Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2016 21:17:49 +0200 From: Gary Iles <neversaycapture@gmail.com> Subject: Born Slave - Chapter 1 Born Slave - Chapter 1 This story is fiction - of course! It is of a gay authoritarian nature and should not be read by anyone where it is not legal for them to do so. So stop now! There will be more chapters to follow as I remember, (I mean invent), them! Comments are more than welcome neversaycapture@gmail.com As the plane touched down, Aaron's heart jumped a beat. This was the point of no return. The message was brought home with a thump as the wheels touched the ground sending a shudder through his seat and into the butt-plug that he had been instructed to place there earlier in the day. It had not been a comfortable flight - his Master had given him specific instructions on what to eat and especially drink before and during the flight and although the flight was not long - just a short hop across Europe - he could start to feel the pressure growing. Whether this was the pressure in his bladder and rectum or the sudden twinge of doubt developing was unclear but as he stood to get off the aircraft he felt his mouth become dry and he bit his lip with a little trepidation. His only baggage was a small carry-on bag which contained the contents specified by his Master. It would have been exceedingly embarrassing to have been searched but he trusted his Master that the security men would not be interested in what was, in effect, a domestic European flight - and he had prepared an excuse for so little clothing - he was going to stay for a while with his 'Dad' in the Netherlands. His instructions were to go to a hotel at the airport. He was told the door would push open and he would step in, he was to put his bag down and take from the floor a blindfold which was to be provided. All his possessions were to have been put in the bag. He should have nothing in his pockets and his clothes had been picked by his Master specifically to embarrass. Tight and short, extraordinarily too small for him which emphasised even more his excitement of the adventure! He shook a little with growing nervousness as a chill went over him in the ascending lift. He rolled his head from side to side and cracked his neck trying not to look like an expectant father, or more accurately in those clothes, a kid waiting for Christmas. Breathing more heavily now as the doors of the lift opened he walked along the carpeted corridor counted the room numbers. 601, 602, 603, 604, 605! This was it. He stood still outside the room - shook his arms - took a deep breath and pushed the door. Blindfolding himself a few steps inside the room, keeping his head down in respect and not wanting to look around too much, he followed his next agreed instruction and stripped naked. He felt for ankle cuffs which he locked swiftly as his bending exposed his arse and butt-plug to the corridor as his Master's instructions clearly stated. He followed up with the pair of handcuffs provided before turning slightly, closing the door. He hoped nobody has passed by! Kneeling down his final instruction was to recite out loud his commitment to being a slave. Knowing these whole proceedings were being vidioed his voice was not at first strong and he had to clear his throat several times. He did not want to get it wrong as he knew there would be consequences. One of them had been made clear to him. If it was not done exactly the way Master had decreed it would all be over. The Master would leave, the door would be closed and he would be left naked, cuffed and keyless in a hotel room in Amsterdam! Suddenly, he sensed there were people in the room; whispering comments about him. He could almost but not quite work out what they said - "good ass...", "...fuck...", "stupid faggot..." but he could not hear his Master nor did he know how many there were. He started to squirm a little and beads of sweat formed on his forehead and back. What if this was a trap? A prank by his friends? Was this a joke? Was he being sold into slavery? He had unwittingly outed himself to some friends in a drunken, foolish, moment earlier. There we no consequences - his friends were probably drunk too and it was never talked of again - at least - he thought that was the case! "My name is Aaron, I am your slave. Not worthy of my own worthless opinion I dedicate myself to my Master for him to do anything he wants with me. I no longer have rights. I am nothing without my Master." He waited ... there was nothing! Had he done it wrong? What was happening - he was again a little worried. He jumped when he suddenly heard his Master's command: "Stand up boy!" He was relieved but Aaron stumbled a little as he stood and he heard some muffled laughter followed by the word "pathetic!". He knew he had to keep his head bowed and did so when a second command followed. "Come with me, boy!!" He felt a hand grasp his nipple, standing him up and pulled him further into the room. The sudden sharp pain made him start - but it was over quickly and he moved to what he felt was the centre of the room. "Let's have a good look at you boy!" He felt a hand roughly pull at his hair and his arms, squeezing some flabby muscles. Slapping of his legs and face cheeks followed but it did not hurt. It felt warm and reassuring. It felt horny - his dick twitched and he could feel it start to harden. "Well boy! It seems you are horny today?" "Yes Sir" he stuttered. "What sort of faggot slave are you I wonder? Let's put you through your paces, boy! Open wide boy!" He opened his mouth instinctively and felt immediately his Master's fingers probing inside. He could taste his Master for the first time and he wondered, as his mouth was pulled open and twisted, if his Master had be playing with himself as Aaron struggled to fit the cuffs. Was this the first taste of his Master's fluids? His dick twitched again! It did taste good to him. "Bend over boy!" He did without thinking - at this point there was nothing he would not do for his Master but still he felt horror that he was doing this at all. He felt he wanted to run and hide but at the same time he knew he would have to do it. It was impossible for him not to follow his Master's instructions! What strange spell had locked him to these events - he wanted to cry. To stop. To say it had all been a mistake. He did ... nothing! He felt hands pull his arse cheeks apart and slap his bum. Plop! He gasped as the butt plug was roughly pulled from his crack. "Nice and tight boy I see." "Kneel boy!" "So boy. I think we need to gag you before we continue. We don't want the guys in the room next door to hear." In his ear he heard his Master whisper. It was not a harsh voice or unkind but it was strong and `matter of fact'. "Boy! You know what must be done? You know what you must endure?" "Yes Sir!" This was a punishment for past indiscretions. All indiscretions since birth but especially the pain he had caused his Master when he was not able or willing to serve. "Do you trust me boy?" He felt his Master's breath in his ear and the warmth of his face. "Do you respect and trust me boy. Without reservations?" "Ye..yes Sir!" "You hesitate boy?" For the first time his Master sounded angry and sinister. "N-No. No. Sorry Sir! I mean ... No Sir!" Aaron panicked a little but he soon recovered himself. This was something that had to be done. He wanted it. He had lusted for it for so many years. He knew he would look back at this moment knowing he had been changed from a boy to a man. From a person into a slave. "I know what must be done sir. Without reservation. I must be punished. I am yours to punish." He felt both shoulders grasped by firm hands as he was maneuvered towards a table in the room. Swiftly his hands were re-cuffed behind him and he was pushed forward so his chest rested on the firm table top which felt had been covered with a rough wool blanket. It itched him but he turned his head to one side and exhaled a long breath of the acceptance of his fate. Wincing a little as his Master pulled his head up and fixed a gag around his head pushing it back onto the blanket when he was done. He shut his eyes. Even though he had been blindfolded since he entered the room he realised that having them open was pointless and in closing them he felt again another part of his free will was given up. His arse exposed and his dick still hard, pushing into the side of the table, he waited. After being blindfolded for a while he was beginning not able to understand time and place. He was not sure where he was or when it was. Had he been there hours or just a few moments. Thwack! Master's had came down onto his arse. "Arrrhhhh!" The boy's muffled cry. His eyes popped open as the pain and shock went through him. He tried to stand upright but he felt Master's left hand, fingers spread, hold him down. "Steady boy!" - his master's voice was calm and reassuring and he was comforted. Thwack! Master's free hand hit his other cheek. He shut his eyes tight. He screwed up his face and bit down on the gag. He sobbed as his Master spoke softly to him. "You are strong boy." Thwack! "You know this must be done." Thwack! "It will be over soon." Thwack! "Breath steadily boy." Thwack! As his hand-spanking punishment finished tears ran down his face and snot snorted from his nose and from around his gagged mouth. He wanted to run but his muscles felt weak and not able to respond. "Coloured up nicely boy!" His Master inspected his handy work. "A nice pink arse but lets see if we can get it darker". Aaron felt his left arse cheak being squeesed and kneaded by his Master's firm hand. Master's fingers moved to between his cheeks and Aaron's dick, which had softened somewhat from the beatings twitched as Master's fingers moved over his hole. His anus responded by contracting and it looked to the Master as though the slaves arse was kissing the man's finger. Precum dribbled from Aaron's dick as his foreskin started to retract as more blood went to fill his member. A long strand of precum glistened from the light from the hotel window as it slowly pulled itself down to the ground to join an increasingly larger pool on the laminate floor. Master's fingers went on to his ball sack that was firmly massaged. "These are working well I can tell." the Master said - his hand moving on back up to kneed the slave's right arse cheek. The process was repeated two ... three ... four times. Each time Aaron's arse stung less and he was left with a warm satisfied feeling. "I think you need to be tied for the next lot." Aaron found his ankles being wrapped in turn with rope. It was soft on his skin - a surprise - it was as though he was being cloaked and as each ankle was tied he felt secure both physically and mentally. His legs were pulled apart a little as his Master tied the other ends to the table legs. Aaron was now unable to move his legs and the extension was not comfortable as it pushed him further against the table where his still full bladder was keen not to be pressed! The effect was to further harden his dick as he felt his Master tie his wrists, which were still cuffed behind him. The free ends of the rope were then tied horizontally to the tabletop down to a bar on the table so that Aaron was now unable to stand upright and his only free movement was now his head. The final touch was Master wrapping around his neck a collar - it too felt soft and Aaron could smell the leather for a second as it passed his nose. When the collar was fastened he heard a click of a small brass padlock that secured it firmly in place. There was silence. There was calm. Aaron tired to clear the snot from his nose and mouth with little success but as he laid there he drifted off to a semi-conscious state of peace. He felt that his spanking had freed him from his past sins and absolved him from his childish irresponsibility of his past. He felt safe! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!!! His Master's black leather belt that he had bought from a leather worker in a market in Greenwich came down hard upon Aaron's arse. Aaron gasped and swallowed; his eyes bursting from their sockets; he struggled and failed; he tried to turn around ... and failed. He was brought out of his dreamworld with a wrench of a child being wrenched from the womb. As he squirmed on the table top a little piss ran down to join the puddle of precum on the floor and as he contracted and relaxed his arse cheeks his muscles let out a fart. It sounded to those who was present watching as a cry from the slave's anus - "Ooch!". Aaron did not hear it - he just heard the screaming in his mind of the pain and his Master in his ear; "Stay steady now boy!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!!! "Make me proud of you boy!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!!! "Don't embarrass me boy! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!!! "You can do this boy!". When this phase of his punishment was over his Master again inspected his work. "Nice and red now boy - you have taken that well! You have the makings of a good slave" Aaron felt pride! In the midst of the pain he was sobbing with pride that his Master had praised him so. It seemed crazy that this was how it was - but it was. He gave in to the feeling and it calmed him again a little. He felt his Master's hand again kneading his sore cheek - it took longer this time for the pain to go away. The routine was the same but he was conscious this time that his Master paused longer over his hole and explored a little inside before moving on to his balls. There, again, the massaging seemed to be firmer this time and longer and Aaron winced a little on the third pass when his Master was far from gentle, but each time the cheek kneading felt better. It felt right - it felt he had to be there. "So boy - so far you have been pleasing - very pleasing indeed, so far!" Aaron could hear faint noises of agreement and again wondered how many people were in the room. His mind flashed back to thoughts of a trap by his friends and he felt himself starting to sweat and he flushed all over as there was a wave of panic and anxiety. He breathed in fully and held his breath. He calmed down again and slowly breathed out wondering what was to happen next. He slowly drifted back onto his dreamland of semi-consciousness. ... to be continued ... We are interested to hear what you think about this story ... and the slave has lots of things that he has done for his Master ... here are just a few of them - please email us to let us know which you would like to hear about next. 1. Slave is taken to the bed and tickled until he pees and is edged a little. 2. Slave is taught how to deep throat with dildos and of course dicks. 3. Slave's hole is used with a variety of dildos whilst being edged. 4. Slave is taken into the bathroom and given a wash and experiements with enimas . 5. Slave is given wax dick, ball and nipple experimentations. 6. Slave is made to pee into a glass for various activities including to drink. 7. Even more other perverse things - but give me a chance guys!!! So which one do you want to hear about next??? neversaycapture@gmail.com Thanks for reading...