Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:33:58 -0800 (PST) From: F P <myrequp@yahoo.com> Subject: 24/7/365 with Mark Part 1: Getting to Mark. Disclaimer: This story is fiction, any names or situations are coincidental and not attributed to anyone in real life past or present. Although, I wish the story was real ;) --------------------------- 24/7/365 with Mark Part 1: Getting to Mark. A year had past since I met Mark in the "Master/Slave" section of the dating website. Mark was looking for a 24/7/365 live in slave, and I was more than eager to become just that. Mark was is his early 40's, 5 foot 9, and in fairly decent shape from working in a loading dock most of his life. He was looking for that perfect sub/slave to accompany him for the rest of his life, to serve and pleasure him in whatever way he deemed necessary, and finally I was going to join him. I was 22 at the time, and always knew I was bound to be a slave and serve a Master. I was bi, but knew once I made an oath to a Master that I would bother with girls anymore. I had a few girlfriends in my life being in decent shape from working out. I was 5 foot 9 and my body type alternated with the seasons, I was in good shape in spring and summer from the sports and jogging I did and usually gained a few pounds once autumn and winter came along, but I usually retained a slim to athletic body type. Our agreement was set, after a year of paying off bills and making the necessary steps to leave my old life and go to my new one as a slave was set. I had to take a train from Chicago to a town in Montana and he was to pick me up and drive 2 hours back to his place. Rest assured that I did take a year to think about it and to get to know him with exchanged emails and phone calls, and I knew I would never be happy unless I did it. The day had come, and I was nervous as never before, but I knew I wanted to serve Mark. I went to Grand Central Station in Chicago and boarded my train. Those were the longest 7 hours of my life. I wasn't sure weather or not Mark would come, I followed his instructions to the dime. I wore a white t-shirt, blue shorts that I used to wear in High School, which showed my thighs a little more than conventional shorts, and no underwear, not to mention my massive boner that hardened overtime I thought about being a submissive slut, and was easily seen if I didn't cover myself with my backpack. I was also instructed to bring a back pack with only my best pair of Jeans, best t-shirt, and all my ID's and passport. This was real and I was scared, but I needed it to be. I had I arrived to my pick up destination and was looking for Mark. Inside me, I was conflicted on weather or not I wanted him to show, on the other hand my cock was hard and ready to bust from the 7 hour long train ride and continuos boners I was getting on the train ride here. I spotted Mark's truck as he had described and found him in the truck exactly as in the pictures we exchanged.This was it, I was scared but my hardon lead me straight to his truck. We exchange formalities and got in his truck as instructed. We had agreed that I would not become his full slave until we arrive at his place. I was a free man for 2 more hours and we had agreed that those 2 hours would be used to discuss my limits and further go into detail as to what was expected of me. Mark seemed calm and stern, he was more muscular and bigger in person than in the pictures he had sent. His aroma was intoxicating, it was not raunchy, but manly, a working man's smell. My cock was leaking precum by now and Mark noticed, he gave my dick a tug through my shorts and said “Too bad you wont be using this anymore after today.” He was right, Mark said he was going to get a chastity belt for me and I was never going to be allowed to touch my own dick ever again. This sense of power he had over me only heightened my interest in him. It was a real shame, I had a decent sized dick, a little over 6 and a half inches and uncircumcised. Our conversation in the car ride consisted of material we had already covered and nothing new was opened up, it was just a way to get time to go by and for me to know what was coming. My limits were scat, needles, and extreme pain. But those were also his so It was mutual to agree in them. We had finally arrived to his house, Mark lived 25 minutes from the closest town and lived in a farm house, it was nice and isolated, and very spacious, our closest neighbors were about half a mile away which made it really easy for Mark to suggest I would be working outside chores as well. As soon as Mark parked the car in front of his house, he reached to the back seat to retrieve a duffle bag. He took out a heavy metal collar and attached around my neck followed my some heavy chain and a heavy duty lock and he used to lock the collar and chain together. The collar felt extremely cold on my neck and I was going to protest, but as soon as the first words escaped my mouth Mark back handed my and told me to shut up he said "You're no longer a free man faggot, you speak when spoken to, never say no to me and everything will be fine, better yet, never say anything else again unless I ask you directly, your no longer Frank, your my bitch now". With the shock of the blow and the realization of reality I just shut up and listened to orders. He told me to get out the truck and I did. “Step out the truck with your new chain and collar, grab your bag and stand until I tell you do otherwise". I did as I was told, I carried the chain with me and steeped a few feet away from the truck door, I stared straight ahead fearing I would get smacked again if I looked back at him. I herd Mark grab the duffle bag and get out the truck then he stepped in front of me, "Take of your clothes" he said, I was hesitant, we were still outside and I was scared of being seen nude. " I said take of your clothes NOW!" he barked at me as he pulled the chain closer to him pulling me toward his face. "NOW!" he barked again and spat in my face with. I hesitantly took my T-shirt and short off. I was now fully nude exposed the outside elements and a breeze of air that my naked body was not used to. I was humiliated my my exposure and I tried to cover my now limp dick. Mark slapped me again and said yelled “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, in fact your not even allowed to touch your dick", He reached into the bag and pulled out handcuffs that he place to my hands behind me. He pushed me to my knees and said "Look at you, pathetic, a good looking dick, a good body, and now its nothing more than a piece of meat for me to use. You're no longer a man" He grabed my clothes and bag and emptied the clothes in the bag in a pile keeping only my Id's and passport. He grabbed lighter fluid poured over my clothes and struck a lighter to the clothes. I knew then that this was really real, and at that moment I knew had doubts of what I had done. I got up and started to run away but Mark pulled me by the chain forcing me to fall backwards. After a few slaps, I was being dragged inside as I watched my clothes burn away, I was no longer a free man, I was now a slave, and I had regretted my choice. But it was too late, I had gone this far, and this man, this brute, was not going to let me go now, afterall, this is what I had agreed too since the beginning, a now way out slavery to him. There was little I could do to escaped, Mark was pulling me by the chain and my hands were handcuffed behing me, I was trapped here. My body was beginning to confuse me because I started getting hard again, I don't know if it was the bondage I was in, or the control Mark was exerting over me, but I started getting hard again. Mark noticed my boner and smirked, he pushed me towards a table with my belly touching the table and my legs spread by him to expose my ass. I knew I wanted to get fucked, but not soo fast, I was expecting to get inspected first, shaved, showed around the house, suck him off then fucked, but he was gonna fuck me now. My cock was rock hard by now haning by the edge of the table, Mark ignored my cock and gave my balls a squeze. He spat once on my hole and another on his cock hear. I realized then what he had in mind, a raw fuck with little lube. I tried to stand up but he just pushed me back hard on the table, it was no use, I was handcuffed and had little use of my arms. Marks cock was an impressive 7 inches and uncut, it had a thick mushroom head and veins that covered the sides of the monstrous shaft. Mark leaned over and whispered "Your going to take this to show you who is boss around here, and I want to hear you scream and cry as I fucking rape that tight hole for the first but not the last time" as soon as he finished saying that he spat one more time on his cock head, smeared it around his head, then used the strenth of his right forearm to hold my squirming body down and his left had to position himself in my hole. I could feel the cock head trying to enter but he wasn't pushing in it was just resting there, as if he was waiting for something. I began to breather heavily knowing what was coming but horny and expecting, wanting it, needing it. I had fantasized about getting fucked my his cock so many times before and I wanted it bad, I wanted his cum deep inside me. As soon as I relaxed thinking about it, and let my guard down, Mark jammed half his dick inside me. --------------------------- to be continued....