroom. Follow me, boy.
He lead me downstairs to his basement. There was quite a large, dimly lit room. All kinds of toys were hung on the walls and a bed with a black rubber coating was in the center. I glanced at a dark corner and there was a cage if I wasn't mistaken. The sight and the mood of this place made my cock rock hard, my six inches of manhood throbbing against my jeans. My new master seemed to notice this and there was an evil grin on his face.
- Now, boy, get your pants and shirt off. Leave your underwear on.
I followed his orders and soon was wearing only my gray briefs. A wet spot had formed on the front of my underwear from all the precum that my cock had produced. And my raging boner was now totally obvious.
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You're a horny little boy, aren't you? From now on if you have something to say, you'll ask permission to talk and ALWAYS call me Sir! Is that clear?
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Yes.
He didn't seem pleased and walked near the wall and grabbed something in his hand. He walked to me and suddenly gave my butt a sharp hit with a crop. I yelped and felt confused. Why did he hit me?
- Yes what?
I was trying to mumble something and he gave me another hit.
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What do you call me, bitch?
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Sir! I'm sorry, Sir!
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That's right! It's not that difficult to remember, is it? I don't need a dumb fag who can't even use a word that was just taught to him! Now lay down, your belly against the floor.
I did as he commanded. He put my hands behind my back and handcuffed them. After that my feet were also cuffed and he put a short chain to between my both cuffs. Now my feet and hands were both cuffed behind my back and I was lying on the floor totally helpless.
At this point my bladder was totally full from the beers and the soda that I drank earlier. I really had to pee and had to tell my master that I needed a toilet break.
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Sir, I really need to go to the bathroom! Please, would you let me go?
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So, one soda makes you this desperate to go? I think you're just lying and trying to get away. Remember, we had an agreement and you're my plaything now. You do what I say! Don't try to make up some lame excuses. If you bring this up again I'm gonna spank you so hard that you'll be crying! Now, shut the fuck up and just get used to that position while I watch some TV.
There was a TV and a leather sofa in the playroom as well and now my master was watching sports. He seemed to like having me chained there next to him on the floor totally helpless. I was squirming as the pressure built in my bladder but was too afraid to speak to my master, fearing a painful spanking.
- You seem to be a little uncomfortable, is there something you need to say?
The thought of him spanking me hard scared me and I just said `no' in fear of his punishment. He gave an evil grin again and gave a laugh and then just watched the sports again.
Now I was panicking as I REALLY needed to pee. Many times I thought about asking to go to the toilet but was still fearful as the pressure just increased. Then, accidentally a little pee leaked out and I felt some warmth in my briefs. Shit! I thought. Maybe he wouldn't notice... but it was too late. I just had to let go and felt a warm stream of piss wetting my briefs. They became totally soaked and a puddle of piss formed beneath me. I was almost crying from the humiliation and struggled in my chains.
My master had been following the game intensely and now after some minutes glanced at me. He began to laugh mockfully.
- Holy shit, what a pathetic little fag! You can't even lay on the floor for a while without pissing yourself? Weren't you potty trained? I'm gonna have a hard time training a boy like you... you better be worth the time.
He stood up and looked at me for a while. Then he lifted me up and put me to the bed back against the rubber, hands and feet still behind my back. He yanked my briefs down and exposed my cock, now soft and small due to the humiliation. He went again to the wall and came back with something in his hand. Now he put something around my cock and balls and I thought that he's gonna play with my cock. But no, he put other stuff as well and I was again confused. What is he doing?! After he was done I managed to get a look at my cock and was shocked. He had put a black plastic chastity belt on me. I had seen something like this on a porn vid and thought it was really sexy but I'd never even thought about wearing one!
- That's right, boy -- from this time on you won't be cumming unless I tell you to do so. And you better be a good boy and obey me or it might be a looong time. So, you gonna be a good boy?
He again ran his large hand through my hair and patted my butt. I just said `Yes, Sir!' to get out of this situation.
- Okay, this is enough for this day. Now get your clothes on and get out. I'll get in touch soon and then we'll continue with your training.
Master unshackled me and I was about to pull my briefs down and put my clean clothes on. He stopped me and said that I have to wear those pissy briefs under my pants to remind me of my mistake. So I pulled up my jeans and put my shirt on and he escorted me out of his house.
It was night now and I was walking home, thinking that this was it. No more, thank you! There had been a couple of really horny moments but now it's time to call it quits.
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