My name is James. I am 17 years old, lightly built with short curly black hair and what I am told is a shy smile. The shy smile shows a shy person who goes to a good school, has a loving family but feels a little cut away from this world. Partly this is due to being gay, partly due to a feeling that I don't quite belong anywhere yet.
This Friday I was heading home to an empty house as my younger brother was at boarding school and my parents were away for a week. My world changed when I looked out the window and saw the young man working in the garden. I had not realised he would be here although I knew a man had been employed by my mum to sort out the garden a few weeks earlier.
What changed my world was that he was gorgeous. Even at a distance I could see he was lean and muscular, young and wearing just a pair of white shorts. I needed to get closer and found myself walking down the lawn towards him before I realised.
He was digging a big hole for a pond and covered in sweat. I watched for a minute lost for words, entranced by this body. He was probably my age with not an ounce of fat on him. He was tanned and ripped in the way only hard exercise could make someone (at least I imagined so). Every time he dug the muscles all over his torso sang out to me. His chest was hairless although I could see a trail of light hair heading down from his belly button. I thought he hadn't noticed me until he put down his shovel and grinned up at me.
"Hi. You must be James." Suddenly I felt self-conscious in my school suit and had no idea what to say. "Um ,yes. Um, do you want a drink or something? You must be hot. You look hot." Suddenly I was rambling and shut up. Hot? He was incredibly hot. I felt myself blush at my unintended double meaning.
He ran a hand up from under the waistband of his shorts, over his muscled abdomen and then ran both hands through his short blonde hair. My eyes were glued to his stomach, moving in and out as he breathed deeply. I tore my eyes back to his face and found him smiling at me again. He would be in my dreams tonight.
"Yes. I am hot and sweaty as you can see. A drink would be great." He held out a hand and I pulled on it as he stepped out of the hole. "Thanks. Lead on." He picked up a t-shirt from the ground and slung it casually over one shoulder. We went into the kitchen and I opened the fridge. I turned to see what he wanted and found he was behind me.
He put his right arm around my shoulder and rested his chin on my left shoulder. The top of his thigh just brushed my bottom. I froze. After a few seconds he just stretched his left arm out past me into the fridge to get a can of coke and this time pushed harder into my bottom. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He then stepped away to lean against the counter and I was still standing frozen to the spot. I made myself turn.
He was smiling again then put the can to his lips. After a moment he stopped and looked at me. "Don't fancy one?" "What?" He waved the can. "Oh. Um, no, I'm fine." I could feel myself blush again. Was he aware of the effect he was having on me? I could hardly breathe in his presence.
"So James. Your mum tells me you are off to Oxford University. You must be smart". I muttered something about needing to get the grades. "I was no good at school stuff. I need my body to earn a living." Fabulous body I thought to myself then realised I'd spoken out loud. I felt my face go red as I looked up to see if he'd heard.
He laughed. "You are so right. I can see you appreciate it. But could you handle it?" "What do you mean?" "I mean that I, like this body, am high maintenance. I need someone to look after me, obey me, worship me. I think you are clever and would be loyal and loving but are you wound too tight to let me take control? Come here".
I found myself crossing the kitchen to where he was leaning against the counter too stunned to speak. I had little idea of what he was saying and no time or ability to process it. He took my head in his hands and kissed me on the lips. I'd never been kissed before. I felt dizzy and my legs went numb. He pulled away.
"Take off your jacket James. Tell me what you feel." I did so, put my jacket on the back of a chair and leaned against the table a few yards across from him. I hesitated. Everything had happened so quickly and I had no idea what this was or where it was going. "Just be honest James. Trust me." I looked up. He had one hand down the front of the dirty white shorts,
"I don't know how I feel. I don't even know your name. I have never told anybody I am gay or had a relationship. I just feel confused. Perhaps you should just go."
He walked across to me and ran his hands through my hair then slowly down my back and rested them on my bottom. He then ran one hand up to my shoulder and pulled me in to a hug and then a kiss. This time he lingered before pulling away. He was just a few inches away when he said "You don't want me to go James." It was a statement not a question but I shook my head anyway. "So what do you want?"
"Stay. Please. I've never felt like this before. I just want to be with you. Nothing else matters. Tell me what to do. Just don't go." He nodded and put a hand on each side of my face. "Put your hands on my arse James." I did so and felt electric. My world shrank to this man, absolutely nothing else existed. He locked eyes with me.
"I'll make you happy James but you must submit to me. Just let go. Do what I say when I say and you will get what you want, what you need. We both know what that is James. A man to dominate you."
I could only nod. I was incapable of speech. All I was aware of was the unbelievable feeling of touching and being touched by this man. "Say it James. Let me hear it."
"I understand you have control over this relationship and control over me. That is fine. I just want to be with you. I will do whatever you say as long as we can just stay together."
He knocked my hands off his bottom, slapped my face hard and turned away. He then turned back. "Not enough James. Not nearly enough. Kneel down. Hands clasped behind your back. Bow your head slightly." I did so in a daze with tears in my eyes. I didn't understand what I had done to upset him. I just knew I would do anything to correct it.
"Now repeat the following after me and keep repeating it until I tell you to stop."
"I belong to my Master. I live to serve my Master"
I kept repeating this mantra without daring to look up. To be honest the implication of these words did not register at the time. I just knew I didn't want to upset this man again. I say man although he was probably my age and I saw him more as a living God than anything else. I didn't know how long I knelt there before I heard this God say enough. I felt his hand pulling in my hair and stood up. He kissed me gently.
"Now we can start a relationship. Just relax, follow my lead and everything will be fine. The first thing I need is a shower. I am covered in sweat after this afternoon. Your room is en suite right? Lead on." I turned and then felt his arm round my waist. He kissed my neck then whispered in my ear. "You are pretty hot yourself you know as well for a nerdy rich boy. We will have a good time together." He slapped my bottom hard and I led the way upstairs more confused than ever.
My room was a large one with bathroom attached at the end of a corridor. I stood in the room unsure what to do next and my God walked into the bathroom. I followed. He pointed at the shower and I turned it on. He just looked at me for a moment before I realised what I should do next. I knelt before him and he pointed wordlessly at his shorts. "Good James. Best to kneel in respect if you do not have any other instructions to follow." I'd actually knelt down to take off his shorts but thought it best not to mention this.
The shorts were the cheap nylon type used in gym. I put my hands on the waistband and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and pointed to his underwear. Cheap brand but gripped his body and I could almost taste the bulge made by his penis and balls. He pointed at the underwear and I put both hands on the waistband and eased them down. Suddenly I found myself with my face just a few centimetres from what was a penis and set of balls that made mine look pathetic. My light built and small stature extended to all my body although my tight black curls were matched by some pretty decent chest and body hair.
"Don't worry. Your lips will be spending plenty of time locked on my cock. For now just kiss each ball and the tip in respect." I did so in a dream and could smell his sweat. He turned round. "Now put your nose to my crack. Inhale. Your tongue will be spending long hours in here." If you had told me earlier I would have my nose up another man's bottom and be smelling nectar I would have walked away in disgust. But somehow it felt right, felt natural to follow these orders. He stepped forward after a time and turned again.
"Stay kneeling. Bow your head so your forehead is almost touching the ground. Hands behind your back. Good. Normally we will shower together. Today do not move. Instead keep repeating the following. Yell it out loud while I shower. Yell it and believe it. `Master. I am your slave. Master. I live to serve.'"
I did so. I have no idea how long I knelt while this man was in the shower but as I chanted I began to believe, began to understand. Not everything. Not by a long way. But simply that I must follow this road wherever it led and abandon thought and questions.
He got out the shower. I could see his feet but kept chanting. "Enough. Stay kneeling slave. Dry me from the feet up." I began to dry his feet then work up his ankles and thighs towards the promised land. He had dried his hair and upper body then dropped the towel. I dried the rest then reverentially moved onto his bottom, balls, abs and penis. I was in heaven touching the most intimate parts of this God but noticed he was completely unmoved physically by my attentions.
Without a word he stepped past me into my bedroom. I turned off the shower and followed. He was completely relaxed being naked around me. "Slave. Find me designer underwear, tight jeans, good shirt. What were your clothes should fit perfectly until we go shopping." I did so. He discarded a couple of pairs of underwear and a shirt by dropping them on the floor but looked good in what he had chosen. He lay on the bed.
"Now strip. You look cute in your boy school suit but are not worthy of it. First the tie, then the shirt." I stood shirtless, slightly self conscious. I'd always had a puny body and knew it. He got up and stood beside me in front of the mirror and took his/my shirt off. He flexed his tanned,smooth, muscular torso which although incredibly sexy made my pale, thin body even less impressive. He made me flex in the same way and laughed. He put his/my shirt back on unbuttoned.
"Fuck slave. You are pathetic. Now the trousers." I was left in my underwear. He came behind me and put both hands down the front. I gasped as he grabbed my balls with one hand. "What can I feel slave?" "My balls Sir". He squeezed. "Master not Sir. All other men will be Sir to you. Think James. You are mine. What can I feel?" I thought but it was hard with hands playing with my balls and penis. He squeezed again a little harder. "Sir. Master. I am yours so you feel your balls, no, balls belonging to you. Master you feel balls and a penis belonging to you."
"Good James. You are learning. These feeble globes and tiny cock are not mine but they are my property. As such like the rest of your body they are mine to use as I wish." He pulled his hands out after a final squeeze and laughed. "Now lose the underwear, spread your legs and bend over."
I did so. This was incredibly erotic and my penis (strike that -- cock -- I would try and think of my body in the terms my Master used) was hardening once again. "Now pull your arse cheeks apart. What can I see?" "You can see my arse hole Master. No. You can see an arse hole you can use." "Very good. I see a tight, red, virgin, slave hole that I will rip open with my cock when it will give me pleasure to pump you full of cum. And I see an arse fit to be spanked and whipped and caned for pleasure or punishment."
"Every part of your body is mine to use for my pleasure. A true slave stops thinking of his body as anything apart from an object with the sole purpose of serving his Master in any way his Master chooses. We will take things slowly though. Stand up and look in the mirror. What do you see?" "I see me Master?" "What I see is a pathetic piece of shit fag slave. Now, a pathetic piece of shit fag slave needs to be constantly reminded of his status. Now turn to me and tell me what you are."
"I am a pathetic piece of shit fag slave. I am not worthy of you but want to learn to please you. I live you serve you." Without warning he kicked me in the balls and I doubled over.
"Call me Master in every sentence you pathetic piece of fag shit and bow your head before addressing me. You behave as if we are somehow equal. Now you may be cute with your curly hair and baby boy smile but you have no business being cute. A piece of fag shit slave just needs to serve. Now look in the mirror again. What do you see?"
"Master I see a pathetic piece of shit fag slave. Master I see your pathetic piece of shit fag slave. Master tell me, tell this pathetic piece of fag shit what to do."
"Better. Before my cock fucks you a new arsehole we will shave every hair off your body. Men have hair. Slaves are pathetic pieces of fag shit. Slaves are not men. Slaves do not have hair." It took a while but with a hair trimmer, scissors and a razor I was soon left with a totally hairless body and just the lightest buzz cut on top. I almost didn't recognise myself in the mirror and realised a line had somehow been crossed. I didn't care though. All I could think about was my Master's promise to christen my new status by fucking me.
My Master looked at me. "That's better. Now I see you. Not a clever rich boy at his posh boy school. Not a cute little choirboy hiding behind a cute smile and cute curls. Not a gay boy pretending to be straight. Now I can see a pathetic piece of fag shit, so desperate to be fucked by a real man he will do absolutely anything to please him. What does it feel like to be a fag slave, owned and abused by a man who will treat you like the piece of shit you are?"
"Please Master. I just want to be fucked. I've willingly done everything you have told me to. I just want you to fuck me."
"I'll fuck the piece of fag shit that belongs to me. There is no you any more. Don't expect to enjoy it. My cock will rip you wide open. Get on your knees, get my jeans and underwear off and work my cock with your tongue."
I did this. He was already about 5 inches hanging loose and I was sucking his balls and licking his shaft under a stream of instruction and abuse to make him hard. I'm guessing he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked despite slapping my head and calling me a useless piece of fag shit. I reckon he was 8 inches long when finally hard and he pushed me off him.
He made me lie on the end of the bed with my legs hanging over the bottom. He looked down at me and picked up my legs, putting one over each shoulder, and stepping forward. "I like to fuck virgin fags face up so I can see their face as they scream in agony. You have no idea of the pain about to hit you."
He eased the tip of is cock into my hole and looked down. Words were unnecessary then he leant near my face and spat. His saliva clung to the top of my nose. He then eased himself slowly in as he adjusted my position on the bed. I felt like a rag doll being shoved about and was dizzy with expectation.
The pain was incredible. Then it got worse as he slowly pulled himself out and started again. He did this a few times watching my face then started a slow pumping. He had one hand pushing hard on my chest so I couldn't move. I was gasping with the pain and just trying to breathe. I have no idea how long it was before the moment of blessed release as his cock pumped and cum flooded inside me. I'd been used, literally fucked over, but felt wonderful. We were connected.
He lay for a few seconds on me then pulled out. I was collapsed on the be with my legs back hanging over the bottom. He lay on the bed with his head on the pillow then reached down to where my head lay next to his middle. He slapped the side of my face. "I don't want fag slave shit on my cock. Lick me clean." Still breathing hard I rolled over and began to lick his cock and then suck his balls.
He lay in silence with his eyes closed. He then rolled over and spread his legs. "Lick my arse crack slave. Let me feel your tongue deep inside. Get used to the taste. A Master has no need to use a toilet when he has a fag slave's mouth to piss and shit into." Was he serious? I had no idea. I just knew that at that moment I was happier than I had ever been in my 17 years.
Part Two to follow shortly.
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