Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 06:42:42 GMT
From: "karuwa@juno.com" <karuwa@juno.com>
Subject: Caleb 1

Caleb woke up, not quite sure what he had just experienced.  It slowly
dawned on him where he was.  The night before, he had offered himself to
the Master, a large muscular Man, who answered the boy's classified ad on
the Internet.  The Man had emailed and told the boy to show up at a
nondescript building in an industrial area, to go downstairs, strip and
kneel.  Few words had been exchanged, but Caleb had dreamed of submitting
to a large, powerful Man, and had finally gathered up all his courage to
make it happen for real.  No names had been exchanged, just a few brief
emails that said where and when to report.  When the door opened, it was
too dark to make out much detail, but the Man who let the boy in smelled
like leather and sweat.  His face was mostly covered by a black leather
mask.  The Master was shirtless, with a body like a linebacker, defined,
hairy, with a broad, hairy, masculine chest that looked like it had been
carved from stone.  His hands seemed huge, in short black leather gloves.
It was an intimidating, but intensely exciting sight.  Once inside, the Man
just barked, "strip, bitch."  Shaking, but excited, Caleb obeyed.  He felt
the Man's strong hand irresistably force his now-naked body into a kneeling
position on the floor, and before he knew it, felt his wrists being locked
into restraints behind his back.  In a deep, growly voice, the hulk of a
man calmly asked, "are you here to be my slave, faggot?"  The boy just
bowed his head and nodded his consent.  Almost as if the words were coming
from someone else's mouth, he said "Please, Sir, I want to belong to
You. I'll do anything You want.  Anything."  That's when his memories got
fuzzy.  A sweet-smelling rag suddenly covered his mouth, and things had
gone black.  He wasn't sure how long he had been there, or what would
happen next.  The slender, naked young boy realized he was hanging from the
rafters in a cool, dimly lit basement room.  Thick leather cuffs held him
to heavy chains, suspended from bare rafters in the ceiling, and his ankles
were chained, held apart by a metal bar.  If he tried, the balls of his
bare feet could just reach the cold concrete floor.  His wrists hurt a bit,
and as he opened his eyes, he felt oddly cold.  He wasn't naturally hairy,
but was suddenly aware that his armpits and crotch felt a little funny.
Looking down, he could see that his crotch had been shaved, along with his
legs and armpits.  There was a funny feeling between his legs, a slight
soreness, and he felt strangely funny inside, empty, and there was a greasy
feeling between his legs.  His arms and legs were pulled apart, splayed and
ready to be used for whatever the Master might want.  Shivers ran up his
spine as the masked figure approached his helpless body.  The Man walked
up, and with an oddly gentle touch, ran a hand down the smooth skin of his
thighs.  He began slowly squeezing his balls, growling, "You like that
boy?"  "Yes, Sir", he replied, clenching his jaw in pain.  With a heavy
breath of satisfaction, the masked Man slid His hands around the slave's
helpless body.  Slowly, the moments stretched out, seeming like hours, as
He reached for the boy's nipples and lightly pinched them.  The boy moaned,
rising up on his toes, his cock responding involuntarily, becoming rock
hard, and dripping with pre-cum.  "Good boy", He replied, once more teasing
the tender nipples between His fingers and slowly biting the boy's ear.
Caleb gasped for breath, straining against the chains. The masked Man
grabbed the boy by the hips and slowly pulled him back, rubbing the hard,
throbbing flesh of his massive shaft on the small of the helpless boy's
sweaty, naked back.  As the chins snapped tight the boy struggled harder to
breathe, feeling his weight pulling against the restraints.  A strong,
chemical smell filled his nostrils, and Caleb felt a rag against his face,
as his head began to swim.  There was a warm feeling in his head and a rush
of blood.  His hairless dick began to throb a bit, and his bottom felt
warm.  Master reached up Caleb's arms and released the shackles.  Before
the boy could respond, the Masked Man pulled the slave's arms to his ankles
and locked them in place.  "Now, boy, you're gonna get what you've been
begging for.  Caleb felt the Man slide a thick, greasy finger up his tight
young boyhole, filing it with a thick, heavy glob of lube.  Part of him
wanted to resist, but more of him felt hungry and lusted for more.  The boy
winced as he felt the thick hard tip of the Master's massive dick pressing
up against the silky pink flesh of his tight, virgin boyhole.  Caleb knew
he wanted cock, needed it, but suddenly, the feeling stopped.  The masked
Man's hands gripped the boy's smooth, slim hips, controlling them with His
thick, strong hands.  The boy moaned, feeling Master's throbbing uncut cock
slip up his back and back down again to his hole.  The chains snapped,
stinging the boy's sweaty, naked body.  and a loud, animal yell echoed off
the wall.  Master just stood there, a knowing smile on His face.  Helpless,
with the boy felt a hand reach around to his rock-hard dick.  The Man's
rough hands felt intensely strong, His touch making the boy drip pre-cum,
wetting the shaft of his cock.  Caleb felt his Master's other hand grab his
balls, pulling down on them roughly.  The boy's head was spinning, lost
between pleasure and pain.  Master dipped his thick fingers into the tub of
lube, and rubbed it on his thick uncut shaft.  He grabbed the boy by the
hips once more and slides deep in to the boy's hot hole, filling it with
his manhood.  Waves of pain and pleasure shot thought the boy's body.  From
deep in his belly came cries and moans as his Sir's thick, hot shaft rammed
the boyhole's hungry wetness and banged into his prostate.  The helpless
slave felt his dick oozing more pre-cum, making pools on the floor beneath
his helpless body.  The sounds of skin smacking and chains rattling echoed
off the hard concrete walls.  Gradually, the boy's moans became quieter,
more subtle as his insides submitted to the feeling of the dick deep
ramming inside him mercilessly.  Sir picked up the pace, sensing His total
control and power over the boy's limp body, thrusting faster and faster and
getting more violent with each stroke.  The large, muscled man's breath is
more labored, deeper, and faster as His veins begin to throb.  The Master
pounds even harder, shoving his rod deeper, taking full control over the
body He knows is His to use.  Caleb whimpered and gasped for air, begging
for the Man to stop as Master's throbbing cockhead pounded his hole.  He
felt his legs give way, but Man just rammed harder and deeper.  The boy
knows his cries will be useless, as his hole gripped the Man's giant
horsedick, bringing it closer and closer to exploding.  Each thrust banged
harder than the last.  Caleb heard himself scream as his insides start to
tighten with every thrust of his Master's muscled body against his helpless
ass.  The larger Man's body was drenched in sweat that rolled down his
hairy pecs and rolled down to the floor, filling the room with heat and
musky mansmells.  The boy wondered how much more he could take.  His
abdomen quivered as his tears and sobs made his whole body shake
uncontrollably.  The Man's body thrusted even deeper and his shaft
stretched the battered hole.  Finally, the boy heard a deep growl emerge
from the Man who know owns him, feeling his bowels fill with the Master's
seed.  The boy's battered hole dripped hot spunk, sending him over the
edge.  Caleb's organs seize as he submits to his body' need to release,
uncontrollably squirting hot boycum onto the floor.  As the Master pulled
His softening member from the tortured boyhole, dribbles of cum and lube
dripped from Caleb's ass.  Strings of cum oozed from the Man's dick and
onto the floor as He he walked around the boy's naked form.  The boy felt
his wrists released from his restraints, and fell limp onto the floor.  The
Man he now knows as his Master grabs him by the chin and shoves his slick,
cum covered dick into the boy's willing mouth.  Caleb opened his throat
wide, unable to do anything but submit.  Hot piss spewed from the giant
cock.  It felt like it would never stop.  Master growled "take it all,
faggot, swallow it".  Caleb chugged what seemed like gallons of hot piss,
till the Man pulled His cock out, and soaked the boy's face, chest, and the
boy's own cum-covered crotch with his yellow stream.  "Good boy", He says
as He put His now softening cock back into the greasy Levi's.  Looking up
from the floor, the boy swallowed the last drops of his Master's juice and
looked up.  "Can I go, Sir?  Please?  I promise, I'll be good".  Master
smiled just a little, but said nothing.  He walked over to a big wooden box
in the corner.  Caleb saw the Man retrieve heavy iron shackles and chains.
Soon, the boy's ankles, neck, and wrists are locked to a bolt on the floor.
Master just turned away, without saying a word, then walked to the door.
Again, the boy sobs "I promise, I'll be good Sir, I'll do anything You say,
please, Sir...Sir.  But his cries get no response at all.  Master's boots
are the only sound, walking across the room.  As He reached the door,
suddenly the light went out.  The boy finally hears what he wanted most.
In a calm, deep voice, Master said , "I love you, son", closed the door,
and locked it behind Him.  Caleb felt his whole body relax, and he curled
up into a ball on the floor.  He started to wonder when Master will come
back, and felt his hairless little dick get hard again.  Reaching down, he
rubbed a finger on his greasy, cum-filled hole, then into his mouth.  It
smelled like Master.  He exhaled deeply, and fell asleep.  From now on, he
knew he would dream only of Master.