Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2006 06:43:09 -0800 (PST)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boss's New Sub - Part 4 (Authoritarian)

This is the continuation of my story that finds a male
confronted by his boss who discovers his
submissiveness and is determined to enslave him. If
you are offended by Master/slave sex, then go
elsewhere; otherwise enjoy my wild imaginings and
fantasy.

By now you may have surmised that i am the submissive
male in this story. i have enjoyed all previous emails
and hope others will write. To all Masters, i am open
to suggestions for future writings and any direction
and demands that you may have for me to please you,
Sirs. All of this has been an exploration of discovery
and acceptance.

He parks at the curb in front of the store, and coldly
orders me out of the van.  "Get out and stand at
attention until I get to you.  Don't look at anybody,
and above all don't speak.  You are here to serve me.
Remember, slave boy cock suckers have no rights.
Understand?"

I nod my head, get out of the van and stand up
straight, hands to my side, staring into space.  He
leaves me and goes inside.  I am left not knowing how
long I will have to wait for him, but he knows that he
is playing with my mind and keeping me in control and
submissive.  To my relief, he returns after only a few
minutes and orders me inside.  "Follow me slave boy;
two steps behind."

I am taken to the manager's office and ordered once
again to stand at attention.  "Yes sir," I say meekly.
The manager notices my obedience, stares at me and
then laughs. Then he asks my boss, "Can I help you?"

"Yes you can. I want to purchase restraints for my boy
here.  He wants me to be his master and to teach him
to suck my cock!"

Hearing these humiliating words, I feel my face blush
red and I lower my eyes. They both laugh and I am led
to the back of the store to the display of hand and
leg cuffs.  Pointing to the back wall, the salesman
says, "These restraints are all high security and
designed to keep the prisoner or, in this case, your
slave, from escaping." The first pair taken down have
the cuffs linked together with a heavy hinge.  When I
see the gleam in my tormentor's eyes, I know that
these are the ones. He laughs, "These look like what I
want."

Getting in my face, he leers at me, "Turn your ass
around and put your hands behind your back"
I hear another laugh from the store owner as I turn my
back to him and position my hands behind me. My
shoulders drop as I let out a sigh of despair and
humiliation when the cold, steel cuffs are locked on
my wrists.

To the store owner he says, "Let's see how he likes
them."  Grabbing  the waistband of my shorts and
yanking them to my knees, he reveals my hard cock.  I
can't hide my throbbing cock.  All I can do is let out
a groan,  "Oh No!"  The cock ring he had put on me at
home makes my cock and balls stand out even more.
They both laugh at me, and the owner says. "Your slave
boy really likes his new bracelets.  He looks like his
little cock is going to explode.

"Yeah, but if he does cum, I'll punish him when I get
his ass back to my place.  Grabbing the back of my
hair and glaring into my eyes he growls, "So, calm
down slave boy, and don't make a mistake that will
make me angry and give me a reason to punish you."

Turning to the store owner again, he says, "I'll need
a pair of ankle cuffs to keep this slave from
escaping.  Give me the ones with the two foot chain
between the cuffs."

This time the store owner locks them around my ankles
and says, "With these you can leave them on and still
spread his legs to get at his cock and balls."

"That's just how I want him, wide open and ready.
Now, I'll pay cash for these and you, slave boy can
pay the man with your mouth."

As I look at him in disbelief, the guy grabs my arms
and drags me toward his office.  Once inside, I am
shoved to my knees, hands and ankles still cuffed and
my shorts still around my knees. He stands in front of
me and unbuttons his pants.  When he opens his fly and
reveals his cock, it is already getting hard.  He
massages the shaft a few times and then groans, "Open
your mouth you slutty little bitch and suck my dick.
I need a good blow job so I can shoot a hot load of
cum in your mouth for you to eat."

Feeling humiliated and angry for allowing myself to be
used like this by a stranger, I consider fighting him,
but I know I have no choice. So, I close my eyes ready
to take his cock into my mouth. "Open your fucking
eyes asshole and look at what you get to suck on." I
draw my head back somewhat and focus on his cock. His
six inches of meat is thickens as it disappears into a
thick bush of dark hair. I take him into my mouth,
sucking only on the head. He groans, grabs my head,
and pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. "Oh you
fuckin' slutty bitch.  Suck my cock! I want to bury it
in your throat until I cum."  The humiliating rape
goes on for several minutes as he jams his cock in and
out of my mouth, not caring if I'm okay.  Even when I
gag on his cock, he stops only for a second and then
batters me again.  My saliva covers his cock and is
running down my chin and onto his balls.

After two hard grunts and thrusts into my mouth, I
feel his cock spasm and begin shooting globs of hot
cum.  I taste the bitter, salty mess and swallow all I
can as it mixes with my saliva. He keeps pumping until
his cock stops throbbing; then he holds his softening
cock in my mouth while he calms down.  Growling at me,
 "Clean my cock and balls slave boy, so I can give you
back to your owner."

I do my best to lick and suck the saliva and cum from
his soft cock and balls, swallowing the slimy mess as
I go.  When he is satisfied, he shoves me away and
walks out of the office.  I am left to struggle to my
feet and shuffle out into the store with my pants
still down and my cock throbbing. I walk up to my
captor with my head hanging in shame. He sees that my
face is flushed and that I am trying to clear my
throat with fresh spit,  he slaps me hard across the
mouth.  As he degrades me, I taste my own blood.  "You
fucking slave.  You'd suck a dog's dick if I ordered
you wouldn't you?"

I blurted out without thinking, "Sir; NO SIR; I
WOULDN'T!"

"I thought I told you to keep your fuckin' mouth shut,
you CUNT!"   Kicking me in my stomach, I drop to my
knees, and he continues to humiliate me. "When I get
your ass home CUNT, you're going to pay for what you
just did, including sucking this guy's cock.  Where do
you get off sucking cock to pay for you debts.  You'll
be pleading for mercy before this night's over."

Grabbing me by my hair, I am force to stumble after
him, out the door.  Before he shoves me into the back
of the van, he pulls my shorts off and makes me kneel
on the floor of the van with my legs spread.  He
buckles a collar around my neck, and hooks the leash
to the ceiling pulling hard on my neck forcing my head
to the side. Then he grabs my cock, hooks a leash to
the ring and pulls it down tying it to the floor ring.
 Now I can't move up or down, but I will have to
balance my self on the ride home so I won't damage my
neck or my cock.  Just before we speed off, I turn my
head slightly to see the store owner laughing a my
predicament.

"Turning back to me, he says, "We've got another stop
to make, CUNT!"

All I have control over is wondering where he is
taking me now?

End of Part 4. Please keep sending your comments to darkroad53@yahoo.com