Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2007 15:10:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town - Part 4

I continue to write this as I do all my stories. I am
the submissive male. This allows my imagination to run
wild, and I can see myself experiencing each scenario
that I conjure up. Please send your comments and
suggestions to my email. I appreciate hearing from
both Masters and subs.

This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something
like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself
in the hands of a man you do not know under such
vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of
age or not yet 21 years of age, depending on the
country, you are too young to read this and should
depart from here until you reach the legal age If you
are offended by imagination of sex between men or
master slave type sex then you should not read this.
In fact you should not even be here.
Part Four: Ordered to the House
The ordeal outside the house is over.  I have suffered
through the hanging, beating, enema, and face fucking.
 Now I stand outside the door of his house, my cock
limp, my balls still aching, collared, leashed, and
chained hand and foot, knowing that once inside, I
will be subjected to more cruel and painful tortures,
all for the pleasure of my captor. Still, I cannot
escape.  I am too far from help, and restrained as I
am, I would not be able to move fast enough to get
away.  He knows what he is doing, and I know I have to
obey or be punished.
My thoughts are interrupted when he opens the door and
orders me inside.  He stands before me, naked and
menacing, "Get your ass over there; sit down on the
wooden chair by the fireplace."
I walk to the chair, sat with my head bowed. Pulling a
chair up to me, he sits down and stares at me for a
moment.  Then he grabs my jaw and forces me look him
in the face. "What's the matter boy. You should be
grateful I've let you in the house. Some of my boys
never got past the stocks.  I had to let them go. But
you've done well.  You've proven that you like to
submit to my treatment, and that you can take it.  So,
now we move on to the next step.  Are you ready to
become my houseboy, prepared to perform and serve me
and my guests at any time, day or night?"
All I can manage to do was look at him in disbelief.
I think, "What would I have had to do to be let go
like the others.  I had in my mind that there was no
escape, and that he would all but kill me if I tried.
"Don't worry bitch.  Those boys who left here were in
bad shape. They could barely walk.
"Before we call it a night, boy, you're going to show
me respect and worship my cock and balls for a while.
Get on your knees, Now!."
I slide off the chair and onto my knees, a place and
status I am becoming very familiar with.  I crawl over
to him as he spreads his hairy legs and reveals a
semi-hard cock encircled by a heavy patch of dark
hair.  "You'll have to do all the work this time
pussy. Hold my balls and cock and lick every inch.
When I'm satisfied with your performance, you can suck
my cock until I cum in your fucking mouth or until I
decide that I've had enough. Now get to work!"
I hold his balls in one hand, his cock in the other,
leaning my head to the side so I can lather his balls
and perineum with my spit. I lick and suck gently,
moaning in appreciation of getting to eat him. Over
and over I slide my tongue over his sac kissing,
nibbling, stimulating him. I would much rather lick
and suck him for hours than to be beaten and raped.
Moving my head upwards, I suck in the head of his dick
swirling my tongue and moving my mouth around and
around as I continue moaning in fake delight. I probe
his piss slit Then I lick the underside of his hot,
hard shaft, tasting his flesh. He begins to respond my
performance, his large cock getting larger and darker
red. I slide my tongue down to his balls again and
take them into my mouth lathering then all over again
and completely wetting his pubic hair. He begins to
move his hips to the end of the chair urging me on and
on. "Eat Me You Fucking Bitch! Eat Me!"
Then, all of a sudden he stops me and says, "What a
minute cunt.  I've got to do something.  Grabbing my
head, he sticks his cock halfway into my mouth and
begins to piss.  When I try to back away, he grabs my
ears and screams,  "Swallow you fucking whore. Drink
my piss and don't ever try to back away."
I swallow mouthful after mouthful of hot, salty piss,
feeling so humiliated by what I am doing and how I am
accepting his taunting words. But I know better than
to stop.  When he is finished, and my stomach is full
of his piss,  he orders me back to sucking his cock.
"That felt good cunt, and I'll bet you loved it. You
didn't miss a drop. I guess this should become a
regular part of your day starting with my morning piss
after a good night's sleep.  How about that pussy?
Doesn't that excite you?"
All I can do is groan in despair as I continue to suck
his cock.  I listen to his constant verbal torments
while I suck his cock, feeling and tasting his cock
head slide along the inside of my hot, wet mouth. Over
and over his shaft invades my mouth.  I moan more in
disbelief at what I am doing than in any pleasure, but
my cock swells anyway, and I feel the need to cum
growing deep inside. I hope he will notice and let me
cum, so I keep up a constant stimulation with my
tongue and lips so that he will have an explosive
orgasm and be please with my performance.
"You sound and feel like you're really getting in to
this, boy; your hard little cock is dripping.  Maybe
you'd like me to jack you off so you can cum, huh?
I moan deeply so my mouth will vibrate around his cock
and send him the message that I am desperate to cum.
Then I suck harder, bobbing my head up and down on his
dick, and massaging his balls with my hands. Feeling
the pressure on his cock, he grabs my
shoulders roughly fucks my mouth. He keeps pumping
away and lasts several minutes under my constant
sucking.  Then I taste cum seeping from his cock, and
I know that he is about to unload massive globs in my
mouth. After one, deep guttural groan, cum begins
shooting into my mouth, and I swallow his sperm
moaning as it goes down my throat. He holds my
shoulders as he slides in and out of my mouth as his
cock continues to throb. When his spasms weaken, he
pushes me away.
I kneel in place breathing heavily from so much
exertion as he catches his breath. "Cunt, you suck
cock better than anybody I've ever had. You'll going
to serve me for a long, long time.  Keeping sucking me
like that and you won't suffer any beatings.  You'll
just be my twenty-four hour cum-slut."
My mind was spinning.  I don't know whether to be
happy or scared to death.  Here I am, bound and naked,
and being told that I will not be beaten if I continue
to suck his cock the way I have just done.  I have
been held captive and forced to submit to ass fucking
and face fucking, and now he is seriously considering
keeping me prisoner for a long time.  I felt a need to
be dominated long before this time, but I did not know
that I could be forced into doing what I have done
while being held by the officers.  For now, I don't
seem to have a choice.  He has power over me, and I
will submit or be punished.  So, I say meekly, "Sir,
thank you for the privilege of sucking your cock. May
I please continue to be your slave? And Sir, may I
please cum?"  Then, showing my complete submissiveness
to him, I lean forward and kissed his cock and balls.
"I like your attitude, cunt.  You are my slave, and I
like the way you suck cock, but I will treat you
anyway I want to, so get used to it."
His words make me whimper.  There seems to be no way I
can avoid his torments, no matter how well I perform.
I begin to think of ways of breaking free, or maybe he
will tire of dominating me.  But then, he would
probably just return me to the others.  And I remember
how they treated me.  I feel hopeless and vulnerable
knowing that I have to submit to him.
He interrupts my thoughts by saying, "Just to show you
I can be understanding, I'm going to let you cum, if
you do everything I order.  Follow me.  First, we are
going down to the basement where I have set up a
special place for my slaves.  You're just one of many
to
pass through here, so I know when you see what is down
there, you will submit, and submit quickly."
I trail behind him as the chain between my ankles
clunks on the wooden steps.  A door at the bottom
opens into a dimly lit room. As I look around, I see
that one wall is covered with mirrors, and one with a
variety of whips, belts, manacles, hoods, and other
unknown torture devices.  I shudder to think what can
be done to me in this place.
Turning to me, he asks again, "You do want to cum,
don't you?"  "Yes sir, I do."
Once the chains between my wrists and ankles are taken
off, he says, "Get  down there, on the floor, with you
hands behind your back and knees spread, wide."
When I get down, my legs are not spread wide enough to
satisfy him, so he kicks them further apart.  Then he
walks over to a darkened corner of the room and rolls
out one of his torture devices.  "I've got some
special furniture that will keep you right where I
want you, so I can enjoy myself.  If you struggle, it
can be quite painful.  If you don't fight it, then I
get what I want, and you'll escape the pain. Let's get
started. This is another variation of the outdoor
stocks, with a twist."
After he opens the top rail of the stocks, I am
ordered to put my hands and head in the cutouts.  Then
he locks the top rail down. With my head and hands
restrained, he locks my ankles cuffs to the legs of
the device.  This time my body is not bent over as
far, but no less vulnerable.
"Now comes the part I told you about.  Struggle and
you could experience a lot of pain and probably damage
your cock and balls." He attaches a crossbar between
the uprights, and to it he attaches a steel rod with
an adjustable spring loaded ring clamp at the top.
Grabbing my cock and balls and pulling them away from
my body, he clamps the ring shut.  "This little devil
will make you stand still."
He is right. The other restraints are mild compared to
this.  I am standing flat footed and can move up and
down or side to side only by pulling on my cock and
balls. If he decides to whip me, torture my cock and
balls, or fuck me, I will not be able to resist.
"How does it feel to be totally controlled, CUNT?
When I let out a groan, he says, "Just relax and
accept your predicament.  It'll go a lot easier. And,
you'll get to cum."
Adding to his total control, he covers my head with
cloth hood and draws the string tightly around my
neck.  "Now you can concentrate on feeling what I am
about to do." Another groan lets him know I am
frightened. "You sound scared, cunt.  That's good. You
can yell as loud as you want because no, and I mean no
one can hear you anyway."
The next thing I feel is a pair of hands on my cock
and balls, follow by a warm mouth encircling my dick.
I manage a low guttural moan. It feels so good, and my
cock hardens more with each stroke of the hand and
mouth. The mouth sucks and licks my cock and balls
bringing me closer and closer to cumming.  My captor
is listening to me. As my
breathing gets shallower and moans turned to high
pitched whimpers, the mouth disappears.  Only the
hands remain pulling on my cock and balls.  The
feelings of pleasure turn to the pressure of having my
genitals pulled and squeezed.
Without warning, I feel the first sting of the whip on
my ass.  I scream out in pain.  "Oh no, Please,
Please, Stop!  Don't hit me. Please! Please!  I'll do
anything."
As he lands blow after blow on my back, ass, and legs,
I continue to scream, and he laughs "You'll do
anything anyway, cunt.  But go ahead, struggle and
scream.  I like to hear slaves crying and pleading for
mercy.  It just gets me hotter!"
Then all of a sudden he stops, and the mouth begins
sucking my cock again.  It is still hard and my
screaming turns to moans and groans. My body burns
from the whipping, but my cock responds to the
sucking, and I feel like I am about to explode. The
hood is hot, and I am sweating and breathing heavily.
When I jerk toward the sucking mouth, the whole frame
moves. I cry a long, low growl as I try to get off.
But again the mouth stops sucking my cock, and I cry,
"Oh no, no. Please finish me. Let me cum! Please!
Please!"
Instead of getting a response, all I hear is the
cellar door slamming.  "Oh, no, I think. Is he just
going to let me stand here in frustration, not knowing
when or even if he will let me cum?  With me unable to
move any part of my body including my cock and balls,
I am at his mercy.  Should I scream?  Does he want to
hear me beg, or does he want me to be silent?  The
uncertainty upsets me, and I begin to jerk about
trying to free myself from this beast of a
contraption. After a few minutes, I know I will be in
this position for as long as he wants to leave me
here.  So, I try to quiet my mind and ride out the
torture.
I lose track of time in the silence and the darkness,
but once the heat of  the hood becomes unbearable, I
cry out again, "Please, sir. Help me.  I can't breathe
with this hood on. Please.  I'll do anything you want.
 You don't even have to let me cum. Please, come
back."
When I shut up to catch my breath, the door opens.  I
can't tell who is in the room, but I hope he has
returned to free me from this torture. As I hang in
the stocks, I feel the ringed rod around my cock and
balls being raised.  The pressure forces me to raise
myself
up on the balls of my feet to relieve the pain. I
didn't know how long I can hold this position, so I
hope he is just testing my submissiveness. Just as my
legs began to tremble, the mouth covers my cock again.

As I tried to keep my balance and still enjoy the cock
sucking, my captor stands behind me, his naked body
against my sweat-soaked, naked body.  He runs his hard
cock up and down the crack of my ass while he
encourages me, "Hold on cunt.  You can do it. If your
legs hold out and you don't rip your cock and balls
off, you'll get to cum in this slave's mouth before I
let him go.  Then you'll get to replace him and be all
alone with me twenty-four hours a day."
Tears run down my face inside the hood because I don't
want to be his slave, but I know he will not let me
go.  And I am in agony. I can't hold my position for
much longer even though my cock is being suck. Then I
hear my moaning and groaning, and I feel my legs
shaking. The slow cock sucking is speeded up, and I
feel myself ready to cum. With one last guttural
groan, my cum starts spurting into the slave's mouth.
Feeling like my head is going to explode, he just
keeps sucking until I am dry.  When he pulls my cock
out of his mouth, it is still hard and aching, and I
slump, nearly ripping my cock and balls off.  But I
have no strength left to fight, and I hang there
groaning until my tormentor lets my cock and balls
loose.  Now, I can stand flat footed, but I am still
weak from the torture and cock sucking.
"Walking up to me, he rips off the hood and sneers,
"Here's the guy that just sucked your dick."  As I
stare in to the eyes of another man, all I can do is
whimper. "Now you owe him, and he gets to do anything
he wants to you before he leaves. You won't have to do
any work.  He'll get what he wants while you just hang
there.  When he's done with you, I'll be back. I'm
going to burn my brand on your ass like the others and
then fuck your brains out."  Patting my cheek, he
says, "Have fun CUNT."
When my captor leaves, the slave turns to me and spits
in my face. "First I fuck your ass; then you'll clean
my dick with your mouth and suck my cock until I cum
again." Stepping behind me and grabbing my ass cheeks,
he laughs, "Your ass is cold, slave boy.  I need to
warm it up before I fuck it."   Walking back to face
me, he lifts up a wide leather belt to my lips and
said, "Kiss it."  When I do, he slaps me in the face
and moves behind me.
I can hear him swinging the belt in the air before he
hits me.  Then the first blow lands forcing me to cry
out.  "Oh god No! Please don't!"  Then he hits me
again and again without pausing until I plead with him
to stop. "Oh, please, please, stop.  I'll do anything
you want. Please, please stop."
He gives my five more hard stinging swats.  "Now I'm
going to fuck your ass.  Showing me no mercy, he lubes
my ass hole with his fingers, grabs my hip, guides his
cock to my ass hole and then rams his cock in, up to
his balls.  I cry out in pain and fright.  Grabbing my
other hip he slides his cock in and out of my ass
grunting and groaning with each stroke.  I am locked
into the torture device and cannot move.  He fucks me
and fucks me and fucks me until my cock begins to get
hard, and I start groaning along with him. Sensing
that his fucking is making me hard, he grabs my cock
and starts pumping.
"Slaveboys who get hard while there getting fucked are
kept around here for a long time. You enjoy being
fucked by a man, so you'll be kept as his slave for a
long, long time. And your tight, skinny ass makes for
a tight fucked.  You've already sucked his dick, so
you know how big it is.  Wait until he fucks you up
the ass.  You'll be screaming for mercy."
I am forced to listen to all this while I am being
fucked.  Yet it won't be over even after he cums in my
ass.  I will have to clean his cock and then suck him
until he cums again, no matter how long it takes.  He
fucks my ass and pumps my cock for a long, long time.
Then I feel  him moving faster slamming his thighs
into mine.  He shouts at me, "Start counting the
strokes, cunt, out loud until  I cum in your ass.
"One, two, three, ...ten, fifteen."
The he slams his cock into me one more time and cums,
hard , holding himself  against my ass  and filling my
ass with his hot cum. I feel him spurting cum and his
cock throbbing.  He stands against me for several
minutes gently pumping my dick but not letting me cum.

I pleaded, "Please let me cum.  I need it."
"Sorry slave.  He says when and where, not me or
especially not you. You'll have to pay for and suffer
every time he lets you cum. Remember that."
Still I try to force a load of cum from my balls, just
to get the relief I desperately need. Feeling my hard
cock, he pumps faster and lets me cum.  I grunt and
groan as my cum shoots from my dick. "Oh, thank you;
thank you."
"You just better hope he doesn't find out, or we're
both in trouble. You know you're not done.  I'm going
to take you out of this contraption so you can finish
your work on me."
"Okay.  I'll do anything.  Thank you, again."
He first unlatches the head and wrist piece, and as I
rub my neck and wrists, he unlocks my leg cuffs from
the uprights. I stand quietly for a few moments to
enjoy the sense of freedom, but then I drop to my
knees, reaching for his half-hard cock and licking my
cum off. Then I suck his balls. Once he is clean and
hard, I take his dick into my mouth and bob my head up
and down sucking him until he is moaning and groaning
again.  I suck his cock for several minutes until his
breathing quickens and he grabs my head fucking my
mouth for all he is worth.  I go along with him raping
my mouth, moaning
and breathing hard.  Then with one last thrust, he
shoots his load into my mouth.  I swallow all his cum
and hold his dick in my mouth until he is soft.  When
he pulls away, he leaves the room silently after
patting my head.  I lay down to rest knowing my
tormentor would soon return to fuck me again and
again.

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