Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 09:32:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a smal town - Part 6 (Gay Authoritarian)

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.

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.

Six: Beast
As I breathe heavily trying to blow his hot, salty
piss out of my mouth and nose, my heart pounds in my
chest while he just stands before my suspended, naked,
and tortured body, laughing at me.  Still holding me
by my hair, he says, "Now I'm done. If you want down,
slaveboy, you'll have to beg me."
Still struggling to gain control, I blurt out, "Yes,
sir, please let me down.  I'll obey you; I won't give
you any trouble."
After he unfastens my outstretched wrists, he brings
them in front of me and locks them together again.
Then he lowers the chain holding me upside down until
I am lying on the floor again.  I let out a deep sigh
of relief as the blood pressure in my head begins to
lessen. Once he unlocks my ankles, he allows me to
bring my legs together. Finally, I can rest for awhile
even though my naked body is still overheated and
stinging from the beating.  Without a word, my
tormentor leaves the room and turns down the lights.
The entire ordeal has worn me out, and I fall asleep,
no longer caring where I am, or what will happen to
me. I awaken some time later bleary-eyed and
shivering. I am still naked with only my wrists locked
together.  The cuffs on my ankles are no longer
chained together.

"What's he going to do to me now," I think.  Before we
had been caught breaking his rules, he had threatened
to brand me and assfuck me; I want no part of either
humiliation. But, up to now, he has total control, and
I am forced to submit to his degrading acts, so I have
no reason to hope that anything will change.  In fact,
I remember that the other officers had told me that
this guy was hard and cruel to anyone that he made his
slave.
While I am worrying about how much I am going to
suffer, he opens the heavy door, walks in and yells
loudly, "GET THE FUCK UP, SLAVE AND STAND AT
ATTENTION, FEET WIDE APART AND POINTED INWARD."  I
comply as quickly as I can, not wanting to anger him,
and still he kicks me in the ass.
"Now bend over and put your hands on the floor."   I
lean forward catching myself on my cuffed hands. Then
he kicks my legs further apart.  In this embarrassing
position he grabs my balls and roughly shoves a butt
plug up my ass. Because I moan and grunt too loudly,
he squeezes my balls sending a shooting pain through
me. "GET USE TO IT CUNT. YOU KEEP THINKING YOU'RE
GOING TO GET A BREAK HERE. YOU'RE HERE FOR ME TO USE,
AND IF WANT MY DOG TO FUCK YOU, I WILL.  NOW GET DOWN
ON YOUR KNEES AND CRAWL BEHIND ME."
He leads me into another room that contains more
bondage gear.  "This is my pony barn, you fucking
miserable cunt. We're going to play a little game."
Grabbing a paddle, he cracks my ass cheeks and yells,
"SPREAD YOU LEGS APART!"

When he is satisfied with how I am positioned, he
lifts each knee and slips on a pad.  Then he buckles
on leather ankle cuffs.  Next comes a wide belt around
my waist.  From there he moves to my cock and balls
sliding a leather pouch over them and locking it in
place. He hits the end of the butt plug with his hand
just to remind me that it will
remain right where it is, torturing my asshole.
"You're okay with all this, right boy?"
Knowing what the answer must be, I mutter, "Yes, sir."

"Good. Let's continue."
He slips gloves onto my hands while telling me,
"You're going to take me for a ride outside; do a good
job and you can earn a nice place to sleep tonight."

All I can manage is a groan, as he continues buckling
a wide collar around my neck. When he shoves a leather
horse's bit into my mouth,  I try to adjust to having
the bar holding my mouth open. Then he sits across my
back.  "Time for my ride, boy."
Grabbing the reins attached to the bit, he pulls hard
and holds my head back. "Before we  get outside, I'm
going to teach you how to obey my commands, and after
a few minutes of training, I'm sure you'll know what
to do."
Even with the bit holding my head back,  I scream in
pain.  He shoots an electrical jolt through the pouch
and into my cock and balls. "That little jolts means,
GET GOING, BOY!"  Two more jolts are shot into me, and
I cry out again, trying to shout, "Please, sir, no
more pain."
He only laughs, and continues, "That means STOP!."
As I scream from a shock to my left nut, he says
sadistically, "LEFT, boy."  After I endure one more
shock, to my right nut, I think my training is
complete.  I am ready to obey without question.  "Just
so you know I'm serious, boy, how's this."  He sends a
continuous shock into my cock and balls that makes me
scream and writhe in pain.  It only lasts a few
seconds, but I immediately begin pleading with him,
"Please; please stop; I'll ride you around all you
want."
"You will anyway, boy.  And you will follow the shocks
because I'm not going to say a word.  I'm just going
to push a button and you're going to obey or get the
full jolt."
After getting off my back, he grabs the reins and
leads me out the back door and into the grass.
Standing in front of me as I wait on all fours like a
beast, he laughs, "Before we get started, I`ve got to
piss again, and you know what that means. Open up
cocksucker; I'm want to fill your gut once more."
Feeling hopeless and completely degraded, I obediently
raise my head and wait with the bit keeping my mouth
open to become his toilet. I do the best I can,
swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his hot,
disgusting piss.  When he drains his bladder, he
loosens his hold on the reins, and I drop my head down
in shame. Patting me on the head like a dog, he
sneers, "That's what I like see, an obedient slave
boy. You'll be here for a long time, and things will
go a lot easier on you when you do a I say. Now, let's
take that ride."
He swings around me and jumps on my back. Since I
weighed only about 140 pounds, his 180 pounds makes me
feel like I am going to get crushed.  "Hold me up cunt
or you're in for a long night of hell.  The first time
is always the hardest.  You'll get stronger and more
able to endure my torments the longer you're here."
Then the sharp pain of electricity shoots through my
cock and balls.  I grunt in pain, but move forward.
Fortunately, he rides me around only the flat part of
his yard going perhaps a hundreds yards out and back.
As I move along slowly under his weight, he holds the
bit tightly in my mouth, making me salivate just like
a horse.  When he demands that I go faster, I receive
a bare handed slap on the ass.
Then the shocks come.  First, I get the two quick ones
signaling me to stop.  Then one, and I move to the
left, all the while, groaning quietly and trying to
bear up under the pain of the shocks and the weight of
his naked body. And, although the field is flat, the
grass is almost eight inches high and my arms, chest,
gut, and legs are being tortured by the stiff, prickly
blades. Not only that, I begin sweating from
temperature and having to work so hard under him.  But
he says nothing and takes no pity, just sitting
quietly pushing the buttons of his electrical torture
device.
After two grueling laps around the field, I am
beginning to tire rapidly; I stumble a few times
almost breaking my wrists.  If it wasn't for the
gloves and the knee pads, I would have been bleeding
long ago.  And even the though I dread each shock, I
grow accustomed to them and obey immediately when
jolted.  But, the plug in my ass begins irritating my
asshole, and I try to wiggle my ass thinking it would
move.
Sensing my discomfort, he hits me once again, only
this time, right on the end of the plug which, like
the electrical shock, sends a pain up my ass.  "Look
cunt, the only way this thing is coming out is when I
decide to fuck you.  I want you primed and ready for
my cock up your pale, skinny, white ass."  Then he
hits me again.  Then shocks me twice more.  I know to
stop immediately.
When he gets off my back, I sigh deeply in relief
thinking this torture game is over. Without saying a
word, he walks in front of me, grabs the reins and
leads me over to a fence pole.  "I think you need to
learn a lesson.  I'm going to tie your reins to this
post, and you will remain on all fours in your get up,
waiting like a good horse would until I say you can
come back into the house."
After two hard smacks on the ass, he gives me a long
jolt of electricity to my cock and balls.  "Remember,
disobey me, and you'll pay."  As he walks away, the
current stops, and I slump down without leaving my
hands and knees.  I cannot take a chance that he will
show me any mercy.  At first, I think that he is just
letting me rest as before and that when he returns, I
will be freed of the horse restraints.
But he has purposely left me in the sun.  I am already
very tired from the ride, but now the heat and weight
of the saddle begins to seriously wear me out.  With
the sun beating down on me, I can't concentrate.  I am
sweating badly and the body salt makes all
scratches from the grass burn horribly.  I am thirsty
and dizzy.
"Please; please come get me, I think.  I've learned to
obey.  I know you are in charge, and I have no way of
escaping.  Please, help me." Then, I feel faint, and I
fall over; although I know it means trouble for me, I
cannot get up, so I resign myself to any punishment he
will make me endure. He must have been watching me as
before because within minutes of my collapse, I hear
him yell, "GET ON YOUR FEET, YOU FUCKIN' COCKSUCKER,
AND RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN BACK TO THE HOUSE!"
The words scare me, so I hurry to my feet, and
struggle through my exhaustion, until I am running as
fast as I can, carrying the weight of the restraints.
When I get within about twenty yards of the house, he
sends the current through my cock and balls.  I scream
through the bit and stumble, but know I cannot stop.
He hits me again, and I
shake, but don't give up.  After a third jolt, I reach
the house, and I collapse down to my hands and knees
assuming the beast's position.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING, CUNT. I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO
GET ON THE GROUND!"  WHAM! He hits me with the
electricity again, this time not turning it off.
Though the pain I struggle to my feet, feeling weak
and weary.  "AT ATTENTION, CUNT!"  I do the best I
can, trying to stand still, naked; still dressed in
the hot, black leather saddle; still fighting the
fucking bit in my mouth; and still bearing up under
the plug in my ass.
When I get into the position that satisfies him, and
after letting me stand at attention for several
minutes, he walks up to me, unbuckles the saddle,
letting it fall to the ground behind me. Then he takes
the bridle and bit out my mouth.  "You've got a lot
more to learn before I race you against the other
slaves because I don't like to lose.  It only makes me
angry, and then I have to take it out on you."
As he glares at me, he undoes the belt around my waist
and pulls out the butt plug.  "What do you say, cunt?"

 "Thank you sir, for letting me be your horse and
perform for you today.  I'm sorry if I  made mistakes.
I deserve to be punished."
 "Well, you seem to be learning.  But I'm very hard to
convince, so let's just say, there will be more
discipline for you.  Now get into the house.  We're
going to the shower where you'll learn how to be
bathroom slave."

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