I had always thought I might be gay, at least bi anyway. Sure, I had girlfriends, but it just wasn’t the same as the feeling of sex with a guy. I was the submissive type too, always looking up bondage and domination on the internet to get myself off.
I’m sixteen, tall, slim build but not skinny. My body was smooth, apart from around my cock, which was quite thick and hairy. My uncut cock is average size, around 7 ½ inches standing to attention. I hadn’t had any experiences with another guy before; just fantasising about friends, which could get very embarrassing in the changing rooms at school. The worst thing was dreaming about my best friend, Billy. He was my age, very similar build, although I was a little taller. His cock seemed the same size as mine, although I had only seen it soft in the showers. Every night I would dream of soaping him up, caressing his balls until his manhood sprung up in front of me. Just thinking about him got me seriously hard. Obviously I had never told him, that would be incredibly awkward and I would probably lose him as a friend.
One evening, I had grown tired of watching videos of guys being humiliated and tortured, so I found a site where people advertise for slave boys. Scrolling down the list, one stood out for me: GUY LOOKING FOR SUBMISSIVE MALES, BE PREPARED FOR HUMILIATION. I judged the ads by how hard I got from reading them, and the thought of this one made me ache with excitement. It was only a matter of miles away too, which made it even better. I dropped him an email, and he replied introducing himself as Tom. He was thirty and he worked from home, which meant he was free alot of the day to have lads around the place for his pleasure. I was told to meet him at his house on the following Saturday morning. I was instructed not to wank myself off 3 days before then.
That day couldn’t come soon enough, and when it finally did, my balls were tensing up with expectation and the sense of adrenaline running through me made the end of my cock tingle. I arrived at Tom’s house and had a look around outside while i waited for him to answer the door. The house was in the countryside, off a main road but the driveway snaked through a small collection of trees, making the house almost completely hidden from the roadside. The house was big; there was pool around the back of the house, and huge windows either side of the door. The curtains were drawn, but as i was looking through a small gap to see what was inside, Tom answered the door.
“So, you’re here to be treated like a piece of shit then?”
“I guess I am”, I replied, a little nervously. “Good, first things first, strip for me”. I was about to step inside to remove my shoes, when an arm shot across the doorway. “Now please, slave. Outside”
This came as a bit of a shock to me. But I guess it wouldn’t be that bad, no one could really see me. I stripped to my underwear, and there was a very noticeable bulge, which Tom cupped and squeezed with what seemed to be the biggest hand in the world. “Enjoying yourself?” I could only nod, as he pulled my boxers down to reveal a cock which was growing in front of him. Now completely naked outside Tom’s front door, I felt the wind blow past my balls, and the feeling sent an amazing sensation down my spine.
“I have a surprise for you, boy”. With that, he picked up my clothes and threw them down the hallway, reached round the corner and picked up a blindfold and some cuffs. After fastening my arms behind me, he gave me a coy smile, and said “I think you’d look better with this on too...” he showed me what it was: a collar. It was just like a dog collar, with a rope lead attached. He fastened it around my neck, and slapped my arse. “Right, time for your surprise”. With that, he pulled the lead and I could only follow him inside, cock bouncing and pulsating wildly. There was a long mirror in the hall, and as we passed it, I took a glance and saw what I looked like. I was under his control, at his mercy. And it felt amazing. We reached the door to what I guessed was a living room, and Tom tied the blindfold around my head. I was a little worried about what he had in store for me.
I followed the pull of the lead in, and I was made to stop after 5 paces. I could hear alot of jangling, like a chain or keys or some sort. It was when he removed the blindfold that I gasped in disbelief. I was astounded, in amazement and horror. My cuffs were chained to a pillar, and infront of me another slave was restrained in exactly the same fashion. It was Billy!
“Meet your new ‘colleague’” said Tom, in an almost sinister way. Billy was standing there, also naked, cuffed and with a collar around his neck. I only noticed these after noticing – perhaps staring – at his fully erect cock. It was literally centimetres away from rubbing against my swollen bell-end, and from my view it looked a little bigger than mine.
I was amazed. Why was Bill here? What was he doing being a slave for some guy? It hadn’t crossed my mind what he might be thinking about me, and I was excited about what could be in store. He looked at me sheepishly, as did I, and his cock bounced with anticipation, resting on my hard on. At that point, I heard more laughter from Tom.
More to come...