Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2000 19:04:10 BST From: Jack Rowan <jack_rowan@hotmail.com> Subject: The Story of Tim - part 6 THE STORY OF TIM - part 6 This story includes descriptions of sexual relations between an adult man and a teenage boy, including bondage and SM. If the law in your jurisdiction says that you're too young to be reading this, then I suggest very strongly that you should obey the law. People who are likely to be offended by the subject matter are respectfully advised not to read it. Please note: This is fiction. In real life, sexual relationships between adults and teenagers cannot be condoned. For other notes, please see the start of part 1. Comments will be very gratefully received by Jack_Rowan@hotmail.com ====================================================================== 33 Tightness ------------ "Now, to work," he said. "David, please ask Tim to undress." He unpacked one of the boxes. I could see that Tim was baffled by the thing which appeared. I nodded at him, and he undressed again. "Tim," I said, "This is a chastity belt." He looked at me, puzzled. "It will stop you from wanking, or even getting hard. From now on you will wear it most of the time." He made a strange little cry. "In future, you will only come when I allow it, and in my presence. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Come over here, Tim," said Damian. "The waist band goes round here, above your hips. Your dick goes in this." He folded the two halves of the tube around Tim's already hardening dick. "Your balls go in this, and then there's this connecting it to the belt." He strapped it together. The ball pouch was a seriously tight fit, and I saw Tim's eyes widen as it was fitted. Straps round his legs and over his arse globes held it in place. He showed me the lock which held it all together, and gave me the keys. Finally there was the strap which run through the crack of his arse, over his hole and up to the belt at the back. "You can screw a dildo here. I've included a selection. This strap is detachable and it has its own lock, so that you can undo it when he needs to shit, or if someone's going to fuck him." He tweaked Tim's nose. Tim looked at me wide-eyed, but in Damian's presence said nothing. The belt, and the thought of what it would do to his feelings, intoxicated me. I grabbed him and kissed him deeply, as my hands ran over the straps. "All the time, Tim," I whispered in his ear. "All the time. You wanted the tightness..." Once again, a strange cry came from him. "It's already hurting, Master. I can't get hard. Master - It's a very strong feeling, Master." "I know. Deal with it." I turned to Damian. "And the other one?" "It's similar, but disguised as a swimming costume. From what you said, I thought that might be a good idea. It can be worn anywhere; the straps and so on are not visible." "How about showers? Swimming?" "They're water-proof. It isn't a problem. You should take off the dick-tube every few days, for cleaning. Apart from that it can be worn continuously. How long since you took yours off, Max?" "Thirty-six days, Master." "And in that time, have you managed to come?" I asked. "No, sir. I am never permitted to come in that way." "It's true," said Damian. "It's nearly two years since he came, except by being fucked. He has to be fucked to come. He doesn't even try to get hard any more, do you, Max?" "No, Master. My dick does not try to get hard. It hasn't done so for a very long time." Tim was staring at Max in horror and amazement. I wanted him to fear this. Of course, I wasn't going to treat him in this way. I loved his hard dick too much. "I hope in the end to train him to not even want it. In the end he will be a one-hundred-percent fucktoy. We're getting there. Will you stay for supper?" "No, we'd better be going. We still have to visit Paul again, and get home. Tim, put your clothes on." He obeyed. Once he was finished, there was nothing to show the restriction he was in. It was delicious. 34 Changes ---------- As we walked back to the car, I noticed he was trying out how it felt, how it rode. "Feel okay? Walking okay?" "Sure. It's pretty comfortable, actually." "Yes. Damian is really good." "David, you aren't going to, you know..." "What?" "Keep me in it for months and months and stop me ever coming?" We got into the car, and I swung it towards the north, and Paul's house. "I could." "Oh wow. Oh, David. Please. I really like coming. When you sucked my dick..." I had mercy. "I could, but I won't. In fact for the moment you'll be taking it off every night, most of the time. I just don't want you coming whenever you feel like it. Coming is only for between us. I want you frustrated all the time. I'm kinky that way." He laughed, with relief. "It is tight. I like it." "We'll see how you like it when I screw a ten-inch dildo into it." "A dildo?" "A false cock. To go up your arse." "Oh, god!" "Most people use them to open slaves up, so that they can be fucked more easily. Smaller ones first, then bigger and bigger. You know. I won't with you." "Why not?" "I want to use my dick to open you up. It'll hurt more that way. Dildos afterwards." He actually smiled at this bloodthirsty remark. "You said I'll take it off each night?" "Yes, I think so. Usually." "But, David, I'll have to tell you. I wank at nights." I smiled at him. "We'll have other ways to stop that." We walked the few hundred yards from the car to Paul's house. "It kind of massages me as I walk. It's an odd sort of feeling. Sexy. But my dick can't get hard. It's quite tantalising." I laughed at him. "That's the idea. Always desperate for it." "Bastard!" "'My sex is yours- '" "' - Do what you want with me.' Okay, I understand." "Do you? This is me taking your sex under control, Tim. From now on, it's me, not you, who decides when you come. That's what this is about." "Wow." "It's a permanent change. When you come: that's a decision you've given up for good, so long as you stay with me." "Which will be for ever." I smiled at him, as we stood at Paul's door. 35 Formalities -------------- This time the door was opened by one of his trainee slaves, a young man in his twenties with a spoilt, petulant face. "Yes?" "I am Master David. Master Paul is expecting me." "Oh? Who's the boy?" "That is Tim. He is my slave." The slave sniffed. "Children. Oh lord. This place has been a SHAMBLES today." "Please take us to Master Paul." "You'd better come in. Wait here. And don't let that kid loose, for fuck's sake." He left us standing in the hall. "I don't understand," said Tim. "He - If he doesn't like being a slave, why be one?" "Many of Paul's trainees have been damaged in one way or another. One must make allowances. There are lots of kinds of abuse." I could see him digesting this. Then the slave came back. "You'd better come this way." "Thank you. What is your name?" "Damon." "Thank you, Damon." He looked at me oddly. He was quite a pretty boy, really, but his grimaces and mannerisms spoilt it. He led us back to the surgical- looking room. "David! Everything's ready. Good. All okay, Tim?" "Yes, sir. Thank you sir." "Thank you, Damon, that will be all. Andrew will help." Damon flounced out. "So, did Damian set you up?" "Yes, one of his heavy-duty chastity belts." "Mm. You aren't going to be too tough, I hope. Damian goes too far with Max, in my opinion. It's true that fucking him is a dream, he just comes in buckets. And the screams! Amazing. But two years without a genital orgasm - well, it's too radical for me." "Not really my style, either." "Well, let's see, now. First we have these." I could feel that the wrist-bands had a steel core, which the D-rings were set in, but they were covered with a fawn-coloured plastic, about a quarter of an inch thick on the inner surface, although just a skin outside. "Unusual colour." "Suits him. And they look pretty much like sweat bands. Come on, try." I fitted the bands on Tim's wrists. They were quite tight. I slid the tongues in, and they locked. The keyhole was almost invisible. Paul was quite right. They really did look like sweat bands, or if you looked closer, the sort of leather bands many kids wore. He could wear them anywhere. My eyes locked with Tim's. He was loving this. Beneath each D-ring there was a kind of catch I hadn't seen before. "Pressure catches. A new thing. Look." He turned Tim round, pulled his hands together behind his back, pressed the wrists together, and they caught. "You release here - look - there's a little indentation. Of course, Tim's fingers can't reach it." He released Tim's hands. "Stand in front of him," he said. "It's a knack. Try." I looked into Tim's eyes and moved his hands behind his back, pressed them together. It worked. Tim's eyes had the blurred, unfocussed look which, I was learning, meant he was seriously turned on. I left his wrists connected. Andrew picked Tim up under the arms and put him on the table. "Now the ankles. They're the same, but a bit wider. Put them on." I did, and then pressed his ankles togther. They caught as well. "Undo them all. There's something I want to try." I fumbled with the releases. It's a knack, as Paul said. "Stand here, Tim. David - tell him to do it himself." "Tim. Catch your wrists and ankles." He obeyed. It took no more than a second, and he was bound hand and foot. "Nice. Then there's this." It was a gag, black, made of the same plastic, and moulded exactly to Tim's mouth. He had to open his mouth wide; then I pushed it in and buckled the strap behind his neck. A hole helped him to breathe. "And finally." Tim's collar. I had decided on a broad, black one, with four D rings and a lock. Paul had added pressure catches, at the back on the sides. It still looked no stranger than many teenagers wear. I looked at my boy, gagged, his arms and legs clamped, staring at me with a wild look on his face. "This is your collar, Tim. I'm going to put it on you now." I clasped it round his neck. It set neatly, firmly; you could barely fit a finger inside it. The lock clicked home. I decided to do the whole thing. I don't really go for this sort of stuff, but Tim did, and he was entitled to it. "I call on you to witness that Tim Hamley is my collared slave. From him I require obedience and submission to the limit of his strength. To him I will give my protection, my love and my guidance, even at the cost of my life. So I swear, and so help me all the kindly powers." "We witness," said Paul and Andrew. I looked at Paul's _Exact Endeavour_, and felt something shift. It was disquieting. "Take out his gag, and undo his catches, please, Andrew." He obeyed. And my beautiful boy knelt before me, and kissed my feet, weeping. 36 Yet more truths ------------------ "I think a glass of champagne wouldn't be amiss, Andrew," said Paul, and Andrew went to get it. I crouched beside Tim and held him. "David - Master - I'm so happy. I never thought, I just never thought it could be this good..." I hugged him till he was quiet, then lifted him to his feet. Paul poured the champagne, and gave a glass to each of us. "Gentlemen," he said. "To a happy future for David and Tim." We all drank. Paul insisted that Tim should drink the whole glass. He giggled and obeyed. "Before we go, I'd like to have a few words with you. And Andrew, if you don't mind. In private." "Of course. Damon!" He must have been waiting outside the door. "Please look after Tim for a few minutes. Now, David." "May we sit down? Andrew too?" "Of course. Andrew, dear boy, draw up a chair. Now what is this, David?" "I wanted your advice. I discovered today that Tim was abused when he was younger. Seriously. Both physically and sexually." "Who by?" asked Paul. "I don't know. He won't say. He won't say much of what happened, either, but it affects him deeply. To start with, I thought I would have to call the whole thing off. He insisted - insisted with tears - that we shouldn't. But I - I've never been in this situation before. I hoped that you might help. You too, Andrew, because I know you were abused as well." "May I speak freely, Master?" "Of course." "Sir, it's important that you find out exactly what happened. Otherwise you can't know where the problem areas are. With respect, that should be your first priority. Who the abuser was may also matter, especially if it's a family member who is still in touch with him. But the main thing is to find out exactly what happened to him." "But how? It's all very painful for him and he finds it very hard to talk about it." "Sir, if necessary, you must do it under the lash. It's not just for you, it's for him. Once someone else knows, everything is easier, it all falls into place and becomes less important. Master Paul had to do this for me. It was very terrible, but I regard those days as the start of my liberation." "I agree with Andrew. It WAS a terrible time, but also glorious. I count it as one of my great achievements." He took Andrew's hand in his. I tried to digest this. "And once I know? What then?" "David, you know and I know, and Andrew knows if anyone does, that what we do is good. You must have faith in yourself, in your skills (which are far greater than mine, by the way), and in your love. The boy is clearly bats about you. If you find that he's been fucked, for example, then your job is to reclaim that. If he's been tormented in some way, to reclaim that. And so on. In the end the abuser will be driven out of him, there'll be nowhere left for him to stand. Do you see?" "I agree absolutely, sir, with respect. You must confront the damage wherever it has happened, and overcome it." I paused. "Actually, that's almost exactly what Tim said. 'Once we've done it, it doesn't matter any more that HE did it'. That's what he said." "Sir, I think he is right. With the greatest possible respect, sir, I think he has a better perspective on this than you do yourself at this moment. You have both the ability and the opportunity to cure that boy, sir, and I think it is incumbant upon you to do so. After all, sir, you have just taken an oath." I straightened as if slapped. It was an astonishing thing for a slave to have said. I looked at Andrew with respect. "Thank you for speaking frankly. You remind me of my duty, and you're right." "May I say something else, sir? I suspect also, from what my Master has said, that he will agree with me. Tim is a very wonderful person, intelligent, beautiful and brave. It is enormously to your credit that despite his history he has given himself to you in such a wholehearted way. It is not the sort of thing that many Masters achieve." "I did, though, didn't I, my boy? I did." Paul patted Andrew's hand quietly. Andrew smiled at his Master, and suddenly I realised that it was time to go. "We must go. Thanks for all you've said and done. Could you get Tim for me now?" 37 A knee in the groin ---------------------- Tim seemed hot and flustered, but also a bit amused. His wrists were clamped together. I assumed he had done it himself, and left them that way. We said our goodbyes. Paul hugged Tim fiercely, and wished him a good journey. Andrew kissed me, and I felt comforted by the embrace. He would be a wonderful Master, one of the greats. Today Tim and I reckon him our closest friend. I helped Tim into the passenger seat, saw that he was comfortable despite his arms clamped behind him, and we set off. Tim laughed. "You know, he tried it on with me, that Damon fellow." "He what?!" "Almost as soon as we were out of the room. I called him sir, like you said, and asked what we were going to do. Next thing I knew, he'd clamped my wrists. He said he was going to give me the fuck my life." "Good god!" "I said no he wasn't, and he said he was the senior slave and I had to obey him. I said I would obey him in anything reasonable he asked. So he said, kiss him. So I kissed him." "You kissed that little punk?!" "Well, your orders were to defer to them, unless they wanted something, um, 'demeaning or humiliating'. Well, I figured kissing wasn't that, so I had to obey. It wasn't very nice. He smelt. And his mouth was all sticky." "Tim! You did that because of my order?" "Of course. I get off on obeying your orders. It may sound really odd, but there was an extra buzz in doing something really gross, just because you had ordered it. Is that weird?" "No, people feel like that. I guess I shall have to be a bit more careful with my orders." I wasn't joking. Tim was obviously going to grow into a bottom of the heaviest sort. I would have to keep an eye on him. "Anyhow, the next thing he ordered was for me to kneel down and suck his dick. I thought of kneeling in front of him, and decided that was demeaning and humiliating all right. I had just knelt in front of you, and that wasn't demeaning or humiliating, it was the best moment of my life." "Oh, Tim, my darling boy!" "I'd kneel to you, because I love you, and you're a great Master, and all these other Masters and important slaves like Andrew treat you with respect and work through the night just because you ask them to, and STILL you swore an oath just to me, and gave me your ring and your collar, just for me, and you're always kind and polite even to waiters and people, and even to punks like him. So kneeling to you was NOT demeaning and humiliating, it made me BETTER. But I wouldn't kneel to him. It was wrong. It would be an insult to YOU, because I'm your slave and I have your ring and your collar, and so I'm entitled to some respect, no matter how junior I am." Every word he said made me feel more and more the vast responsibilty he was. I prayed. I don't do that often, but I did it then. "Anyhow, I said I wouldn't, and he said I had to, because he was senior. And I said that you had ordered that I wasn't to do anything demeaning or humiliating, so I wouldn't. And he said it was an honour to suck his bloody dick, and I said, it was up to me to decide that, and account for what I decided to you, not him, and I wouldn't kneel to him or suck his dick, and that was that. So then he said your orders didn't count, because you were in his Master's house, and I said, well in that case, why don't you go and ask your Master about it?" I laughed. "He certainly isn't one of the brightest of god's creatures." "So then he said, sod this, I think I'll fuck you straight away. But of course I knew he couldn't, because of the belt thing, so I wasn't too worried. Then he started to undo my trousers, and I couldn't stop him, because my hands were clamped, you see." "Jesus, Tim. How horrible." "And then I thought how you, even though you're a great Master and I want you to, you haven't fucked me yet just because you think it isn't the right time, and how when I thought Damian would fuck me and I safeworded, you both stopped absolutely at once, even though you're both great Masters and could fuck any slave you wanted, really. And I thought about some things that happened to me when I was little, and how I couldn't do anything about it then because of how little I was. And how now I am the slave of a great Master, and other Masters and high slaves like Andrew and Max were kind to me and gave me champagne and talked to me politely, and so now I ought to be able to stop nasty bastards like that from being horrible to kids like I used to be." I looked at him in utter amazement. "So I got really angry, and I kneed him hard in the balls, really hard, and as he was doubling up, I kicked him in balls too. And he fell down making groaning noises, and I wasn't sorry at all. Then I walked up the stairs, and Andrew came to get me." I cheered. "Well done, little man!" "So, did I do right? Did I do what you want me to?" "Yes. I'll tell you another thing. You say you're the slave of a great Master, and I suppose that's right. But I am the Master of a wonderful slave, too. That's what Andrew said, and he should know. He said it did me great credit that you had chosen me, and he's right." I could see Tim smiling at me. "Did you mean that, when you put my collar on me? 'My protection, my love and my guidance, even at the cost of my life'?" Actually, I hadn't really thought about it when I said it. I said it because that's what you say. But now I went over it, it was a pretty good summary. I guess that's what Chris meant when she said that things like that have an effect on you. "Yes, I meant it." "That's so lovely. When you said that, I felt as if I would be safe for ever, that everything would be all right for ever." "Well, I'm afraid that..." "Oh, of course I know there are problems. You can't stop it raining or me getting flu or failing an exam or whatever, or crashing a car and dying. But I know I can trust you and that's all that counts." "I hope you haven't forgotten the 'obedience and submission to the limit of his strength' bit." "'Course not. But that's easy. You know what I'm like. I'm a slave. That's how I work, like you said. I'm a true and complete submissive, that's what you called me." We drove for a while in silence, in the dark. "Perhaps I should ring up Paul and get him to give Damon a hard time." "Yeah," said Tim, viciously. "Flog the fucker. In that basement with the torches." I was a bit shocked. Somehow I expected Tim to tell me to drop it. "You don't mind me snitching on him? After all, he's a slave like you. And Paul, well, he can be pretty hard." "Snitching? What do you think this is, school? Aren't we on the same side? Can you imagine a slave like Andrew or Max keeping something from their Masters because it's snitching?" I remembered Andrew recommending that Tim should be questioned 'under the lash', and thought it unlikely. "Actually, no, I can't." "Well, then. When, when I'm older, I want to be a slave like Andrew. Who's got respect by being a good slave. That's my ideal. To be like Andrew is, for you. I follow you, that's it." "You're getting very assertive, Tim." There was a pause. I couldn't see his face. "I'm sorry, Master." "Did I say I disapprove? As a matter of fact, I don't disapprove. One of the ideas of today was to try to help you to learn that being a 'true and complete submissive' or giving 'obedience and submission to the limits of your strength' doesn't mean being a snivelling toe-rag. It doesn't mean going BEYOND the limits of your strength, and it doesn't mean being less of a person, or having no respect for yourself. Meeting Andrew wasn't something I'd thought of, but if your ambition is to be like him, I can't think of a better one." "Thank you, Master."