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Copyright 2002 by Patent Medicine Media
In the end, it was easy.
A young man, full of the dewey, visceral urges of youth;
his lust controlled him... we simply catered to his lust.
Gods, he was a beautiful sight - dark hair, streaked with
sun, casually flowing down in waves over his shoulders...
smokey, soulful mocha eyes that gave away his every emotion, and
all the struggles within; including when he finally lost those
battles... creamed coffee skin, that darkened to plum in the
most sweet and sensitive areas: skin that reddened almost on the
touch, and heated with the lightest caress... or the lightest
slap.
He was looking for someone to train him, to take him to the
place beyond his boundaries; he just didn't know it yet.
My Mistress and I caught sight of him at the same time;
this being the case, neither could claim first ownership, and
thus we decided to share him.
He returned our fascinated gaze with a calm one of his
own - it was clear we found him edible, but he only seemed to
have a little puzzlement in his eyes, as if wondering why he
felt drawn to us, like the moth to the flame.
He kept looking back with this calm wonder in his eyes,
and maybe that was what made him irresistible.
It took some work; but I am nothing if not persistent.
Firstly, I noted that he drove a battered, ten year old
280Z; a sports car at one time, now it had the air of one hiding
a terminal disease from loved ones.
I tracked the plates easily - it's a nominal fee, and
anyone's registry is available, it's public record - and found
him in Van Nuys, in a small, single guest house.
Over the next few weeks, I discovered that he worked as a
telephone service representative for a low-end white collar
firm; he was a fledgling guitarist; his girlfriend was not very
interesting; his family was far away in San Martine, V.I.; and
he had only a few friends from work - apparently, he'd not lived
here long... most importantly, as a musician, he loved music.
Rock music. I
liked that... and Mistress was thrilled.
But I get ahead of myself... this is his story, in his words.
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I had never won anything before, so the ticket was a surprise.
It was cool - free limo ride to a White Zombie show
downtown. The guy on
the phone told me that I'd be riding with the other winner, a
chick - this didn't go over real good with Caroline, my
girlfriend; she was pissed, and hadn't even met the chick yet.
Since she was pissed, she cut me off of course; it was
okay, tho - everybody talks about sex, but since I started
having it, I found out it wasn't as earth shaking as people
said. At least, so I
thought at the time... I found out that I was wrong later.
Way wrong.
So, anyway, the big day came, and of course Caroline was there
when this big, black limo pulled up, and she was just seething.
The limo stopped, all shiny black and chrome, and the
driver stepped out - he kind of caught my attention, like I knew
him from somewhere, but he really caught Caroline's attention:
He was kinda tall, like maybe six foot or so, long chestnut
curly hair and a goatee, black chauffeur's tux, shoulders like
maybe a doorway wide; behind heavy black shades, he looked kinda
scary til his face broke open in a big smile.
‘You must be Mr. Cuental,’ He said, coming over and
catching my hand in a hamlike fist.
‘Um, call me Tony,’ I said; there was something funny
about this guy - not only did he seem really happy to see me,
but I got butterflies shaking his hand.
Must've been thoughts of the show - and he was totally
ignoring Caroline, which was making her pissed.
Well, the way she was looking at him made me pissed, so I
followed him around to the other side, where he was holding the
door open for me. I
didn't say hello, good bye, or suck my nutsack to Caroline - she
was being a bitch... and, then, I saw who was sitting in the
limo with me.
A flame of hair flowed down over her bare shoulders,
accentuating the milky sweetness of her breasts; a tight leather
mini showed off smooth, creamy legs, and she was sitting
casually to one side, so I could see the perfect curve of her
ass; a leather strapless v-top clung sexily to her skin, the
spaces between lacings giving small views of perfection.
I felt my cock harden in my already-too-tight jeans;
there was an aura about her that I couldn't resist. I started
guiltily, and looked up into seafoam eyes that wouldn't allow me
to look away, or lie about how drawn I was to her. She smiled
knowingly, looked down at my hardness and back to my face with a
kind of approval; I felt the blood rush to my face.
‘Very good,’ she whispered.
‘ANTONIO!!’
I felt as if a spell was snapped... or at least shaken really
hard. It was
Caroline, at my window. She, too, was red faced, though not from
embarrassment; hearing the driver gently laugh didn't help,
either. I didn't
know what to do - and I felt a hand on my thigh, gripping me
tightly; scarlet nails entranced me, and it flickered thru my
head what they'd look like against my bare skin. ‘Be still,’
She whispered, and leaned across my body to the window.
‘Don't worry, we'll take good care of him,’ She said
to Caroline, as the window rolled up of it's own accord.
And the limo eased out into traffic, leaving my world
behind.
‘Well, that was fun... my name is Kitten.
Glad to meet you, Antonio,’ Kitten said.
‘It is my pleasure, Kitten. Um, thank you,’ My accent was
thick enough to cut with a knife; I get that way when I'm
nervous.
‘Spanish?’ A quick, gentle word from the driver.
‘Yes, sir, I am...’ I felt a little out of sorts, like a kid
amongst adults.
‘You're nervous, aren't you?’ said Kitten, leaning forward
to open a little wooden cabinet. ‘Don't be; you'll be fine.
I can see a lot of potential in you.
Here, a drink.’
She handed me a shot glass; a light colored liquid was in it.
I worried; my stomach is sensitive, and there are many drinks I
cannot handle.
‘What is it?,’ I asked.
The driver's words were quiet, as I was discovering was usually
the case, but firm: ‘Kamikaze, Antonio.
I mixed them myself - good for a sensitive disposition,
but very strong.’ Cool.
A little buzz would be perfect for the show, and if there was
something strong that wouldn't mess up my stomach, I wanted to
know about it. I
drank it down; it tasted of lime and strong citrus, with just a
strange aftertaste of almonds.
Very good, in fact.
‘So, um... you like White Zombie?’, I asked Kitten, with
much more than half my mind thinking of what my light olive skin
would look on her milky sweetness... I had a burst of vision,
the dark head of my cock stretching fine, delicate pussy lips
and her face contorting. Wow.
I'd never felt this way, really - I mean, I'd been horny,
and some good fantasies, but...
‘No, I don't. I
like you, though,’ She said.
‘Huh?’ The alcohol seemed like it was already going
to my head... why would she be going if she didn't like them?
Glad she liked me... hey, wait, what was that about potential
she said earlier? Little warning bells went off in my head - I
may be young, but I'm not stupid.
Or am I? A limo ride to a concert from a contest I don't
remember entering? A beautiful woman and a guy... a guy with the
same quiet voice as the man who called to confirm that I won??
Oh, shit. This is
L.A.
, anything can happen and will.
Stupid, es muy estupido, Antonio.
I turned quickly to yank open the door, and my head spun;
terrible, terrible vertigo, but no nausea. Oh,
of course, I thought, with a kind of objective clarity, they drugged the drink. Kitten
grabbed my shoulder and eased me back against the seat.
My head was really spinning now, but despite that, and
despite the fact that I was having some sort of paranoid fit, I
couldn't help but shiver a little from the heat between us.
She slowly ran a hand up my denim clad leg, and over my
hard cock, and I could feel a little wetness forming on my skin
as my precum oozed out. I
stared at her, unsure what to say or do; was I imagining all
this, making up a conspiracy, in panic? Maybe that drink was
just really strong... I couldn't get the cotton out of my head,
that's for sure, and it seemed that minute by minute my mind was
seizing up and slowing down. I knew I didn't want her to stop,
tho - I'd never been with anyone besides Caroline, and even when
I was inside her it wasn't this hot.
‘Please...’ I said. It
was all I could say, as I tried to stay aware of the world -
they had to have drugged me, my body was getting sluggish, and I
was going to pass out, oh god please let me stay awake long
enough for her to rape me or something, I really want it, I
don't know why I'm saying please but please say yes back....
‘You want me to take care of this for you, don't you?’
Kitten leaned her hot body against me, licking and biting my
neck.
‘Yes...’
‘You want to be taken care of, don't you?’ ‘Yes....’ She
was stroking my cock in my pants... I was trembling and shaking,
starting to move my hips against her hand.
‘You want me to totally take you, to teach you to be what I
want, to please me, to be a good boy?’ ‘Ohhhh... ‘
something about that scared me... I was a man.
I was beyond having to be a good boy; men did not need to
be taught... but it sounded so inviting... I drifted thru the
thought of it, and with the pleasure...
‘Answer. NOW.’ A firm squeeze of my cock and balls, fingers
strong and digging into the denim; it felt uncomfortable, but
good; I pressed hard against the hand, trying to ignore the
question. My head
was pulled back by a hand in my hair, and my eyes opened - I
don't remember closing them... Kitten leaned to bite me hard,
the door was open - we were stopped somewhere, and the driver..
the GUY... was gripping my cock and balls... I tried to pull
back, but it began to feel so good... and everything was so
hazy... and I wanted to stay awake... and I wanted... I wanted
so much... I wasn't sure they could hear me, so I began saying
yes, over and over and over...
‘We know, little one, we know... rest now, and soon you will
begin...’
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I woke up slowly; just kind of drifted up out of sleep.
I'd been dreaming this really hot dream, about being
abducted and drugged and raped and shit - pretty cool, I
thought...only, when I went to reach down and start jacking off,
I couldn't move my hand. I
think I handled it okay, cuz I didn't freak; I stopped and
thought about things... very slowly, cuz my mind was still
drifting in dreamtime.
Little by little, warning reports came in from my body; I was
flat on my back on a firm mattress... it was comfortably warm
and dark... my hands were pinned apart above my head... my
ankles were pinned also, well apart at the foot of the bed -
there was no give whatsoever in the restraints holding me, and I
was spread eagled. And,
yeah... I was naked. I've
always been very modest about being nude, about my body... so
THAT was when I freaked. I
thrashed against the cuffs around my wrists and ankles,
screaming for help; after about 15 minutes, my throat was raw,
and I just knew it wasn't doing any good.
You ever been someplace where there's an anti-echo? Where
you scream or talk or make noise and it just gets swallowed up,
like pouring coffee into cotton? This room was like that... and
I knew nobody could hear me.
At least, nobody outside the room.
When I stopped struggling, I heard a soft patter of applause;
then Kittens voice saying, ‘Yeah, it was quite a performance,
wasn't it?’ and she giggled.
I was just about to lose it - I didn't know what was
happening, but whatever it was wasn't good; I started screaming
again.
‘Let me GO, you motherfuckers!! Let me go NOW!’ I was
bouncing, straining, fighting the bonds on my wrists, filling
the air with the nastiest shit I could think of to say, ‘Get
these things OFF me! You can't hold me here!! LET ME GO,
BITCH!!’
I stopped to draw a ragged breath, and heard Kitten say in an
elegant, chiming voice, ‘David.’ And I saw a leonine head,
smiling down at me, felt a big, warm hand press down on my
chest, and a quiet, masculine voice going, ‘mmmm... nice’.
The pressure kept growing: between that and the bonds, I
couldn't hardly move, and it was hard to take deep breaths to
scream... but if they thought I'd be quiet, they were totally
fucking wrong - as long as I kept screaming and resisting,
they'd never win, never be able to do whatever it was to me.
So I opened my mouth to scream - and a thick rag was
shoved into it. I
tried to open wider, and push it out with my tongue, but when I
did, Kitten pressed more in... I really woke up, then, seeing
the strength and determination in her eyes, and realizing I was
in serious shit. She
had me gagged and bound to a bed; she had a dude that would
probably tie me in a knot if she told him to - he seemed real
easy going, but you could tell he'd do ANYTHING she said... and
that included turning me inside out, if she wanted.
Fuck yeah, I was scared.
I heard a little whimpering noise... my eyes were wide
and starting to water... and I realized that noise was me...
‘Relax, my new pet,’ Kitten said, ‘You gave consent,
remember? You said you wanted me to take care of this...’ She
gently ran a hand over my cock; sudden electricity jolted thru
me, and I felt something... twist and give a little in my mind.
Oh, fuck no... I gotta get FREE.
I threw everything I had into it, trying to break loose,
trying to get past that warm, firm hand between my nipples (no
no no don't think of it like that) - and the bed only shook a
little.
‘This is your first lesson... you belong to me, now.’ She
began dragging her nails down over my chest; I could see her
clearly for the first time - she scared me and made me hot at
the same time, a mixture of milky perfection and dark leather,
everything I’d imagined the secret world of sex would be…
before I’d explored it and been disappointed.
‘You are my new possession... this belongs to me,’
she said, tweaking my nipple very painfully, ‘this belongs to
me,’ running a hand
down the side of my thigh, and brushing my ass cheek as I
whimpered, ‘and this, of course, belongs to me,’ she said,
gripping my cock in
her hand and gently sliding her hand up and down... somehow,
during my struggles I'd become hard.
I couldn't believe it, it was as if my cock had betrayed
me - I'm terrified, fighting for my life, resisting... and my
cock is getting hard for her.
It was as if she read my thoughts, saying, ‘Oh, yes,
you belong to me, and my will is your command; you have no
responsibility for your actions... your body already
understands, you just need to learn.’
A grin from the man (David?) - ‘I think he’ll understand in the end. I mean, I’m sure he’ll really get behind the concept; we just need to assert ourselves… I’m sure it’ll be hardon him, but if he keeps a stiff
upper lip…’
Kitten began to giggle, and couldn't stop.
I was glad for the break - maybe my cock could go soft
again, like it should, with out her hands on it... but a little
part of my mind in the back understood what the puns meant…
and flipped the idea over and over and over… and didn’t let
it go. And that most
of all scared me.
‘David, your sense of humor is, as always, pleasing.
However, also as usual, it is not appropriate.
Perhaps we should show our new pet your discipline?’
‘Yes, mistress, as you wish.’
‘Explain to him what is happening... he won't understand, yet,
but he will have much time to consider and learn...,’ Kitten
said, turning away out of my vision.
‘You see, little one, there's a difference between discipline
and punishment; discipline is often pleasurable, even if
painful, to help you refocus yourself.
Discipline is for slight errors, and sometimes for no
error at all - simply for enjoyment and to kind of sharpen
oneself, if you see what I mean,’ He said, leaning over me...
unlike Kitten, David was totally nude except for a thick leather
collar with a silver owner's tag... and leaning this close, his
hard cock was very close to me.
I felt kind of a sick vertigo - God, please help me, your
servant, escape this trap... it'd been so long since I'd prayed,
but I knew something really bad was going to happen to me.
But David continued, ‘Punishment is unpleasant.
Necessary, but unpleasant.
It's for serious fuck-ups.
Oh, and go ahead and look at my cock all you want... get
familiar, you'll get to know it well.’
He leaned over me, his chest across brushing mine, and braced
his body on the other side of the bed. ‘We will do twenty
lashes, Slave, and you may not
have extra. We are
at work on another, and this is unfair to him’, Kitten said,
sternly, then added with a small grin, ‘I
will count, just to be sure.’
‘Yes, mistress, as you wish,’ David replied... and
there was a certain release and anticipation in his tone that
made me realize more than anything how real and dangerous this
was for me. And then
she brought something hard, a whip or paddle or something I
couldn't see, hard across his ass - and his body locked up and
just hummed with the
tension. I could see
his face - eyes closed, going somewhere inside... I realized I
was getting distracted from my escape plans, from trying to be
free, but I couldn't take my eyes off him - each time she hit
him, his face contorted in a very sexy way... about halfway
thru, he'd dropped enough to be skin to skin with me... very
warm, flesh to flesh... nearing the end, the strikes became very
hard, and faster - and he laid on my prone body, I couldn't get
him off of me, he wouldn't stop, and I couldn't help but it felt
good but it shouldn't for Christ’s sake he's a guy
and yeah maybe I want to fuck HER but not him... and then his
lips found my nipple... and his teeth...
I was kind of shaking, and realized they'd stopped.
‘Are you sure you haven't done this before?’, Kitten
asked me with a little frown, running what I saw was a riding
crop up between my legs... and I saw my cock was hard enough to
be standing away from my body, precum drooling down, making a
puddle that filled my navel.
‘Nod yes or no... I want an answer, or you'll get your
first taste of punishment early, Antonio...’
I shook my head no. Hell
no, I'd never done this before, and I won't let you do this to
me now, either. I'll
just refuse to cooperate. I'm
a man, I will not submit to any woman - it's a loss of machismo,
and I am a muy macho
hombre.
‘Okay, then, our first lesson, and the beginning of your
training, continues. Say
goodbye to Antonio. Antonio
is who you were, and who you may be outside my ownership... but
here you will discover who you truly are, and I will give you a
suitable name. I am
going to remove your gag. You
are not to scream for help; although it will do you no good if
you do, I find it unpleasant.
You will address me as Mistress, and you must use my
title every time you address me.
As you are now my property, and very fine property at
that, you will obey me in everything,’ Kitten paused, grabbing
my hair and turning my head to lock eyes with her. ‘Nod yes if
you understand.’ I
nodded, if only to get the gag removed. ‘Very good...David,
you have something to say?’
‘I will be your Master; as such, you obey me implicitly in all
things. As Kitten is
Mistress to us both, you will obey her order before mine, her
word before mine. Understand
that you are my responsibility, as well as my property; we will
take you dangerous places inside yourself that you need to go,
but keep you safe. This
is our contract.’ He
seemed very solemn... Christ, he was very serious.
What were they planning on doing to me? Well, I'll play
along... get the gag removed, maybe it'll hurt a little but I
can take a whipping, I'm tough – hey, they gotta be around
thirty, right, I’ll wear them out, then, and when they're
sleeping, I'll get loose and escape.
I’ll just hang in there, maybe even get to get off, how
long can sex last, anyway? Fifteen minutes or an hour? That’s
what they want is some freaky sex, right?
Somehow, I was almost disappointed when I figured that
out… but I was still chilled with fear, as I realized I was
the only one sweating already...
‘One other thing, dude - you are one very hot property,
gorgeous and sweet.’ David smiled, and I felt a weird
sensation, kind of a little pride from his words.
Okay, flattery, whatever.
Kitten smiled softly. ‘Very good, lover... I'm proud of
you.’ She then bent to remove my gag, and I took a deep
breath... but couldn't think of anything to say.
I could scream, but they'd just put the gag back.
I decided to wait... I could handle anything they could
dish out. ‘Good
boy,’ she said, with more than a little pride, ‘Very
good boy. I was sure I'd have to punish you.
You're a very
quick learner... a natural... we're very far ahead of where I
thought we'd be.’ My
pulse was pounding, and I was totally wired on adrenaline -
adrenaline? Oh my fucking god, I know where I knew them from!
Magic
Mountain
in the spring!! Yeah, I was stoned and there was something about
them... they kept looking over at me like they wanted to flirt
or something... and...
CRACK!! My body almost doubled under the harsh sting across my
chest. ‘Back to
the here and now, little one,’ Kitten said.
‘BITCH,’ I yelped; I was totally pissed off - no
woman was going to treat me that way, tied down or not.
She smiled and said, ‘That's 'Bitch, Mistress',
my slave; time for a little discipline... and training.’
Big warm hands seized my wrists, first loosing one and
crossing it to the other side, and then crossing the other as
well. Then my legs -
although I was a little more successful kicking my legs when
they were free, I was still flipped over on my belly and my legs
spread eagled and pinned. My
heart was pounding, and I felt cool air between my asscheeks...
I felt terribly afraid and vulnerable.
Oh gawd... I hadn't considered... what if my ass... no,
let's not worry about it. I'll
live thru it to fuck them up if they do.
I swear.
And then a finger ran from the back of my knee up to my
asscheeks, gently stroking between them and running on up my
back. I couldn't do
anything... oh man... thank god I was on my belly, so they
couldn't see my cock... it wouldn't stop being hard... they
must've done something to make it hard, because I sure as hell
wasn't liking this. THIS
IS NOT ME. I am not
like this. Fuck.
‘You're awfully quiet, Slave. Not fighting so much now, hmm?
Didn't break you so easily did we?’ Kitten grabbed a handful
of my hair and lifted my head; I glared back at her with all the
venom I felt for what she was doing to me.
‘Oohhhh... David, look.
All that anger... and want... and fear... Don't worry,
little one, we will guide you to your boundaries and through
them; you will come out the other side a strong, happy person.
But first, let's name that person...
She moved close, her lips inches from my face, her eyes intent
and unbelievably passionate.
The feeling that rolled off her wasn’t just sex… it
was more like cloves and skin… made me think of red candles…
‘Your name is Solario. The
child-prince of the sun, with passion and heat in your soul, and
eyes that blaze like your namesake.’
‘Now, then, a little discipline.’
Warm thighs straddled my hips, and panic exploded within
me; there was a warm, fuzzy place in my head where I'd been
hiding that shattered, and real fear rushed in coldly.
‘Don't worry, Solario,’ David said, rolling that
name, NOT my name, in his mouth a little, ‘I'm not going to
fuck you...yet.’ I
felt an unreasonable gratitude to him creep into my anger. ‘In
fact, I won't fuck you until you beg me to.’
His hands slipped under my hips to grip me tight, and he
leaned to my ear. ‘And you will, too... but that's something
for you to earn.’ He lifted me by the middle, and a thick
pillow was stuffed under my belly, freeing my cock to hang, and
forcing my ass in the air. I
felt humiliated, like a dollar whore down town, with my ass
jammed up in the air... and my cock was broken, it was
incredibly hard and it shouldn't have been, something was wrong.
I did NOT like this... it was just really confusing, how
it felt and how it should have felt... and it was hard to
think... everything was happening so fast…
Kitten ran something that felt like soft suede strips across my
vulnerable ass. ‘Antonio is a boring little straight boy...
Solario is a much loved slave, that gets to do everything in his
darkest fantasies - without taking responsibility for them.
Now then, who are you? What
is your name?’
‘I am Antonio Cuental. Let me go... I won't tell anyone...’
A sudden, hot sting across my ass, and I howl in pain.
‘FUCK!!’
‘No. Let Antonio go. Who
are you?’ ‘I am Antonio Cuen <CRACK!> AAAAH! You
BITCH!!’ My heart was pounding so hard, and my breath was hard
to catch - it really didn't hurt that much, it was just so...
gawd, I felt so.... I mean, my ass was in the air like some sort
of ass slut or something... and...
‘Solario, you've forgotten to address your Mistress properly.
This is cause
for punishment... we will return to your training shortly.’
David's quiet voice had a determined, almost scary tone to it...
fuck, he was going to bust my head in, or break my ribs... or...
what the hell? He's just running a finger along my side? I
almost laughed - if this is punishment, I think I can deal.
But I could see Kitten’s face light with an evil little
grin of anticipation, and I knew what shark’s smile looked
like. The finger continued down my thighs, then across the soles
of my feet; luckily, my feet aren't ticklish... then up the
other side, to my rib cage... it hit a spot where it felt like a
fly landing, so my skin twitched.
The finger stopped and slowly went over my lower ribs
again. I couldn't
help it, I wriggled a little, and almost laughed.
A matching finger appeared on the other side... then
more... and began to lightly stroke my ribs, rolling in circles.
I didn't even know I was ticklish there... but I was.
At first, I could stand it, as the laughter carried the
tickles away, but he kept on... and on... and the tickles got so
intense and I couldn't get away and I was laughing and I
couldn’t breathe and begging him to stop please please do anything
just STOP I’ll be good the top of my head is gonna come
off.... ‘Hmmm...
seventeen minutes. Not
bad,’ And I could swear there was a big smile in his voice.
I was sobbing, raging and giggling into the pillow all at
the same time; it felt like my mind had broken into little
pieces and I couldn't quite put it back together, so I just
jammed it back together as close to right as I could.
‘You'll remember to call Mistress by her title in
future?’ ‘Yes... ‘ A quick finger stroke to my overly
sensitive side. ‘Yes,
WHAT?’ I jumped -
oh, so stupid, es muy
estupido, Antonio. ‘Yes... master...’ Well, if it kept
me from being tickled like that, I'd do it.
Didn't mean anything, right? But I knew in my heart it
did mean something; I chose to ignore it, and just ride it out.
‘Very, very good... I'm very proud of you, Solario. You
handled your first punishment very well, and you're going to be
a very good boy.’ How fucking twisted... they were trying to
get me trained, huh? A little punishment, then letting me know
that I did good... a part of me was really frightened, because
it had needed to know that I'd done good... it wanted to know
that I was a good boy. This
had to stop. I had
to stand up to them now.
‘That... is not... my name.’ Sudden fear. ‘Oh, shit. That
is not my name, Mistress.’
Fuck. That's not the
right way to rebel... or stand up for my rights... what the fuck
am I doing?
A little playfulness was in Mistress' voice; ‘Oh, really? Are
you sure? Didn't you already say good bye to Antonio?
Remember, Antonio was a boring little straight boy... if
Antonio were here, he wouldn't get to enjoy this...’
A very slick, warm hand gently wrapped itself around my
cock... no no no, I would not enjoy this.
Unfair, unfair. But
my cock was more than ready... I felt my cum rise, easy, after a
few strokes...
<CRACK!> I yelped, and jumped on the bed; I forgot about
cumming just long enough to not get off... but the pressure and
feeling remained, and started to build again...
‘What is your name?’ ‘Uhhhh... Tony... Mistress, my name
is Tony... please...’
<CRACK!!>
‘UNNNNHG. Please...
I was close...’
And they brought me close, so close to cumming I could feel it
in my teeth.. then, just as I started to go over the edge, a
sharp stinging of fire welted my ass, stopping me.
And they kept demanding… wanting to know my name…
pulling me in two directions… I couldn’t cum… but I
couldn’t stop, either….
‘What is your name?’ ‘My name... is tony... uhhhh..
Misstresss... 'm gonna... unnnh...’
<CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!> ‘Ohhh FUCK... no... I almost had
it... uhhhh...’ ‘You like the crop, huh, Solario? And my
hand on your cock, gently bringing you up to the edge?’
‘Yes, sir... I mean, no, the crop hurts... I... my name
is not solario... ‘
The gentle breath in my ear, sweet hot creamy white breast on my
shoulder, and I feel my mind all fuzzy, going away or
something... ‘What IS your name, then?’
‘My name is... is... antonio?
Mistress... ohhhh...
please, make him stop.. I don't want... don't want a man...
please, mistress...’
Then there were no hits... and my cock was left aching.
And there was silence.
It was... was worse than what they were doing... I felt
all alone. I was
gonna cry, and I didn't want to.
Mistress knelt by my ear and spoke. ‘We can stop... Solario
will be trained, but NOT Antonio.
Antonio isn't here. Understand?’
I understood... ‘Yes, mistress...’
<CRACK!!> A single swat, and a warm, soft hand gently
caressed my balls... somehow, the thought came to me that
Caroline had never done anything like this for me, and I nearly
laughed... and cried... and I sensed them waiting.
I wouldn't just say it, I couldn't just give in.
They had to ask, to make me say it.
And I would.
‘What is your name?’
‘My name is... is... My name is Solario, Mistress.’
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‘My name is Solario ,
Mistress...’
The words hung in the air for long seconds and I savored them.
This was the first step in a long and delicate process of
turning our macho young Cholo into a Slave such as had not been
seem for centuries. This
was my calling and I gloried in it. David was one of my first
Slaves and he had stayed with me, tied by bonds stronger than
that of Domination, the bonds of deep love. Outside, He and my
Wolf and I were total partners, equal in every way, a Trine of
long standing bond. Within.. they were my Slaves and would live
and die for Me.
I gave myself a mental smack and returned to the here and now as
well. ‘Solario’....
I repeated his new name savoring both it and the expression on
his face, one of mixed anguish and lust, tears and rage.
His ass was twitching unconsciously and his nipples were
rock hard and purplish where
David had been playing with them. He was fighting a losing
battle with his body and, more importantly, with his true
nature. I walked around to his head.
I always wear leather while Hunting, and I love the
combination of leather and sex: it has a smell like no other.
I was hot as hell and I knew that scent surrounded me
like an aura, so I purposefully stood near his head and let him
smell it, squatting down and looking him in the eyes as I talked
softly to him.
‘I am so proud of you Solario.. that was probably the hardest
thing you will ever have to do here and you deserve a reward...a
small one.. but a reward nonetheless.’ Never letting my eyes
drop from his I reached down and slid two fingers into my soaked
pussy, withdrew them and caressed his lips with the sweet juices
of my body. He watched my every move and when my fingers reached
his lips, his mouth was open and eager... but I didn't allow him
to suck on them. Instead
I called David to my side. He
jumped off the bed and knelt at my side, eyes down. I lifted his
head and allowed him to lick my fingers clean. ‘A small
reward, Solario... and one for David as well.’
I ran my moist fingers down Solario's back from the nape of his
neck down his spine and between his ass cheeks, noting that he
didn’t even realize that his back had arched to follow my
touch.. until my fingers lingered right above the opening to his
ass. He was still
reacting to my little taste treat and hadn’t realized where I
, or more importantly, where David was.
David had returned to his position behind Solario and was
watching me with great interest.. the next part of the play, he
knew, was his......
I watched David’s face as he was presented with the lovely and
elegant backside of Solario and saw a faint frown appear and
just as quickly disappear. ‘What is it, my Slave?’ I asked
and he gestured with mild disdain and a shrug… and I had to
laugh. David could get downright particular on certain aesthetic
issues. ‘Well, fetch me the necessary equipment and I'll take
care of it. Now is
as good a time as any.’ At
the word equipment, Solario's head whipped around despite his
bonds and his eyes grew wide. I laughed again softly and
reassured him. ‘Relax little one... almost everything is
staying right where it is.. we just want to clean you up a
little bit.’ David reappeared carrying a silver platter on
which rested a silver bowl of hot water, a straight razor and a
towel. He placed the tray next to the bed, then placed another
pillow underneath our little slave, raising his ass a little
higher and spreading his knees a bit wider. He also arranged a
goose neck lamp for best light
As he felt the heat from the lamp on his now totally open
and vulnerable ass and balls Solario began to struggle again and
screaming half in fear half in undeniable arousal. ‘No puta
bitch shaves me!!!’ he
roared as he struggled against the restraints. I gave him five
swift smacks with my crop, blurring them together.
‘None of that!!! We
are going to shave
you, little boy, and I personally guarantee that if you
struggle, you will lose a couple of huevos that you are fond
of.’ At this
I gently placed the cool blade of the razor on his perineum,
just below his balls. He froze instantly. ‘Ahh I see you
understand my meaning.. Now are you going to stay still?’
‘Yes, Mistress, I will
stay still...’ His voice was rough with fear and his accent
was thick as honey with repressed lust. ‘Excellent,’ I
whispered and got to work. I have shaved many men but it is
still a job requiring concentration. Carefully, I shaved the
area around his ass, using tiny strokes and a soft gel-like
cream, rubbing it carefully all through, even in places I had no
interest in shaving<although he didn’t know that> just
to get him used to being touched ‘there’... Then I worked my
way down the crack towards his balls.. and admonished him..
‘Breathe Solario.. breathing doesn’t count as movement.’
Behind my blade was revealed his smooth soft dark skin now much
more sensitive than it had been only a few minutes before.. I
blew gently on the freshly shaved places and watched the ripples
spread up and down his body .
I worked carefully
around his balls stretching the skin to make sure they were
totally smooth.
‘Ok David, we need to flip him so I can finish... looks better
already, though, doesn't he? ‘Yes Mistress, much better..
quite tasty..’ David licked his lips so Solario could see him.
He grabbed my slave and flipped him over at the same time I was
ridding the bed of the pillows that had supported him. He landed
on his back legs flopped wide and almost exactly the position I
wanted them in... Quickly David pinned his arms with his knees
and grabbed Solario’s ankles, one
in each warm large hand and pulled them up towards his
chest. Caught
between David’s grip and his own raging hidden desires,
Solario was now as effectively pinned as by the strongest
restraints; he held perfectly in position.
I admired the view for a long moment before returning to
my work. I shaved
him almost totally bare... except for a triangular patch right
over his pubic bone which only served to emphasize his new
condition. He was
still almost painfully hard. As I shaved him he kept opening his
eyes and silently begging David for release, although this
brought into his view David’s cock which was equally as hard
as his own. He would open his eyes, gasp, blink and then quickly
look past it to David’s face to see if any clue could be
gained from it. Unfortunately
for him, David is an excellent poker player and kept his face
unreadable. Finally I finished up and nodded.
‘Tie him to the pillars, David’, I said as I opened a
cabinet and chose Solario’s new wardrobe.
David pulled the dazed boy over to my pillars which have
been specially designed for this purpose: Attached firmly into
the wood were two sets of strong velvet covered ropes with snaps
on the ends, which were used to pin Solario spread eagled, arms
stretched high over his head, legs wide, face ..ohh that face. I
walked quietly back and smiled at David... Solario was truly a
magnificent sight; hair wild and streaming down his back and
around his sweaty body,
stomach tight, every muscle as delineated and tense as a strung
bow string. I
wrapped the leather harness around his upper body, smoothing my
hands across his chest and letting them learn the planes of his
flesh. Then I
buckled the lower straps of the harness and stood back to check
out the effect. Black suede straps criss crossed his chest and
circled his slim waist. Carefully
I adjusted his cock into its own harness and tightened it
so it was tight but not restricting the blood flow too much.
Then I stepped back and admired my handiwork.. ‘Ohh
Solario you are truly worthy of the title Slave... Look and
see...’
I pulled the drapery
away from the far wall and revealed a full length mirror.
‘Yes, you are truly an Aztec god...’
As Solario looked at himself, his face underwent every
conceivable emotion.. shock, shame, fear, much anger, and
despite of it…his cock was dripping precum and
quiveringly rigid. His eyes kept coming back to his cock in the
black leather harness and he squirmed a little bit which only
made him harder since every move was directly translated into
some action on the part of the harness; it breathed as he did,
tightening and loosening slightly around his balls.
‘Well, now’ I
said ‘Say hello to
Solario...’
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The transformation was
very erotic; as always, Mistress had provided a powerful
cathartic episode for her slave.
Is it any wonder we love her so much? Solario's eyes,
those expressive mocha eyes, were searching... and not our
faces, either - he was looking at himself.
He was puzzled, furious, terrified... but the one emotion
that was a constant beacon was his lust. He saw himself, but not
the himself he knew: Mistress had stripped away the facade of
the Latin rocker dude, down to the bare metal of a wild young
man, full of his sexuality... different enough from his
self-image that he could look and be objective, could see
himself thru outside eyes...and the person he saw turned him on.
And he realized it... and realized that the person he saw
in the mirror was himself. Mistress
inspected him thoroughly, and noted that he stayed in that
fascinating area between outside and subSpace; approvingly, She
then inclined her head, and spoke. ‘David.’
It was my job to temper him, to teach him the untapped power,
strength, and joy within him, and to give him the intensity he
wanted so badly. I was to be his Master and guide into subSpace.
A daunting responsibility, and a task requiring extreme
accuracy and finesse: he was, despite what his machismo
told him, a very fragile young man... he was bisexual, as
evinced from his fascination with my body, his eye contact at
the park, and any number of physical responses; but, as with
many bisexual men, he was extremely in denial.
Add to that he was naturally submissive, which he also
denied: he was already responding as if he'd been in cuffs for
days, not hours. But
it was a dangerous situation; one mistake in releasing his
nature could really hurt our little one - and that was not an
option I was prepared to accept.
I stepped forward, and began with my strongest tool: speech...
but it is Solario's duty to tell you as much of his emancipation
as he can remember.
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I'd broken, and given in.
I was ashamed of that... but I'd had no choice.
They scared me... I didn't realize how serious this was,
until they... I... I didn't want them to stop.
I was afraid I'd be left alone.
What they were doing, as much as I hated it, was better
than being left alone... I didn't want to be alone and helpless.
I tried to come back to myself, I really did, when I was being
shaved; but the cold steel and danger and touch... I found my
mind going to that fuzzy place again, and I realized that I kind
of liked the way it felt, the razor's edge on my skin, and the
razor's edge of danger in my mind - was she going to cut me? On
purpose? By accident? And
I knew I wasn't thinking clearly, but it was okay... I was
making it through...
And then they showed me... me.
My hair was unkempt, flying about my head... my body
was... was... erotic. It
looked like something out of a porno mag; I couldn't believe it
was me... I looked so different.
The harness made me look like... like I'd do things,
and my cock... it felt like a stone jutting out from my body.
It was just like locked in the on position.
The drool was just flowing out of it, and it bobbed and
danced as I watched... it looked so different in the mirror, and
my pubes were cut down into a little triangle right above my
cock. All the other
hair was gone... my ass felt so sensitive.
I tried not to like it, I really did... but it just sank
into me... I liked it. I
was changing, and the most terrible, terrifying thing was I was fucking liking it.
I threw everything I had into getting away, then; I had to get
away from Solario, he was in my head, I was ANTONIO, goddammit.
I think I whimpered... my body barely moved, certainly
not enough to notice... I didn’t even shake the ropes… And I
looked into my eyes... I saw the eyes of a frightened child, and
the eyes of lust.
Then, there was warmth along my back, and I saw David's face
appear at my shoulder... his voice spoke in my ear.
‘Beautiful, that's the word.
You are beautiful. And
you're learning...’ He smiled at me in the mirror... I just
stared at him... he stared back into my eyes, and smiled... and
I smiled back, just a little...
‘Very good, little one,’ He said, ‘Now, we begin the
physical part of your training. It starts like this: I tell you
to not be frightened and you are frightened anyway. ‘ And he
smiled at me, a glimpse of Mr. Hyde showing thru Dr. Jekyll.
‘Especially when I tell you this: I am going to completely
turn you into the man you see in the mirror; I am going to make
you accept what you do not want to accept about yourself... and
I am going to craft you into a strong and powerful slave,
pleasing to both myself and our Mistress.’
I freaked. I
screamed, I think - I realized that he meant he was going to...
do things... to me. Not
just our Mistress, even if she beat my ass I wanted her so badly
I could taste it and did... but I don't want him to... I don't
want to be a...
THWAP! I was swatted hard enough on the ass, my poor shaved
sensitive ass, to rock me on my feet. ‘Shut up,’ David said.
I shut up. ‘You've
been very brave so far... you've been an incredibly good boy, in
fact,’ A wave of gratitude flew thru me...god, they'd fucked
me up... ‘but you have to realize - we're going someplace
very, very dangerous with your body and your head now.
You have to be strong and brave.
I'll tell you how to get thru it, but you have to be
very, very good and listen
to me. Understand?’ I nodded.
He looked at me and the laid back longhair went out of his face;
instead, I saw a quiet... storminess.
‘Answer me, and answer me correctly the first time,
Solario.’
‘Yes, Master. I understand.’
I did not want to be punished... god, it was so hard to
think, to keep hold of who I was...
‘Very good. You're
such a good boy, I'm going to give you a reward... early.’ He
grinned, and I got way scared.
That grin said that it was time. He yanked my head back,
and began nipping my neck... first little bites, then his tongue
slid over my jugular... no, this wasn't right... then a little
harder bites... my mind was getting blurry, no no no please
no... and his bites went around the side... the tender side...
and a little sharptooth caught the back of my neck... aww gawd
that felt good... and biting down hard... aw it hurt but don't
stop... and his hand from behind on my chest... then my nipples
were on fire... ow FUCK not so hard.. oh no... yeah... and heat
his hands down my... and my neck trembling... and oh no don't
stroke me 's not right oh dude don't don't don't oh yeah that
feels oh fuck I'm gonna you almost made me before but now I'm
gonna shoot please don't... and my whole existence slowly
cartwheeled, turned and focused on my balls... he was standing
in front of me, with my balls in his hand, gently but firmly
pulling and squeezing... it almost hurt... and my cum backed
off... gawd... couldn't they ever just let me cum and be
humiliated?
‘Rule number two: You cum when I give you permission, and not
before. You do NOT
want the punishment that you get for breaking this rule,’ He
said, and looked closely into my eyes. ‘It's a punishment that
would break my heart to have to give you.’ My eyes began
leaking... I felt so fucking weird in my head, like gratitude
and frustration and something I didn't want to admit...
‘You know what rule number one is, don't you, Solario?’
David asked me. ‘Tell me.’ I racked my mind, suddenly aware
of how hard it was to think... I tried to climb up out of the
haze... ‘Rule number one is... ‘ I hesitated, trying to
think - did he tell me or should I guess? Oh, fuck, I always
hated quizzes...’rule number one is... obey?’
‘Very, VERY good, little one,’ He said, and I almost
collapsed with relief and pride... I was getting tired of
resisting that, and pride wasn't a bad thing... I can take pride
in being good, in being smart, right? That's not something bad,
is it? Yes, it was... it was... and I felt happiness and pride
in pleasing him, anyway.
‘Now, you have to be strong for me,’ He said, very
seriously. Oh, fuck... but I'm being as strong as I can now,
don't make it harder...
‘I'm going to overload you, little one.
Give you more sensation than you can bear.
And make you concentrate on it and on me; I'm going to
lock you into your body...’ He was talking as he tied a light
leather blindfold over my eyes; then, some sticky stuff - wax -
was gently pressed into my ears... ‘Can you still hear me,
Solario?’ David asked. ‘Yes,
sir.. uh, Master...’ I answered... I could hear his voice,
muffled, but it did muffle any light noises... such as his
movement. Oh... I
wouldn't know where he was...
‘Open your mouth, little one.’ What felt like a ball was
gently forced into my mouth; straps were tied behind my head,
and a waxy substance was wiped on my lips.
A warm hand stroked up and down my body, fingertips tracing
where my pubic hair used to be... so fucking good, I felt like
cumming right then... I wasn't close enough, but I wanted to,
just the same. I
didn't care if it was wrong anymore... I wanted it.
The blindfold and gag did something to kind of make it
okay... I was truly powerless.
I tried to say something, but only grunts got past the
gag.
‘Now you're going to be pushed over the limit, little one.
You can become all animal... that's what the gag and
restraints are truly for, so that you may scream and thrash,’
He said. ‘You should also be honored: I've arranged for the
best to drive you - since you have no safety, and no control,
your strokes will have to be delivered with skill beyond mine,
and he is the best. Follow
my voice, if you get lost...’ And I was wondering what the
fuck he was talking about? How much skill does stroking a cock
take? And what in the hell did...
The first strike seared red hot stripes across my ass.
I screamed, but only grunts came from the gag... it was
more surprise and adrenaline, though, cuz it wasn't that
harsh... more of a caress, really, and I…
<shssst> the second strike came, a reverse of the
first, burning into my flesh - silent, due to the earplugs, and
I didn’t really need to scream, not so bad, but cuz of the
gag... and I couldn't see... and it felt just the hair’s
breadth stronger than the first, but it was hard to….
<shssst> and then the flames licked me again, harder now,
and hotter, from my shoulder to my ass... it began to hurt... I
couldn't... <shssst> and then back up… how the hell did
he get it to go backwards… and I can’t scream it off…
they’re getting…and David was saying, ‘breathe slowly, my
good boy, deeply…. Relax into it…’ he was pacing back and
forth, I just knew… and I could smell Mistress nearby… and..
<shssst> … oh…the flamestripes… the heat… an
electrical fire was starting in my brain… <shssst>
faster… harder?… or just more insistent?… slowly, slowly
they build… and I feel like marble, heated marble…
‘Listen, my little one, my good boy, ride them out... they're
just sensation, very intense, but just sensation... surf them...
let them lift you,’ David's hands pinioning my head, his voice
full of urgency, was he <shssst> Oh my god, the flames
licked around my side, any harder and it'd be too much, balanced
on the edge of too much... <shssst> and they returned
again and again... David was telling me that the heat could be
taken into me, used as power... accepted thru my body... and he
was right... I was red with heat... and the flames kept coming,
no pattern, just in the right places where I would start to
cool, sometimes just hard enough to almost break thru, and
thinking was too hard... couldn't think and ride the red wave at
the same time... I was reaching a point of breaking whether I
wanted to or not, and I couldn't tell anyone... no one... I was
locked in... but David was telling me what a good boy I was...
and I was a good boy... but it was easy, I was incandescent...
but I was going to break, it was too hot... I couldn't hold
on... I started screaming again, I didn't realize I'd stopped...
and Master said that I wasn't going to break... but the flames
kept coming, and I knew I would... I was white hot... glass...
Master said Antonio would break... Solario was heat, and could
take the flames and go on... surf the red wave... so antonio
went away...
‘Solario? Come back to me, little one... you're so good...
you've been the best boy... ‘ I was hanging somewhere, and I
was glowing... it was the best part. The
flames had stopped, but I was still incandescent.
And Master was holding me... I wanted him to hold me, to
caress me, but it was wrong... wasn't it wrong? He would tell
me... I loved this place.. so hard to get to this warm place
where I didn’t worry... I didn’t want to leave… and hands
were lifting me down, letting me rest on the floor... big, warm
hands, master's hands, and other hands, rougher, harder...
Master was thanking someone... oh, I made a friend... I was
happy... my hearing was returned, and my sight, but I was to
open my eyes carefully... and my mouth was emptied... I tasted
blood... I had some water....
I shuddered. Unnnh... Oh, I was still so warm... I was on my
knees... Master was looking at me very lovingly... he knelt, and
said, ‘You've been a very good boy.
The best.’ and pulled me close to him... and kissed me.
It wasn't like kissing Caroline... his mouth was harder,
stubble grazed my lips... his tongue was insistent, and
strong... but most of all... most of all, he meant the kiss, it
had meaning, he... I felt something from him... and his body
felt so good next to mine... and, suddenly, he moved his hand
over my chest, and my nipples exploded - little flames returned,
igniting me, making me redden again for a second...
I found myself on the bed, again... I moved my hands to be bound
as master wished... my ass was in the air... there was something
wrong with that - not my ass... no no... that's... won't that
hurt? Not good like the flames... I whimpered... and teeth
appeared on the back of my neck... I shuddered... my back was so
sensitive, it felt thick and itchy and sensitive all at the same
time... and the teeth gnawed my neck until I was humping the
bed... and then the tongue ran down, down... my spine
trembled… I tried to pull away but I… Oh fuck…and I came
unglued... my ass is not supposed to... but... OH, God... I
never knew...
I gave in…what was wrong and right again? I spiraled down, and
became a slut. I
didn't care anymore... somewhere, Master told me that I had
freedom to be a slut, to be as nasty as I wanted… it was not
my choice…He would tell me how, that I could enjoy it...
because I had to obey,
it was his responsibility, not mine... I could do it all... all
those things I had wondered about… why I looked at all the hot
people… guys girls we are all… all those fantasies late at
night in bed I didn’t need to feel guilty… I felt something
slick in my ass… gently, gently… I was invaded… fear
flitted by, but went away… it didn’t hurt… it felt…felt
so intense inside me,
moving, matching the gentle strokes on my cock... Oh, I wanted
to shoot so bad, but I couldn't... wasn't allowed... I asked, I
begged... but Master only slowed down and told me I had to
wait... and then, I felt a creamy tingle inside... I was so
close...
‘What is your name?’
‘Solario... master, please let me cum...’
‘No, you may not. You
must wait.... Who do you belong to?’
‘unnnnhh....please... I belong to you, Master....’
‘And...?’
‘And Mistress, yes, Mistress... I want mistress, she tasted so
good...’
‘You are ours... and what are you?’
‘I am a.. Oh, fuck, Master, what... UNNNNHHH....muy caliente...’
‘That's it, be a good boy... hold on to it... now, answer the
question...’
‘I am... I ammm a slut for you, Master... your slave... ‘
‘You'll do anything I say, won't you?’
‘Yes, Master... please... anything...’
I was released and
flipped over onto the floor... my ass felt full, something still
in it, my cock was bobbing and pulsing, slick and wet all the
way down to my aching balls... the harness kept moving with me,
tightening around my shaft and making me tingle... I was so hot,
and I was just mindless...
‘Look at me, Slave.’
I forced my eyes to focus... I was on my knees, looking up at my
Master... if Mistress was strawberry and cream, Master was
alabaster and chocolate... I was going to... what was he going
to have me do?
‘Time for you to learn to serve, Solario.’ And I knew... my
stomach tightened... ‘Very good... to suck cock properly, you
work best on your knees...’ And my mind froze... a cold wind
tried to clear the lust, the haze, the... did he say suck…the
lack of will... from my mind...
‘Close your eyes and obey, little one.
Open your mouth slightly and stick out the tip of your
tongue.... very good... now, taste... mmmm.... a man's cock is
his most vulnerable spot... control it, and you control the
man... ‘ I couldn't help but listen... ‘Now, open your
mouth, slide over my flesh and taste me...’
It was a thick fleshy arrow... it tasted like skin, not dirty or
nasty like I thought... and the power in it that Master was
describing made it exotic... I slid down, and was so surprised
at how smooth it was... I stopped to really taste it, it wasn't
that gross... I didn't die or anything.. I pressed my tongue
underneath to feel it, and Master shuddered.
He shuddered... oh, yes... not only was I his, but he was
MINE... I pulled back and looked, really looked at his cock...
it looked like pure sex... pure fuck... I carefully licked all
up and down it, learning how it curved, where the ridges were...
and master grabbed a handful of my hair... and he was in my
mouth, filling me, and I pushed down, determined to take all of
him...
BZZZT... Just as my lips made it all the way down, a shock
shuddered thru my ass, making me almost spew all over Masters
feet.. I had to back off and rest... groaning... Master
chuckled, and said, ‘Again.’
I stroked up and down his rod, trying to give him the
best feeling... I was allowed to stroke myself, and when I did
particularly good, especially if I was able to take the whole
shaft, something in my ass would shake me apart, driving me
right to the brink... inside me there seemed a spot that was
full of something… and that shudder inside just shook me by
the roots… my mind got clearer, but it wasn’t the same… I
was on the other side of something, now… I tried harder and
harder, claiming Master as mine, learning his flesh like a good
boy, feeling that dark secret spot he knew shake me inside…
stroking myself til I was stone bone and hurting…
Then Master stopped me, and turned my head toward the mirror.
‘Look... how beautiful...’
I saw a wild eyed beast... lips blushing and wet, drool down his
chin... hair tangled and knotted and flying away... ass clenched
tight, cock so hard it was purple and black, shiny and slick...
eyes wide and dilated, back red and striped.... hand tightly
clenched around another man's cock... oh, my god.
No. I was a
cocksucker. No.
Then Master gently turned my head to look up at him, and he
smiled... and turned my mouth back to his cock... how did I
ever... but... I remember the pleasure...I obey and he drives
me, gives me pleasure... gently, with no urging... his hands not
in my hair.... not touching me, only giving me his will… I
lean forward and tentatively take him back in my mouth... I know
what I'm doing. I
want to do it. I
obey. I belong to
him, and he makes me... pushes me... I get so hot... and my ass
begins to buzz, and I stroke myself to the brink, and back off,
because I'm not allowed and I know it and it feels good and I'm
not responsible I'm free to do it... and my mouth is full of him
and my ears are full of his praise, I'm a good boy... I'm
pleasing him and myself... and it is the most sexual thing I've
ever done....
Master pulls me up, and kisses me gently... I am dizzy, and
barely able to stand... I begin to fall, and Master guides me
back onto the bed... and locks my hands down.
Gently, ‘What is your name?’
‘Solario, Master.’
‘Do you want more, Solario?’
‘Yes, master, please more.’
‘We kidnapped and drugged you, Solario... what do you think of
that?’
‘Thank you, Master.’
‘Hmmm.... what about Antonio?’
‘Antonio is no more, Master.’
‘No... Antonio is just not here right now... he can come back
later...’
That scared me... Antonio... now I didn't want to be Antonio
again... I would be changed and the things I did...
‘But you still want more, Solario?’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘What do you want?’
‘I... I want it all, Master...’
Master begins idly stroking my cock... I'm so close now, I
immediately tremble... he slows his strokes till I'm right on
the edge...
‘Say it, Solario. If
you want it, you have to ask properly.’
‘Master.... please, take me...’
‘No... that's not enough... don't you know what you have to
say?’
‘Please master.... fuck me.’
Master chuckled... my head was spinning, but I didn't want him
to stop... and I did want him within me... I didn't understand
why and what that tingle was deep inside, but I knew he would
make it incredibly strong... and I wanted it to be... and I
wanted to cum....
‘Shouldn't you ask your Mistress? After all... you haven't
pleased her yet....’ And I felt humiliation and shame... for
Mistress had been in the room the entire time... I think... and
now she was approaching the bed... she'd seen what I'd become...
a woman had seen me do those things...
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I saw him hit the Wall… it’s funny, I’ve helped shape many
men and women, and there’s always a point in their training,
whether their potential is dominant, submissive, bi, straight,
space alien: they hit The Wall.
That place where the crux of what keeps you from being
what your true nature is; for me, it was a fear of love – you
don’t need to know why. I
found catharsis in my truest nature, in that stripped down core
of myself… and I found healing.
This is the truth of S&M; it really should stand for
Sex & Magic, for it’s so powerful and healing.
For Solario, the Wall was a fear of not being a man… and, he
had being a man tied up (pun intentional) with possessing a
woman, being virile. His
nature drew him to sex with other men easily enough – he
must’ve been close to exploring his full sexuality, as quickly
as he accepted it; but, he accepted it as a secret, dark
thing… and to have it exposed to the most powerful female in
his life… yeah. Big
time Wall.
The interesting thing is, one hits the Wall in slow motion… a
sickening mental thud, then lots of little crunches and wet
noises as the psyche hits an immovable object with unstoppable
force.
‘You have pleased me greatly, Solario,’ Mistress spoke
purringly, running a finger down his chest, the incredible
sexual aura, sex and leather and lust, sweeping from her.
‘You have learned well.’
A look from Her, and I knew… her unerring healer’s
instinct had found the thread… Solario needed help from within
the skull – he needed to understand to be able to accept. His
most basic switch that needed flipped was purely mental, not
physical or emotional… and it was in my hands..
Of course, I was terrified.
‘As you’ve pleased me, Solario. You’ve
earned a reward, I think…,’ I said with some gravity.
If this next thing did not get thru to him, he would
begin to sink, I thought. ‘Listen
and listen well,’ I leaned close to him, willing my presence
to fill his senses, forcing my way past the dismay and sudden
cold cloud that was fogging his eyes.
‘Only the strongest of men can discover themselves as
you have today and not break, My Slave,’ I said in the most
intimate yet casual tone, ‘You understand now the freedom of
being a slave, don’t you?’
He fought to think… I saw him grapple with the concept… and
I leaned down, timing myself to reach his cock and gently lick
from base to tip, just as Mistress reached his lips and kissed
him passionately. He
was so ready… more than too ready… he’d actually already
leaked some cum out, partial orgasms… I allowed myself a
little greed, and took him in my mouth, repeatedly tugging his
balls down to keep him backed off, while Mistress kissed and
pampered him, repeating how good he was, to enjoy his reward,
how marvelously strong he’d been, and how much she’d enjoyed
watching him learning. His
body betrayed him, as it betrays us all… it tells the truth.
I felt the acceptance spread thru his body… and with
it, the fire and desire. I
hoped we’d given him enough strength to make it thru the
aftermath, when he came back…
‘Please… uhhhh… please…’
‘Please, WHAT?’
‘Oh, god… I’m sorry… please, Mistress…’
‘Much better. No,
you may not.’
‘Mistress… please… I can’t hold it….’ I
backed off. He was
going to break.
‘Then we will give you discipline, to sharpen your
ability. You have
proven yourself a very strong man, let us heighten that
strength…’
I slowed, barely teasing him the least amount.
He was right on the edge.
Mistress put his nipple clamps back on. He sighed, just a
little; such rapid acclimation… infuckingcredible.
I lifted his legs, locking the ankle restraints to the
overhead suspension, spread wide, exposing that beautiful café
latte ass…. And grabbed the leather paddle.
Mistress raised an eyebrow; I did not think it too
extreme, however – he needed something that would really push
him, despite how quickly he adjusted.
‘Now… what is your
name?’
‘My name is Solario, Mistress.’ Panting, his body
shuddering, but his voice firm with conviction.
‘And what are you?’
‘I am… a slave, Mistress.’
I remember the first time I went that deep… I
waited for my cue…
‘And… what else are you?’
‘I am… uh… ‘ Yes, down in the deep places it’s
hard to think…
Mistress’ voice slightly teasing, ‘What kind of slave,
then…’
‘I am… a good boy… a strong slave… a fuck slave?… a
slut for you…’
‘Very good. But,
weren’t you a little straight boy when you came in here?’
He whimpered a little.
‘Yes, Mistress… I don’t know what happened… Master
did… Master?’
Uh-oh. ‘Yes, my
sweet one?’ I felt the shock at my use of that affection.
Good.
‘Master…. Am I…
okay?’ Better answer this right, David.
‘Yes, you are more than
okay. We have
stripped you to your core… remember that this is the honest
animal inside you, despite the outside you wear when the rest of
you – Antonio – returns.
Just remember to be strong and brave and accept this
animal when the time comes to leave this place and return to
Outside. He’ll be
afraid… I will comfort you, and Mistress will comfort you, but
only you can comfort him.’
‘…Thank you, Master.’
‘And then we’ll go for Pizza…’ Dammit… It just
slipped out.
And he sat still in shock, and Mistress looked at me… for a
second, she wasn’t Mistress anymore, just my beloved Kitten,
and her eyes were wide with anxiety in that ballooning, still
cracking half second on the edge.
And then he laughed.
‘Oh, fuck… I can see us sitting d-down at
Shakey’s… hee hee hee hee… in my ha-ha-HARNESS…’ It
wasn’t the high, tittering laugh of someone breaking, it was
the deep belly laugh of release… of an old friend.
I smiled; his laughter helped me to step back, and see
the beautiful young man we’d first laid eyes on in the
spring…
CRACK!! Timed just in the half breath after the moment of
release, just like my Wolfbrother taught me.
He’d be proud, too – Solario’s eyes opened wide,
and a moan flowed out of him… He dove back into the depths
with barely a ripple.
Mistress was tracing the outline of his cock with gentle
fingers… maddening. I’d
been on the receiving end of that electric touch before.
‘Mistress… Master…
please….’
‘Please what, Solario?’
‘Please… take me… Mistress… PLEASE… ‘
‘Beg.’ Gawd, I love hearing her say that. I love, even
more, the impact it makes.
‘Master, Please… ‘ and he was
pleading.
‘Solario,
beg us for what you want. You
must learn to beg properly. You need to be clear on what you
want… I enjoy your desires…’ Something about her
voice, steel in a velvet glove…
‘Mistress, please…
take me… inside you… I want you… to ride me….’
CRACK!! He gasped and hyperventilated a little, his eyes
closing and fluttering… then coming back to us.
‘What of me, Solario?
You must admit what you want of me… beg for it.
I told you that you would have to beg…’ I pushed
him, just that little bit… and he went that little bit deeper
‘Please, Master…
please…, ‘ His voice dropped to a whisper, sounding all
the more savage for it, ‘please…. Fuck me, Master… Mistress…. Fuck me…. I am yours…
‘
Mistress straddled him in one fluid motion, gently stroking
his cockhead against her nether lips… His hips tried to buck,
to force himself up into her, but his legs were extended and
suspended and found no purchase… I watched him closely as she
slid down his shaft, taking him slowly inside with a satisfied
growl… his ball sack immediately drew up, his ass clenched and
the small muscles began to twitch…
CRACK!! CRRACK CRRACK!! Solario tensed like steel, caught at the
very onslaught of orgasm, three sharp paddle strokes searing up
his spine to his brain – I’d laid them in with a full
stroke, my first for him. His
body rocked in the restraints, and his mind could not process
the sensation, and gave up… and shut down.
He whimpered… And Mistress began to gently ride him…
I looked over her shoulder… his eyes had rolled up, he was far
down, past verbalizing… gently, we coached and reminded him to
not cum until he had permission…
And I gently, ever so gently positioned myself… slick, oh so
carefully worked to loosen, his body was still very tight and
resistant… Mistress leaned into his body, and whispered
fiercely to him… I slowly pressed into him, sinking into him
so slowly… His legs shook in the restraints and his face
twisted into mask of pleasure and pain, the sickening first time
feel fighting with the soaring rush, and losing… I saw the
white of tooth, then the red of blood as he bit his lip… and
tasted blood, as I bit mine; I was beginning to sink not only
into his flesh, but into my own dark places.…
I stroked gently, fully into the furnace that he was; Mistress
matched my strokes, riding him… he tensed, shaking; She ripped
his nipple clamps from him, and the sudden sensation gave him
his last discipline control.
Sweat rolled from his body, and every muscle was
expanding, growing taut… his eyes suddenly opened and he
opened his mouth, but only chewed and choked his words; his gaze
was eloquent with pleading.
Mistress settled down on his length, and I could feel her
contract her tight velvet wetness around him, spasming his
length; I drove forcefully into him, hard and deep for the first
time, and we said one word, one thought, together.
‘Now.’
His body buckled, trembled, found no release from the
restraints… he whiplashed between us, the spasms setting off
both my own and Kittens explosions as I reached around to lock
her in place on his body and deftly, slickly surprise her,
triggering her little love button while she rode him, giving her
that gentle push into the deep cum.
Solario’s cries alternated with grunts, each grunt
signalling a shot of his seed; his body a lightning rod between
us… it seemed like hours… then, gently, we withdrew, cleaned
and released him. We
comforted him between us, as he curled up between our bodies…
once, right before sleep claimed him, he suddenly opened his
eyes wide, and ran his hand over my face… and turned and
stared intently at Kitten, peacefully slumbering… and I lay
still, my insomnia gripping me fiercely, hoping we wouldn’t
lose him… and he wouldn’t lose himself…
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Oh, it had been so good… my mind, my body, pushed beyond
everything… I was an animal, I was delight, I was given
everything I wanted. Mistress
took me, then, perfectly. She
slid over me, claiming me, warm and strong and slippery and
holding my most vital self intimately inside her.
My heart leapt with my cock – I gave them both to her,
for her joy was mine. All
the fears and extra thought, the world, was burned away and I
was just there.
Her body rode me, tense and strong thighs over me, she
leaned and held me whole, spinning her thoughts thru my ears
into my mind… and I felt Master opening me.
The pain was strong, but I was stronger… Mistress held
my mind and body for me, so that I could flow thru it… or it
could flow thru me… and she took me in, and I took him in, and
the red wave returned… and I was filled and lifted… and they
began to pour me out…
And the crest, the forbidden crest came… it wouldn’t be
denied this time… I tried to tell them, but couldn’t
remember how… I couldn’t… but they knew… they allowed
it… they’d built it…
built it for me… and my world exploded into thousands of
delicious shards… on and on….
I woke up… curled between them; I felt loved, held, safe… realllly
fucking sore…and it was like my mind was a balloon at the
bottom of a lake; I came floating up to the top.
I was myself again. Or
as close as I’d ever be to my (old) self, again.
Madre de Dios
, Antonio… What happened
to me? What had I
done?
They’d done it. They’d
brainwashed me. They’d
turned me insidefuckingout.
But I made it through, and the joke was on them – I
woke up first, and I was GONE.
By the time they came out of it, I’d be home filling
out the police report; but, somewhere inside, I felt a pang of
guilt for even thinking it.
Fuck that. I
was gone like the wind. I
carefully slid free of the bed, in the dark, kneeling at the
bedside, then standing.
Standing too quickly.
The blood rushed to my head – or was it my feet? – and the
room spun, and I fell… only to stop within half a second.
Something was hooked to my harness? I stumbled, and found
my feet… found I was being half carried… that thing that was
hooked to my harness was a hand… a big, warm hand I remembered
so well…
David looked at me, in the dark; I felt his eyes more than saw
them. ‘Go, if you
still wish to do so. But
remember what I told you to remember.’
This struck a chord… deep inside (the honest animal)
some part of me still wanted to obey him.
I felt some real rage and defiance (and lust) jump up in
me.
‘You… you fucked
me.’ I was SO fucked up.
‘Yeah. And you
loved it.’
I ran. I fell.
I ran. The
door was unlocked… it opened into a regular like living room.
There was somebody there, a longhaired scruffy (sexy) guy
with a goatee… he was naked (don’t get hard tony don’t get
hard), sitting at a computer.
I felt suddenly very naked and vulnerable – He
knew!
‘Your clothes are on the chair by the door,
Guy.
’ his voice was warm
(hot), but he didn’t even bother to look my way.
I ran carefully to put them on.
David didn’t materialize (hurry up master) from the
other room… and part of me was baffled and disappointed…
maybe he was waking Kitten (please hurry mistress) up…
Then the man in the room turned my way and spoke.
‘Last chance to stay.’ He looked at me with
compassion peeking out from behind his eyes.
And I almost did stay.
Almost.
I pulled on my jeans, and grabbed my shirt and shoes… and ran
out the door. It was
dark as hell out, and pouring rain… rare for southern
California
.
If I was still in SoCal.
I could be in
Washington
State
… or…. Or….
China
… hell, I didn’t
know… but I was FREE.
I ran…barefoot, on the pavement, down the middle of the lane,
then down the middle of the street… my body was beaten, but I
ran just the same… I ran hard, and didn’t think… because
thinking would be bad… but something inside was hurting, and
angry… and really afraid… and I couldn’t keep running.
My side hurt. And
it got hard to breathe.
I stopped, under a tree… A palm tree… good sign.
I heard a song… ‘Swallowed’, by Bush… I turned…
and saw myself, in the rain, in the glass of a store… I was a
new creature, harness riding my breath, leather and heat, I was
sculpted from steel and glass…
And everything caught up.
Something inside was screaming… it hurt.
I wasn’t free… oh, my body was free, but Antonio –
me – I wasn’t free. It
was the little monster inside me… THAT was screaming… it
hurt, my running away was hurting it.
And I realized they were right.
All the fantasies, all the wanting for things that I knew
were ‘wrong’… the real me inside…he’d been unlocked…
and now I was trying to lock him back up…
And… let’s just say I broke down.
No, more than that… but there’s no words for what it
was…I started to cry… for myself… for the little monster
inside me… and for the world I’d just thrown away and could
never get back.
Sometime later, I pulled it together and started trying to get
up. I didn’t know
where I was… I didn’t know what to do… I couldn’t find
them again, and if I did they wouldn’t want me.
I had abandoned… betrayed them, hadn’t I?
I didn’t really want to get going, go back to my old
life, but I had to do something.
At least now I knew who I was… I uncurled myself, going
first to my knees, then half standing… and I saw them.
Kitten and David… Mistress and Master… standing, in
the rain, hardly dressed… soaked, worried, and waiting on me.
Leaning against a car.
I think I stopped breathing.
They threw open the door. I
got in… and we went home.
And, yes, later, we did go out for pizza.
Epilogue
The tallish, thick man leaned slightly, and whispered something
to the petite redhead who’d caught my eye a moment ago.
She looked like an Olivia print I’d seen once… very
nice, not that I’m like a lesbian or anything.
They both turned, and I think they knew I was watching
them… they spoke to a young, exotic looking guy – Italian,
Spanish maybe – and he looked my way with a direct, smoky
look. Wow.
Too good looking to be single… but I think the big
longhaired guy and the pretty redhead were a couple, so he'd
have to be by himself. Maybe
a girlfriend at home; certainly doesn’t look gay.
Ooooops. The line
moved… hope it wasn’t obvious I was paying attention to them
paying attention. Cool.
They’re right behind me, getting in line for the front
cars. Oooh –
it’s a four car seat, maybe all four of us will go up at the
same time. Kinky,
Sarah, kinky. Right.
Like sex could be as much of a rush as Superman the
Escape; I’m an adrenaline junky and proud of it, but I think
sex is over rated. Both
of the boyfriends I’ve had were pretty good, I guess, but
given the choice of going to
Magic
Mountain
or going to bed… I’ll
go to
Magic
Mountain
.
Heh heh. The
Riddler even lasts longer than Ben….
Ohhhh, Coool… Mr. Exotic is moving on purpose to sit next to
me when we get on the ride.
I kind of strain a little to listen in on what they’re
saying. Something
about an Anniversary Present… Then we’re sitting in the car
and I have the most electric feeling… somehow, the redhead is
sitting next to me, her leg is lightly against mine, but I
don’t mind – it’s kind of chilly out, and she’s warm, no
big thing, not like it’s sexual… and I turn and am arrested
by the smokiest mocha eyes.
‘Hello… you’re very beautiful.’
Spanish, all right, and so confident… wow.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Uh… my name is Sarah… ‘ Try and keep the high
school giggle out of your voice, girl.
‘Glad to meet you, Sarah… My name is Solario…’
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