Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 06:32:21 -0800 (PST)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town - Part 17

With one last sweep of my tongue, I lap up the rest of
my forced ejaculation knowing that I ate it willingly
in front of two men who I have submitted to and who I
will continue to perform for as long as they choose
and desire.  As the plate is taken away, I take a deep
breath. I have learned that I must obey them, so I
remain on all fours, naked, helpless, and vulnerable,
preparing myself to endure whatever they decide to do.
I think to myself: several men have dominated and
controlled me since my abduction, each with his own
sadistic needs. Of late my protests have weakened
either from the intense pressure and pain, or from a
deeper, darker need in me that the men have uncovered.
And despite the humiliation of having to kneel between
Master Nick's legs and bring him to orgasm, my own
cock became so hard and sensitive that I came. What am
I experiencing here? Would I escape from these men if
the opportunity arose, or have I succumbed to the
point where I am there slave now and ready to do
anything they want?

My thoughts are soon interrupted by the slovenly
Master Nick, whose panting belly has settled down and
his fat, cock and hairy balls hang limp and spent
between his hairy, sweaty legs. He struggles to his
barrel legs and pats the top of my head. "Eric's got
himself a real cock sucker. I hope he keeps you around
so I can come back and face fuck you many more times.
He's all yours James. I got to get the fuck out of
here."

As soon as Master Nick leaves the room, I am left
facing an empty chair with Master James sitting behind
me; he says, "Turn around and face me CUNT."  Without
hesitation, I immediately crawl into position, every
movement reminding me of my status. The humbler is a
devious device that keeps me on my knees where I will
remain until Master James decides I have learned my
lesson never to get up off the floor unless ordered.

Master James looks down at me, and I steel several
glances at him. Without moving my head too much, I can
see the inside of his powerful legs that meet at his
shaved balls and large, erect cock sticking straight
out from a small patch of brown hair just below his
formidable, tan, abdominal muscles. He dwarfs my
slight, lightly muscled build and pale body. My cock
is no match for his, so it is easy to feel his
dominance and control. Even if I struggle against him,
he would easily defeat me. Once again, my mind slips
back into thinking about those dark desires that are
seemingly getting stronger. Will I actually become
willingly subservient to him? Will I enthusiastically
perform for him and satisfy his needs. Will I take his
hard, straight cock in my hands, slide my tongue over
his shaft to feel his engorged blood veins ripple by?
Will I gladly cover his arrow shaped corona and swirl
my tongue around and around to feel its girth? Will I
hungrily plunge his cock, deep into my mouth and down
my throat in order to give him the best blow job that
he has ever had? Will I bring him to orgasm and eat
every drop of his semen, all the while thanking him
for the privilege to serve him? YES! YES!

He stands and walks behind me. "You won't have to wear
this fucking thing any longer. I've got better things
to do than keep you on you knees and afraid of tearing
off your balls."  He inserts the key into the humbler
and released the lock. The relief is instantaneous,
and I feel a stirring between my legs when he reaches
down and massages my cock and balls. I groan
pleasantly for him and spread my legs wider apart. He
in turn grabs my shaft and slides the flesh up and
down a few times until he feels me getting erect.
Before I came fully enjoy his attention, he stops and
picks up soft, black cord, ties a slip knot in the end
and slides it over my genitals. When he cinches it up,
I can feel his control once more. With the cord in
place, he can easily lead me about by pulling on my
cock and balls. "Stay where you are, CUNT; I'm not
finished yet." While I kneel naked and looped, he goes
over to a table and returns with more black cords.
This time he takes the shorter on and slides it over
my head and around my neck. "This is a choker collar.
If you struggle against it, it only gets tighter."
I say quietly, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
"No need to talk CUNT. Just do what I say."

Taking the longer, thicker cord, he attaches it to the
ring on the collar. I realize now that it is a dog
leash and collar. Perfect for a kneeling, crawling,
naked slave boy cunt. Dropping the leash on my back he
orders me to stand up. "On you feet with your hands
behind your head and your legs spread, CUNT! NOW!"  I
lunge quickly get into position with my eyes downcast
waiting his next command. With my finger locked behind
my head and my feet spread wide, the leash hangs from
the collar and down my back, and the cord dangles
between my legs. I am prepared for his inspection.

"Look at me CUNT! I am superior to you both physically
and mentally. You are skinny and weak. Although you
think you have a cock and balls like me, you are
mistaken. Your cock is useless and  pathetically
small. Your balls look like two shriveled walnuts. You
have no chest hair and are flat-chested like a little
girl. YOU REALLY ARE A CUNT! A SKINNY LITTLE CUNT!"

Slapping me across the face, he sticks his face right
up to mine and yells, "MAYBE I OUGHT TO TIE YOU UP AND
KICK YOUR ASS OUT IN THE COLD UNTIL ERIC RETURNS!"
How about it CUNT? Should I kick you out? ANSWER ME!
YOU FUCK!"

I plead with him, "Sir, please don't kick me out. I'll
do anything you want. Please Sir. Please!"

Shaking his head up and down as he struts around me
with his hands on his hips, Then he says, "Okay, CUNT.
I'll give you one more chance to prove to me that you
are worthy to be my slave and my servant; I expect you
to follow my directions quickly and without
hesitation. You are to keep your fucking mouth shut,
no matter what I tell you to do or no matter what I do
to you. One mistake and you'll be punished so severely
that you'll wish you were dead."

As I watch him closely, Sir James walks over to the
table again and picks up a chain with two clamps
attached. Grabbing my left nipple, he pinches it
between his thumb and fore finger and pulls it out
from my body. When he releases the clamp, and it bites
into my tender nipple, I can't help but gasp from the
pain. My reaction is met with a stinging slap to my
face. "I told you to shut the fuck up, CUNT! You're
pissing me off, so don't do it again." I blink in
acknowledgment.

Taking my right nipple between his fingers, he pinches
it even harder and pulls it away from my skinny chest.
The clamp sends a current of pain to my brain, but I
remain quiet, simply gritting my teeth. Then Sir James
gives the chain a tug, tightening the clamps even
more. "These are special clamps. The Japanese really
know what they were doing when they made these. The
harder I pull, the tighter they bite. Be careful,
CUNT!" Once again, I blink in acknowledgment of his
control and authority.

"Now, do I have your attention?"  I look directly into
his eyes and nod. My own eyes are wide open and
tearing up. "Good! You're going to show me how much
you respect me, and in turn, how to properly worship
me. First of all, you can lower your arms and relax.
You can move around as much as you need to as long as
you do what I tell you."

Raising his arms and putting his hands behind his
head, he stands in front of me, taller, larger, and
more imposing than me. "Do my pecs, CUNT! Use you
tongue and lips, and pay a lot of attention to my
nipples. I like it when they're hard. Get to work!"

I sigh deeply and move close to him. Because he is at
least five inches taller than me, all I have to do is
lean forward with my mouth open until I touch his
chest. I moan quietly as I lick his right pectoral
muscle and nipple with my tongue flattened. As I move
my head up and down, and back and forth, I can feel
his heart beating, and I can see his chest moving as
he breathes. I suck in his nipple and flick it with
the tip of my tongue feeling it hardened and jut
outward. When he is satisfied with my tongue worship,
he says, "Move to the other side, CUNT."

I open my mouth as wide as I can and flatten my tongue
as I slide it across his chest smelling and tasting
his masculine physique. As I move my mouth around
wetting his bulging muscles and erect nipples, I
realize that a few days ago, I would have felt
humiliated doing this. But here I stand, obediently
licking and tonguing another man's chest and nipples.
Now I want to satisfy him. I purse my lips, draw his
nipple between them and flick it with my tongue, all
the while moaning in pleasure. What is happening?

Drawing me back to reality, Sir James says, "Stop,
CUNT! Do my armpits. See what a real man is like.
Lick!" He has taken me by surprise. I thought he would
make me kneel and give him a blow job. I don't want to
do this, but at least humiliation doesn't hurt. I lick
his left armpit, tasting the musky sweat deep in the
furrow. After more than a minute, I move my mouth over
to his right armpit and lick up the sweat, all the
while wanting to end this.

Sensing my reluctance, he puts me in a head lock,
grabs the leash, and jerks it downward, forcing me to
my knees. Pulling the choker collar tight, he grabs my
jaw and glares into my eyes, "If you don't like to
lick my armpits, CUNT, you must want to do my ass."

Picking up the balls cord, he holds it and the leash
in one hand, turns his back to me, and bends over
shoving his ass right up to my face. "Get to work,
CUNT!"

My previous thoughts of wanting to please him rush
from mind and sheet disgust and humiliation flow over
me. With only seconds left to respond, I think, "I
can't do this. I can't." A heel kick to my balls and a
jerk on my leash reminds me of what I am expected to
do.
I fight through the pain in my groin as I place my
hands on either side of his hips and lean forward with
my eyes closed, like not seeing what I am doing will
somehow make it easier. I make long swipes with my
tongue on each buttock, licking the same areas over
and over, trying to avoid, for as long as I can, the
separation leading to his anus.

He screams at me angrily, "QUIT FUCKING AROUND, CUNT!
GET YOU TONGUE IN THERE AND LICK!" Letting out a deep,
guttural groan, I plunge my face between his ass
cheeks and lick the length of his crack. With my mouth
buried in his ass, he jerks harder on the leash,
pulling the choker so tightly that he keeps my face
right where he wants me, and makes me fight for air as
I lather his ass. The taste, the smell, and the lack
of air are taking their toll on me. I work my tongue
as hard as I can, but as I am losing strength. I
think, "Please let me stop; please!" With one last
jerk on the leash, I lick as fast as I can until he
releases his hold on me. I immediately drop to all
fours on the floor, forehead touching, breathing
heavily, and completely spent.

Whirling around, he grabs my hair, jerking my head
backward so he can glare menacingly at me. I DIDN'T
TELL YOU TO STOP, CUNT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER
WITH YOU."  I don't say anything or make a move. I
look at him, hoping he will show me some mercy.
Instead he slaps me across the face and sits down in
his chair. "You're not done, CUNT! You haven't done my
feet. Lay on your back with your head by the chair. As
dejected and humiliated as I am, I roll over to my
back and slide myself to the foot of the chair. Sir
James stands and turns around straddling my chest.
Lifting his right foot he positions it above my face
and says, "Use your tongue, CUNT, and don't stop until
I tell you." First I lick his heel and then his arch.
Angling his toes towards my mouth, he says, "Open
wide." When I do, he sticks his toes in my mouth and
tells me to suck them. I do as he says until he gags
me. Then he pulls his toes out of my mouth and orders
me to suck on his big toe. I suck his toe as I would
his cock.

When pulls his foot away and stands over me, he says,
"What have to you got to say now, CUNT!" My breathing
is labored, but I say, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for
letting me worship you body, Sir."

He stops me there sticking his left foot on my face. I
know what he wants, so I open my mouth, and he fills
it with his toes. I lather them as best I can until he
pulls them out and orders me to suck his big toe
again. By now I am moaning and grunting from having to
bathe his feet. As soon as he is satisfied with me, he
pulls out and straddles me again. Picking up the leash
and the balls cord, he says, "Get on all fours and
follow me. I obediently crawl behind. He leads me
through the kitchen and out the back door and on to a
wooden deck. The coolness of the air makes me shiver
as I look around. He points to the left and orders me
to crawl up to the empty hot tub. "You won't need
these any longer, so hold still while I take them
off." Once the leash, collar, and balls cord are gone,
he says, "Get in the tub and lay down on your back."

Crawling up two steps, I slide my body over the edge
and position myself in the middle. Sir James crawls in
behind me and straddles me once again. "In a few
minutes, I going to fill this thing up and take a
relaxing soak. You will serve me drinks and food
that's waiting inside. Then you'll stand by to massage
or wash me when I am ready. Understand?"

I do nothing but nod my head; my eye view is straight
up between his muscular legs ending at his hanging
cock and balls. Beyond them I see him staring down at
me. Our eyes meet for a moment; then all of a sudden,
a hot, stream of piss splashes on my face. "OPEN YOUR
FUCKING MOUTH SLAVE AND SWALLOW." The stream is strong
and steady, and I do my best to swallow all I can. The
rest leaks out runs through my hair and down my neck.

When he is finished, my mouth wreaks with the smell
and taste of his piss, and I lay in a puddle beneath
my head. "Well, that felt good. You can get up now and
wipe your face. But don't try to drink anything. I
want you to remember what I taste like. When you're
done, go inside and bring out the food."

I take a towel and wipe as much of his piss off me as
I can, but the taste and smell lingers. When I go
inside the house to pick up the food, I hear Sir James
whistling as he fills the hot tub. He has left a note
on the counter. It reads, "CUNT, since you are my
servant maid, you should dress the part. There's a
lacy apron, a pair of panties, and a pair of heels
waiting for you. Put them on before you bring me the
food and drink.

When I look down at the frilly, clothing, I shudder to
think that now I have been ordered to perform like as
his sissy maid. His imposing stature, physical
strength, and dominating personality has already
broken me down. Now he has taken my last shred of
manhood in demanding that I wear female lingerie. I
take a quick look around to see if he might have left
some of his clothes lying around so that I could
escape. Nothing is in plain sight, and I know I have
only a few minutes to get dress and to serve him. So I
resign myself once again, that I am his captive and
that I am helpless.

Picking up the lacy, see-through panties, I step
through one leg hole and then the other. As I pull
them up my legs, I feel the coolness of the sheer
fabric, which barely covers my crotch and my ass.
Reaching for the lacy white apron, I slide the top
part over my head so that the rest hangs on my chest
and just below my cock and balls. I finish dressing by
tying a frilly bow behind my back. Once I slip on the
high heels, I am ready to become a maid and serve Sir
James.

Balancing myself on the high heels, I gingerly step to
the refrigerator to retrieve the food Sir James has
prepared for himself. All the food is sealed in
containers, and a bottle of wine is chilling beside
them. I place everything on the serving tray, and
carry it out onto the deck where Master James is
sitting at a table. "Over here, CUNT. Hold on to the
tray and bend over so I can reach everything.

In order for me to remain in position, I must bend
over at the waist, keeping my legs straight and
holding the tray out in front of me. The high heels
make me stand so that my ass sticks out behind me
draped in the white lacy bow. Sir James takes his time
serving himself food and drink while he smiles at my
predicament. Although the tray is not heavy,
maintaining my uncomfortable position is stressful,
and I find myself shifting my weight as I did when I
rode the horse. "Come on, CUNT, we're just getting
started. When I finish with this, I still going to
soak in the tub. It's almost filled with nice, hot,
steamy water to soothe my body and my mind. When the
last of his food is gone, Sir James stand, takes his
wine glass, and settles into the hot tub, letting go
with a deep sigh of contentment. He ignores me for
several minutes as he sips from his glass, leaving me
to suffer under the increasingly position.

"Okay, CUNT, take the tray back into the house and
then get you ass back out here." I take the tray to
the door holding it in one hand while I grab the
handle with the other. Being a bit unsteady, I almost
drop the whole tray on the porch. Sir James warns me,
"If you fuck up CUNT, you're going to pay."

Once inside, I laid the tray down and immediately
report back to Sir James. "Since you are such a weak
and skinny little bitch, I think you need to exercise.
I'll make you strong and tough as nails so you'll be
prepared for whatever I want from you. Right now you
will keep your little outfit on because you a still a
soft pussy and not worthy enough to be my slave."

Here I stand naked except a pair of see-through
panties, a lacy white apron, and black high heels,
looking like sub-tranny ready take all the punishment
and abuse a Master wants to mete out. "This is what
you are to do. Start with five jumping jacks. I want
to see your frilly little apron bounce around. Then
drop to your knees, throw your legs back and give me
ten push-ups. When you're done with the first round,
start all over again and keep going until I tell you
to stop. Do it, CUNT!"

I feel so awkward and ashamed that I have succumbed to
all of these me and let myself  be humiliated by them.
I take a deep breath, look down at my lacy outfit and
start jumping unsteadily in my high heels.
One...two...three...four...five. Dropping to my knees and
throwing my legs back, I start doing the ordered
push-ups. The first few are easy, but I struggle to
complete the last three. I have been weakened by all
the ordeals I have been put through. I am thirsty and
hungry, but I don't dare stop. With my chest heaving
with exhaustion, I start all over with the jumping
jacks, then the ten push-ups. Sir James seems
unconcerned, and pays no attention to me. So, I go to
the third set, more fatigued than ever. I completed
the jumping, but when I got through with three
push-ups, I collapse on the deck. My legs are burning
and I can barely breathe. I tell myself, "I don't
care. Let him beat me or do whatever he wants. I can't
do anymore."

"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING WEAK, CUNT! If that's
all you can do, you'll stay dressed like the pussy
bitch you are from now on. Now get your ass over
here."  I crawl to the side of the hot tub as he
glares down at me. "Kick off your shoes and take off
your apron. I don't want them ruined. Leave your
panties on and climb into the tub."

I do as he says, untying the bow and laying the apron
aside while I step out of the heels and put them next
to the tub. When I climb into the tub he orders me to
sit across from him and to relax. This is the first
time in a long time that I haven't been made to do
anything but relax. I am both relieved and
apprehensive because of all that I have endured since
being abducted. Looking me straight in the eye, he
says, "I'm not into all this physical abuse like some
of the other guys. When I get a cunt like you to use,
the first things he learns are that I am superior to
him, and that he is not to question or hesitate to
follow my orders. I expect him to learn very quickly
that he is here for my pleasure, not his, no matter
how submissive his desires are and how much he craves
being controlled. So you understand me, CUNT?"

"Yes, Sir James, I do."
"Okay, CUNT, so why are you here?"
"Sir James, I was given to you by Master Eric because
I had not learned how to properly obey him. Sir, you
brought me here to train me and to serve as your
personal slave."
"Are you a submissive male, or are you are you
performing because you don't want to be punished and
in hopes that we'll let you go?"
"Sir, since my abduction, I have been put through many
ordeals, tortures, and punishments. Early on, I was in
complete despair and wanted nothing more that to
escape. I was humiliated and ashamed that I, although
forced, would perform and submit to these men. Many of
the acts were demeaning, painful, and sadistic, and I
was relieved when each one ended. But as time moved
on, my body and mind began to respond. Physically, I
began to feel the urge to respond positively to the
men. My cock got hard, and I began to perform more
enthusiastically in hopes of being allowed to have an
orgasm."
Leaning forward toward me he says, "And how do I make
you feel, CUNT?"
"Sir, at this point, I am afraid. I feel very
submissive in your presence, and I you're your
physical and mental control when you touch me or give
me orders."
"Are you attracted to me, CUNT?"
"Sir, not to you, only to your power."
"Then why did you allow yourself to mouth and lick me?
You weren't tied up or being tortured. You did it
willingly. You must be attracted to men!"
"Sir, please try to understand that prior to be
abducted, I had never touched a man in a sexual way.
But then, when I was taken against my will, I felt
helpless and vulnerable. I did what I did to survive.
No mater what they forced on me, I did."
"So, how do you feel now? You are sitting across from
me, naked and wearing a pair of female panties. Are
you a submissive?"
"Sir, as long as I am under your control, I feel
submissive to you."
"They you are willing to do whatever I want. Is that
correct?"
"Sir, yes Sir."
"That's just what I wanted to hear. I have made
arrangements with Master Eric, and he has decided to
turn you over to me. You are now my property. I am
your new Master, and I will train you to be the kind
of slave that I need. I am finished soaking, so get
out of the tub, get the towels, and get ready to rub
me down."

As I kneel on the floor of the deck holding the
towels, Sir James exits the tub and stands above me,
dripping wet. When I look up at him, he nods giving me
permission to strand. I take the large, white bath
towels and dry his strong, muscular body. When I am
finished, he sits down on the chaise lounge and orders
me to kneel between his legs. "Look at me. Before I
start training you, CUNT, I'm going to give you a
chance to worship my cock and balls. You have stared
and stared at them, so now you'll get the chance to be
my cock sucker. Start licking!"


To be continue...

I would like to give Sir Richard a special thanks for
responding to my writing and requests for input.

This story has been a long journey through my
imagination, and it will continue for as long as I get
new ideas or inspirations. I am always open to new
ideas and comments from reader. Some of you have
written to me on more than one occasion, and I do
appreciate that. As I have said before, I have never
experienced any of these things; I can't be sure if I
am gay, straight or bisexual. My writings depict male
on male sex, but I cannot be sure how I would react to
an encounter with another male. I have said that I am
a submissive, but I only think I am or have feelings
that I am because I lack real experience. This kind of
writing excites me, and I have had countless orgasms
writing and reading, but that's all. Maybe someday
I'll find out. Until next time, read on! John