Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2012 11:45:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Josh C <josh19eightynine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boundaries Chapter One

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Boundaries


Chapter One

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It was a typical warm summer evening, still bright at 9 o'clock as I
finished my game of tennis. I said goodbye to my tennis partner and headed
for home. I didn't bother with a shower. As it was such a warm evening I
would have needed another by the time I was home. I enjoyed the walk in my
sweaty white tennis shorts and t-shirt.

I was just about home when I spotted something that sent a shiver of
excitement right through me. It was the van. HIS van. Parked right up on
the side of the road. I recognised it from the pictures he'd shown me
online. It was a White Volkswagen with that distinctive red and blue
sticker on the back.

I hesitated for a moment. Was I ready to go through with this? I'd only
ever spoken to this guy online but through many horny chats I'd confided in
hom about my confused sexuality and my desire for some extreme bondage. He
seemed like a knowledgeable and interesting guy when it came to bondage,
so, we agreed that we could play a little game. I was to clear the decks
for the next few days and one of the evenings on my way back from tennis he
would "kidnap" me, take me to his place and we could play out some general
bondage and kidnap scenarios. I agreed and hoped that he would push my
boundaries a little.

So now, I was faced with my choice. If I wanted to go ahead with this. I
was to knock on the back of the van three times.

I walked up with some trepidation and knock, knock, knock.

The door opened from the inside. I looked around me to see there were no
other people out walking and I stepped in to the back of the van closing
the door behind me.

He stood there, an imposing figure in black. Manly compared to my slim
still adolescent figure. He wore a balaclava which frightened me a
little. I noticed that the van interior was covered in a layer of polythene
plastic.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah..."

He pushed me against the wall of the van. Quickly and roughly he slapped
some duct tape over my mouth. Then he taped my wrists behind my back
roughly fondling my genitals as he did. Next he shoved me down, lying me on
the floor. He taped my ankles and pulled a black garbage sack up from feet
until it covered my entire body. He tied it closed and above my head and I
was trapped in a sweaty, sticky darkness and it was hard to breathe. Next I
felt myself being buried in a pile of something, I don't know what he was
putting over me to "hide" me.

I hear him climb into the front of the van and start the engine. We drove
off. I spent forty minutes or so in that breathless, unbareably hot
tomb. The plastic sack was stuck to me with my own sweat when the van
finally came to a rest. The motor was switched off and I heard him step out
the driver's door before walking to the back and opening it from the
outside. He quickly uncovered me from the bundle of whatever I was under
but I reamined in the sack which he roughly pulled from the van and let
slap against the stony ground outside. I was hurting and helpless. He
dragged me by my feet into some building or other and then I could tell he
brought me down the stairs to the basement he had told me so much about in
his emails. The basement where he kept his toys.

He ripped the plastic sack off me and I struggled to breathe as deeply as I
could through my nose. I was left kneeling on the hard stone floor.

I must have made for a weak figure. I certainly felt weak. Kneeling in my
tennis uniform, my shoulder length blond hair dripping with sweat. My hands
and ankles bound in duct tape, my mouth taped into silence.

"Welcome to my basement faggot, I've been waiting so long to have you as a
guest."

I knelt in silence.

"This week end is going to be a lot more intense than you expected but I
think you'll like it. And if you don't? Well who cares if some gayboy ends
up getting more than he baragined for when he agrees to a bondage week end
with another man..."

His little speech frightened me. It terrified me but it also excited me. I
wasn't even sure if he was serious, or how serious he was. He always seemed
reasonable so maybe this was part of the act. Or maybe, as agreed, he would
push my boundaries a little.

From his pocket he produced a small object which soon revealed itself to be
a flick knife was the blade popped up violently. This frightened me a bit
more and I wondered for a second or two if this guy was actually some
psycho murderer.

My worry was relieved when he used the knife to cut loose my ankles and
wrists before pulling the tape off my mouth with his hands. It hurt and let
out a little yelp of pain in answer to which he slapped my clean acrross
the face, "Speak when you're spoken to bitchboy, otherwise, not a sound."

"Yes sir," my voice broke with nerves as I spoke.

"Let's get you cleaned up. Strip!"

I rose to my feet and nervously, took off my tennis shoes and socks, then
my t shirt and shorts. I figured he wanted me naked so I took my briefs off
too. I usually wore boxers but I always wore briefs for tennis, they kept
my junk in place as I jumped around the court. This time the briefs had
served to keep my semi-erect cock in place, I was so taken up with
everything I didn't even notice I was getting hard. I wasn't embarrased
about being in front of him naked but I was about my semi- hard on. I guess
I was enjoying it.

"Good, now over here." He pointed to a weird structure of metal bars in the
middle of the floor, it looked like a minature, narrow football goal with
two vertical bars and one horizontal connecting them. I was palced against
this with the middle bar stopping half way up my back. My arms were
stretched out and chained to the bar while my ankles were loosely chained
to the side bars. He placed a small cock shaped gag in my mouth saying,
"You better get used to this shape," and strapped it around my
head. Obviously he didn't want to listen to any protestings from me but
what did he expect me to protest about? That worried me.

I watched as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves, the sort you use in the
kitchen then he retrieved a bottle of liquid from a shelf. The contents of
this bottle he smeared liberally acrross chest and belly, up and down my
legs, my armpits and all around my balls, dick adn ass crack. It gave a
light stinging in my more sensitive areas but it wasn't too bad. I had no
idea what the liquid was supposed to do, disinfect me maybe? He shuffled
behind me for a while before his hands returned to my ass, a painful finger
invaded me. Nothing had ever been up there before. "Good girl," he cooed
mockingly.

"This," he said "is called an enema. I fill your boycunt with water and you
hold it in until I let you relased it. Then we repeat."

This idea horrified me vaguely. I had just spotted the drainage on the
floor beneath me when the tube was pushed in and I started to fill up with
water. It was a creepy feeling to be filled with liquid from that end. It
was very uncomfortable too and the longer I held it the worst the
discomfort. Eventually I was told to let go and blew all the disgusting
shitty water out of my ass, much of which ran down my legs, then he did it
again and again until the water ran clear.

"Good fag," he said, "did you like that?" I nodded yes but I wasn't sure if
I did enjoy it. My cock was semi hard still so I must have liked it
somewhat.

You would think that an enema at the hands of a stranger was about the
worst thing that could happen but what happened next was much more
disturbing for me. I heard a buzzing about my ears and then somethig rough
pushed against my head. I watched as my long blond hair fell down past my
eyes, "No! no!" I said through the gag but it only took a few passes before
my head was completely shorn. Tears ran down my face at the thought of
this.

Master came and stood before me. He craddled my face in his hands and
smirked as he wiped my tears with his thumb.

He released me from my chains before placing a light collar and leash
around my neck. With the leash he led me to a shower area in the corner and
turned a freezing cold hose on me. It was so cold that I shook and my chest
tightened. I was dazed but not dazed enough to notice that was that liquid
he was rubbed into me washed off, it took all of my body hair with it. This
was getting extreme.

Master then roughly dried me with a towel and lead me over to another
corner and ordered me on my knees again. This time he tugged at my left ear
before I felt a terrible shot of pain bolt through it. Again he lead me by
the cahin but this time we stopped in front of a full length mirror.

There I was- collared at the end of a leash being held by another man. I
was hairless from the neck down and god, I was a skinhead. A fucking skin
head and then I looked at my ear. I had been pierced and a black circular
disc sat in my right ear lobe. I had sunk pretty low very quickly and my
cock was hard.