Dominant Wives, Dominant Stories! #2-304920398

Jason, my best friend who lives next door, and I had been bacheloring it at my house while my parents were away for a couple months in London where my mom was assigned for a project. It was great not having someone watching us every minute. Our parents pretty much trusted us about as much as anyone can trust teenage boys. As long as we kept up our straight A grades and sports, we were pretty much on our own. We could only have two other guys over and no girls unless we made special arrangements with Jason’s parents. The Doorbell rang and Jason got it.

�Hi Tyler, Hi Pete. Glad you could come over and hang out.�

�What are you up to?�

�Not much, just watching Fox News. Something about the crackdown on juvenile crime because of the get-tough decisions by the new Supreme Court justices appointed by President Palin. They say that juvenile crime is down 80% in areas where the new sentencing laws are in place.�

�Boring. Let’s talk about something important, like what’s for dinner!�

Part of the deal had been that Jason and I would keep the place in order, plan our meals, go shopping, and cook. We sort of liked it and most meals we made were pretty good. �We were thinking, Mexican, tacos, enchiladas, corn chips, salsa. Can you give us a lift to Shop and Save?�

Tyler agreed, �OK, but you guys will have to crouch down so nobody can see you. As a new driver, I can only have one other teen in my car.�

Tyler parked, got out of the car, looked around and gave us a signal and we piled out of the car. We got a cart and pushed it toward the ethnic food section. Tyler and Pete started throwing soft drinks and candy into the cart. Jason explained that we were on a budget and what we saved we could spend on video games and other fun things so they put that stuff back. We got the food then Pete saw a bottle of margarita mix and held it up. Tyler laughed and said �We need something else if we buy that!� He looked at me and the hoodie I was wearing and smiled, �Just possible! I dare you to swipe a pint of tequila!�

I thought about it, I knew you should never accept a dare to do something illegal but the worst that would happen is they would stop me at the checkout and the manager would warn me not to do it again. Jason and I were pretty good customers..�OK, you’re on. If I do it you will be my slave tonight!�

Tyler looked a little worried and gulped, �Yeah, sure.�

I grabbed the bag of corn chips as I needed something to pay for at the checkout so it would look normal. I felt scared and excited as I wandered down the liquor aisle. I couldn’t see anyone watching and saw the pints of tequilla. I could still back out but I knew I couldn’t and still face my friends. I slowly grabbed a pint, read the label, checked the price and put it back. I quickly grabbed another, stuffed it inside my jeans in the crotch of my briefs. My loose hoodie covered any trace of the bottle. I slowly grabbed another pint in case someone was looking, studied the label, shook my head and put it back. I went into produce and got a few avocados, all the while feeling the bottle of tequila pressing cold against my cock.

I waited in line while Barb a girl I knew from math class checked out the customers ahead of me. As she rang up the corn chips and avocados she said, �Hi Ken, how are you and Jason doing living on your own?�

�Pretty good, tonight we’re having a Mexican dinner.�

Looking back I know she was trying to help me when she looked me directly in the eye and said,. �Is that all? Is there anything else you want to check out?�

I was excited by my task and wasn’t thinking clearly, �No that’s it.� and gave her the money.

Trying to look calm, I slowly headed to the door and walked out of the store.

Busted

Suddenly a police car skidded to a stop in front of me, lights flashing but no siren, and a tall female officer jumped out. �Stop right there kid. Don’t move! Hands on your head!�

�What the fuck, I didn’t do anything!�

�Don’t give me no lip. And address me as Ma’am if you know what’s good for you.�

I decided to play it cool, �I just went here to get some corn chips and I have the receipt here.�

A muscular male cop came around the car to face me, �Tell it to the judge, Stand by the car, put your hands on the roof of the car!�

�We can work this out. Let’s talk! Yeooww!� The cop had pinched a pressure point on my shoulder and pain shot through my body. �Yes, Sir anything you say!� and I put my hands on the roof of the car.

�One at a time move your feet back!� I was now leaning against the car in a very unstable position. �What’s your name kid?�

�Ken Foster, SIr!�

�Where do you live and don’t lie cause we will check your ID at the station!�

�1242 Westwood Drive, SIr!�

�Ever been arrested before?�

�No Sir. Wh-wh-what is going to happen to me?�

�We are going to frisk you, that’s why you are standing like that leaning on the car. While the officer searches you, his foot will be in front of your foot and if you do anything funny he will pull your foot out and you will fall flat on your face. You’ll be handcuffed, taken to the station and booked then placed in a holding cell until your parent’s take you home or you see the judge in the morning. Understand?

�Yes, Sir.�

�Marge, your turn.�

A crowd had formed around the car, I recognized a couple of my parents’ friends who were whispering together and my English teacher. Some kids from school were watching so everybody at school would know as soon as they sent their tweets. Jason and Tyler were hanging at the back of the crowd looking worried.

�Hey you can’t frisk me, I’m a guy!� She found the same pressure point �Oowwww!�

�You bet I can buster! I doubt if you have anything big enough to make a fuss about. And it’s Officer Marge, Ma’am!�

She put on rubber gloves, rubbed up my legs, down my arms, probed my armpits, pinched my nips hard as she patted down my body. I could tell she enjoyed teasing me and knew how to do it so only she and I knew what was happening. She felt my ass and ass crack then to my crotch, She pinched my balls, then stopped. �I heard of a guys getting hard but this is really something!� I squirmed while she reached in and pulled out the pint of tequila. the crowd roared with laughter. She studied the bottle and looked at the smudges my cock had made on the bottle. �Oh,shit Mike! We are going to have to cockprint this kid when we get to the station and you know how much the Sergeant hates doing that!�

�What is cockprinting, Ma’am� I asked tentatively.

�It is sort of like fingerprinting but for your cock. They get it hard then rub it on an ink pad, then rub it on paper to make an impression. �

�Yea, Kid. We have do do it when a case involves marks left by the suspect’s cock.� added Mike.

This was getting bad, so now a grisly old desk sergeant was going to be fooling around with my cock. I was scared.

I felt her groping around my crotch. �I found something else!� I felt a tug on my cock. �I think he is trying to smuggle out a sausage link!� She gave it a twist and a hard yank.

�Let go of my cock! It hurts like hell! - Ma’am!� The crowd was enjoying the show and called out jeers to me.

�Sorry, my bad. But it was so small I didn’t think it could be yours!� The crowd roared with laughter at my humiliation, I wanted to protest that I am pretty well hung for a guy my age but knew that would only make things worse.

She clipped a cold steel handcuff on my right wrist then ordered me to stand up. She pulled my other arm behind my back and handcuffed my arms behind my back. She clicked them real tight so they bit into my skin painfully. I tested them and knew I was now helpless and at the whim of these cops. She guided my head as she put me in the back seat. There were no handles so I could not open the doors and a wire security screen divided the front seat to protect the cops from an attack. They took off with lights flashing and siren screaming. Under any other circumstances I would have enjoyed my ride in a police car weaving through traffic and stop lights. They parked behind the station and led me up the stairs. We waited in line before a grey haired cop on a raised platform. I guess this was the sergeant who would do the cockprint on me. There were a couple of cops ahead of us. One had three guys who were dressed like gangbangers. The guy in from of me looked like a regular kid and was so scared he was trembling. I gave him a wink of encouragement. The line moved slowly but at last it was my turn...

Booked

Booking the gang members went fast, they knew the procedure well. The trembling dude took forever, he did everything wrong and the cops were getting pissed at him. I stepped up to a table and a young cop warned me not to cause any trouble when they took my handcuffs off cause there were plenty of cops around. I grunted. "OK, Sir." After Marge took off the handcuffs I rubbed my sore wrists. The cop put a box on the table and ordered me to empty my pockets and put everything in the box. Then he had me take off my belt and put it into the box. He looked me straight in the eye and asked if I had anything else. I shook my head "no". He checked my ID and began filling out a form. He told me I had been arrested for shoplifting. He asked about my arrest record and I told him this was the first time. He had me stand against a blank wall and hung a sign with my name, crime, and other info around my neck. He took front and side pictures. He had me put my hands on a table, took each finger and inked it on a stamp pad then rolled the finger on the correct square on the finger print form. He gave me a paper towel to wipe off my finger. Most of the black ink came off but the tips still were pretty black.

He said I could make a call to my parents and they could come and pick me up. I asked about calling Mr. Johnson, Jason's father, who was checking on me while my parents were away. The cop said only parents or legal guardians could be called, anything else would have to wait until I saw the judge in the morning. I gave him my father's cell phone number and he called it, he left a message on the voice mail. "Sorry kid, since we couldn't get hold of your parents, we are going to have to lock you up. Mike, Marge, we are very busy tonight, take this kid into the room and do a search."

"Did the sergeant tell about us needing the special finger printing kit?" asked Marge.

The cop hesitated then said, "Oh yeah. He said he will bring it in himself."

Mike looked pissed but Marge looked like she was enjoying this,"OK kid just follow the yellow line on the floor and we'll be right behind you."

I followed the line to the center of an almost bare room. There was a sturdy table with a package of rubber gloves, tube of something greasy, a penlight flashlight, a phone, and that was about it. There was a wire basket on the floor. I felt a blast of cold air blowing down from a vent directly over my head. I was relieved to spot the surveillance camera in front of me, I was a little suspicious of Marge since she had frisked me.

"Marge followed my eyes, "Yeah the surveillance camera keeps us on the up and up. To bad it breaks down so often like tonight. She smiled, "I sure like unwrapping packages don't you?"

"Not if I am the package, Ma'am!"

"You're cute, you remind me of the first boy I really got to know. His name was Todd and he would 'unwrap' himself for me one item at a time as I told him to. When he was not taking anything off, he had to stand absolutely still. If he stayed absolutely still he got a reward at the end if he didn't he got nothing. I would touch, kiss, and tease him while he tried not to move. I don't think Mike would approve of that so I guess I will just look. Take off your right shoe, Prisoner!"

Calling me "Prisnoner" really turned me on and I really wanted to play the game with her. "Yes, Ma'am!" and I removed the shoe, tossed it into the basket, stood up straight and waited for her next command. I waited then she said sock and I removed the sock and tossed it into the basket. I stared at her face, stern, tough, but almost pretty. My barefoot on the cold floor felt good in a sexy way. I could see her looking at it and that started my cock swelling.

The next shoe, then she commanded, "Hands on your head, Prisoner, when you aren't striping!" I obeyed her but without my belt, my jeans were slipping down bit by bit. The only thing holding them up was my swelling cock. Now the sock, as I bent down to pull it off, my jeans fell to my knees and my boner tented my white briefs. Mike laughed out loud at my predicament. "Little eager on those jeans, Prisoner!"

"I can pull them up, Ma'am."

"No let's just see what happens." I waited a long time while my jeans slowly sank to around my bare feet. "Take off the hoodie, boy!"' I took of my hoodie and tossed it into the basket. I felt the blast of cold air on my naked skin, some cop had found a subtle way to torment teens being strip searched. "Pretty good body, Ken. How do you keep in shape?"

"Mostly swimming and track. I am on the teams at school. "

"Now the jeans!" I step out of my jeans and throw them in the basket. She waited a while, "OK, let's see what you got. Take off those briefs!" I pulled off my briefs, stood back up, completely naked, shivering under the cold air, and with a raging throbbing boner. "My apologies for calling that a little sausage, it is quite respectable. That is a great all over tan!"

"Thanks, we have a pool enclosed with a fence to keep it private. I spend a lot of time there studying for the college entrance tests. Usually nude."

They keep me standing shivering there like forever, the phone rings and Marge answers, "OK Sarge, yeah he might have taken something else that he's hiding. Don't worry, we'll check." She hangs up, "We have to do a full search on you, we don't want you sneaking anything into the holding cell."

She grabs my head and runs her hands through my hair. I like the feel of that and I think she does too. I start to drip pre-cum from the tip of my cock. Mike hands her the penlight and she checks my ears then forces my head up so she can look into my nasal passages. She has me open my mouth and "accidentally" rubs her tits against my naked chest as she is looking inside my mouth. "Hey Mike, he doesn't want to help so I guess I have t do the next bit myself." She grabs my cock then feels around my balls with her other hand to see if I have anything taped there. I struggled to stand still with my hands on my head. I wanted so much to cum. Now I knew what her first boyfriend suffered to get his reward. She stretched the skin of my cock back to search in the folds of the foreskin then looked ito the hole to see if I had anything there. She sensed my abs tightening and pinched the tip of my cock to stop me.

Mike told me, bend over and spread your cheeks. I grabbed my ass and displayed my asshole to him. I stayed bent over for a minute or so while he looked. He used the penlight to try to spot something then called Marge over. I knew what her answer would be, "Looks like there might be something in there, I'll check. Bend over, put your hands on the floor and stay there!" I waited bent over hands flat on the floor, ass exposed as she put on rubber gloves and smeared one with the lube. "Relax kid, you'd have to pay a hooker a c-note for this!" I tried to relax as she inserted a finger, then kept probing. "You are luck it's me and not Mike. His hands are real big. Just relax we will do this slow and easy." The feeling increase as she inserted two finger inside me.

"God, that hurts! Take it easy Ma'am. Go slow I'll try to relax." She slowed down and I started to like the feeling I felt when she began moving her fingers around.

"Hey Mike, I feel something hard here. About the size of a walnut." I felt her feeling me, I heard about massaging the prostate and now it was happening to me. "Hold still I got to find out what this is." I began to breath hard and curl my toes against the cold concrete floor, I moaned softly as the probing continued, I struggled against the tightening urge inside me as long as I could, suddenly I shot load after load of cum on the floor, it was the best wad I ever shot. "Oops, I guess that was just your prostate, Sorry, He's clean Mike." and I felt her slowly pull her fin gers out of my ass.

"No need to be sorry, Ma'am. That was the best ever for me!"

I stood back up but my ass hurt like hell. They talked on the phone, "OK Sarge. We'll take him to holding. Yea you'll check with the prosecutor to see if they need a cockprint and do it first thing in the morning." Shit, still that cockprint hanging over me. Mike pulled out my shoe laces, took my socks, then had me get dressed. He told to Follow the blue line. I followed the blue line in a stiff legged shuffle, my ass hurt like hell but I kept thinking of the great orgasm Officer Marge had given me. They had me stop at a cell door with a small viewport in the center and they unlocked and opened the metal door. I could see the trembling guy talking to the gang members, must be hot in that cell, he was striped down to his boxers. There were a couple other guys I hadn't seen before. The dirty cell smelled of sweaty testosterone overloaded teen males and urine. The cops shoved me into the crowded cell. I heard the solid metal door clank and lock behind me..........

Locked Up

The gang leader gave me a high five. "Call me Ricco, from the way you are walking, I can guess that Office Marge gave you the full treatment. I got it too. It's sort of a compliment. She only gives the dudes she thinks are real cute the full treatment. She can do a cavity search on me anytime. It felt soooo good!" He points to the other guys in the cell. "This is Jose and Pedro my right hand men. We got busted on a drug count, What you in for?"

"Call me Ken, Shop lifting, tequila. Probably not much to you but this is my first time in jail."

"Yeah I know. It's tough on rich white kids. You're all sort of spoiled and not used to being made to do things. Say hi to Rodney"

I nod to the trembling guy, "Hi Rodney, How's it going?"

"Not so good, but I guess I'll survive." He goes to the corner, kneels down with a frightened look on his face. Pedro stands in front of Rodney and drops his pants. He grabs hold of Rodney's long hair and pulls the kid's head to his cock. He twists the hair. "Open up slut and take it all in!" I hear unmistakable sucking sounds as Rodney settles into being forced to serve his cell-mates.

"Yeah, Rodney is learning what it is like to be forced to do things. He is sort of weak so it is not too much fun cause he doesn't fight back. Too bad Office Marge cleaned you out otherwise I'd have him service you too to show my heart's in the right place." He thinks laughs, "I have to think about that. It would probably take a real long time for him to get you hard and make you cum. Maybe with the right penalty to encourage both of you if you don't cum it would be fun to watch." I made a move for Ricco but Jose grabbed me from behind. "Take it easy, buddy. I like your fight but you got to be smart and pick fights you can win! He pointed to the last guy, this is Bill, he is in for vandalism, was on the wrestling team. A white kid but not rich like you. I sorta like his spunk."

"Hi Bill, maybe we should stick together, better for both of us."

"Yeah maybe we should but Ricco isn't that bad. " He sees pedro pulling up his pants. "Looks like it's my turn with Rodney and I don't want to miss it. " Bill moves in front of Rodney, drops his pants, sucking sounds, and ecstatic moaning sounds from Bill as Rodney sucks him harder and faster.

"See, Ken, a good leader keeps his guys happy! Just so you know, that saliva sample they took in booking was to test for sexual diseases. They put guys with Aids and such in a special cell. All us guys were clean, so no worries, buddy."

"No worries for you is a big worry for me! My ass is virgin!"

Ricco laughed, "That is something you never admit in juvie or you're in for it!"

I could hear Bill moaning and see his hips moving faster finally finishing off with powerful spasms. "Hey, that was good, Rodney! Thanks!"

Ricco pointed to the corner, "Ken, let's see how good Rodney is. See if he can make you cum after Officer Marge's full treatment! I'll give him 45 minutes, if you don't cum in that time he has to fuck you in the ass or else he gets fucked by Pedro. Stand up there, boy and get your cock out or do I have to do it for you?"

I looked around, no help from Bill or anyone else, I didn't have any choice so I stepped in front of the frightened guy kneeling in the corner with dried cum covering his face, dropped my jeans and briefs, took hold of Rodney's long hair and pulled his face to my soft cock. "OK Rodney, do your magic with your mouth and save our asses!"

"I-I-I don't know, M-M-Maybe I would like fucking your ass!" I twist his hair. "Ouch! That hurts!"

"It'll hurt more if you don't start sucking. " I liked being rough with him, he was so timid. It turned me on a bit and he really was a good cock sucker although I only had it done a couple of times when I was pretty drunk so I was not an expert. It felt good, it started to feel real good, started to be more intense than I could stand. I pulled away.

Ricco grabbed my arms and held me in front of Rodney so I couldn't move. Now I was helpless as Rodney sucked and the intense feelings grew and grew. "Always here to help a buddy!" Ricco laughed. It was sorta like edging but there just didn't seem to be anything inside me to release. I pulled Rodney's head closer and closer I had to cum but couldn't. I was getting hard, pushing my cock deep into his throat. Ricco was holding me tight, then started pinching my nips real hard. I pulled Rodney's hair harder. The three of us were sweating and breathing hard. Finally I felt the stirring, tightening in my abs and let out a spasam of cum deep into Rodney's throat. I pulled out and shot another spasm onto his face. Ricco let go and I pulled up my briefs and jeans and sat down on the floor exhausted.

"Are you satisfied now Ricco, I shot cum. Hope you enjoyed it!"

"Well I helped didn't I? My pinching your nips was what pushed you over the edge. See I'm your friend!"

Ricco was more right than he knew. I had a fantasy I would dream about since I was a kid. I would be thrown into a dark cold jail cell and forced by rough muscular guys to have gay sex while I was held helplessly struggling. That's what I thought about as Ricco held me and pinched my nips but this was my secret, I had to act brave. "Some friend. Just keep your paws off me!"

"OK let's see how tough you are kid. You and Bill will wrestle a match, the loser is held down and tormented until we all have had our kicks!"

I had messed around a bit wrestling, but doubted I could win but tried to bluff it out, "OK, 2 out of 3 falls OK?"

"No it will be strip wrestling. After every fall, the loser strips off something, both shoes count as one thing. The first guy to be naked is the loser! Pedro, Jose, Rodney, put the mattresses on the floor. Bill, Ken, take your stance."

I got up, patted Bill on the shoulder. "OK, let's put on a good match dude."

Bill rubbed my hair, "Good luck, you are going to need it." We took our positions on the mattresses and waited for Ricco to signal the start of the match. Ricco signaled and before I knew it I was on the bottom with Bill forcing me down with a leg hold while his hand slipped in my jeans and grabbed my balls and pulled.

I looked at Ricco, he said "Grabbing anything is OK in this match, let's see how much you can take!" Bill played with me enjoying giving me pain then finally he took pity and pinned me. I removed my shoes and threw them aside, I liked the feel of fighting barefoot. We started again, he started toying with me, grabbing my feet an tickling them. I played along and begged for mercy. I caught him off guard and got him in the ball crusher hold Kyle had taught me. It was a leg hold through his crotch and the bony part of my ankle pressed his balls tight. He cussed me and tried to break free but I held on and he submitted at last.

"OK now you are in trouble. How did you learn that hold?"

"My friend Kyle was on the team and would show me all the illegal holds the guys used when the ref wasn't watching. We practiced them when we messed around."

"You are the first rich kid I ever met who can fight. But you pissed me off so I am gonna get you fast!" This time Bill played it smart, used his skill and power and quickly pinned me. I stripped off my hoodie and threw it by my shoes. I noticed that the shoes were not my expensive Nikes but the broken down sandals Jose had been wearing. Nothing I could do about that.

The cell door opened. The cop who booked me called "Phone call for Ken Foster." I stood up barefoot, shirtless, covered with sweat. "What the hell have you been doing to this guy?"

Bill answered, "Sorry sir, we were just messing around wrestling. No problem. Let me get my stuff."

"Come as you are kid, your mommy's on the phone from London."

I followed the cop to the main room, every body stared at me shirtless and barefoot. He handed me a phone, "Hi Mom, sorry to cause you trouble but I got arrested and they will only let me get out if my parents come for me other wise I get sent to juvie until my trial."

To make matters worth the cop had my mom on a speaker phone so he and everybody in the room could hear everything, "Oh my poor baby, it must be a misunderstanding. My Kenny wouldn't do anything wrong. Are they taking good care of you. I heard awful stories about young guys taken advantage in jails." Everybody in the room started snickering when then they heard my mom talking to me like I was a baby.

"Actually mom, they got me pretty good taking some tequila from the grocery store. I need a lawyer or somebody to spring me into Jason's father's custody tomorrow morning or those awful stories you heard might come true in juvie."

"Oh dear, I'll call Tom Wilson, you know the police commissioner and have him give you a private cell. I don't want anything to happen to my sweet little baby."

I groaned from embarrassment and looking at the reaction of the cop at my mom talking about calling the commissioner. "Ah mom, take it easy. All I need is a lawyer tomorrow morning. Calling the commissioner could be big trouble for me."

"OK dear I'll call Vic Samson to go to court for you in the morning. How many other guys are in the cell with you?"

"Me and 5 other guys. It's sort of like a sleepover. We're having a great time." The cop almost broke out laughing at my lie.

"You know how I worry dear. If they're your friends you can invite them over anytime to use the pool. "

"Sure mom that would be great. Just call the lawyer. I find this is a great learning experience meeting guys from other social strata." The cop almost laughs again.

"Bye Kenny, don't stay up too late. I love you. Maybe they can give you a snack I know how hungry you get."

"I'll ask Officer Marge if she will give me a little treat. Bye Mom, love you". The cops laughed in the background. There were a lot of rumors going around about Marge's treats.

The cop leads me back to the cell, "You rich kids are the biggest bullshitters. You got your parents wrapped around your finger. I would whip your ass bloody if you were my kid."

The guard opens the cell door and I say, "Is that a promise, I just might like that. I heard some of you guys are into SM." He slams the cell door shut hard.

"Not very smart kid, never piss off a guard cause they got lots of ways to pay you back. Is you mommy coming to pick up her poor little baby in the limo? I forgot, she's in London, I guess you gotta stay here with us poor folk until you see the judge in the morning. OK let's get the match going a gain. Bill, Ken on the mat!"

Bill was now in control. I knew I had been lucky one time, now he just toyed with me. He got on top off me, held me down face up and started taking playful bites at my nips. We struggled and somehow I manged to get on to and couldn't believe when I pinned him. He stripped off his shirt and we began again. Like a lotta guys I get a boner when I wrestle. My coach says this is normal, the exertion and excitement, it doesn't mean I'm gay. Bare skin rubs against bare skins and I feel my boner growing. I get on top of him and tease him by licking his nips. I felt his cock growing. He bursts free gets me in a painful hold and I submit. I strip off my jeans and throw them on the pile, my boner tents out my briefs and the guys rag me. I noticed that my designer jeans are now on Ricco and his worn jeans are in the pile. Bill and I stood ready. Our boners made it obvious that both of us are enjoying this match. By a miracle or maybe Bill just wanted to make this match last so he can do one fall with me in my briefs and he in his boxers. Bill got me down, he was on top of me, face to face our hard cocks pressing together. "Don't look so scared Ken, it is normal a guy to get turned on by another guy if there are no girls available. So lets enjoy each other, we are the best thing that is available, you got a great body, it feels great!"

"Yeah, I guess that's right, but just cause it feels good wrestling with you, you still are going to have to work to win the match." I fought like hell, neither us were going to throw this, the penalty for the loser was too much. It seemed forever, covered with sweat, every muscle aching I struggled. Slowly I began to weaken, I weakened faster than Bill and at last he pinned me. I stood up, dropped my white briefs and threw them on the pile. Nobody was going to want my wet sweaty briefs even if they were an expensive designer brand. I stood up, now completely naked and waited for the tormenting to begin. I had to smile when I saw Rodney drop his briefs and pull on my sweat soaked briefs. You never know.

Bill yelled for the guys to shut up and listen, "Ricco, I have an idea that I think you'll like even better than tormenting our loser here......"

Every morning for the last couple years or so I woke up with a throbbing boner like most guys my age used to do.� My mom and dad are religious fanatics so I am careful not to get caught.� Although I sleep nude,� I managed to convince my parents that his was healthier and so pleased God, I keep my socks in bed with me, I told my parents sometimes my feet get cold at night.� That fateful morning, I was enjoying rubbing my cock, balls, nipples and any other place on my nude body that felt good.� I teased my body, almost to the point when I could cum then eased off to make the pleasure last longer.� In my excitement I didn't hear the alarm go off.� Suddenly I couldn't hold back any longer and started shooting over and over again.� It happened so fast, it happened before I could slip a sock over my cock to soak up my cum.� It really felt good to cum and I was really relaxed,� so relaxed I drifted off to sleep again.��

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I felt myself being shaken.� It was my mom yelling at me to get up or I would be late to school.� Suddenly she sees the wet spots on the sheet covering me.� "Tom, what are these? Did you do this? I heard that boys used to do things to themselves so they would ejaculate that's what I think you were doing.� Steve, come up here right now!� You've got to see what your son just did!"�� I hear my dad stomping up the stairs.� He strongly believed that "sparing the rod, spoils the child" and I feared what he would do when he saw the evidence.

Decision�

She showed my dad the wet spots on my sheet. �"Tom, stand up and face me." I jumped out of bed, he was mad and I didn't want to make it worse by delay. �I felt terrible standing stark naked in front of my dad and especially my mom since I now had a fully developed penis. �"Look me in the eye! Did you intentionally spill your seed which is an abomination to God?"

"Yes, Sir. �I was tempted by the devil and was weak and gave in. �I will pray for forgiveness." I mouthed well learned religious platitudes I hoped might work.

He slowly removed the wide leather belt he wore and slapped it gently on one hand as he lectured me on the awful sin I had done. �As he lectured I stared at the belt. �The truth is that I was not afraid of the beatings he gave me with that belt. �I looked forward to the beatings, they really turned me on. �Always before he had me turn around and drop my pants after his lecture so he never noticed my cock harden. �This time I was naked and facing him as my cock slowly rose into a rock hard boner. �His face turned red with anger, "You are a son of the devil and I will beat the devil out of you with this belt!"

"Steve, you saw what our son just did, �we have to call them to handle this. I understand that you want to drive the devil out of him but we must call so the experts can deal with him." my mother yelled.

�"You're right dear. �I lost control. �Stay with him so he doesn't destroy any evidence, they will want to test everything. �I'll call them up." �

He stomped down the stairs and I could hear him on the phone. �"Yes, he admitted doing it. �He doesn't lie to me. �You can be sure that he did it and isn't playing some trick on us. � There is a park across the street that you could use. �Okay 10 minutes. �All the evidence is untouched and will be waiting for you. �I don't care where you take him just get him away from here!" I heard the phone click as he hung up.

Undisclosed Location

As I waited with my mom I thought how isolated I felt these last couple of years. � I had tried to talk with my friends about my developing urges and the hard-ons I kept getting but it seemed to make them uncomfortable and they didn't want to talk about it. �Once at a Get-Dare game I suggested a dare of rubbing the cock of the guy on your left until he gets hard and cums. �They told me it was a stupid idea cause it wouldn't work and then decided to play video games instead. �The thump, thump, thump sound of helicopter blades brought me out of these depressing thoughts. It sounded like at least a couple. �

I heard my dad open the front door and say he's upstairs. �I heard a bunch of guys clomp up the stairs, they burst into my room completely covered in hazmat suits. �Big burly guys yelling orders like marine drill sergeants. �They put a metal evacuation stretcher on the floor and strapped my arms and legs down so I couldn't move, I just lay there naked with my boner pointing to the ceiling. �One tied a blindfold around my head, �"we are going to a top secret undisclosed location. �If you saw were it was you could never come back" he told me. � I heard one guy look at me and whisper to his buddy that it sure looks real. �By now I had figured it out, this was one of those scared straight deals where they take a guy away from his house, work the hell out of him for a couple month, and the kid's then to scared ever to touch drugs again. �I doubt if it would work with jerking off, the drive is pretty strong. � It seemed a little overboard to make this much out of a guy caught jerking off but the people at my parent's church are the kind that would think up such a stunt and a lot of them are ex-military so they probably would know someone who could fly a helicopter. While a few grabbed the sheets and pillows, the rest rushed me down the stairs, out the front door, across the street to the park, and secured the stretcher inside the black unmarked helicopter. �It roared into the air the second I was secured.

I felt a woman toy gently with my hair and speak into my ear above the sound of the engine, "Hi, I'm Vicki. How are you doing, Tom? Anything I can do to help?"�

"What's happening to me? Who are you? Where are we going?"

"Sorry, I can't help with that, this is all top secret. I meant, since you are tied down and helpless, I want to be sure you are OK. �It would be big trouble for us if anything happened to you. " I felt her soft hands check the circulation in my tied hands and feet.�

"I really have to pee. �I woke up and then things got sort of crazy and I never got a chance to pee and I'm bursting."

"Let's see what we can do." I hear her searching for something then felt� her hand on my cock. �She held the tip of my penis into something that felt maybe like a water bottle. �"OK, Big Boy, ready to go, let 'er rip!"

I let go and my stream flowed, "That's a relief, Thanks." �It felt odd having her hand on my penis but I liked the feeling a lot. �When I finally stopped she shook the last couple of drops off and let go as she put the bottle away.

"Are you a nurse?"

"Something like that, my job is to make sure you stay healthy and in good shape. �I think I might like this job a lot. �You remind me of my last boyfriend. �The same well defined body, strong but not over developed. �Probably play soccer or something like that which builds good strong balanced bodies. I liked exploring his smooth perfect skin." �

"Yeah, I play soccer and work out a little." She traced her hands slowly over my chest, abs, thighs. "Oh, keep going, it feels so good. �Rub my nipples, please."

"You're just like he used to be always eager, always wanting more."

"You're great, my balls then my cock too, please."

"Just like him, always pushing for more but always polite and with that shy irresistible smile. Your cock wakes up just like his used to do. �Just the right size, swollen, veins standing out and so eager. �Too bad I have to ease off, but can't risk you shooting your cum!" �She went back to rubbing my chest, abs, face, and hair. That felt plenty good enough, I forgot about what was happening to me, I just enjoyed the feeling of her hands. The sound of the engines softened, I felt the soft touch of her lips on mine, "We are about at the site. I've got to lay off or someone may come back here and see us. �Hang in there. �I'll do what I can to help."

I felt a little bump as the helicopter touched down. �The guys in the hazmat suit rush in, unfastened the stretcher, wrestled it out the door, and bounced it along first in the cold air, then inside air. �I heard our group echoing down long hallways, doors slamming shut behind us. �They stopped, set down the metal evacuation stretcher, and un-cuffed me. �A strong military voice commanded, "Stand up, Boy!" I stood up, stiff from being restrained. �"Don't slouch, stand up straight." �Air�conditioning blew coldly on my naked body. �My blindfold was removed, I blinked at the bright lights. �I was in a small round white room with some type of medical table in the middle. A pretty blonde woman dressed in a white uniform, probably mid to late twenties came into the room. Although there was no ID or other insignia on her uniform, I knew from her concerned expression that she was Vicki. I looked up into the lights, I didn't see the ceiling, I dimly saw crowded figures seated in several circles going up into the darkness and could hear excited whispering. �It was clear that helpless naked me was being exhibited to a whole bunch of people but had no idea why. Nervous, I started playing with my cock. �"Drop that cock, we'll have none of that, Boy, especially since there are women present. Have you no shame?" boomed the military voice.

I quickly put my hands on my sides and looked down at my bare feet, "Sorry, Sir. I'll be careful where I put my hands!".

"Stand straight and look at me when you speak, Boy", boomed the voice.

I straighten up doing my best to stand at attention, "Yes, Sir!" �Alone as a naked exhibit in this secret place, I certainly was scared but since I my mind was thinking about Vicki's hands rubbing my body on the helicopter, I doubt I ever would be scared straight. �

My cock hardened and rose to an upward slant as I fantasized about Vicki's hands rubbing all over my body. "Thanks for getting your cock hard, Tom. It makes it a lot easier to attach these electrodes" said Vicki as she attached one adhesive electrode to the shaft near my balls and stuck the other to the very tip of my penis. She affixed the wires dangling from a box with a controller held by the military guy.

I was disappointed that Vicki would be a part of this electroshock torture. You never can trust anyone, I thought. "I'm just a teenager, I like to feel myself and cum. That doesn't give you a right to torture me with electrical shocks. I'll show you, give it your best, I can take it!" I stiffened my attention pose as I waited for the painful jolt.

The military guy smiled a wicked smile. "Get ready, let's see how you like this! 5-4-3-2-1!" He pushed the button a screen lit up showing a guy messing with a girl. At the bottom of the screen was digital readout that kept kept changing. He laughed, "We weren't planning on torturing you with electrical shocks, at least for now although some of the more perverted in our audience might find that entertaining, but I like your attitude. This is a test to see what turns you on, what makes your cock get hard. This will be very useful to us later. Various porn scenes will be shown and the reaction of your cock measured. Gradually the computer will generate a special porn mix specially suited to your desires. Scenes of scat, piss, cross-dressing produced low numbers, guy on girl pretty high, girl on girl high, guy on guy high put a little less, femdom with girl forcing a tied up guy to have sex very high, a restrained guy being whipped very high. Gradually the screen settled into my personal porn show which made my cock get harder than it ever had before.

Vicki pulled the electrodes off fast which minimized the pain. Maybe she was OK. They let my personalized porn show continue playing. "We need a sample of your cum for testing. Will you help us with that, Tom?" she asked.

God how I needed to cum but I played it cool, "Whatever you want, ma'am!"

She got some lube and rubbed my penis with it. It felt so good, just as I almost lost control, she stopped rubbing me and got a glass beaker from a table. "We'll use this to catch your cum for the tests. OK, start jerking off!"

This was weird. A scared straight program and they order me to jerk off? Maybe they need to find out all about what I do so they can create a really perverse program to stop me from doing it. But for a teenager, urges always win out, I started jerking off, rubbing my cock slowly then a few fast strokes, back to slow. I wanted to draw this out, I wanted to shoot real strong and feel real good. "Get ready, hurry!"

Vicki held the beaker and I aimed into it. I shot powerful burst after burst, that personalized porn show really worked. She looked impressed. "We'll have the lab test this and will let you know as soon as we get the results. Let me clean you up." She took a cloth and washed the lube and any remaining cum off me then gently dried me. "Show him to his room."

The military guy lead me out of the bright room down a hall, opened an unmarked door, and a light came on in a middle size room, maybe 15' X 20'. There was a sturdy metal framed bed in the center, sink and toilet in the corner, and nothing else. Looked more like a cell than a room if you asked me, but no one was asking me anything in this secret undisclosed location. The door slammed shut, light went out, and I was in complete darkness. I felt for the bed, dropped down on the hard uncovered mattress, regretted that I had slept nude last night otherwise I might have a scrap of clothes to wear, thought about my hopeless situation, got really scared, began sobbing for the first time in years, and soon fell into an exhausted restless sleep.

More Than Enough

The sound of a woman moaning in contented satisfaction awakened me. As I opened my eyes I saw the images of a man making love to a beautiful woman on all the walls and on the ceiling. I began rubbing my balls and stroking my cock dreamily and soon I had a good erection. I heard the door open. "On your feet boy, time to give us more of your cum!" a guard commanded. Startled, I jumped up. The guard carried a tray with a beaker, lube, and a towel. "Need to lube up first, you want to do it or should I do it?" I said I'd do it. I started jerking off, I was pretty horny from the porno and didn't take long to feel the urge coming. I signaled the guard, he held the beaker while I aimed into it and shot my load. He put the beaker with my cum in a revolving pass through in the wall, pushed a button, the beaker disappeared and a tray with a burger, fries, and coke appeared. "Good job boy, here's your reward." Starved from maybe a day without anything to eat, I gulped down the food. "Sweet dreams", he laughed as he closed the door and the lights went out.

This was the routine, alone in darkness, awakened by porno mix, play with myself, jerk off for the guard, get a drink or some food. There was no window, no noise outside, no pattern of rotating guards, I had no idea of how long it was between sessions or how long these sessions went on. I tried to count the sessions but soon was disoriented. When I didn't want to lube myself or jerk off the guard would do it for me. If I wasn't hard, the guards knew that beating my ass with a leather belt would quickly give me a boner (They must have learned this when they interviewed my dad or maybe just my reactions to the BDSM videos.). This went on for weeks? Months? I had no idea. I now knew the plan, they would force me to jack off so often that soon I would start to hate jerking off. I wonder how long this would take, I wondered if I would go crazy from the isolation first.

I woke up when the porno mix began on the screens, I grabbed my cock and wondered who my next visitor would be. I hoped it would be Barb, she was the most fun. Then I started thinking about her remark "I guess they are not going to complain about me not making my production goal today!" What kind of production goal did she have and who set it? Did all the girls have production goals? What would happen if they didn't meet the goals? The only thing I was producing was cum and nobody would want my cum at least I couldn't think of any reason.

The big guy with the booming military voice walked in, he paused and asked me, "I know guys your age like to play 'truth or dare' so I'm going to give you a simple truth to answer. Do you still like to be jerked off?" Simple but tricky I thought. If I told the truth and said yes, I might be punished even more because I am still unrepentant after all their efforts to scare me straight. If I lied and they knew I lied the penalty would be extreme. I hesitated, decided on my response then mumbled my answer. "Can't hear you. Speak up boy, yell it out!"

I stood up and yelled, "SIR, I STILL LOVE TO BE JERKED OFF!"

"Just what I wanted to hear, boy. We are going to give you exactly what you want, maybe a lot more!" the military guy laughed, "Let's get started guys!"

"Kneel and bend over the bed so I can stick this up your Ass!" ordered a guy holding a huge butt plug with a electrical connection and a plastic tube dangling from its end.

"No way you can stick anything that big up my ass!"

"You can make it easy by co-operating or we will hold you down and force it in and that will hurt like hell."

"OK give it a try." They lubed me up and slowly eased the plug into my ass. When I moaned in pain they eased up and let me get used to it before moving it deeper. At last it slipped firmly in place. It felt like I had to shit bad but my asshole was sealed tight.

The guy plugged the connection into a control box "Let's see if we got it placed right. Stand up boy!" I stood up slowly feeling pain in my sore ass. I felt a buzzing and a weird sort of nice feeling inside my ass. Suddenly my cock hardened into a boner. "We got it! The vibrator is in the right place to stimulate his prostate."

They cut a hole in the mattress for the tube and connection from my butt plug and had me lie on the bed face up. Padded black leather cuffs were buckled tightly onto my ankles and wrists. The ankle cuffs were attached to posts at the foot of the bed. The guys pulled my arms hard before attaching the wrist cuffs to posts at the head of the bed streching me in a spread eagle position so tightly I could hardly move. They took a black bullet vibrator and attached its clip painfully to my right nipple. "Yeow! Guys, take it easy." Laughing, they attached other vibrators to my other nipple, my armpits, my balls, and then fired them all up including the butt plug. The pain disappeared as these devices intensely stimulated me making me feel more and more horny. "Please let me cum, I need it so bad!"

"You want to cum? Let's see what we can do about that." said the military guy as he turned up the vibrators. I writhed straining against the leather cuffs as the intensity of the exquisite torment increased. I saw that he was holding a plastic cylinder that looked like what farmers put on cow's tits when they milk them. "Yes, you guessed what this is for. It is advanced and stimulates your cock while it is sucking so that it extracts the maximum amount of cum. It stays on permanently, when it is not milking you, you can pee and this device sucks up your pee and disposes of it. Sort of like the tube attached to your butt plug which disposes of your shit. This way we don't have to release you and waste time while you shit or piss, everything is carefully designed for the maximum production." I thought, this is crazy, why would anyone want a teen's cum so badly? There is certainly enough of it around mostly in crusty socks. He placed the cylinder on my rock hard boner, the feeling was glorious as it rubbed my cock and sucked insistently. It started slowly and gently, then harder and faster, finally I shot over and over and the machine demanded more and more until at last I was completely drained. It was great, the best relief I had ever had!

The milking machine and vibrators turned off and I felt a completely relaxed peace. Before leaving the guys put a feeding tube through my nose and down my throat. "This way we won't have to waste time feeding you either!" the military guy laughed. He left and the lights went off leaving me in darkness.

The pain from the vibrator clips and the pain from my muscle cramps returned. I wasn't a person anymore. What was I? Just a cog in a system to extract cum? This whole thing was crazy. But the exquisite torment when everything was turned on was unbelievably wonderful. I really wanted the next session to start soon!

Helpless

In the dark I tested my restraints, there was no give, no possible escape. The pain from the vibrator clips was intense only the pain in my ass from the butt plug was worse. Suddenly the porno screen flashed on, the vibrators buzzed, my cock hardened and the milking machine drained me of the cum I had produced during my short rest. This alternating rest and mechanical sex continued without letup. The feeding tube, pissing into the machine, and shitting through the tube in my butt plug all worked very well. You would think I would hate my situation but I am a teen and guys in their teens are always obsessed with sex and I was getting all the sex I could possible handle, the sex was a little strange but I sure got a lot of it. My mind wandered, I lost track of reality but the instant the porn screens lit up I was in heaven.

The job as a guard probably attracts a lot of sadists and I soon found that my guards qualified. I guess the temptation of the helpless body of a spread-eagle teen was too much. They figured out how to trick the surveillance camera with a laptop playing a video of me squirming during my rest time. They came up with a fiendish dice dare with no good options:

1 toothpicks under toenails

2 clothespins on my balls

3 Leather strap to soles of my feet

4 Tickle torture

5 Electro-shock to my balls

6 All the above

They would sneak in just after my cell became dark for my rest and put a dice in my hand or between my toes. When it fell on the floor they would announce my dare penalty. Not having any rest time turned my situation into a living hell. It didn't take long that the mechanical sex no longer felt good but just a continuation of the nonstop torment. Once when I had thrown a "6" and after the guards had applied all the tortures, they humiliated me by shooting a video of me struggling in agony which I was sure they would show all their friends.

Unfortunately the tubes attached to my body kept me healthy, the continuous torment actually increased the amount of cum I produced, and the guards took care to leave no marks.

I watched Tanya and Darnell surfing into the private beach of my place on Kauai. They were the first to get the hang of surfing and looked like Hawaiian royalty as their tanned naked bodies stood proudly in the sun on their boards surfing the waves to the beach. I had checked when I got to my place and they told me the beach was mine and we could go naked if we wanted. My Truth and Dare gang from school are staying at my place while I am recuperating after the experiences I had had. Vicki suggested that I invite some of my friends and arranged to get the permission of their parents and then had the plane pick them up from the airport at our hometown. She was right, their company helped me a lot and I am having a lot fewer nightmares. I told the gang I needed a rest and ran up the beach and lay down on the blanket between Vicki and Barb. They told me I had to be careful, I had been out of the sunlight for a long time so it would take time to get a tan that would protect me. While I lay on my back they rubbed lotion all over me, my chest, legs, and last but not least my cock. It felt real good and relaxed me. I didn't even mind having a boner that all my friends could see and they seemed happy to see it too. I closed my eyes and thought of what happened to bring me out of hell to this beautiful place in the company of my friends.

I heard the door open. The guards entered but were accompanied by the military guy. This was bad news, he had learned his trade at Gitmo and the secret CIA prisons, he was an expert in inflicting intense unbearable pain, and he loved doing it especially to a helpless teen like me. Slowly he prepared his tools for my torment. Just as the first cold steel implement touched my vulnerable balls, the door burst open. A dozen black suited men rushed in, overpowered the guards and the military man with blazing quick blows to vital points that quickly paralyzed their victims. They handcuffed their prisoners and rushed them out of the room. This was obviously some secret government A-team for dispatching serious problem personnel.

Vicki and Barb entered, looked distressed at me, asked the remaining black suited guys to leave so they could get me ready to leave in private. The guys saluted Vicki and Barb before leaving. Vicki knelt by my bed and removed the vibrators from my nipples and balls. I shuddered at the sharp pain caused by removing the clips that had been attached so long. Barb held my head and soothed me while the pain slowly ebbed. Vicki turned to the machine fastened to my cock. She was puzzled how to release it. One of the guards was brought in by a couple black suited guys and ordered to show how to release the device. Vicki released the devise and slowly eased it off my sore, red, swollen cock. I held my breath to prevent me screaming in pain. Gently she rubbed an ointment on my cock that slowly numbed the pain. Barb removed the black leather cuffs from my ankles and wrists then rubbed the chaffed skin with a soothing lotion. Vicki disconnected the connection and tube from my butt plug. She told me to try to get up and they helped me to stand. My legs were weak from being bound to the bed for a very long time. They told me removing the plug would be easier if I knelt and leaned over the bed exposing my ass. Barb tried to work some lube between my ass and the plug then began twisting it. I moaned in pain, she said she was sorry but the plug had been in a long time and had to be eased out. I grabbed the other side of the bed and braced myself, tried not to scream, and endured the pain as they worked the plug out. I felt the plug being pulled out then I felt a warm wet sensation on my ass and the insides of my legs. I was embarrassed, I couldn't stop the shit from oozing out. Vicki explained that my sphincter muscle had been stretched so long that it would take a while until I could seal my asshole closed. They whispered to each other, Barb left and returned with a tampon which they lubed and shoved but my ass. It worked and the soft tampon felt a lot better than the hard rubber butt plug and it let me stop the flow. Vicki said to rest awhile and tell her when I was ready to take a shower. Barb stripped off her clothes and said she would help me shower. I smiled weakly and assured her I was ready anytime to take a shower with her. They walked me to the shower in the corner, Barb held me under the shower, soaped me up, lingering slowly on my ass, cock, balls, and chest. Her soft hands and the warm water were wonderful. Barb and I dried each other with with fluffy white towels, I was actually having fun. This was the first time in a long while that I felt good and had some hope. Vicki left and returned with some clothes for me. They helped me into the clothes. It felt strange wearing anything, I had been completely nude since I had been taken from my bedroom so long ago. After I was dressed, I helped Barb with her clothes playing and teasing a little.

One of the guys in black suits brought in a wheelchair ad I sat in it. He wheeled me out the door. Vicki introduced me to Mr. Thompson, a well dressed man. She told me he was from the A.C.L.U. and had obtained the habeas corpus order for my release. He explained that I would be given a chance to rest and then we would discuss my case with me and the options for a settlement. For my protection reporters would be outside of the building when we left, I could wave so they would know it was me but probably it would be better not to answer any questions. The president had offered his apologies, the use of his compound in Kauai for my recuperation, and Air Force Two for transportation. Vicki and Barb told me that this was true so I agreed. I was wheeled through the long passages to the entrance. Leaning a little on Vicki, I managed to walk the short distance to the black limousine while I waved and smiled at the reporters and cameras. I was exhausted as I slumped into my seat for the ride to my plane.

Vicki and Barb led me up the ramp, we greeted the pilots, then they took me to my private suite with a king size bed at the tail. I asked them to stay because I didn't want to be alone in the dark again. I helped the girls take off their clothes then they started stripping me, touching, rubbing, and kissing each bit of skin that was exposed as they removed everything piece by piece. My shoes and socks, my pants, my shirt exposing my nipples, and my briefs exposing my cock and balls. By the time I was naked I was fully aroused, we all got into bed and fondled each other. I told them that I really needed to cum but my cock was still pretty raw. Barb told us that she had been a call girl in Las Vegas before that business went bust, one client was a general that got her the job working with me at the lab. She told us she knew lots of ways to get a guy to cum and would show how to do it without even touching my cock. She spread a towel on the bed, removed the tampon from my ass and wrapped it up. She had me lay on the towel and inserted her finger up my ass, while Vicki was kissing me and rubbing my chest, Barb worked her finger deeper inside gently rubbing my prostate then faster and harder. She brought me to the edge then would back of, finally she said "Are you ready Big Boy?"

I gaspsed "Yeah, Make me cum!" She rubbed harder and faster and I quickly started shooting over and over again. They hugged me as I relaxed and started asking them about what happened. Vicki said she was nurse and a Colonel in the army. She said after her boyfriend became useless she dreamed of being with a strong potent guy and when she saw me she just gave in to her feelings, under the circumstances anyone would understand. I asked what happened so they let me go. Barb and Vicki said that they had been transferred away from the lab so they wouldn't know what was happening. The guards emailed the video of me being tortured to all their buddies until someone posted it on YouTube. Some of my friends from the Truth and Dare group at school recognized me. They guessed it was the government because the night I disappeared Jason had seen the helicopters and the military guys running out of my house with a stretcher. They questioned my mom and she finally admitted she had called the number. Knowing that there would be an effort to hush this up, my friends reposted the video on every possible site. They emailed my name to all the newspapers and news networks. Barb and Vicki saw the video and recognized me and told all the contacts in the military that the could trust about what was happening. The next day a reporter asked the president at his news conference about me and the video. The shit really hit the fan and plans were made at the highest level to get me out of that lab before the guys in charge realized that the game was up and could harm me.

I told them that was a great story but why was I at the lab in the first place? Vicki answered, "You really don't know? Its a long story and you're exhausted. Let's all get some sleep and we'll tell you everything when you wake up." We cuddled together and soon were all sound asleep.

The Reason

I woke up with a raging boner. I was still hugging Vicki, Barb was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. My cock pushed Vicki's side and she woke up. "That shows there was no lasting damage. I would love to feel you inside me but I want to ask you for something special, something only you can do, I want to have a child, fuck me without a condom that would be your special gift to me."

"Sure, anything you want. I owe you a lot for getting me out. Anything you want." She gently lubed me up, I was still a bit tender from the milking machine. I felt I could handle it, in fact a little pain might just add to the experience. I got on top of her, supported my weight by my arms so I could insert just the tip of my penis into her and use it to get her real wet and excited. We kissed each other deeply. I sucked her tits and she played with my nipples. She started moaning and asking me to go deeper, harder, faster. My cock was still tender but in my excitement that pain just drove me to a more intense level. Finally she moaned calling now, now. I went wild and started shooting loads of cum into her.

Suddenly it was over and our sweaty bodies rested together. We hugged and kissed and were joined by Barb, soon I was completely relaxed and felt this was a good time to ask, "OK, what is the reason for all this happening to me? Why didn't my dad beat me bloody after I was caught jerking off? Why was I taken to the 'undisclosed location'? Why did they want my cum so much they tortured me? Why would the president care what happened to one teen kid?"

Vicki spoke up, "Remember the mild illness that went around last spring? They called in the 'Guys Flu' because it only infected guys and for a long time we thought it infected every guy including all the boy babies. It usually went away after a couple days so no one was very concerned."

"Yeah, I remember that, my dad and grandpa got sick and all the boys at school except me came down with it. Didn't seem a big deal."

"Didn't you hear anything else?"

"No, my Parents were religious and suddenly didn't want me to see the news, even Fox News which they really liked. Something about too much talk about sex. The guys at school started to be very sensitive about talking about anything to do with sex which was strange as sex used to be the only thing they talked about. I couldn't use a computer because I was grounded by my mom when I forgot to close the screen I was using to watch getDare, probably she wouldn't have noticed anything but there was a big flashing banner at the bottom about the 'You Tube of Porn'."

Vicki answered, "Now I understand why you had no idea what was happening to you and why you are so special. Guys noticed that after the 'Guys Flu' they couldn't get an erection to fuck with or even jerk off. It took a while until doctors realized what was up. They began to realize that this was really bad and it had spread through the entire world. The research indicated that the antibodies for the illness messed up the delicate chemical interaction that causes a guy to get aroused. When a research team reported that not only couldn't guys get an erection but even when sperm was extracted from guys, the sperm wasn't viable and could not get a woman pregnant."

Barb chimed in, "It started getting bad in Vegas. I was having to use the tricks that worked on guys in their 80s to help get guys in their 50's going. The age keep going down until these tricks weren't working on young guys who were barely twenty. We heard about the government hot-line to call if you had information on a guy who still could get an erection. They offered a million dollars a year for life for anyone giving information that led to finding a guy that was still functioning. We call girls were sure looking but didn't find anyone and soon our business was bust. I hadn't had any clients for nine months when my old friend the general got me the job of working with you at the location."

"Now I understand, my mom didn't care about me jerking off. She wanted the money she would get for telling about her kid who could still jerk off and I guess my dad was thinking the same way."

Vicki shook her head yes, "Hate to say this but I think you are right. A million a year is a lot of money. The way they didn't insist on visiting you indicated to me that they took the money and were glad to get rid of you. If they insisted on seeing you I don't think things could have gone as wrong as they did. It also had something to do with the people that run Homeland Security who were put in charge of the location, they can be a weird bunch better a running secret prisons then a medical facility."

"I'm starting to understand but why the milking machine to force all that cum out of me?"

"At first we just wanted samples of your cum so we could find out why you were immune and try to find a cure for the other guys. Suddenly there were no new pregnancies. Our country had over four million births last year and now would have none! They checked your blood and you had no serious inherited disease so it was decided we would use your sperm as a temporary measure until a cure was found for other guys. You can understand the pressure on the location to produce."

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I rested my hand on Vicki's stomach and felt the baby kick. It really excited me that my child would be born in a short time. Sort of strange feeling for a kid who is on his way to being literally the "father of his country" with millions of offspring produced by artificial insemination from the sperm that had been milked out of me. But this one will be special, something Vicki and I did together. Although I would be recognized as the father on the birth certificate, Vicki wanted to raise the child herself and I understood. I had Mr. Thompson set up a trust fund to support the kid until he graduates from school.

Because of the way my parents had abandoned me for the money, Mr. Thompson had the court declare me an "emancipated minor" so that I could handle my own affairs as if I were an adult. The settlement from the government made me rich, a billionaire many times over. I also had control of any medical research or drugs produced from my DNA or cum. I kept my corporation private when I understood the power I had to advance population control and peace. If counties in conflict did not reach agreement, their population would slowly decline to nothing, so most leaders now are working to settle conflicts and extend full rights to their people, especially women.

My research lab has developed some drugs that promise to allow guys again to become aroused. My Truth and Dare buddies from school, Darnell and Jason, are testing these drugs which are very promising. Both of them get rock hard cocks and shoot large amount of cum. The drawback is that it takes several hours of stimulation to reach that point. The stimulation must be so intense that the only way it can be done is for the girls to tie Darnell and Jason spread eagle on a bed then have several girls work on them at the same time. Not that Darnell, Jason, or the girls are complaining, but it doesn't seem like the drugs are ready to be released to the public yet. Also their cum is still shooting blanks, but dealing with that will take much longer according to my research scientists.

I'm getting used to my strange life. It is weird but pretty good. Much of the day I spend with my friends from school doing the things every teen boy does. It is sort of neat being a student when the teachers know you are the guy who pays their salary. Usually I meet with a few world leaders each day, I dress like a teenager because I have the chips and they don't have a choice, they have to take me as I am. I hate wearing a suit and looking like a kid pretending to be an adult. I usually produce cum 3 or 4 times a day but it has to be fun for me. My labs have found out how to use my cum more efficiently so there is no longer much pressure. Sometimes I do dares with the girls from school which is probably what I like best, I don't think Barb will ever run out of new ideas for getting me to cum, some Bollywood stars and I our working our way through the Karma Sutra, and finally there are stars and models who just want to spend some time with me.

18/male/slave seeks mature mistress in New York

Columbia student, works out regularly, intelligent, somewhat shy, the guy next door type except for my interest in rope bondage, discipline, and pain seeks mature mistress who will make me her slave and instruct me in how to satisfy a woman sexually. �PM me telling about yourself and why you want to be my mistress, include a photo. �If we seem to click we will arrange a meeting in a public place of your choice in the city.

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Today was my 18th birthday and I had dreamed of having an older women enslave me and instruct me in sexual delights. �Now I was 18 and it was legal for an older woman to have sexual relations with me. � I lost no time, the second I was awake I went to my laptop and composed this post for the getDare slave/master area. �My roommate asked why I was up so early and I told him I was just answering some emails. �He said "Happy Birthday" turned over and covered his head with his blanket. �I clicked the "Submit" button and started on my first adventure as an adult.

My day was busy since most of my friends were older they made a big deal of me being 18. �They threw a party for me which was fun but I really just wanted to get back to my room, log on and see if I had any replies to my slave post.

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Mistress Samantha

Hi Slaveboy,

Since I turned 30, �I have been having fantasies of enslaving a strong, handsome, intelligent young stud. �I want to have a man who is young enough to still �be completely obsessed with having sex in any and all ways. �I imagine restraining him in tight bondage and teasing him for hours forcing him to excite me and give me orgasm after orgasam and if he pleases me I may let him cum or maybe I will just enjoy keeping him at this peak of sexual excitement for another day or two. �I really enjoy the devoted attention a sex starved man gives me! �Your sexual gratification and release will be entirely under my control, �if you get release yourself you will be severely punished and forced to wear a chastity device until I feel you can be trusted again.

You have to obey me in all things at any time and any place and I promise to do nothing that permanently injures you.

In addition being my sex slave, I want you to be a presentable escort and accompany me to major social events in the city. �My fellow Wall Street financial vice presidents have shed their wives and partners for young women about your age. �I want to show them that I have the same right to openly display my relationship with a young handsome stud. �(I guess I am down on men in general, maybe this is a reason I daydream about torturing a young hunk. �But since you say you like pain, this is probably a plus for you.)

As you can see from the picture of me in my gown at the opening night of the Met, I look very good and any man should be proud to be with me. �The other picture in my bikini on the beach at Bonaire shows that I have kept my body desirable. �Please send pictures both dressed and naked with a full erection. �I hope I won't be disappointed.

You will be my first slave so we will be learning and exploring BDSM together. �I find exploring new experiences together exciting and I hope you do too.

There is a Starbucks about a block south of the Pleasure Chest sex store, I think this would be a good place to me. Is that OK with you? If we like each other I would love to take you shopping for a few toys. (Of course this all depends on your pictures.)

Your future Mistress,

Samantha�

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Mistress Samantha,

Your pictures were great. �You are the star of my nightly fantasies! �Can't wait to meet you. �I hope you'll like my pictures as much as I like yours.

You have great plans for using me especially "torturing a young stud". �That is scary but very exciting. �

Being you escort would be fun. �Since I came to New York. believe it or not, I have been exploring all the cultural opportunities. �For a guy from a small town, this is wonderful. �I really enjoy concerts, opera, museums and it would be great to share our interests.

I have afternoons free on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so if my body makes the grade let's meet for lunch at the Starbucks at 12:15 either Tuesday or Thursday.

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Your obedient Slave,

Tom�

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Hi Slaveboy,

Your pics are great. �I like your build, good development but not overdone. �I liked the touch with the rope harness that just makes your erection so much more tempting. �I even liked how you look when you are dressed, �can't wait to show you off!

See you Tuesday!

Your future Mistress,

Samantha��

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The meeting

I got to the Starbucks about ten minutes early, I thought it wouldn't be good for a slave to keep his mistress waiting. �I came from class dressed like other students, Levis, black T-shirt showing a snow boarder and saying "Crested Butte - Double Black" like I told her I would wear. �I was starting to wonder if she had been just playing with me and wouldn't show when I saw this gorgeous brunette enter, �what she wore was feminine and attractive but also definitely said "I'm in control, don't mess with me". �I don't know much about clothes but she certainly didn't shop at K-Mart. I stood up and motioned to the empty seat at my table. �

We shook hands and greeted each other rather formally and sat down. �She started asking me questions about the small town where I grew up and told me that she was also from a small down and like me never really felt accepted in high school. �I told about my science teacher who encouraged me to break away, getting me a summer job at the YMCA camp leading kids on hikes, encouraging me to apply to big city schools like Columbia, because I had enough credits. arranging for me to spend my last winter quarter on a self-study project working at a ski area. �Samantha was real easy to talk to. �She asked what I liked about the mountains. �I told her I liked climbing "14ers", �mountains over 14,000 feet high. �I told he about the first one I climbed a 14er with a friend from the YMCA camp, �we started really early and pushed hard, we wanted to be the first on the summit and have a little time by ourselves at the top. �My smile betrayed me and Samantha asked, "You're leaving something out, exactly why did you want to be on the top before anyone else got there?"

Trapped, I answered, "Our goal was to get to the top, looking out over a hundreds of miles, face the sun, drop our pants, and jerk off."�

She laughed real load, "You are so cute, I love the way you young guys think about sex and have so much fun thinking about unusual ways of doing it. �Exactly how many 14ers have you marked in this way?"

"31, and our goal is to do all 53 before I �graduate." �She told me about the hikes and treks she had done all over the world. �We were really clicking, I actually liked her and sensed she liked me too. �We got up and ordered sandwiches, I started to pay for mine but she told me that she would pay for everything when we were together, I would be her "kept man". �I sort of liked the idea, it was part of her domination of me. �

We discovered we liked the same type of runs, steep and deep powder runs. �She was definitely a risk taker and she understood that I was also.

After lunch we walked to the "Pleasure Chest" and browsed through the merchandise. �We agreed on a couple books "SM 101" and "Erotic Rope Bondage", she would read "SM 101" first and I start with "Erotic Rope Bondage". �We went to the counter and looked at the restraints, she asked the salesclerk to take out some restraints and some different ropes for us to try. � "Strip off your shirt, Slaveboy!", my mistress ordered. �The clerk smiled, looked amused, and didn't say anything. �There were a few other customers in the store and I would be the show. �I felt like I was at the top of a double black diamond run, watching little balls of snow dislodged by my board roll down hundreds of feet to the bottom, �once I started there would be no turning back. �"Yes, Ma'am", I said loud and clear, as I stripped off my shirt. �I had made my decision, there would be no turning back. �With the help of the clerk, Samantha restrained my hands behind my back trying handcuffs, leather cuffs, padded cuffs, finally deciding on a soft hemp rope and the crossed wrist tie the clerk had shown her. �Samantha rubbed the bulge in my Levis saying, "I see you enjoy being restrained, Tom."�

"You bet, you're great, ma'am!"

Samantha had the clerk put out a selection of whips and paddles. �One by one the clerk showed how to use each one, Samantha hit me on the back with a riding crop, a leather strap, a bamboo cane, a flogger, and several others. �I liked feeling the pain she inflicted and hardly noticed the other customers watching. The clerk and Samantha decided the leather strap was best for novices. The clerk brought out a sample of clamps but after trying a few which were very painful and brought tear to my eyes, Samantha decided we should wait until we are more experienced before buying any.

As Samantha paid for our toys, the young women at the register told Samantha about the femdom BDSM play party that took place every Friday night at 8 PM. �She said it was a good way to start because we could see from others how BDSM play is done, she smile at me and said she realy hopped to see me there. �She wrote the address on a note and signed her name, she said this would get us in. �Then she told us, the mistress should wear an outfit hinting at being a dominatrix and of course all male slaves had to strip naked as soon as they enter the play area.

Samantha said, "That won't be a problem, will it Tom?"

"No Mistress Samantha, Ma'am, whatever you ask!"

My mistress told me she would pick me up in a cab in front of my dorm Friday at 7:30, "Oh, one more thing, your training starts now, you must not have any sex including jerking off unless I give you permission, understood Slaveboy?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"If you disobey, you will be severely punished and we will go back to the sex store and buy a chastity device for you to wear."

"I will obey, ma'am." I said but thought how long it was until Friday night and there wasn't even a certainty then. �It's been a long time since I went even 24 hours without jerking off, it was going to be tough to last until Friday. �

I was now shirtless on the crowded street as I helped Samantha into her cab. �She turned to me, kissed me on the cheek, and laughing said, "I remembered but was just testing, you may put your shirt back on, Tom."�

By Wednesday evening I was feeling real horny as I was reviewing my notes on my laptop when I got an instant message from "MistressSam" at Hotmail.com. �"What are you thinking about at this moment, Slaveboy? �Are you alone? If so turn on your webcam. �Sorry but I don't have a webcam or microphone on my laptop, usually security checks for those before they let us take our laptops into conferences."

"How is this, is the volume �OK? and the picture? �Great to hear from you. � I'm thinking about sex of course, you tormenting me and rubbing my cock until I can't stand it any more, then finally letting me cum. � That no sex rule is pretty tough, can you have a little pity on me? �I'm alone, my roommate won't be back for another hour."

"You look just great, you know, you are really cute in a boyish sort of way. �Now I understand the guys at work, young sex objects are a lot of fun! I'm in Dallas and it was hard to concentrate during the meetings, all I could think of was you at the top of Longs Peak jerking off in the sunlight, what a mental picture! �Yes, I think we can negotiate a favorable settlement of your situation. �First I want you to strip naked, but do it slow and sexy!"

"Yes, ma'am, will do! Thanks!" I take off my shoes then slowly bend over strip off each sock and toss it at the webcam. �I do a little strip tease dance, slowly pull up my t-shirt showing off my abs, then up to my armpits, play a little with my nipples, take out my arms, rub my abs with my hands, finally pull the shirt off my head and throw it at the webcam. �I slowly unzip my Levis and pull them down a bit. �It is clear I am wearing no underwear. �My hard cock pops out and I shake it around a bit by moving my hips. �Finally I pull off the pants and throw them aside, still dancing and seductively rubbing my body all over.

"Oh, I love your cute smooth sexy body. �OK now show me how you jerked off on Longs Peak."

"We had a dare to see who could last the longest before he came, so this may take awhile!" �I began rubbing my cock, fast at first then as I got harder, slower and slower, �keeping me going but not fast enough for me to cum. �My expression showed intense concentration and pleasure.

"10 minutes and going strong, �I never knew how much skill you guys have in jerking off but I guess you have a lot of time to practice! �Fire when ready!"

I worked a few more minutes, licked the palms of my hands to lube up then started stroking at a furious pace, I started cumming over and over, one shot hit the webcam and took a few seconds to drip off before the picture cleared.

"That was even better than I imagined it. �By the way, I came also by masturbating myself while I watched you. �I don't know how much this will help me concentrate tomorrow, but it was fun. �Goodnight Slaveboy, See you Friday!"

"Sweet dreams, Mistress. �Hope I'm in them!"�

�The Club

I began preparing for our big date. I showered carefully following the instructions of my mistress. �I soaped up my entire body, scrubbed hard with a washcloth on my armpits, ass crack, feet, and especially my cock. �I rinsed off then repeated the whole procedure. �My cock began to harden as I remembered how her email had said that every inch of my body had to be clean enough so she would enjoy kissing and licking my skin anywhere. �I hoped no one would notice the bulge in the towel wrapped around my waist as I returned to my room. � Per her directions I did not put on deodorant or any other scent, she told me the best smell was that of a real clean young stud. I dressed as she had instructed, black t-shirt, worn Levis, no underwear, flip-flops. �I only got harder as the rough denim rubbed my cock and ass. �Minimal and easy to shed once I entered the club. �I double checked that my ID was in my otherwise empty wallet. �Samantha insisted that I have no money or credit cards when I was with her so that I would be completely dependent on her. �

I stood on the corner in front of the dorm for a few minutes. �A cab stopped in front of me and Samantha flung open the door. "Hop in, Slaveboy!" �As soon as I got in she hugged and kissed me, she looked sexy in all black especially the leather skirt. �The cabdriver laughed, either he was amused by me being her "Slaveboy" or his English was bad and he smiled at everything he didn't understand. She gave the address to the driver.

"Thanks, Mistress. �I am really excited about going to a femdom club!"

She slipped her hand inside my Levis and explored feeling my boner and lack of underwear, "Yes you are excited and you do follow directions. �I like that in a slave."

The cab stopped by a bare black door in an old brick building. �We were uncertain until we saw a woman in a black leather skirt leading a guy with a leash attached to a slave collar around his neck enter through the door. �

We were greeted by the clerk from the sex store. �She carefully checked the age on my picture ID, �"You are so cute, it's hard to believe but it says you're 18. �First time slaves must strip in the center of the room with everybody watching. �It's going to be a real treat to see you strip naked!" �She led my to the center of a dungeon decorated with a feminine touch and had me stop on a Persian rug by some restraints hanging from the ceiling. �A crowd of dominatrices and a naked slaves gathered to watch.�

I took off my flip-flops when my mistress ordered, "I love the way barefoot boys look so cute and subservient" she said as she rubbed the tops of my feet with her black stiletto heeled shoe. She grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it up and began rubbing my abs and chest, toying with my nipples, �"I love to explore my Slave's sensitive spots. �You like to don't you?"

Standing as the center of attention while slowly being stripped turned me on, my skin was hyper-sensitive, each touch made me startle, breathing heavily I replied, "It feels good, real good, Mistress!" �She pulled the T-shirt over my head but left it on my wrists so my arms were extended upright. �Her hands played with my armpits driving me wild. �She removed the shirt completely and had me hold my arms behind my back. �One of the doms gave her some handcuffs which Samantha snapped onto my wrists. Helpless, excited, sweating, I submitted as she teased every bit of exposed skin. �She unbuttoned my Levis and twisted my exposed pubic hairs. �She unzipped me and my boner bounced out, she rubbed and caressed it. �She let my levis drop and had me step free of them stark naked. �She was handed a slave collar which she locked around my neck then a leash which she snapped to my collar. �The clerk introduced Samantha to the other mistresses as I followed at the end of the leash, each dom was given an opportunity to tease or torment the helpless new Slaveboy. �Samantha took a long time watching other doms and subs in scenes of bondage and torture, I could see she was observing everything about how to make her slave suffer safely.

She decided to start with the whipping post, she unclipped the handcuffs and climbed on a step stool� to buckle my wrists into padded leather cuffs attached high on the post. �Hanging from my extended arms, I was facing the post with my back and ass exposed, toes barely touching the wooden floor. �One of the experienced mistresses handed Samantha a black soft leather flogger and went over the basics: aiming for wide fleshy area such as back, ass, and chest, Avoiding areas such as kidneys, �holding and snapping to inflict maximum pain, �watching carefully for broken skin. � Samantha learned fast, the first few strokes with the flogger didn't hurt but soon I dreaded each painful strike. �I tried to be brave and endure the beating silently, �I didn't yell out but I gasped each time a stroke was extremely painful. �Samantha started enjoying inflicting pain on me. �She learned to vary the strokes so I never knew where or when the next pain would strike. � She learned that it is more effective torment to give the flogger strokes over an hour or more rather than all at once. �I learned that I enjoyed it when my mistress inflicted pain on me her helpless slave, I learned it made me get really hard.

The other mistress had Samantha turn me around so I was facing her, she showed Samantha how to tie my feet to the post so that I couldn't kick. �She handed my sadistic mistress a riding crop... ��

OUCH!

The mistress showed Samantha how to hold the riding crop and how to snap the crop so that the leather tip stings painfully. �Samantha practiced on my abs and quickly learned to make the tip sting. �She learned to vary the pain of the sting from a little tap to sharp intense pain. �She whipped the sensitive skin on the inside of my arms, she tormented my armpits, she whipped my pecs circling my nipples. �I loved the excitement I saw in her eyes as she explored the pain she could inflict upon me with this simple implement. Those eyes kept darting to my nipples but she shock her head and whispered, "Not yet, my love." �I tried to endure the pain silently but I could not help yelling when the stings were particularly painful. �My screams seemed to please her, she increased the sting just to hear me yell. �Finally I felt a tap to each nipple then she applied stronger stings to my abs before returning to my nipple with a smart sting. �

The mistress grabbed my cock and gaged its hardness, "Your first slave and you found a sub that loves pain so much. �I envy you, let me know if you ever tire of him! Feel his cock." Samantha hefted my cock and smiled as she felt that it was rock hard. �"When a Slaveboy loves pain you can be guided by his cock to determine how much pain to give him. �As long as his cock is hard he is enjoying your torture, don't pay any attention to his screams of agony as long as his cock is telling you he wants more. �Of course, with a pain slut like yours, it's up to you to be alert so you don't damage your slave's helpless body." �She strokes my cock, "Yes, you �must be careful with him". �She handed Samantha a black handkerchief, "Blindfolding your slave makes him feel more vulnerable and not being able to know where the next lash will strike adds to his torment and excitement."

Samantha ties the blindfold around my face isolating me. I feel her tracing figures on my chest then a sharp snap on my nipples then more tracing around my abs, along the bottom of my shaft, around the tip, back along the top of my rock hard shaft, and back to tracing circles on my abs. A few hard painful lashes on my abs. �Then gentle snaps moving up my shaft ending with gentle lashes on the tip of my cock. �I struggle against the the restraints, I breath hard and fast, I feel soaked with sweat. �I beg for my only desire, "Harder Mistress, harder please!" My mistress laughs and slowly increase the power of the whip blows. �She staggers the interval and location so I never know when the next pain will strike. �The pain becomes searing! When the crop strikes the tip of my cock, the pain is indescribable but it also turns me on so much that I still beg "Harder, harder, mistress, please!"

"Easy Slaveboy, that's enough pain for now!" soothes Samantha as she rubs my chest and abs, plays with my nipples, gently, slowly strokes my cock until I feel I am about to cum. �She rubs my hair and laughs, "Time for a break, Tom we don't want you to lose any of your precious bodily fluids!" She takes me to the edge over and over but always denies me release. �I plead for her to let me cum but she just teases me more.

Finally I feel my legs being untied and my wrist being unbuckled. � I hear the leash being clipped to my collar and my hands are handcuffed behind my back. �My mistress tells me to step into my Levis and helps pull them up. �She shoves my boner in and zips up the fly. �I follow when she jerks the leash and feel the cool outside air on my bare chest and the rough concrete of the sidewalk with my bare feet. �I hear a car stop and the door open. �She puts her hand on my head and guides me into the car and tells the driver an address.

"Excuse me Ma'am, but where did you pick up that kid?"

"He lost a dare and will be my slave this weekend and he is eighteen if you must know."

"Lordy, you women are sure wild nowadays!"

Room with a View

The cab �jerked to a stop. �Samantha paid the driver and said, "Just a minute, until the lobby is clear. OK Slaveboy, let's go!" She guided my head out of the door and I felt the cool night air on my shirtless chest. We entered an automatic door, the air was warmer and my bare feet felt a smooth tile floor. �"Trevor, this is Tom. �I just won him. �He lost a dare and will be my slave this weekend."

"Evening, Tom. �Evening, Miss Wilson. �I guess you're going to show him the ropes!" Trevor laughed.

"Evening Trevor" I answered even though I couldn't see anything through my blindfold. �I guessed he was a security guard.�

"That was a bad pun even for you, set the elevator for a non-stop ride to my apartment."

"Will do, Ma'am. �And I haven't seen anything!"

"Thanks, Trevor."

So she was taking me to her apartment. �I would be her slave, retrained and vulnerable. Completely at her mercy. �This had been my dream since I was a kid, now it was happening. �Can I really trust her? How much will she hurt me? Will she go too far? I concentrate on being cool, like there was nothing unusual about being barefoot, half naked, and led by a beautiful powerful woman holding a leash attached to a slave collar around my neck past the guard at a luxury apartment �building. �I liked the way Trevor didn't question her, he knew how to deal with these rich assertive women. �

Samantha jerked the leash and I followed her. I felt the acceleration of a fast elevator. "How are you doing Slaveboy?"

"Scared shitless but so excited I can't stand it, Ma'am!"

"I sort of feel the same. �Isn't the feeling great? It makes me feel so alive."

"Yes, mistress. �It feels great. �So vulnerable and not knowing what will happen. Like being a kid the first time on a high dive knowing you will have �to jump." I felt her hands on my hair as she pulled my lips to hers. �We kissed passionately as the elevator slowed. �When the elevator stopped she told me to wait, I think she was checking that no one was in the hall.�

She jerked my leash and I followed her, after only a few steps the leash went slack and I stopped. �"There are only four apartments on each floor, so there is not much chance of seeing anyone. �Besides, my neighbors would enjoy the thought of me bringing home my own sex slave." I heard her open a door and followed the tug on my leash. �From the elevator ride her place was on one of the top floors. �My bare feet felt cold rough ceramic tile, probably the foyer, pretty big too, this must be quite a pad. �I followed the pull of the leash over a soft carpet for quite a ways then onto a wooden floor.

She unclipped the leash and glided her hands softly from my face over my shoulders, chest, and abs. "I love the feel of your skin, it's so smooth and perfect. �Let's get these off so I can see all of you!." She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and they dropped to my feet while my boner bounced up free. �I stepped out of the Levis and kicked them aside. �While she fondled my cock and balls, my lips and tongue found her neck and I softly nibbled.  My lips felt their way until they found her tit and started sucking. �"Oh! That feels so good, keep sucking! .... I must stop before you seduce me Loverboy!"

She guided me to a firm bed and had me kneel on it. She had me move back until my feet were over the end of the bed and on a cold metal tube.

I felt her tie my feet to the metal tube with a smooth silken rope, each foot held firmly and exposed to her mercy. �She tied the ring on my slave collar to something hanging from above so I couldn't bend down or move much. She untied my blindfold but the room was dark. �"Now for my surprise, I hope you like it!" She hit a button and drapes open from a corner in front of me revealing Manhattan at night from high above, lights from the windows of hundreds of buildings dimly lighting the room. �The bed was diagonal facing the corner of the room with the cityscape on two sides.

I was bound kneeling on a bed, arms handcuffed behind my back, �restrained by a rope attached to my slave collar from the ceiling, completely vulnerable, with a huge boner looking out onto the city. I understood, being exposed naked in a private room is one thing, being exposed naked to the whole city is a real turn-on. �"Mistress, this is so awesome! I feel my naked body and everything you do to it is exposed to the whole city. �I know they really can't see into this room, but I feel everyone is looking at me and that's what excites me!" �In the dim lights, I saw my mistress circling the bed with her riding crop in one hand and a smile of anticipation on her face. �When she was behind me I felt the fingers of her other hand feel to vulnerable soles of my bare feet.�

She stood in front of the bed, you look scared and frightened, "What's are you afraid of my helpless sex slave?"

"I'm afraid you are going to hurt me, Mistress!"

"That's silly, Of course I am going to hurt you. �That's why you came to me. �What is really bothering you?"

"That you will hurt me more than I can take, Mistress. �I'm afraid I will scream or break down."

"I admire you for being stoic and taking pain silently. �That a guy thing and one your best qualities. �Don't worry about screaming, I guaranty that I will make you scream but since I am a light sleeper my room is completely sound proof. �Triple glass windows, double walls, and sound deadening floor and ceiling. �Scream as loud as you like, no one will be bothered and no one will hear and no one will come to help you." �She continued to circle now giving light taps with the leather tip of the riding crop to my chest, abs, and thighs, my back, ass, and soles of my feet. �Each time she circles the lashes became harder, now my nipples, now my toes. �Another circle and my eyes water when she strikes the tip of my cock, then each one of my tender toes, then each of my balls. �Finally she stops behind me and get serious, hard painful snaps cover my back, when I adjust to this pain the painful lashes center on my ass the when that also dulls she move to my feet. � The pain is intense, I struggle but my bare feet are securely tied in their vulnerable position. �My eyes water and I begin to groan at each stroke. �She starts using the rod of the crop as a cane to beat the sensitive soles of my bare feet. I start to scream at the more painful blows, my eyes water but I resist begging her to stop. �In fact I am beginning to savor the pain and don't want her to stop.

She stands in front, gives a painful load snap with the leather tip to each of my nipples. �She puts down the implement and slowly removes her stiletto heels, her stockings, her top, her leather shirt, her bra, and finally stuffs her panties into my mouth. "You seem to enjoy pain now let's try some pleasure." �She kneels in front of me on the bed, "I am always fascinated by how guys nipples are so sensitive, maybe even more sensitive then ours. �Let's see how yours are!"

She rubs and circles my nipples with her fingers. �I start breathing real hard. �She continues with the tips of her nails. � She ups the ante with her tongue, then by biting with her teeth. "Most guys can only stand nipple play a couple minutes, then it becomes too intense, almost painful and they pull away and start playing with the girl's tits." I am breathing hard, sweating, and struggling. �"It just occurred to me, you can't pull away. �I wonder how you will feel after 10 minutes, a half hour, an hour? " �She continues the intense nipple play. �I knew pain can become pleasure, now I discover pleasure can also be turned to pain. �I mumble into the panties for her to stop but she laughs, "Oh, you want more!" and she continued the extreme nipple play enjoying my struggles for at least an hour. �

"She looked down and smiled, "Slaveboy, it looks like you sprung a leak!" �I glanced down and saw pre-cum dripping from my cock. �She gently wipes the pre-cum off with her finger, pulls the panties out of my mouth with her other hand, and holds her dripping finger up to my mouth. �I eagerly suck the pre-cum from her finger. �She puts her finger into her cunt and then up to my mouth, I eagerly such her juice, "Bad Boy, see what you did? You've got me excited too! �What should I make you do about that?"

���

Dice Dare

Samantha looked at me kneeling on the bed, my feet tied to the bar at the end of the bed, my arms handcuffed behind my back, �a rope tied to my slave collar restraining any movement, my rock hard boner dripping pre-cum, my hazel eyes pleading for relief. � "I want to have sex with you so much, your young strong body giving me pleasure, but I also love tormenting you by teasing your helpless body, �watching you struggle. �It get me so excited I couldn't think what to do. �Then I found the solution, a dice dare with various ways to torment your smooth sensitive body and one number that says "SEX" and gives you relief and me pleasure. �The dice dare is:

1. SEX

2. Kiss and fondle nipples, balls, and cock

3. SLOW masturbation

4. Tickle feet cock, balls, nipples

5. Assplay with rubber glove and finger up the ass hole.

6. Foot play with cock, balls, nipples.

Take the dice in your mouth, spit it out �and let's see if you are lucky!"

I took the dice, prayed for a "1" amd spit it out. It came up a "6". �

"Great! That was always one of my favorite fantasies!" She lay naked on the bed with her feet facing me. She lifted one leg and put her foot to my mouth. "Slaveboy, suck each toe!" As I sucked each delicate toe, the humiliation turned me on. �I was her foot slave. �I licked the sole of her foot gently and she gasped, "Yes! Yes!"� At last she started to pleasure me, she raised her legs and rested her feet on my chest and began to use her toes to toy with my sensitive nipples. �She rubbed my abs with her soft feet, explored my cock and balls with her toes. �I was breathing fast and hard it was so stimulating. �Pre-cum oozed from my cock. Then she gripped the shaft of my cock between her big and second toe and began rubbing it slowly. �I got more and more excited until I felt I was almost going to cum, I felt her give my cock a hard painful tug pulling it with her toes. The pain stopped my cum.

"You need a break, we need to save that joy juice for the main event! I'll be back, don't do anything without me!" How I tried to touch my cock, how I wanted to jerk off and end this torment. �I could only wait for her return and my next chance.

It seemed like forever and my excitement had calmed when my mistress returned. �I spit out the dice and this time threw a "3". �Masturbation seemed great, just what I needed. "I love slow masturbation. �It is supposed to be the most intense stimulation a girl can give a guy. �She is in control. �No guy can take the exquisite torment unless he is bound and helpless. The girl takes him to the edge then decides what happens!" She lubed me with oil then began rubbing the length of my cock from the base to the tip, she went went slowly maybe 30 seconds or more for each stroke. After a dozen or more intense, maddening, slow strokes she gave me about five quick strokes almost enough to make me cum. �Then returned to the slow strokes. Slow then fast, slow then fast, I struggled, I begged, slow then fast. �She started doing only a couple fast stroke because I was very excited. �Then slow and only one, then slow and when I started tensing my abs, a painful pinch to the head of my cock to stop the ejaculation. �She left me alone again suffering from denied orgasm.

Next I drew a 3. �She lubed my ass and put on a surgical glove. �She toyed with my ass, played with my crack, pulled the hair around my ass hole. �Slowly pushed her finger inside me. �"I never have done this before. �I love the way you struggle and your hole grabs my finger so tight. �What is this I feel? Let me rub it!" I felt a weird intense pleasure building inside me. �She watched my reactions and eased up when I got too excited. �"I never thought I could have so much power over a guy with just my little finger. �I could do this forever." �It seemed like forever to me, the feeling was wonderful but she never went far enough. �Always just a little more and I could cum. �Always denied. �I was covered with sweat from my struggles. �At last she withdrew her finger, and left me alone again.

I had lost hope when I spit out the dice again. �She grabbed me about the neck an kissed me, "We won, you can have sex! Even better, so can I!" �She kissed me, played with my nipples and balls until I was rock hard. �She rolled a condom on me and lubed me up. �She got down on all fours in front of me, god was she hot! I tried to reach her with my cock but couldn't make it. �She backed up a little and guided the head of my cock inside her. I began moving, I couldn't reach far but it felt so good. �She liked feeling me just inside her a lot. �I kept struggling and rubbing my cock inside her. �She started moaning and yelling. �She backed up closer to me. �I could reach deeper into her. �Not deep enough to cum but it felt so good. �She backed up more and I thrust all the way in, I pushed hard and deep. �Faster and faster. �We yelled together yes, yes. �I began to cum. �The hours of frustration poured out in shot after shot of cum, in extreme pleasure, in long awaited relief, in contented relaxation. �It was the best ever. �She told me how great it was for her. �After a few minutes she pulled out, gently removed the condom, put it to my mouth. �I savored the salty taste and she kissed me deep and shared the taste. �

She untied the rope from my collar and my feet from the the end of the bed, and uncuffed my hands. �We lay in each other's arms more lovers than mistress and slave. �We held each other all night until the light of the sunrise on the awakening city woke us.

The Party

I was on top of her feeling the warmth and softness of her body with my whole body. �I began to kiss her softly then kissed her neck and breasts. �I supported my weight on my arms and looked deeply into her eyes and was about to ask her if she wanted sex. �Before I could speak she smiled and said simply "Yes, my Slave, I want you! You really look sexy with the slave collar around your neck." �She took a condom from the bedside table and rolled it onto my throbbing cock then slowly and gently lubed it up until my cock was rock hard and throbbing. �Supporting my weight with my arms, I played inside her cunt with the tip of my cock. �I explored until I found that magical spot that drove her crazy with desire. �Her pleasure slowly built until she was pleading for me to go deep inside her. �Slowly I thrust �my cock all the way in. �I moved slowly in and out enjoying my power to pleasure and excite my mistress. �I paced myself as long as I could until I could no longer hold back and we moved together in powerful spasms release wave upon wave of sexual release. �We held that embrace in relaxed contentment with me still enjoying being inside her and her enjoying the feel of a young man at his sexual prime.�

We spent a great day together. �We took a shower together soaping each other up and touching �all over our naked wet bodies then dried each other off with thick, fluffy, white towels. �She put on a thick white robe which made her look even more sexy than when she was naked. She told me that she preferred me naked because I had such a great body and she loved looking at it. �I cooked breakfast and explained to her all the tricks about cooking that I learned while working as a short order cook in a diner in my home town. �She got a kick out of being served by a naked teen and loved it when I started getting an erection again. �We ate sitting across from each other at the small table in the kitchen. �Soon I felt her feet in my crotch playing with my hard �boner and balls while I pretended nothing was happening and continued to eat. �Both of us finally broke out laughing. �

She showed me her balcony onto which the mid-morning sun was now shining. It was cleverly screen from view. �She put down a quilt and took off her robe. �We sunned nude next to each other for a long time. �Samantha explained how morning sun is the best way to get a tan. �We played with each other's bodys like a couple of junior high kids discovering sex and had a great time.

We started getting hungry, she took us out to a great deli. Seated across from each other in the crowded restaurant, I could see when she got the idea. �She slipped off her shoes and I felt her feet start to play with my crotch. �Since I wasn't wearing underwear, it felt pretty good even through my Levis. �"I've got to buy you some good new clothes if you are going to be my escort. �Besides this would be a lot more fun if you were wearing shorts!" �After lunch she took me to some very expensive shops. �She decided that the preppy look was best for me, clean cut, boy next door, but with a little kink. �The clerk laughed when she bought me some skimpy white briefs then handed me the package and I went into the changing room and came back with the empty package. �Obviously, I had been going commando. � �She found the right shorts, sort of loose and pretty short so her feet could easily work their way to my goods. �After a couple hours she said that we had to get back and mentioned something about a party. As we passed a sex store she told me to wait outside while she bought me something special. �When she came out, she reached up to my neck and locked a stainless steel chain around my neck with a small brass lock. �She stepped back and admired her gift, "Subtle, you can wear that chain anywhere and only people into bondage will know you are a slave." I tried to guess what was in the other package but she wouldn't give me a clue as I carried the packages back to her condo. �I liked the feeling of looking good: expensive blazer, khaki slacks, Italian loafers. It felt good knowing that the women and a few guys who stared at me did it because they liked the way I looked.�

It was getting dark when we �returned to her condo. �Trevor admired my new clothes, "You're a pretty sharp looking Dude, I like the preppy look, Tom. �That steel chain locked around your neck with a little brass lock is clever. �Most people would think it was just a goth fashion quirk but in means 'Slave' to those into bondage." �We zipped up to her floor and entered the foyer. Samantha opened a door, "This is your closet, Slaveboy. �It is very convenient since as my slave you will strip naked immediately when you enter my apartment and put your clothes away neatly and properly. �Being naked while I am dressed is a sign of my domination over you. �Besides I love looking at your beautiful young man's body when you are nude!" �After I put away my expensive new clothes, my mistress led me to her room. �

Through the windows the clouds were glowing with the sunset and filled the room with a soft reddish light. �I stretched out on the bed forming an "X" by spreading my arms and legs as my mistress instructed. �She carefully tied a French bowline around my left wrist while explaining how this knot spread the pressure and would not tighten when pulled so it was perfect for putting a submissive in tight but safe bondage. �Feeling her hands on my arms and wrist and the tightness of the rope was almost sensuous. I feel a firm pull on my arm as she tied the free end of the rope to ring fitting at the corner of the bed. �Slowly, gently, and firmly she bound my other arm so it was stretched to the opposite corner. �My mistress tied French bowline knots around each of my ankles. �She took my right leg and pulled as hard as she could before tying the free end to a ring fitting at a corner of the foot of the bed, she used a prussic knot so she could easily take up slack whenever it was needed to keep the tension on my stretched out body. �I tested the ropes and only confirmed how vulnerable my body was to my mistress, I had to trust her completely as I was completely helpless. �She bent down and kissed my forehead tenderly as a mother would do to a child she was putting to bed. �"I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable, I'll be back in a while. �This will give you sometime to think about your helplessness and my absolute power over you!"�

�Alone I pulled and tested the ropes and felt the comforting tightness gripping my wrists and ankles. �I moved my feet in circles thinking how vulnerable they would be to caning or tickling. � As I waited for her return I couldn't help concentrating on different parts of my body and felt the sensations each was giving me. � Lying tied naked to a bed make a guy feel pretty horny and more horny the more he waits. �My feet itched to be touched and rubbed, my lips still felt her kiss, �my nipples burned to be pinched and played with, my cock grew hard waiting for any touch. �Only the dimming of the city gave me a vague sense of time. I heard her footsteps and saw her standing at the foot of the bed looking at me tied spread eagle on the bed. �She began rubbing my feet, massaging the soles with her thumbs, my cock began to harden, "Oh, that feels so good. �It's so good that you are back." She rubbed my legs from my feet up to my crotch, slow, and gentle. "Yes, keep going!" �She sat astride me and moved her hands down my arms, played and tickled my armpits, down my chest, my abs, then back to my nipples and began toying with them. �"That's it , yes, keep doing it, Ma'am!" I was really excited, being helpless and unable to escape made it more exciting. �She kept playing with my nips. �I wanted her to stop, I wanted to move away, I struggle but couldn't get away. �

"I love this giving you so much pleasure that you can't stand it. �No matter how you struggle, I just keep toying with you!" It felt real good. �My cock was rock hard and throbbing, but it was torment because she would not stop the intense stimulation. �I struggled and pulled the ropes, I was moaning and wet with sweat, breathing hard. �Finally she stopped. �She moved back and began slow very slow strokes the length of my cock. The stimulation was even more intense but so slow that relief was impossible. �I could see how much see was enjoying tormenting me. �At last she stopped and kissed me, "I am having a party tonight and have to get ready. �I'll be back to see how you are doing, Enjoy!" �Again I was alone in the dim room, concentrating on all the sensations I could feel in my body. �Aching with the need to ejaculate, knowing it was impossible until she decided the time was right. �

At last she returned, she clipped two clothespins to my abs, a mild sort of fun pain and also put something leather on the bed that I couldn't make out. �"Time to get you ready. �You will be tied here on this bed while I host my party, i'll leave the door open so you can hear us having fun. �I think it will be exciting thinking about you suffering in rope bondage while I'm having fun and free. �Don't worry it shouldn't last more than four hours." While she was talking, she was rubbing my body all over: stretched arms, armpits, chest, nips, abs, taut legs, balls, cock. I wished she would continue then bring me to climax. "I'm a little worried that you might scream in pain and disturb my guests so I bought you a present." She took the leather object, it was a black leather strap with a soft stuffed leather ball attached to the middle of the strap. �She placed the leather ball against my lips, I understood and opened my mouth. �She stuffed the leather ball into my mouth then buckled the leather strap around my head. �The ball filled my mouth, it was a very effective gag. �"Yell, Slave, let's see if this works!" �I tried to yell but only a soft muffled sound came out. �"Good, nobody will hear that with the music playing." �But what would make me scream? I soon found out. �She removed one clothespin from my abs and put it on my right nip. �It was painful but I could handle it. �She played with the pin and watched me writhe as the pain increased. �She put the other clothespin on my other nipple but this time she put it on the very tip. �I screamed into the gag because of the intense pain but only a muffled sound came out. �Samantha was pleased and adjusted the first pin so it also was on the very tip of my nipple and inflicting incredible agony. �She gently kissed me on the lips then on the head of my rock hard cock, "Goodnight, Slaveboy! I can't wait until after the party when we can have sex!" I heard her leave, I could hear her steps going down the hall, she had left the soundproof door ajar. �I struggled helplessly in agony against the tight strong ropes, my body became covered with sweat form my exertions. �I heard the doorbell and my mistress greeting her guests. �How could I stand this torment four hours? I knew I would endure the agony, I had no choice, I was her slave.

I was afraid the first time I heard someone walking down the hall and I knew from the sound that it was not Samantha. �If they came into the room and saw me tied, gagged and tortured, it would be a disaster. Samantha and I would be ruined, she would lose her job and I would be expelled. I Knew my fears were over the top but you can't expect perfect reason from someone who has been alone, isolated, and tormented for hours. The steps stopped, a door closed, and soon I heard a flush. �They had just used the hall washroom. You would think my fear would stop, but each time I heard steps I was sure I would be discovered. �Samantha had be fiendish in devising this psychological torment. �I must have been stuggling in pain and fear for hours. �I had to concentrate on forcing my drool past the ball gag and out of my mouth. �I could feel my face covered with slobber. �At first I let the drew stay in my mouth but then I choked on my saliva, could not cough properly, and was afraid I would drown in my own spit, I couldn't call for help and was really frightened but eventually it cleared itself. �

I heard steps of high heels coming down the hall. �When I expected them to stop, the continued tapping down the hall. �I heard the door to the room open and saw a tall well dressed woman standing in front of me. �She had a astonished and curious expression on her face. �It happened, I was exposed as a teenage perv enslaved by an older femdom dominatrix and I was terrified, humiliated, but most of all I was excited, I wanted her to rub and touch me, I wanted her to make me cum . She went and closed the door then she wiped the slobber off my face with a towel Samantha had dropped on the bed earlier. �"That's better!" she gently traced my arms to my chest, abs balls, thighs, legs, and slowly down to my feet. �She stroked my cock and felt its hardness, I was almost exploding with desire but she stopped. �"I don't want to spoil Samantha's fun after the party!" She unfastened the black leather of the ball gag and eased the leather ball out of my mouth. �"You look like just a kid, how old are you?"�

My mouth and throat were dry and I couldn't talk. She took a glass of water from the table and let me drink and rinse my mouth. �"I just turned 18 and am a student at Columbia. �I'm legal."�

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright. �I like bondage."

She gently stroked my cock again and felt its hardness, "I can see from your boner that a some level you are enjoying this but I can also see you are in terrible pain, Are you alright?"

"Yes, bondage and pain are my thing. �Samantha And I found each other through Getdare. �Yes, I am alright, but if you could jerk me off I would be even better!"

She laughed �real loud, "I learned in kindergarten not to play with other girl's toys." She flicked the clothespins on my nipples and I groaned from the new level of pain. �"You're absolutely sure you are alright?"

"Yes, I am absolutely sure I want to be left here tied and tortured until my mistress releases me."

She removed the clothespin from my nips. �It was a shock and even for a while the pain seemed greater. �She waited a bit then turned one clothespin 90 degress and reattached it to the very tip of my right nip, I yelled in pain but fortunately the sound proof door was closed. �This woman was an expert at inflicting pain. �Then she clipped the other pin to my left nip and again I yelled in pain. � "I'll wait until you think you can endure the pain without �making noise. �We don't want everbody discovering Samantha's cute little secret. I will take the ball gag and discretely give it back to your mistress. �A gagged sub should never be left alone, but I gather you two are still new to this. �Should I leave now?"

"Yes, you may leave, tell her that I will endure the pain and not yell until she returns."

She kissed me on the lips, "You sure are a cute boytoy! Hope the Ice Queen gives you good sex tonight and if she ever tires of you, look me up. I'm Amy."�

"Ice Queen?" I ask.

"That's her nickname on Wall Street. �Anyone who has dealt with her knows that she's the best at getting what she wants and very cool and regal. Therefore 'Ice Queen'." �

I know she left the door open a bit because I can her her heels tapping down the hall.�

I concentrated on not yelling. �I bit my tongue to keep quiet. The pain was worse since Amy had adjusted the clothespins. I struggled and became wet with sweat. �It all depended on me, if I yelled we would be exposed. �I couldn't let that happen not matter how much my nips hurt. �I heard the guests leaving and I had to hold on only a few minutes more. �At last I heard her footsteps and heard her close the soundproof door. I no longer had to control my pain, I let out a bloodcurdling scream. �Samantha kissed me, "My hero! I knew the pain must have been awful, Amy is very experienced! �But I knew I could depend on you, �no matter how much pain you had to endure, you would not betray us. �Although when my friends kept hanging around and not leaving I started to get a little worried. �It was so exciting." �

I thought she would immediately take those dreadful clothespins off, but instead she enjoyed watching me suffer. She sat astride me pressing her cunt to my mouth. �I understood, I had to make her climax with my tongue and get her so excited she would want me inside her, and want wild sex. My tongue was inspired by the pain. �It searched her crevice finding each sensitive area. �Darted around slow then fast until she was moaning, "More, More, More." She move back and despite her excitement she�

rolled a condom on my cock and lubed me up. She mounted me from the top putting just the tip of my cock inside her cunt and playing with it like a dildo. �I was going wild with stimulation but she made sure not enough for me to come. She lowered herself slowly so my cock was entirely inside her and started twisting the clothespins to inflict more pain. �She stared moving gliding up and down, a helped by thrusting as much as I could while being tied down. �

Faster and faster she moved, twisting the pins to inflict more pain. �"Faster, faster, ma'am. �More pain, faster, make me know what it is to fuck the "ice Queen!" �She moved faster, clinched me hard with her cunt, twisted the pins so the pain kept my urge in check. �Faster and harder until my abs tightened, she ripped the clothespins off just as I was about to shoot and the surge of pain forced the hardest and longest shooting of cum I ever had. �It seemed minutes as she held me and I emptied my load in spasm after spasm. �

She held me a long time then gently untied me, massaged my sore limbs, and we cuddled together watching the lights of the city until we both fell asleep.

Samantha was returning after a five day conference in Paris. I had just gotten back from my Saturday rehearsal with the opera. I was what they call a supernumerary or sometimes a "spear carrier". My mistress thought it was a great idea for me to be Cleopatra's slave and since she was a contributor I passed the audition easily. As a cast member, I would attend the opening gala in costume. She really got a laugh out of me dressed as a slave attending the party with her as her slave. I got a look at the sketch for my costume at the rehearsal and it sure won't cost much. It was just a skimpy loincloth that would leave me almost naked in front of a thousand people. That's what I liked about my Mistress, always coming up with something clever to test me.

I was living most of time at her place. She had me convert one of the two large closets in her bedroom to a small room for me, furnished sort of like a cell. A single bed with a sturdy steel frame stood in the center of the room. There were hooks and shelves for Samantha's growing collection of BDSM toys. One wall had eye-bolts where I could be tied to the wall to spend a night in bondage torment without disturbing my mistress's sleep.

I heard the doorbell and her key opening the door. I looked at her smartly dressed figure with desire but as her slave I bowed low to the floor and kissed the tops of her shoes to show my submission.

"Rise slave! You may kiss your mistress." As I stood up, she looked at my cock rising up at an upward angle. She laughed grabbing my cock and fondling it, "Not exactly what I meant by 'rise' but it works." She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to hers and we kissed deeply and eagerly. Finally she pulled away, "That's enough for now Slaveboy. Help me get changed and showered then I'll feel more like enjoying you."

I helped her take off her coat, was tempted to kiss her neck, but remembered the beating she had given me the last time I had been presumptuous. I hung her coat in the closet and followed her into her bedroom wheeling her carry-on. As usual I had set out her thick soft white bathrobe and, by her request when we talked last night on Skype, her favorite outfit: black leather skirt, silk bra, stiletto heels. I was excited because that outfit meant an intense session of torment and sex tonight.

Slowly item by item I undressed her, touching and fondling the skin each removed item revealed. This was not presumptuous of me, my mistress had instructed me to undress her in this sensuous way.

I turned on shower, adjusted, and tested the temperature until it was just right for my mistress. She entered the large shower and I followed soaping her body with my bare hands then took a washcloth and cleaned every millimeter of her body. She teased me by soaping my chest, abs, and then taking a long time soaping my throbbing cock. We stood under the hot steaming water as she hugged me tight and kissed me. We stood there a long time until she was refreshed and relaxed. I dried her off with a big soft fluffy white towel and helped her into her robe. She reclined on the sofa in the living-dining room while I fixed her a martini in her special way. When I brought her the drink, she ordered me to kneel and massage her feet. She had me finish by kissing the tops and bottoms of each foot and sucking each toe.

While I fixed salmon for dinner she asked my about my week. I told her about the rehearsal and the skimpy costume I would have to wear. She laughed said she couldn't wait to see me at the gala in my slave costume. I told her about how I had been having trouble in my drawing class and that one of the senior students, Cindy, was helping me. She laughed when I told her that after almost a week apart and her orders not to jerk off, I was having boners all the time like a junior high kid. We sat down to dinner, Samantha in her robe and me naked. She told me about Paris and said maybe during break I could come along on one of her trips. She asked me how Cindy looked. I told her Cindy had dark hair and complexion and was attractive in a starving artist sort of way.

After dinner we went to the bedroom where I dressed her in her mistress outfit, again slowly, item by item until she stood there transformed into a black clad stern dominatrix. She tightly buckled soft black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. She clipped the ankle cuffs to rings spaced a few feet apart in the floor then touched a switch on the wall that lowered cables down from the ceiling. I stood there with my cock throbbing in anticipation of the helpless bondage I would soon be in. She clipped my wrist cuffs to the cables then touched the switch so the cables slowly pulled me up until I was hanging with my toes barely touching the floor.

My mistress started to slowly tease me playing with my nips until the pleasure began to be almost pain. She asked me, "Cindy seems like a nice girl helping you with the class."

"Yes, mistress, she is nice. My grades really improved in drawing."

"You must have really appreciated the time she took. Were you able to help her with her work? Maybe in English?" I sensed our talk had become interrogation. I was a terrible liar so I had to tell the truth.

"I helped her with her nude sketching class, Mistress."

"I'm impressed. Just a couple months taking a basic drawing class and somehow you are helping a talented female artist with her nude sketching. Please explain, Slaveboy?" She punctuated her question with a couple strong lashes on my abs and chest with a leather flogger.

"After the drawing class was over, the prof let her use the studio to do her nude sketches, Ma'am."

My mistress went to the wall and the cables tightened so I was hanging there all my weight pulling on my arms. My toes no longer touching the floor. "Did your friend have a nude model? Male or female?" Again lashes from the flogger struck my abs and one extremely painful blow struck my cock.

I realized the game was up. I could draw out the questioning but it wouldn't do any good. "OK, Ma'am, I'll come clean. I was Cindy's nude model. I stripped nude for her three days after class. Her drawings were real good, you'd like them. That was it, I just posed for her, nothing else."

It is very bad when your mistress has you in helpless bondage and then gets real angry at you. I felt Samantha lean her full strength into the flogger hitting my back then my abs. "Whose body is this, Slave?"

I said, "It belongs to me, mistress."

"Wrong, try again!" More lashes rained down, even harder if that were possible. I struggled and screamed at each blow and was soon dripping with sweat. Confused I hesitated. I looked at her, she was sweating also from the exertion of whipping me. I was scared, this was the first time she looked as if she had lost control driven only by anger.

More lashes, finally it dawned on me, "It is your body mistress. It belongs to you for your pleasure. I am sorry I displayed my nude body to another woman." I was relieved as she hesitated and I saw her change back into the 'Ice Queen', completely in control, contemplating how best to enjoy making me suffer for my transgression and how to discover the limits of my transgression.

She began to beat every part of my body stopping after each beating to ask "Who do these arms belong to?" and I answered each time "These are your arms, they are for your pleasure!" She continued to chest ass, legs, ending at searing blows to my feet both to the tops and the sensitive bare soles. My arms ached from the weight of my writhing body and there was hardly a place on my body that did not sting from the whipping. She hadn't forgotten those places. She went to my room and soon returned with some items. She took the small leather flogger in her right hand and pulled my cock away from my balls with her left and then began to whip my balls until I was screaming in constant pain and tears streamed from my eyes. Each lash felt like a kick in the balls. I begged, "Please stop Mistress, I can't take the pain anymore!"

"Don't be silly Slave, of course you can take, it you don't have any choice and I certainly don't have any mercy for you after you stripped naked for that girl! Besides your cock is still hard as a rock so I think you are enjoying this beating."

"Yeooow, I'm kinda mixed up, pain gets me so hot and excited but this is the most you ever hurt me, ma'am. But my cock is right - I don't want you to stop. I like the way you give me pain." She stopped after a few more minutes but my balls still throbbed with pain. Time for my line,"These are your balls mistress. They belong to you and I hope they still work and can continue to give you pleasure." I regretted my smart ass remark the minute I said it and I watched the anger grow on her face then a little smile, then a hearty full out laugh and I knew I had lucked out this time.

She began to whip my cock with the small leather flogger, small enough it would not permanently damage my cock but excruciatingly painful. Within minutes my cock was bright red and throbbing in pain. I saw that my pain excited her and she was driven to increase my pain and her excitement. Occasionally she would hold my cock to judge if it was still hard enough to permit her to increase my torment. Each time she touched my swollen member, the pain of her touch on the tender skin and cock head shot through my body like a shock and was double as she squeezed it to test its hardness. She saw the pain this caused and she delighted in squeezing harder. The squeezing of my cock did not excite me much, although my cock burned and stung at her touch, the sensitivity had been dulled by the whipping. She continued to whip my cock until my body dripped with sweat from writhing against my restraints and I was screaming in constant pain with tears streaming from my eyes. When she finally stopped I sobbed my line, "This is your cock mistress. It belongs to you for your pleasure."

She thought for a minute the smiled deviously,"Slaveboy, it has been a week since you pleasured me with your cock and I was expecting to enjoy you tonight. I will not be deprived of the pleasure of my slave's cock just because he was a cheating asshole and stripped naked for some little bitch! You will use that overgrown worm to fuck me and give me pleasure until I am completely satisfied!"

She touched the switch on the wall and eased the tension on my arms until my feet were standing solidly on the floor and the pain in my stretched arms began to go away. "Yes, mistress. You have gotten me so excited by tormenting me, I am sure this is going to be something special!"

Samantha kicked off her stiletto heeled shoes then slowly enticingly removed her black mesh stockings. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Yes, this fuck will be very special for you." and smiled a devious smile. "I'm still not sure you didn't screw that little bitch, so just to be safe I'll put this condom on your cock. " She rolled a condom onto my eager burning cock then she took of her black lace bra, threw it aside, and tauntingly rubbed her breasts against my chest. The pain of the touch of here soft full breasts on the stinging whip welts covering my chest lasted only seconds and multiplied my desire. I tried to reach her beautiful pink nipples with my mouth and tongue but she teased me by keeping her nips just beyond my reach. "You can if you really try, Slaveboy", she laughed. I strained with all my strength to pull down on my arms to gain those millimeters. When I reached her nip, I began to suck slowly and softly then harder as she began to moan. Soon she pressed her other nip to my mouth and I sucked that one until she was was satisfied and pulled back.

She stripped off here leather skirt and thought, "I'm still a little worried, let me put another condom on you." She slowly rolled the second condom over the first. I desperately wanted to get inside her cunt and get release after a week of denial so I didn't think much about the second condom. She seemed to have about the same idea. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly rubbing her breasts against my sweat covered chest. �I just love the feeling of a strong young helpless man, I love the smell of fear that mingles with his sweat.� Samantha rubbed her lace panties against my swollen throbbing cock still sensitive and sore from the beating. The rubbing was painful but the pain made it even more exciting. Her mouth found mine and I kissed her hard and deep. I had to excite her so much that she would order me to fuck her because as a slave I was not permitted to ask for her pleasures. She pulled away, stripped off her panties, grabbed and squeezed my cock, �Slaveboy I want you to give me all the pleasure I desire with this beautiful boner, I want to feel it all inside me, I want to feel you thrusting with uncontrolled desire.�

�Yes, mistress. Let me give you pleasure!� She pushed her cunt gently against my member and I moved around to stimulate her most sensitive spot. The tip of my cock burned from the beating and was a little numb but I soon heard sounds of pleasure from her and she pushed herself slowly steadily onto my cock. I moved slowly in and out trying to control myself against the pangs of desire I felt. The soreness and pain I felt from the beating my cock endured only added to my excitement.

�Harder, faster, Loverboy!� she commanded and I thrust madly hard and fast listening to her moans of satisfaction, faster, I had to cum, just a little harder and I could cum. She moans �YES! YES! YES!, keep going!� Harder I tried, obsessed with getting to the peak so I could cum, I pounded madly, furiously and was just on the edge. Each thrust caused pain to shoot through my body from the welts the strap had left on my cock. �God keep going, That’s it.Yes!� she moaned and then pushed herself off me. �I need a break, Slaveboy! That was wonderful!� I was in torment, on the edge just about there and now nothing. She lay on the bed watching me, �Don’t worry big boy, I’ll give you another chance!�

My mistress poured herself a glass of wine and slowly savored the wine and slowly savored the sight of a young sex obsessed man denied release. After a while she came back, pulled herself onto my cock and the made thrusting repeated, her cries of pleasure even stronger, my desperation stronger, again she paused after several climaxes and watched me from her bed. Finally she spoke, �You’re pretty smart, Tom, have you figured my torture out yet?�

�I don’t know, mistress. I haven’t had an orgasm for a week, you beat my cock until it was sore and pretty numb, and then you put two condoms on me. I’m driven to fuck you and get release but my cock can't get enough stimulation so I just stay on the edge. You’re using me as a human dildo. That’s cruel!�

�Yes, it’s cruel and I love it! The best part is you are helpless, when I pull myself onto your cock again you’ll be even more driven with a passion to cum and that will make my climax even better.� My mistress again pulled herself onto me and again driven by the intense stimulation after being denied release for a week I gave her climax and climax until she again pulled off and rested.

Samantha let her gaze wander over the young body she held in her power, she started at her slave’s bare feet on the cold tile floor, close together, with wrist-cuffs clipped to a ring in the floor, up the slave’s strong legs, glistening with sweat over the angry red welts left by her whip. She lingered at the throbbing erect cock with a growing desire to feel its bulk inside her just one more more time tonight. She watched the six pack abs move in and out as her slave breathed heavily after his futile for sexual exertions. See delighted in the bright red marks covering his smooth silky chest, she had shown her slave what it meant to displease his mistress. Her desire grew as she savored his boyish face crowned with unruly tousled hair, his eyes burning with desire for relief that she had no intention of granting, at least for now. The handsome mouth that tasted so sweet. His arms extended overhead in a �V� to where the ceiling cables pulled his wrist-cuffs. His armpits with just a little curly reddish hair were dripping with testosterone laden sweat. She loved the taste of his salty sweat and began to fixate on an idea.

�Slaveboy, you have such a beautiful body I just can’t resist enjoying it.� She began dragging her nails starting at my feet, up my legs, over my abs, up my chest, around my nips, through my armpits, and up my arms. My whole body shivered with excitement as the feel of the nails alternated between extreme pleasure when over smooth spots on my skin and extreme pain as the nails raked over the angry welts from her whip. She began licking my chest, my nips and did not stop as I struggled against the intense sensations. She smiled and I knew that next would be something she really had been thinking about. She moved from my nips and onto my armpits voraciously licking the most sexually potent elixir my body produced. The hungry movement of her lips and tongue on the sensitive skin of my armpits was unbelievable. When she was satisfied, she pulled my head down and let me suck her nipples then held me close and eased her cunt over the tip of my cock. I moved around slowly sensually and she soon began making sounds of pleasure and pushed herself deeper over me. As her pleasure increased I built the tempo, our excitement mounted together until she was yelling with mad pleasure. I moved ever more frantically trying to get enough sensation through the double condoms on my cock. At last she peaked and pulled off leaving me still without release of the immense pressure that had built up inside me. She patted my double condom clad cock, and laughed deviously, �Poor little boy.�

Samantha poured herself another drink and smiled as she watched my discomfort at having been denied an orgasm after she had driven me to the heights of passion. �That was fun, Slaveboy. I’d love to do it again but I feel real good right now.� She unclipped my right ankle cuff and put it on a ring farther out. She did the same on the other side so my legs were spread out and my body formed a �X�. She went to the wall and touched the switch so that the cables pulled my arms until I was suspended in the air with my toes unable to touch the floor. She pulled the condoms off my cock and laughed as the pre-cum dripped from the tip of my boner. �Still excited I see. That’s what I like about you, the way you love pain.� She went to my room and came back with a bunch of red painted alligator clips. Samantha had had me paint the clips we bought with a color code. She had tried each on my nips and the most painful clips were painted red. She asked me in a too calm voice, �Tom, now tell me all about the times you spent naked with Cindy� .......................

Samantha gently raked her nails down the sensitive skin of the underside of my left arm now exposed by my arms being suspended from cables. She teased me by pulling the hairs in my armpit and smiled as her other hand clipped the metal teeth of an alligator clip on the fold of skin created by pulling the hairs. �Yeooowww!� I screamed as the intense pain surged through my body. My screaming continued as she intensified my pain by applying a clip to my right armpit. She rested on her bed observing the agony she was making me endure. After a few minutes as I adjusted to the level of pain my cries of pain softened than stopped completely. �That’s very good Slaveboy, I really need to hear your story about you stripping naked for that slut and senseless screaming, although I sort of enjoy it, will only extend your ordeal. According to my book ‘SM 101’ a constant rising level of pain makes the submissive more attentive and co-operative.�

�Mistress, if this is a low level of pain I can’t imagine what a high level of pain would be!�

�Don’t worry about that. Just tell your story, and every time I catch you in a discrepancy or being evasive, I will increase your pain. Perhaps by the end of this session you will know what real pain feels like. I really am looking forward to making you suffer for what you did before I throw you out! Now let me hear your story!�

I quickly told my story in the briefest form I could. Cindy’s project was to do a series of sketches of the male body. She had helped me so much in basic drawing and I had seen nude models of both sexes posing for classes that it didn’t seem like a big deal. I posed like she told me to and she sketched while I held the pose. It was hard to stay in one position for a long time. We talked a little about things while she was drawing. Each session lasted about 45 minutes and then I got dressed an left. She is very good, she gave me one sketch that she didn’t think was quite good enough. It is in by backpack, I think you would like it.�

Samantha goes into my room and returns with the sketch. �You are right, Slaveboy, this girl has real potential. I like the casual confident attitude of the naked young man in this picture and the care with which she defined his body. The face shows what can be done with a few strokes, generic and identifiable only to someone who knows you well but very expressive. The hard erection confidently saluting the viewer with the bulging veins showing the burning desire and passion under that casual expression.� My mistress took another clip and holding the tip of my cock with her other hand, pinched the biting metal teeth on the tender skin on the underside of my cock just below the ridge under the head. My pain level jumped to a new level and I instinctively yelled. �Slaveboy, I like to hear you scream but we have work to do so I can completely understand the depths of you transgression. Perhaps you need a little more pain to co-operate.�

�Ma’am, I will concentrate.� I controlled my pain and began the story again but this time she questioned me on every point. I told her the sessions began in the studio five minutes after class was over. I described the raised platform for the model with the only prop a bare wooden chair.�

�What was the name of this series of sketches your friend was drawing?� my mistress asked punctuating the question with a slap on my hard cock.

I held my breath to absorb the pain then answered,�Young Man Undressing. The idea was that a muscular man was stripping off his clothes for... The reason was to be left to the viewer. Possibly for a lover, female or male, or maybe just to view himself in a mirror, maybe to jerk off. Maybe even a customer who will pay him for his services. We talked about the feelings the subject might be having so that my poses would be more realistic.��

�Well you didn’t just strip naked immediately, That’s good.� I should have corrected Samantha's her misunderstanding then but I couldn’t face any more pain just then. I explained all the variations we went through. Shoes and socks first then shirt or the other way around, bend over to take them off or put foot on the chair, how far to pull the shirt off when she drew the shirt being pulled over my head, what pose when the shirt is off. That was how far we got the first session, barefoot, shirtless, worn Levis. Cindy did four or five sketches before she was satisfied.

�Tell me how your cock behaved, Slaveboy� my mistress asked while squeezing my cock as hard as she could and twisting.

I paused again to adjust to the pain before answering, �This was Monday and you and I had had great sex before the car picked you up for your flight. I felt a little sexy but my cock behaved. It was full but not erect, Cindy liked the way it looked, said it was perfect for drawing.� I immediately regretted that I hadn’t come clean at the start. I told her that Cindy had asked me to remove all my clothes when we started so she could get a good idea of my body before starting on the sketches. That was when she told me she liked the way my full cock looked. I saw my mistress’s eyes flash with anger before the blank stare of the �Ice Queen� covered her face.

�Mistress, I didn’t tell you that I didn’t strip naked for her immediately. You just assumed that.�

She pinched the head of my cock and yanked it with all her strength, �A slave doesn’t argue with his mistress!� This time I couldn’t stop myself from yelling as she took a thin rope and tied it around my ball sack just below the base of my cock. She used a knot that allowed her to tighten the turns of rope around my ball sack but would not get tighter when the end was pulled. It almost drove me mad with desire for relief as I felt her hands manipulating my testicles and the tension in my balls grew more and more painful. I could see her excitement as she threaded the end of the rope through a ring in the floor centered directly under me laughing out loud as she pulled the rope tight causing excruciating pain to my balls and forcing me to howl in agony. �I can’t believe how much fun it is to torture a helpless stud, I don’t think I’ll ever be content with just sex again. I think I’ll watch you struggle in torment awhile before we take the next step.� She rested on her bed watching me for a long time until I finally adjusted to the new intense level of agony and stopped yelling.�

She went to my room and returned with a flexible wooden cane which she tested by swooshing through the air. Samantha smiled as she eyed my round firm ass, �I think I am really going to enjoy caning that cute little ass of yours. I will lay 10 strokes on you and you must count each one and thank me. If you forget, I start over.� from her tone I knew there was something she hadn’t told me.

She wound up and I heard the cane whistle through the air and then it hit. �Yeoow!� I screamed as the pain hit me. I struggled and jerked by body, �OH good! My balls. I can’t take this! Owwwww!� Now I knew the other part, if I struggled my movements would jerk my balls against the rope my mistress had tied from my balls to the ring on the floor.

�Yes, Slaveboy, it is very important that you take this caning without struggling if you want to preserve your balls! I hope you won’t forget to count this time! Remember, this is what happens when you deceive your mistress.�

I concentrated on counting and thanking my mistress for beating me.... �Seven, Thank you mistress!� This concentration on the count helped me endure the pain but I started to feel something warm drip down my ass, I guessed it was blood. I tried to hold still but it was impossible and by the time I reached ten I felt I had been kicked in the balls by a kick-boxer and didn’t think I would ever get over the pain but down deep I knew it would just get worse. But damn, each stroke of the cane on my ass made me desire her only more and my cock was throbbing with lust for her body.�

She put the dripping red end of the cane to my mouth and had me lick my own blood off it. �Now where were we, yes tell me about your second session with Cindy.�

The pain had me feeling like in a daze and the words tumbled out without my control. I explained how I stripped down to my Levis and she posed me in various ways unbuttoning the fly then with it a little open. She decided she didn’t like my briefs showing so she had me strip down then put the Levis on without underwear. She liked this better the way my pubic hair showed when the Levis were half open. Cindy laughed when my hard cock bounced out and said most guys jerk off before modeling to avoid getting erections. I explained that someone real special was out of town for the week and I had promised not to relieve myself until she returned. I concentrated on doing math in my head and my cock soon was full but soft and we could continue. I posed with my Levis pulled down exposing me completely and with them dropped to my ankles. Cindy noticed she was late for her next class, kissed me on the cheek, and told me the sketches she made were great and rushed out the door.

My mistress looked at me, �So you are standing there naked with your pants around your feet and this girl kisses you? Please explain but first let me give you a little more pain to help you remember to whom you belong!� I was hanging naked completely exposed to my sadistic mistress’s whims. Tears flowed from my eyes, although I had adjusted to each new level of pain, I felt all the pain intensely. I followed her hand as she slowly teasingly moved a red clip to my right nip and then felt blazing pain as the metal teeth bit into the tender skin. With all the pain I was in a sort of fog but also sort of excited too wondering how much I could or would have to take. I screamed and jerked at the new pain and by jerking multiplied my torment as I jerked the rope pulling on my balls. This time she did not wait for my struggles and screams to stop but slowly moved another red clip to my other nip which renewed my screaming and jerking.�

At last the fog returned and I recovered enough to continue. �Mistress, Cindy kisses everybody when she meets them and when she goes, it’s her way of saying hello or goodbye. It isn’t meant to be sexy just friendly. If I hadn’t been so horny, it wouldn’t have even given me a hard-on.�

Samantha began to look angry then relaxed and tousled my hair, �Slaveboy, you sound so innocent and look so cute, I almost want to believe you. But right now you need to suffer for allowing yourself to get excited over that bitch!� She grabbed my throbbing cock in her hand just below the head and slowly moved a red aligator clip to that most sensitive area.�

�No, not that Ma’am, I’ll do anything you want, Please NO!�

�No problem, Tom. Just admit to me that you screwed that skinny artistic bitch behind my back!�

�But I didn’t screw her, ma’am. I was loyal to you, that was why I was getting so many erections. No one can excite me the way you can, Mistress.�

�OK, you made your choice! Enjoy! And you are perverse enough that you probably will.� She pressed to open the clip, positioned it at the top just behind the piss hole and let go. The sharp metal teeth bit in and my mind was a red blur of pain only made worse as my reaction jerked my balls against that damned rope tied to them. It took a long time for my screams to die down but finally they did. �Now please tell me about the modeling session this afternoon.�

�Since I knew I would be posing nude today I went over to the platform and started undressing as the class was leaving. I tried to keep my mind off anything about sex to keep my cock down. Cindy came over and kissed me on the cheek then sat down to sketch me. She suggested a different pose and when I couldn’t get it right came up and moved my arms, legs, and head to where she wanted them. Her touch on my skin started to get me hard. Dwayne kidded me that posing for Cindy would be a lot easier if I were gay. Martha laughed and said that it wouldn’t make much difference because then I would get hot looking at Dwayne. I concentrated on thinking about math and other non-stimulating things. Although my cock was getting a little heavier and full, everything went fine until there was about10 minutes left to go and I started to think about you coming back that evening and how you would but me into bondage. Suddenly my cock popped up into a rock hard boner. Professor Jones came into the studio and laughed telling Cindy she may not want to make this sketch too realistic but she made it very realistic and gave it to me as she kissed me on the cheek and left for her next class.�

My mistress asked who Dwayne and Martha were and I told her they were other art students who hung around and sketched me. The studio was open to any student and it was considered rude not to let others draw your model. She asked about the professor and I told her that he often did his paperwork at his desk while Cindy was sketching me and I got the idea that he liked looking at my body. Samantha asked many detailed questions and punctuated anything the sounded like a discrepancy with a painful stroke of the cane across my ass or abs. �Slaveboy, I am finally convinced that you did not fuck that girl. It is good that I again feel I can trust you and we can continue having unprotected sex with fear of STD. I had no idea how much I could love tormenting you. The greater your pain, the more excited I got.�

�Yeah, Mistress. I have never been more excited but the pain is horrible.�

�I understand and I really can’t play with your cock with these clips on it.� Samantha removed the clip from the tip of my cock and I yelled at the burst of pain that shot through me as she removed it and yelled also when she removed the clip from the skin of my shaft. She pulled a little on the thin rope that was pulling my balls toward the floor. �I heard that I guy cannot cum if his balls are being pulled down, do you believe that, Slaveboy?�

�Maybe Ma’am, I tried it when I jerked off and it seems to work that way but I get excited pretty fast and let go of my balls pretty soon so I really don’t know.��

�Since you seem to be very desperate to cum, this would be a good time to test whether holding your balls down makes you unable to cum.� Samantha knelt in front of me and began sucking the tip of my cock and teasing it with her tongue. The sensations drove me wild with lust and I struggled against the leather cuffs that held my wrists and ankles and the rope that pulled my balls. I looked down on a beautiful woman dressed as a dominatrix in all black kneeling in front of me, the sight was unbelievably exciting. Although it might have appeared that she was submissive she was really dominating me by stimulating my throbbing member to extreme heights which she could do only because that damned rope prevented me from climaxing. She enjoyed my struggles as she brought me to the edge and kept me there with no possibility of relief. She looked up at the clips on my nipples, smiled, reached up with both hands and twisted them painfully. I howled with pain and she only sucked me harder and deeper. The pain multiplied my sexual desires that she continued to deny. She took me deeper and deeper into her throat, I pleaded for her to suck me a harder so I could cum. My impudence was answered by her turning and pulling the clips on my nipples and left me writhing in agony and pleasure.�

Finally Samantha stopped the blow job and lay on her bed watching my sweat drenched body struggle against the leather cuffs and the rope pulling my balls while I moaned in torment. Slowly and sensuously she kicked off her stiletto heels and threw off her short black leather skirt. As my lust built, she slowly peeled off her black lace stockings and then her black silk bra. She got up and stood on a box in front of me so that if I bent my face down I could reach her boobs with my tongue and lips. �Yes, I want you to lick my nipples and give me pleasure, Slaveboy!� I bent down and started licking and sucking and a frenzy while she giggled with enjoyment. She pressed her panties against my cock and reached to remove the clips on my armpits as my mouth pleasured her. She withdrew and pulled off her panties then stuffed them in my mouth still warm and wet from her juices, the smell and taste were intoxicating. She gave the rope a hard tug and laughed at my scream muffled by her panties but then to my relief she untied the rope from the ring on the floor and relieved the tension on my balls. Her soft hands touching and manipulating by balls was maddening as she untied the other end of the rope from around my ball sack. She laughed, �I’d better be careful, I don’t want you to cum now that there is noting pulling down your jewels.� Her touch felt good although when she touched the welts on my cock I felt a sharp pain that I almost enjoyed.

She touched the switch on the wall and lowered me until my feet touched the floor and I could lower my arms to my shoulders which felt so good. She unbuckled the leather cuffs from my ankles and wrists and let me move around to get the kinks out of my muscles. �That was intense and I really had fun tormenting you but now I want the pleasure of you enjoying my body. Get on my bed and kneel so I can tie up your feet. It really turns me on when you are tied up with rope even if it is mostly symbolic.� I knelt on the bed and felt her tying my feet together at my ankles with some rough hemp rope, just the sensation of her tying me up made my excitement grow. She lay on the bed in the dim light with her legs spread in front of me, I knew what she wanted and bent down and began sucking her cunt starting slowly and softly exploring the sensitive spot with my eager tongue. As she began to moan in appreciation, my tongue ventured further and probed more aggressively as she pleaded for more. She began to climax over and over then paused and had me kneel between her legs so I could fondle her boobs while she played with the clips on my nipples twisting and pulling them to give me sexually exciting pain. I leaned over and kissed her until her excitement built again. �I want you inside of me just your tip at first then more and more until I have all of you, I want to slowly enjoy you until I am at a peak.� She twisted the clips agonizingly, �But Slaveboy, you are not to cum unless I order you. But if I order you to cum, I want to feel all the intensity that built up in a week of denial and hours of torture.�

�Yes Mistress, My Love, I am at your command and will obey your every wish!�
I wasn’t as confident as I made out. The pressure inside me was so intense I hoped I could last until she ordered me to cum. I didn’t even let myself think of the possibility that she would not let me cum tonight. I supported my weight with my arms as I teased her cunt with the tip of my throbbing cock and she played with the clips. We slowly began sweating and breathing heavily as our excitement mounted. She asked me to enter and I slowly pushed my way in pausing often to let my excitement calm then began thrusting very slowly. Now I was happy that my cock was numb from the beating she had given it because that allowed me to continue slowly to bring her to climax.�

She began to moan as she approached her peak, �Oh, Tom, you feel so good, keep going. Now I want to feel all your strength, I want you to fuck me hard and
I want to feel your cum fill me up!� I began to move harder and faster and she screamed, �More! More! Harder! Harder!� She twisted the clips until my screams of pain answered her. Each thrust of my swollen whip marked cock was agony and extreme joy. I never had lasted so long, finally her cries of pleasure were answered by explosive shot after shot of my seed until I was completely spent and she had her last climax. I rose up on my arms and kissed her deeply and she removed the clips from my nipples so I could embrace her in my arms while we both fell into exhausted and satisfied slumber.

It was almost noon when we awoke. We hugged and kissed and my red swollen cock hardened, I winced with pain as I entered my mistress and both of us were extremely excited by the pain I had to suffer in order to fuck her. My cock was still somewhat numb so it took a long agonizing time before I could cum while she was enjoying climax after climax. "I can't believe how much I enjoy making you suffer! Last night was outstanding, Slaveboy. This morning too."

After we finished, I got out of bed, each movement was painful from the beating my mistress had inflicted. Samantha had me stand in front of the 3-way mirror so I could appreciate the penalty for deceiving my mistress. My chest and back were covered with red welts, my ass bright red with some dried blood over a few places where the lashes had broken the skin. "I love the way those marks look on your cute boytoy body. However, I better call the sex shop to see if they have something so the marks will heal by Friday when you are a slave for the queen at the grand opening of the opera. " She called while I began making Eggs Benedict for brunch. "She said there wasn't anything good at the sex shop but she has a tube of ointment which she got from a druggist friend. I heals welts in a few days. She said she would deliver it as long as she can see the welts on your naked body and help put on the ointment. I told her OK, it sounds like fun!" We ate breakfast, Samantha in here white fluffy robe and me naked of course. As I put the dishes away, the intercom buzzed, "Yes, I was expecting her. Send her right up." My mistress smiled, "Stand by the door and open it the second the doorbell rings. That'll give her a nice surprise!"

When the door bell rang I opened the door quickly, "Good morning, Mistress Lydia, come in!"

Lydia slowly looked me up and down, "Brave new world! Boy would I like to play with that body!" then she came in and closed the door. I took her coat and her mistress outfit with black lacy bra and stockings started turning me on. She handed my mistress the ointment. "Sister, you must of been really pissed to beat your slave so hard."

"Yeah, I got carried away a little, but it sure was fun for me and it turned on this pain slut on too. I never saw him more excited. Let's go to my bedroom and you can help me put this ointment on my slaveboy."

I led the way to the bedroom and stood in the space between the floor to ceiling corner windows and the bed and waited for orders. Samantha dropped her white robe and told me not to move while they applied the ointment. Samantha stood in back and Lydia in front. They began on my arms, rubbed the stinging salve into my chest and back while I stood still. Lydia stripped off her bra and had me lick her boobs which instantly excited me and I moved to get more tit and felt a hard slap on my face, "Slave, you are not to move!"

"Yes Mistress Lydia, I'm sorry!" The girls delighted in their game, teasing me, rubbing my ass, nips, and cock until I couldn't take anymore and squirmed then they would slap my skin, still sore and tender from last night's beating, hard and painfully.

"He is moving too much, I'll have to hang him spread-eagle so he can't move. Slave stand with your feet by the cuffs on the floor." Samantha ordered.

As I moved to the cuffs, Lydia said, "I have a better idea. Bend over and put your hands by the cuffs on the floor." When I bent over she buckled the cuffs onto my wrists.

Samantha understood immediately and went to the switch to lower the cuffs hanging from the ceiling to the floor. "Great idea, this is so much fun. As long as this is safe." As Lydia bucked these cuffs to my ankles, I understood and knew what they were up to. My mistress tightened the ceiling cables and slowly drew my feet up. At first I was horizontal then inch by inch my ankles feet were slowly lifted toward the ceiling until I was suspended upside down and continued until I was stretched tightly upside down in a "X" position.

Lydia grabbed my erect throbbing cock and gave it a good pull and laughed, "Our little friend won't be moving much any more. We have to watch to be sure he doesn't lose consciousness but he is in real good shape so I don't expect that. We should be able to torment him pretty much as long as we want."

It was disorienting to be suspended upside down but not painful at first. I was held motionless by a firm tension of the cables on the padded cuffs that actually felt pretty good. Lydia was standing in front of me, I looked up and saw her blow directly onto my throbbing erect cock. The sensation was extremely sensual and drove me wild. Samantha was behind reaching between my spread legs to slowly rub the erogenous area between my balls and asshole. There was something about two girls playing and teasing a guy at the same time that is mind blowing. Because I was hung upside down, Lydia's black leather skirt rubbed against my face and soon she dropped her skirt and let me smell her black lace panties which I started probing with my tongue. She encouraged me by gently licking my cock and I bit the panties to pull them down and began exploring her wet cunt with my eager tongue. Meanwhile Samantha's fingers were busy teasing my ass, circling and probing my ass hole, reaching up and rubbing my legs until she reached my bare soles which she rubbed sensuously. Driven by building desire my tongue thrust harder and faster into the cunt pressing against my mouth and the girl answered by grabbing my hair and pulling my head and mouth harder against her and teasing my cock vigorously with her tongue. Samantha's tongue began licking my ass then licked around my hole and when her insistent tongue probed and pushed into my hole. My whole body shuddered with unbearable excitement but since I was in strict bondage I had to endure that pleasure that reached an intensity that bordered pain. I channeled all this intensity into my thrusting tongue that pleasured Lydia into moaning for more and harder as she climaxed over and over before she finally relaxed in exhausted bliss and hugged me around my ass resting her head against my cock then Samantha stopped licking my ass and encircled her arms around me and Lydia and gently stroked her hair.

After a few minutes, they whispered together then Lydia went to my room and returned with a flogger made of soft suede leather strips. Samantha naked stood in front of me and blew on my pulsing boner and pushed her crotch against my face. My tongue almost automatically began gently traversing this well known area, first the labia, next the clitoris but very softly until her excitement built, then firmer until moans of pleasure started and my mistress's tongue answered by teasing my lustful cock and her hands pressed my head tighter and tighter to her cunt. Suddenly I felt stinging lashes on my back and my body writhed helplessly to escape this new pain but my movements only excited Samantha more. Lydia explained, "Don't worry Samantha, these soft suede strips will be painful but won't do any more damage to your slave's skin." The lashes grew in pain as they moved from my back to my ass up my legs then rained on the sensitive bare soles of my feet held motionless by the black padded cuffs which suspended them in motionless vulnerability. As the pain built, my excitement built and my writhing body and expert tongue brought my beautiful naked mistress to loud cries of joy as she climaxed over and over. Finally her passion subsided and she told me to stop and we hugged tightly for a long time. At last she pulled away from me and dropped exhausted onto the bed.

Lydia joined her on the soft bed and they rested while hugging and caressing each other and enjoying the sight of their helpless slave in growing agony from the inverted bondage and orgasm denial they imposed upon him. "I think he is really cute the way he endures the pain and how long his cock stays hard. Oh, it would feel so good inside me" said Lydia "Is he as good as he looks."

Samantha giggles, "He is starting to get good. At first it was all rush but I have taught him that if he wants release he must satisfy me completely first and wait for me to permit him to cum. He was especially enjoyable last night because of the beating he took on his cock which made fucking me painful and it took him a real long time to cum."

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They were quiet a long time then Lydia asked, "Can I try him out. We could have a threesome, it would be so much fun!" They conspired occasionally glancing at my body then more whispering more until there plan was formed.

Samantha went to the switch and lowered my legs to the floor then together they unclipped the cuffs from the cables and ordered me to lie on the bed face up. They clipped my wrist cuffs to cable leading from the head of the bed and my ankle cuffs to cables attached through the foot of the bed then my mistress went to the switch and tightened the tension until I was tightly spread-eagled across the bed. Slowly they began to simultaneously tease my vulnerable body, Samantha working down from my hands and Lydia up from my feet, the inside of my arms, the soles of my feet, my tender armpits, the inside of my thighs, my nips, my balls. They laughed together as I struggled and pleaded for them to stop, that I couldn't take it any more. My pleading just encouraged them to tease me more. The pleasure of their touching built into pain as the sensations became unbearably intense. I became covered with sweat and my breathing became rapid from my intense sexual excitement and my struggles to escape their horribly wonderful touching.

Lydia rolls a condom onto my cock and slowly rubs lube over it enjoying the effect each slow stroke of my swollen cock has upon me. Samantha straddles my head with her wet moist cunt just above my nose and lips as Lydia straddles my hips lowering herself until just the tip of my eager throbbing cock feels her warm cunt. My tongue licks and tastes the juices dripping from my mistress's cunt which excites her so that she nibbles Lydia's ear which causes Lydia to move her pelvis in a circular motion rubbing and stimulating me as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. Slowly Lydia takes me completely inside her and my tongue matches by thrusting completely into the cunt above me lips. My tongue matches Lydia's slow in and out movement. Samantha completes the circle of excitement by nibbling Lydia's neck and ears. Slowly our passion builds and although my beaten numb cock responds slowly I am soon struggling to control the urge to yield to my desire. Lydia begins moaning in pleasure, my tongue answers and now Samantha moans. They both yell for me to go harder and faster. I return Lydia's movements with strong fast thrusts of my cock while my tongue echos with thrusts into Samantha. Soon we meld into a single organism driven by passion and I cum in powerful spasms.

We relax and huddle together for a long time until Samantha breaks the spell, "Sorry, I'd love to do this again but I have to catch my plane to Brussels and the car gets here in a couple hours, but we do have time for a quick shower." We untangle and they unbuckle my cuffs, I get to the shower and adjust the temperature just like Samantha likes. I soap my hands and rub them over the soft smooth bodies of the women. They return the favor paying special attention to my cock and balls. We rinse off then I dry them with warm soft towels and Lydia dries me off including my now flaccid cock. I help Samantha into her robe, gather Lydia's clothes and help her dress. The three of us say goodbye at the door, Lydia looks at her friend who nods and Lydia kisses me as she leaves.

I help my mistress pack and then help her dress. I say that I will tell Cindy I can't pose nude any more. Samantha tells me I am to continue posing. She likes imagining me explaining all the whip marks to Cindy. I'm to give Cindy $200 for the sketch of me nude and tell her my mistress would like to discuss a series of sketches of me in bondage. Samantha would return Friday evening to attend the opera and see me in my slave's costume then would meet me backstage and we would go to the opening gala. The doorbell rang and we kissed then I hid behind the door as her driver picked up her bags.