Introduction
At 22, I had been out of college for a year, and had been taking stock of my life. I grew up in a prosperous family - my father was a lawyer, and my mother a real estate agent. When I was 15, while away at boarding school, my parents were killed in a plane crash on their way to a South American vacation. I was, of course, devastated. I was lucky to have a great support system at school, and caring faculty who helped me through the tragedy.
At school, I was an ace swimmer, and was a state champion in the 50 free event. I had been swimming since I was 5, and I had always loved the feeling of being on a team. It was my swim team at school that really made me happy. When I was 13, and still living at home, I swam for a USS team, and was around boys of all ages. My birthday is in late July, and I had been able to move up into teen-level competition. In early August, I began noticing that the older swimmers on my team were very close. They were great friends, but I sensed their connections strained to different levels. They would slap each other's asses in the shower, be openly naked in the showers and in the locker room, and they all traded razors for shaving.
Shaving was important. Obviously, competitive swimmers want to be as smooth as possible to lessen drag and therefore improve times. My teammates took it very seriously. They shaved everything. Their asses. Their legs, their chests, their arms, their cocks. I had never seen anyone do that before. Their cocks got hard when they shaved in the shower...it was very erotic. Myself, I was proud of the few pubes I had at that age and I only shaved my legs for swimming. This identified me as an outsider to the older clique, I guess.
I had to leave practice early for some kind of appointment within those first couple weeks of being at the older level. Changing to go home, I was the only one in the locker room. I was about 5'2", 110 at the time, with defined muscles and a 5" cock. My blonde hair was bleached from the sun, as well. I was wearing an orange speedo that day, that had a 26" waist - it was one of my favorites, because I had always been lucky when wearing it for races.
When I came into the locker room, I showered off - just to rinse the chlorine out of my hair and off my skin. I took a cold shower, in an attempt to wake up from a long workout. I then went to my locker to get changed. While towling off, I faced my locker, and considered the vast amounts of algebra that awaited me at my desk that night, after my appointment...I hated algebra. While I was drying myself, I heard a person step through the door to the pool and come through the shower area, and towards myself and the lockers. I thought nothing of it, and didn't turn to see who it was. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see Rod, an older member of my team. Rod was 15, around 5'6", 125, with blonde hair that was nearly all shaved off his head. The rest of him was perfectly smooth. His red speedo displayed his ample package well, and despite the intense glare his deep blue eyes gave me, I was immediately attracted to him in a way I had never felt for anyone else.
"Where do you think you're going, boy?" he asked.
"I have to leave - what do you care."
"Not if I have anything to do with it."
"What?"
Rod pulled me away from my locker and then pushed me up against it, and got right in my face.
"You think you're the shit, don't you MacLeod? You think you're all bad ass, right?"
I didn't answer, now totally petrified.
"Answer me, you little bitch!"
"Nnno...I don't..."
"Yeah you do! You think you're the shit 'cause you don't hang out with us!"
Before I could answer, he threw a hard punch at my abdomen. The pain conjured tears instantly, and as I began to wail, Rod covered my mouth with his right hand and grabbed my crotch with his left. Despite my pain, his rubbing my cock through its thin lycra shield made it instantly hard.
"Ha - just what I thought," he said.
I was traumatized and stimulated at the same time...it was a very strange feeling. Rod kept massaging my cock, and I loved it. Soon, my pain subsided, and he removed his hand from my mouth.
"You like this don't you?" he asked.
I didn't respond...I was so horny, and he took total advantage. Still, I was very afraid, but was now overpowered.
"I see that you are afraid," he continued, "and I like that...I am going to make you mine. You hear me? I am going to OWN you, body and mind. Your little pussy ass is going to be the hottest piece on this team. I am going to make you a great swimmer, and a great slave. You're gonna be a slave to my cock, a slave to my every word."
With that, Rod pushed me to a bench and leaned me over it. He began feeling my ass cheeks, and quickly pulled my speedos down to my knees. He brought his hands back to my ass cheeks, and continued to massage them. Suddenly, I felt his finger go for my whole, and it resisted, but he eased his way into me, and played inside me. Carefully he inserted a second finger into me, and then announced,
"I am going to fuck you slave boy, right here, right now!"
I was so afraid, and so turned on - I said nothing.
"You be quiet now - 'cause when I'm in you, you'll scream for more."
My cock was solid as a rock at this point and after Rod pulled his fingers out of me, I heard him pull his speedos down, and soon, I felt the pressure of his head against my virgin hole. He grabbed me by the waist, and began to push himself into my hole, while pulling me back. I never felt anything so intense before. I let out brief moans as he forced his six inches into my hole. Gradually, he got himself all the way in.
"You like this, boy bitch?" he asked.
"Yes...yes..." This was all I could manage.
"Yes SIR, you mean! I am your MASTER, you will call me SIR."
I had never heard anything like this, and out of fear, and out of enjoyment, I repeated:
"Yes SIR!"
"Ask your MASTER to fuck you bitch...ask him NOW!"
"Fuck me SIR!"
"Good BITCH!"
Rod began slowly moving his cock in and out of my hole, thrusting hard against my ass. I couldn't believe it...I was being fucked, and I was so attracted to my apparent MASTER.
"Your life is going to change forever, Jack," Rod said between strokes.
"Yes MASTER!"
Rod reached his right hand around my waist and grabbed my hard cock and began to stroke it as he fucked me. It was too much, and I immeadiately began to moan in ectasy. Rod fucked me faster and harder and I pushed back against his thrusts, loving every second of it. We came together, and Rod pulled out of my ass and came all over my ass cheeks. Just as he did this, two other swimmers, Chip and Mike came in from the pool. They immediately saw us. Rod turned and grinned, I went white.
"Aww Phat - a new little biatch," Chip jested. He started to rub his cock through his speedo - his was a rainbow design. "Bring him into the shower," he continued.
Rod picked me up and led me into the shower room. Mike meanwhile had gotten a razor. I was going to get shaved down.
"Roddy, you get the honors - he's yours, after all," Mike said. He and Chip pinned me flat against the shower wall. They hosed me down, and then applied shaving cream to my crotch. Rod kneeled down and took my balls and shaft in one hand and began gently removing my small patch of pubic hair. What I had was minimal and thin, but I was so humilitated to see it shaved away. As well, my cock again grew hard in the hands of my new Master. Soon, I was bald as a badger, and Rod changed focus, as he very delicately shaved my balls, and began to work down my legs. When he was shaving my legs, he began to stroke my cock. I hadn't cum before, and each time I got close I began to moan and beg for more. I couldn't believe the amazing sensation I was having. He shaved all the hair off my legs, and as I rubbed them together, the feel was so hot.
"Turn around bitch - face the wall!"
"Yess SIR," I replied, and sadly I turned away and Rod let go of my cock. It was so hard and I wanted to come so badly. Rod started to massage my ass, and finger my recently fucked hole. Then I felt shaving cream on my ass, and slowly, my little cheeks were smoothed.
"You like this BOY? You like it?"
"Yes SIR - It's so awesome SIR!"
Ultimately, he shaved my whole body down. Then, I was brought out of the showers and displayed to the other swimmers. They loved it. Rod was proud of me and my rock hard cock. I wanted to cum so badly, but I couldn't.
"That is my cock," Rod explained, "You are never to touch it without my permission ever again, you dirty pussy bitch!"
"I own you. I will determine everything about your life from now on."
"Yes SIR."
"You will have a special diet - a bagel for breakfast with water, rice or fruit with water for lunch, and chicken with milk for dinner."
"Yes SIR!"
"You will wear whatever I say. I will give you a cock ring and a collar and you will wear those and a butt plug to signify my ownership of you. You will wear speedos and thongs for underwear from now on."
"Your hair will be buzzed down, and I want to tattoo my monogram on your ass."
I was so afraid, and all the other swimmers were clapping and cheering. My cock was so hard and I needed to cum so badly.
"Yes SIR!"
"Get down on your knees and bend over boy - on all fours now!"
Once in this position, ever member of the team slapped my ass cheeks and I was officially a slave. My life would change forever...
Part II
Rod ruled my life for the rest of my time at prep school. After school, he moved with his family to Antigua, where he was drowned in a sailing accident. This was a major blow to me. Towards the end of his life, he was teaching me to be a Master, and I got a lot out of it. In college, I really became a top, but stayed thoroughly in the closet. When I graduated, I inherited my parent's estate, and moved myself to a lovely beach house in the British Virgin Islands.
My cousin Sarah, who was 35, was offered a position in France not long after I had moved that would require that she give up her two adopted sons, Anders who was 12, and Dickie who was 13. She asked me if I would care for them, and of course, I agreed. Both boys were adorable, and to make things even more exciting, they were swimmers. I had plans for them...