I had always liked wearing whitey tighties--the skin tight white briefs. As a kid, I would wear them around the house, but even after puberty when other boys had moved on to boxers, I kept my whitey tighties. I liked the skin-tight fit and how they accentuated my young tight ass. I even liked how other boys would poke fun at me in the locker room for wearing them. They would slap my ass and give me wedgies, not knowing how I would go home and masturbate thinking about them dominating me.
I lived in a fairly rural area in middle America, and I had known from a fairly young age that I was gay. Although I read stories online and watched porn (thankfully without getting caught), I didn't have the same sexual experiences that my straight peers did. While they were trying to get with girls, I was diving deeper and deeper into the BDSM world online. My favorite videos and stories featured guys stripped and slapped around, then fucked in both the mouth and ass before being covered in cum and piss. I could even cum without touching myself when I found a good story or video. I knew that once I passed the age of consent that I wanted to have as much crazy gay sex as I could find through hookup apps and sites.
On my birthday, I downloaded an app and made my profile. I made my display name "whitey tighties" and made my profile picture a shot of my body in just the underwear. After entering all my physical information, it came time to enter a bio. I thought about it for a while and typed "young guy who likes wearing just his underwear and being dominated and humiliated". My heart raced. I saved the profile and shut my phone off.
When I opened up the profile later that evening while laying in bed (in just my underwear, of course), I was met with disappointment. I had a couple messages, but they were from a couple older guys, one of whom was hairy and obese. I had thought that it would be hot to be dominated by an older man, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that yet. Just as I was about to close the app again, I saw a notification for a new message in the bottom corner. I opened the chat box.
BoyMaster: Hi, boy.
My small cock immediately hardened. I opened his profile and saw an average-looking man in good shape. He was 34 and had "Master seeks boys to humiliate and train. Preference for boys who like to be kept hairless and naked." in his bio. I knew I had to message him back. My fingers trembled as I typed my response.
whitey tighties: Hello, sir.
As I awaited his response, I looked at his photo more closely. He wore a open leather shirt and I could see what looked like a dungeon in the back. I pulled off my underwear and started touching myself, thinking about him taking control of my body. Another chat notification popped up.
BoyMaster: Good of you to call me "Sir" right off the bat. I'll have to punish you for not capitalizing it though. Send me a picture of your naked body so I can see what I'll be working with.
I hopped out of my bed, turned on the lamp, and took a picture in my full-length mirror. I looked down at my phone and saw my body: smooth, fairly tan, and fairly toned. I ran, swam, and did short at-home workouts, and those workouts had paid off as much as they could. My pecs protruded slightly from by body, accentuated at the lower edge by my always hard but sensitive nipples. My flat stomach, which I kept hairless, led down to my cock. At two inches when soft and four inches when hard, I knew I was smaller than other guys my age, but it felt right to me that a submissive like myself deserved a smaller cock. After realizing I had stared at my own picture for a few minutes, I sent it off to BoyMaster.
BoyMaster: Looking good, boy. Let's see another one of you in those underwear you like.
I put my underwear back on, took another photo, and sent it to him.
BoyMaster: Good. I like what I see. Have you ever been with a man before?
whitey tighties: No, Sir. I just reached the legal age. I have watched a lot of porn and read a lot of stories though.
BoyMaster: Oh? What do you like from those?
whitey tighties: I like when the guys are stripped to their underwear and paraded in public, then stripped naked and used.
BoyMaster: I think I can work with that. Check back tomorrow and we'll talk more.
I wasn't sure what that meant or how I felt, but my cock took over and I quickly responded, "Yes, Sir." I closed the app and turned off my phone, then turned off the lamp and crawled into bed. My cock was still hard in my underwear, and I decided I needed to take care of it before falling asleep. I reached down and started rubbing my cock, thinking about my new master and wondering how he would use and humiliate me. Sooner than I had thought, I was on the edge of orgasm. I sped up and quickly blew my load into my underwear.
The orgasm felt better than ones I had after watching an hour of porn while edging myself the entire time. My cock deflated slightly after cumming, and I swapped my cum-filled underwear for a new pair. I hid the soiled pair under my bed to wash out later. I slid back into my bed, wondering what lay ahead with my new master as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning earlier than usual. It was a Saturday, and my parents were out of town for the weekend, so I had the house to myself. I lounged around in my whitey tighties, eating cereal, drinking some tea, and watching mindless television. Intermittently, I checked my phone, hoping to see a message from my new Master, but nothing came in. I decided to distract myself and started to clean my room and do some homework. Around dinner time, I checked my phone again. A message from my new Master had arrived.
BoyMaster: Send me your location, boy.
I was slightly scared to send my location to a man I had never met, but my now-hard cock acted quicker than my brain. I sent him my location.
BoyMaster: Meet me outside your home one hour after nightfall. Wear only your underwear, some sneakers, and the oldest paid of gym shorts you have. I will pick you up in my truck. And shave your cock, balls, and ass clean.
Whitey Tighties: Yes, Sir.
My cock immediately leaked precum into my underwear. It was a couple hours until nightfall, so I hopped in the shower, shaved my chest and genitals, and cleaned myself. After I got out of the shower, I laid on my bed naked and wondered how my Master would use me. I wondered if I should leave a note in case anything happened, but I realized I didn't even know my Master's name or information. My cock grew even more excited about serving this man I knew as nothing other than Master.
Nightfall arrived and I got dressed as my Master instructed. One hour after sundown, I went outside, locking my house door and leaving my keys hidden by a planter on the porch. It was fairly warm and fairly dark, with only the occasional incandescent streetlight along the road and the half moon in the sky. My house was along a fairly quiet road and backed up to a small wooded area. You could see the neighbor's houses, but just barely. On the other side of the wooded area was an even quieter farm road. To anyone who saw me, it might have looked like I was preparing for a night run around the neighborhood. Instead of running, however, I stood outside, opened the hookup app, and waited for something from my Master.
A truck turned around the corner at the end of the street. I didn't recognize it, but I wasn't sure whether it was my Master's or someone else's. I put my phone away and waited for it to approach, but it quickly drove by me, turning at the other end of the street. I wasn't able to see who was driving, but I assumed it wasn't my Master. As the minutes ticked on, I debated going back inside. I checked my phone once more just to see if my Master had sent anything.
BoyMaster: I see you've followed my directions, boy. If you're serious about serving me, stay outside. I'll be coming back around in one minute.
It was he who drove by. My cock hardened and my feet remained planted where I was. The truck reappeared at the end of the street and drove slowly toward me. As it approached, the passenger side window rolled down.
"Drop the shorts and get in. Leave your phone," a voice coming from the truck said.
I put my phone into my shorts pocket, grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them to the ground, stepping out of them and toward the door. Just before I reached the door, the truck inched forward. I walked closer, and the truck moved again. This continued until we were right under a streetlight, about fifty feet from where I had left my shorts and phone. The truck stopped and I heard the doors click to be unlocked. I grabbed the handle, opened the door, and climbed in.
"Say 'Hello' to your Master, boy," his voice boomed.
"Hello, Sir," I said, timidly.
"Good boy," he said, as he began to drive away from my house, my shorts, and my phone.
As we turned the corner, he kept driving. One hand reached over and felt my sensitive nipples, then moved down to my underwear. He felt my cock and balls and then reached inside and began stroking. I shuddered at his touch and moaned slightly.
"You moan like a bitch, boy," he stated as fact, "but this isn't about me pleasing you. This is about you serving me. Lean over here and suck my cock."
I leaned over, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was about eight inches long and surrounded by trimmed black hair. His cock had a strong, powerful, manly smell. I gently started to wrap my lips around it and suck. When he pulled to a stop at a traffic light, he placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed me further onto his cock. I almost choked, and my own cock hardened at the dominating action.
"When I say 'suck my cock,' I mean you to suck my entire cock," he instructed.
"Yes, Sir," I confirmed in a muffled voice while his cock was still in my mouth.
As we continued driving and I continued sucking my Master's cock, I lost track of where we were. After what felt like fifteen minutes, Master pulled the truck to the side of the road and stopped. He pushed my head off his cock and got out, walking over to my side of the cab and opening the door.
"Get out," he instructed. I jumped out of the car, my hard cock bouncing as my feet hit the dirt.
"Take off your underwear and give them to me," he demanded.
I slid my underwear down my legs, my hard cock popping up once freed. One foot at a time, I removed my underwear over my sneakers and handed them to my Master. He grabbed them and threw them on the ground several feet away. Before I had the change to react, he grabbed my shoulders, pushed me to the ground, and started fucking my face. He grunted each time his cock thrust into my throat, but I enjoyed his domination of my mouth. I was nothing more than a warm mouth for my Master to fuck, not even worthy of clothes.
His speed increased and I knew he was nearing orgasm. Suddenly, his cock left my mouth. He grunted loudly and came all over my face, spraying his seed from my hair to my chest. As I started to reach up to wipe off his cum, he grabbed my hand and stopped me.
He spoke, sternly. "If you are going to be my boy, you are going to respect the gifts I give you. Wear my cum like a badge of honor. You have the honor of serving me."
"Yes, Sir," I replied, my cock leaking precum that dripped down to the ground where I was kneeling.
"Stay there, boy," he ordered, as he walked back to the car, got in, and turned it on. I started to wonder if he would leave me there, disoriented and covered in his cum, to walk home in just my underwear.
"Come here, boy," he called. I got up and walked to the door of the truck, still naked and covered in cum. I glanced toward where I thought my underwear had landed, and my Master began to speak.
"You've serviced me well tonight, boy. Now you have a choice:
"Option 1: You grab your underwear, put them on, and get back in the car. I will drive you home and drop you off. But you will never see me again.
"Option 2: You grab your underwear, but do not put them on. Stand outside the car and stroke yourself to completion. I'm sure it won't take too long, judging by how hard your little cock is. Cum into your underwear, and hand them to me as a symbol of your subservience. Your house is through the woods behind you, and you will walk home naked. I will message you when I am ready to continue your training."
I quickly pondered my options as I walked over to where my underwear were. They had landed in a small patch of mud, but were mostly clean. As I walked back toward the car, my cock made its decision. I put my underwear in my left hand and started strocking my cock with my right hand. My cock had taken over and it wanted me to serve this man. After no more than ten strokes, I came into my whitey tighties with the strongest orgasm I had ever had. Before my euphoria wore off, I handed them through the window to my Master.
"Good choice, boy. Enjoy the walk home, and check your phone daily," he said as he drove off.
I stood in the dust cloud from his truck, wondering what I had just committed to.
Slightly scared of being caught naked, I started the walk through the woods toward my house. I tried to keep walking in a straight line, as I knew the woods weren't too deep. Despite walking naked in the darkness, I was able to make it through with only minor scratches from small branches. I emerged just down the street from my house, near the streetlight where I had been picked up. I looked both ways to check for any cars, and seeing none, ran toward the front of my house where I had left my shorts and phone.
As I bent down to pick up my belongings, headlights appeared at the end of the road, moving quickly. I snatched up my shorts and phone and sprinted toward my front door. I reached the door just as the truck drove by, and I thought I heard the snap of a camera. By the time I turned around, the truck was gone. I hurridly grabbed my keys and let myself into the house. Kicking off my sneakers, I went up to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw my Master's cum dried in my hair and on my face and chest. I contemplated washing it off, but I thought about what my Master said.
I smiled, and continued to wear my Master's cum as a badge of honor. Tired from the sexual excitement and walk home through the forest naked, I collapsed on the covers of my bed and fell asleep, covered in my Master's dried cum and dreaming only of serving my Master again in the future.
Thank you for reading this story. It is based partly in real events, and I hope to write more in the future. Any and all feedback is welcome at naked.gay.slave@mail.com.