Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 17:48:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Jones <johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cody Enters My Life 3

Cody Enters My life
By John
johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com


This series of completely fictional work could be categorized in either the
Gay Male Authoritarian section, or the Adult Youth Section of the Nifty
Archives.  You must be of legal age where you reside in order to view this.
If you are offended by material pertaining to the humiliation, spanking,
punishment, or sexual abuse of adult males do not read this.  If you are
offended by material pertaining to sexual relationships between an adult
male and a teen boy, then do not read it either.


I awoke about two hours later, still naked and face up on the rough cot in
the one room cabin.  The fire was lower, and it was getting cold.  I got
up, dressed, and checked my rifle. The snow was not deep, so I knew I would
not need the snow shoes kept in the cabin.  I added wood to the fire, then
headed out to find dinner.

About a mile out from the cabin, I saw sign of deer.  The hoof prints led
off toward a hollow that I had hunted many times with my grandfather.
Rather than following the tracks, I quietly crept to the right, encircling
the meadow where I knew the deer would be feeding through the snow.

As I suspected, there was a young (2 point) buck.  I was pleased by this,
as I did not plan to be at the cabin more than a week and did not want to
kill something bigger.  I took aim, and dropped him in his tracks with one
shot.  The field dressing took under 15 minutes, and I then put the carcass
over my shoulders and hiked back to the cabin.  Upon arriving, I quartered
the deer, hanging 3 of the quarters up in a tree where bears could not
reach, and then cutting steaks off of the 4th.  I then hung the rest of
that quarter in the trees, and carried my steaks into the cabin.

I placed more wood on the fire and stripped down to my boxer briefs.  I
washed my arms and hands from the blood, then took the old skillet and
fried up the steaks.  I ate them still rare and bloody, satisfied with the
kill.

By now it was about 6 pm, just an hour after sunset.  The lights were still
working, and I sat and tried to think about my future.

However, my mind wandered again, and I soon found myself taking out the
Acer notebook computer and the satellite device that would allow me to get
on line, even from that remote place.  I began to search for contacts in
the nearest major city, thinking about actually fulfilling my now 10 plus
year fantasies.

After an hour or so, I had found a site that was specific to gay male BDSM,
and set up a profile complete with body pic and description:

?26 year old white male seeks punishment and humiliation.  No experience,
but want to explore in a safe setting.  I am 6-2, 190, muscular,
blond/blue, 8 cut, and have some body hair.  Fantasize about corporal
punishment, humiliation, and sexual service?.

Additionally, I posted a less explicit listing on Craigslist in the M4M
section.

I then turned my attention to the bigger situation and mentally summarized
it as follows:

1.  At the age of 26, I have more money than I can ever use.  2. This comes
with responsibility for a variety of investments, about which I know
nothing, and the Lodge which my grandfather loved and which is kept up and
protected by men who my grandfather made a long term commitment to.  3. I
am a physician, but really did that to prove myself and now have no need to
practice.  4. I am a bi/gay male, with little gay experience, who has sick
fantasies that I cannot get out of my head.

During my thoughts, I was generally aware of the sound of some e mails
coming in (to the false name account I had set up of course).

I opened my e mail account and in the one hour since I had posted, had 6
messages.

The first two messages were obviously ?bots, set to replay to any CL post.
I deleted those.

One of the messages was from the BDSM site at which I had registered.  It
was from ?Strictdaddy 200?.

The message read as follows: ?50 year old experienced strict Daddy
available to punish and humiliate you.  I will beat your ass, rape you raw,
piss in your mouth, and shave your head. Then I will take photos and put
them on line?.

This one sounded way over the top, and I chose not to reply.

The next one was more reasonable, and came from the CL Post: ?experienced
disciplinarian, age 40, available to meet with you.  Safe and discreet?.  I
replied to that one, asking to hear more about him.

The final reply was also on CL ?24 year old frat boy wants to train you to
serve me and my buds?.  I replied to that one too.

Then I got up and went outside to the outhouse.  I put on my boots, but
otherwise just wore my shorts.  The deermeat had been rich, and I needed to
take a shit.  I hurried this, and was back in 5 minutes, shivering a bit
from the cold.  My messenger showed that I had 3 messages.

I reached down, and felt my dick which was already half hard.  I also
noticed that my scrotum was shriveled from the cold, and that my balls were
really tight in it.  Before I replied, I decided that I would act a little
on my fantasies. I got up, and reached for the heavy belt on my pants.  I
folded it in half, dropped my boxer-briefs, and delivered 20 blows, as hard
as I could, to each side of my ass. It hurt like hell, and my dick
responded by getting fully hard.  Then, I stood with my legs spread wide,
and thought of another punishment fantasy. Acting it out, I swung the
doubled over heavy belt as hard as I could, striking my shriveled scrotum
and balls.  I screamed in agony and went down hard.

After a couple of minutes I was able to get up, regretting what I had done,
and with still throbbing balls went back to the computer to see who had
replied.  Now I had 4 responses.

The first was from the 40 year old guy, including a pic of a middle aged
guy with a beard, and indicating that he was available to provide spanking
and other corporal punishment to deserving men.  He asked for a picture of
me, and indicated that he was skilled with hand, paddle, belt, cane, and
strap.  He said the punishment could be nonsexual or sexual, and asked me
to described what I wanted.  I replied in some detail, with a nude body pic
taken on my webcam, and was honest about my lack of experience and my
fantasies.

The second reply was from ?fratboy24?.  He was pretty rough and direct:
?Listen faggot, we both know what you want.  You need to have your ass
whipped by me and the other guys, then you need to suck cock while you get
fucked up the ass. Then you need to get pissed on, and sent home
stinking?. Send me a full pic NOW bitch.

I was instantly hard, but frightened.  This mirrored my fantasies, and the
guy was basically my age.  However, I wasn?t sure I was ready for this.
Never the less, I took a fully frontal pic, including my face, and was hard
when I took it.  I sent it and asked him to tell me what his ?expectations
were?.

The third reply puzzled me but was from the BDSM site profile: ?35 year old
pro dom available to train you.  Full dungeon available; additional doms or
slaves available?.  I sent a short note asking what a ?pro dom? was.

The 4th was an impatient note from the fratboy, obviously sent a minute or
two after the first note while I was spanking myself, asking why the fuck I
hadn?t replied.  I simply replied: ?sorry sir, available now?.

Instantly, there was a reply by fratboy: ?bitch, what is your messenger?.

I replied with it, and a minute later found an invitation from him to
connect on messenger.

Hard as a rock, dripping, and probably red faced I accepted the message.
As I did this, I noted some other e mails, but was focused on fratboy.

The messenger popped up: ?Bitch, do you have a cam?.

I replied ?yes sir, but the connection may not be good?, as I was uncertain
of the bandwidth of my satellite connection.

?Turn it on now cunt? was the reply.  I did so and was quickly given
orders: ?Put the computer on a table, and stand in front of it so I can see
your whole body?.

I did so, noting that I was hard, but not caring.

Then the next message came: ?turn around so I can see the back of you, then
bend over and spread your cheeks so I can see your pussy?.

I turned around, but felt weird about the second part and said ?I don?t
know if I can do that Sir?.

He replied instantly: You have 5 seconds to do it, or I will never talk to
you again?.

I turned spread my cheeks, and showed my asshole which had never been seen
by another person, and never penetrated by anything larger than my finger?.

The computer indicated another message, so I stood up and read it: ?Good
boy, now sit down and let?s chat?.

We then spent the next 45 minutes with my revealing most of my fantasies,
and his showing that these were his fantasies as well, and that his frat
brothers were there and ready to play.  Finally, I indicated that I would
be in town in a week or two, and he gave me a number to call.

I turned off the cam, and went to my remaining messages.  The first was
from the 40 year old guy.  He seemed really polite, and described a number
of punishment scenarios. I replied that the one where I was a kid who got
his computer searched by his uncle, and was found to have porn, was the
hottest.  In the scene, the ?boy? got his ass spanked really long and hard
by hand, then with a hairbrush until he was crying.  However, the scenario
included no real sexual humiliation.

The second message was from another guy from the BDSM site, but he was 50,
married, and wanted to be a fellow submissive while his wife punished us.
Not my thing, so I didn?t reply.

The third was from the Pro Dom.  He described that he makes his living
dominating men, sent me a link to his website, and shared the rates with
me.  The rates were incredibly high to me, but I was not yet thinking like
a guy who had more money than I could spend.  I hit the link, and went to
his site.  It showed that he had a private sound proof site downtown that
was equipped for all BDSM activities. As I looked at the site, I was amazed
by the variety of bondage positions, furniture, the wall of
whips/belts/paddles, the pictures of ?boys?, ranging in age from probably
19 to 60, and the devices for ?cbt? which for the most part were
indecipherable to me.

I replied to him, asking about length of sessions and how far in advance I
should book, then signed off for the night.

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