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The Iron Gate
As I walked towards the large Iron Gate, I felt the breeze on my cheeks and heard the birds sing. It was almost as if these sensations reminded me on my freedom, on the fact that I came here voluntarily. The beautiful lane with its oak trees, the sounds of nature, the sun through the leaves and the soft breeze, everything in this picture made me feel happy and easy. The only thing that made my heart pound and my movements go into slow motion was the large Iron Gate. I knew that when I decided to push the little button beside the gate, I would give up my freedom of choice. This gate was my escape from the life I lived as a student. I had no idea of the new life behind the gate. What I did know was that the man that waited behind this gate would decide what he wanted to do with me. I was going to present myself to him and he would examine me. Then he would decide if I could become his slave, not for just a horny game, as I had played so often, no, this Master wanted his slaves to stay. The thing I dreamed of for so long, real enslavement.
Slowly my hand reached for the button, and finally I saw my finger push it. The speaker beside the button made a cracking noise and I saw the camera on the pole behind the gate turn in my direction, a little red blinking light suggested that someone was looking somewhere at a monitor. The steel gate had vertical bars and was wide enough for a normal car to go through. Behind the gate I saw the road going deeper in the Forrest and turning right so it was impossible to see where it went.
A soft voice came through the speaker: "yes?"
I heard my voice tremble a little when I answered: "slave Michael for Master John."
Suddenly I thought of the possibility that I had the address wrong and someone would wonder what this slave and master thing would mean. The voice from the speaker ended my sudden doubts: "Strip naked and leave your things behind."
I realized that the camera was still pointing at me and began stripping. I didn't expect that I had to strip naked so soon and wondered if I had to leave my rucksack also, but as I unbuttoned my shirt I realized that the voice clearly had said to leave my things. I placed my rucksack against the fence next to the gate and put my red cotton shirt on it. My shoes and jeans followed and when I took of my boxershorts I was totally naked. I hoped that nobody would pass on the countryroad behind me to see me standing totally naked before this Iron Gate.
"On your knees, hands behind your head and wait." The voice was soft, but not very polite, I thought. I hoped it would not take long, how could I explain my position to an innocent passer-by? After a few minutes I heard an electric sound and then the gate opened slowly. "Enter the gate and walk the road, you are expected", said the voice. As I walked through the gate it began to close. Then a cloud covered the sun and a chill wind made me shiver. I walked the road into the Forrest, naked, scared and with expectation. I was going to meet the man that might become my Master. I was naked and had never seen Him; he would wait for me in his house knowing me already, because he saw me on his monitor and because I send him some pictures. Suddenly I realized that all there was left of me, was a naked boy, leaving everything behind. All I had to offer the Master was my naked body and my services as a slave. I hoped it would be enough, but I felt a great relief and happiness come over me as I walked the road to my enslavement.
The road bend rightwards into the Forrest and I walked in the middle of it, deeper and deeper into the beautiful thick Forrest. Then I heard a horse coming towards me, the sound of the galloping hoofs was very clear in the silence of the Forrest. Automatically I stepped aside the road and waited for the horse to come. Then I saw it, a beautiful black stallion, with long black manes and a proud head. The rider of the horse saw me standing aside and stopped the horse. "On your knees slave!" he shouted and he got of the horse with an elegant swing. Like the horse he was dressed in black leather and long shining black boots. His hands were covered with elegant leather gloves and in his left hand he had a short riding whip. I got on my knees and put my hands behind my head as I waited for the things to come.
The black rider came towards me and inspected me. "Nice, nice" he murmured "nice young flesh." And he patted me with the riding whip while he slowly walked around me. "Slave, remember, a slave that is in the neighborhood of human beings shall present itself on its knees and its hands in its neck."
I felt something cold on my wrists and heard the click of handcuffs. Then a thin chain was put around my neck and without further notice the rider stepped on the horse. A fierce pull on the chain made me stand up and with my hands cuffed behind my head I was forced to run behind the trotting horse.
It wasn't difficult to keep up with the horse, but I wondered how far we had to go. I began to feel my feet, I wasn't used to walk on bare feet, and was afraid that the rider would go into a gallop. Then the Forrest became thinner and suddenly we where out of it. A beautiful green valley lay ahead of us. In the distance I saw a large house surrounded with gardens and trees. The sun was shining and behind the house I saw water reflecting the sun. The rider slowed his horse and we left the road to the right, where I saw a large farm with stables, paddocks with horses and other animals, and a few cars. There where people working, but nobody seemed to notice us, a black rider with a naked chained slave behind his horse. We stepped to the end of the large barn and finally the rider got of its horse. A boy took the horse, ignoring me totally, and the rider took me in. We came through a large sliding door into the barn. I smelled horses and hay and we walked through a lane with stables on both sides. Finally we came to the last stable and the rider opened the door. "This is your cage, slave, enjoy it." He took the handcuffs of my hands and took the chain of my neck. He stepped outside and closed the door. He looked through the bars and said: "you will stay here until the Master wants to see you, until then you will be prepared and trained." Remember, you are lower than the dogs, so show respect to everyone, even to the dogs!" and with a grin on his face he disappeared, leaving me behind in the cage.
The cage was 2 meters wide and 2 meters deep with a concrete floor covered with a thick layer of straw. There where bars all around it and before the little window. The door was closed securely and there was no way out. I saw a bucket full of water on the floor and that was it. I heard the horses in the stables and the men working outside, but the silence in my own cage seemed to become more intense. I was slightly disappointed about the absence of the Master, but I felt also very proud that the Master appeared to be very rich and powerful. He had chosen me. I wondered why, as I sat down on the straw. With my back against the wall I tried to rest and waited for things to happen.
I woke up from a strange noise, the wide doors of the barn opened and a cold breeze from outside chilled the air in the stable. I saw that it was still dark outside, but with the expectation of the early morning light. I heard the noise of buckets clattering together and the noise of water filling them. I got on my feet and tried to see who was making this noise. Then I saw him, a young boy, about 18 years old. He was almost totally naked, a tiny little loincloth hiding his genitals. He had a beautiful tan and a nice muscled young body. Then I saw the collar round his neck and realized that this was also a slave. He whistled softly between his teeth and began feeding the horses. He seemed not to notice me.
At last he arrived at my cage. He looked at me with sparkling brown eyes and said: "put your hands between the bars boy!" The tone of his voice was proud.
I realized that I was the lowest in rank under him and did what he said. He took a pair of handcuffs from a little hook and put them around my wrists.
"On your knees boy!" he said, and again I obeyed.
When I sat on my knees, my hands cuffed between the bars of my stable, I was no longer hazardous, so the boy opened the door and came into the stable. I noticed he was also barefoot.
"So, you're the new toy of the Master." He looked curiously and examined my body from my head down to my toes. Without any shame he forced his leg between my legs and made me spread my thighs.
"Nice ass." He said and suddenly he took my dick and balls in his hand. I felt how my dick reacted and hardened, the boy treated me as if I was an object, an animal, bought by his boss.
"Wow" the boy said, "Nice big hard penis you got!"
He grinned as he pulled at my balls and then let them go. Then he turned to my stable: "You kept it nice and clean, boy." He reached outside for one of his buckets and filled a stainless steel manger with something that looked like porridge. He put the manger on the floor before me. "Eat." He said and stepped back to watch me. With my hands still cuffed I was forced to eat like a dog, my mouth in the manger, my tongue licking the cold porridge. The boy laughed. "Do you like it? Better get used to it, this is all you get until you get out of your cage." I was hungry, so I licked the manger until it was shining clean. The boy took it with a smile and patted me on the back. "I kinde like yer" he said laughing, and disappeared through the door. He shut the door and I heard the click of the lock. Then he unlocked the handcuffs and walked away. "Adios amigo, have fun today" he shouted and away he was.
I rubbed my wrists, there were red strains on them from the handcuffs. I felt embarrassed and wondered how many boys had been here before me. Was I just a prisoner, how about my enslavement, where was the Master?
To be continued...