Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2010 17:24:25 +0200
From: Kinky DEV <kinkydev@live.nl>
Subject: Becoming his property - Chapter 2: Hooked

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Becoming his property

Chapter 2: Hooked

I sat between his legs waiting for things to come. He slowly drank his beer
while looking down at me. When he finished his beer he got up and retrieved
a large bag from which he took a leather collar with metal studs. He looked
down at me and asked "Do you want to be my slave, boy? To serve me, to obey
me and to be my property?"

Surprised, I looked up at this guy standing over me. I did not expect this!
I only knew him for a few hours and was unprepared for this question. But
then I looked at my dick. It was rock hard and precum was already forming a
small pool on the floor. In my darkest fantasies I wanted to be enslaved,
to be controlled and to obey a dominant Master in leather. So I thought
about it and finally answered "Yes Sir, I want to be your slave, to serve
you, to obey you and to be your property, Sir."

He was pleased with that answer and told me that, as a symbol of my
servitude to him, I was to wear a chain-collar around my neck at all
times. He placed it on my neck and locked it with a small padlock. The
chain had a dog-tag attached that said "Property of Master DEV". Somehow I
felt great to be his slave and I was proud to wear his collar.

Now that I was his slave, he started to explain the rules I needed to
follow when I was in his house. I was not allowed to wear any clothes
except for the clothes my Master provided. I was not allowed to use any
furniture, nor was I allowed to use the bathroom without permission. I was
to remain on all fours unless told otherwise and not allowed to speak
unless a question was asked or in case of an emergency. And lastly, I was
not allowed to cum without permission. Any breach of these rules would be
severely punished and more rules would follow at a later time.

I obediently listened to his rules. When he finished he asked "Are these
rules clear to you, slave?" I answered with a resounding "Yes Sir!" He
smiled and said "Good, now lets have some fun."

From the bag he took leather ankle cuffs which he ordered me to put on as
tight as I could. When I was finished he took a pair of fist mitts out of
the bag which he fastened on my hands tightly. I had no way of using my
hands whatsoever. He ordered me on all fours with my elbows touching the
floor and attached a metal spreader bar on the ankle cuffs with small
padlocks. He then placed a spreader bar on the fist mitts and locked it as
well. A third bar was used to connect the two spreader bars which resulted
in me being unable to move much. But he was not yet satisfied. Ropes were
tied between my knees and elbows to restrict my movement even further.

He looked at the result and said "Let's make it a bit more interesting"
with a devious smile on his face. He started looking in his bag for
something. I really started to dislike that bag but I had no other choice
than to endure whatever it was he wanted to do.

He pulled my balls between my legs and attached a humbler to them. He then
attached two pieces of rope to both ends of the humbler and tied the ropes
to each end of the spreader bar between my ankles. He adjusted the tension
of the ropes to make it even tighter. My balls were now pulled between my
legs and it hurt like hell. He placed two nipple clamps on my tits and
attached an elastic band to them. The other end was attached to the
spreader bar between my wrists. My tits were now constantly pulled
forward. If I wanted to relieve the pain in my tits I could lean forward
but this caused even more pain in my balls.

He rummaged in his bag again and found the head harness he wanted and
strapped it on my head. It had a large, removable penisgag which he pushed
in my mouth so all I could do now was grunt.

"Now the final detail" he said and he showed me a steel anal hook with a
large bulb at the end. I did not like that hook and started pleading him to
stop. Of course I only produced some grunting sounds and the more I moved,
the more I hurt my balls and tits

He laughed at me and said "No turning back now, slave" and spat on my
ass. Using his spit as lube, he inserted the hook in my ass. It hurt like
hell as he pushed the bulb in but he was relentless and finally my ass gave
in and opened up enough to let it in. The metal was cold which gave some
relieve from the pain. He tied a piece of rope to the hook and attached the
other end to the head harness. He adjusted the tension so I had to keep my
head up to prevent the hook from tearing my ass apart.

Here I was on the floor, completely unable to move. If leaned forward to
relieve my nipples my balls hurt, if I moved my head down my ass hurt and
if I leaned backwards to relieve my balls my nipples hurt. He stroked my
cock a few times and then sat in his chair and started watching the TV
again. "Enjoy, slave" he said as he placed his boots on my back and used me
as a footstool. Unable to move, with constant pain in my balls and tits, I
suffered in silence for my Master.

I don't know how long I was on the floor but when he got up I was relieved
to be released soon. How wrong I was. He went to the kitchen and got
himself another beer. When he retuned he patted me on the head and said
"Enjoying yourself, slave?" with a sadistic smile on his face. He sat down
in his chair again and placed his boots on my back again. He took his cock
out of his leather pants and started stroking slowly as he drank his
beer. He really seemed to enjoy my suffering since his cock was rock hard
in seconds.

The idea that my Master was getting aroused because I was in pain was very
erotic to me and I got hard. My precum leaked on the floor and all I wanted
to do was to please my Master more. I realized that I liked being treated
like this, to suffer for my Master. I wanted to be enslaved!

I started to move a bit and stretch my nipples and balls while I made soft
grunting noises, not from the pain but from pleasure. My noises appeared to
please my Master because he patted me on my head again and said "That's it,
slave. Work those balls and tits". He started to stroke his dick faster
while I tried to stretch my tits as far as I could. It hurt like hell but I
enjoyed every second of it.

He finished his beer and got up from the chair. He got in front of me and
now his cock was only inches away from my mouth. I could see a drop of
precum emerging. He removed the penisgag and ordered me to stick my tongue
out. He placed the tip of his cock on my tongue and said "Taste it, slave."
I did as I was told and licked the salty liquid of his dick. It was my
first taste of him and I was about to get a lot more.

He grabbed my head between his gloved hands and ordered me to open my
mouth. He shoved the full length of his dick in my mouth until his balls
hit my chin. I gagged but he kept his dick in my mouth while holding my
head firmly with his hands. When I thought I could no longer take it, he
withdrew. I felt empty and wanted more! He ordered me to give him the best
blowjob that I could and I was happy to fulfill that order. It did not take
long for him to get close to cumming. He grabbed my head again and pushed
his cock deep in my throat. I gagged again but he did not seem to care. I
felt his cock twitch as he shot his cum deep in me. He kept his dick in my
mouth so I had no other choice than to swallow his load. Only then did he
take his dick out and ordered me to lick it clean. "I really enjoyed that,
slave" was all he said and then left the room.

He returned after a short time with some ice cubes and started to untie
me. He removed the humbler and then slowly pulled the anal hook out of my
ass. It hurt a bit and I felt empty which made me realize that I liked
having something stuffed in my ass. He continued to untie me and when only
the collar and nipple clamps remained, he ordered me to stand up. "This
will hurt, slave" he said as he suddenly removed the nipple clamps. As the
blood flushed back into my tits I screamed but was silenced by him kissing
me deeply. He picked up an ice cube and tenderly started to cool my nipples
with it to ease the pain. I started hugging him and hold his leather body
tight against my own and said "Thank you, Sir" as tears of pain and joy
rolled down my cheeks...