Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 17:35:30 EDT
From: LIRAVENSMC@aol.com
Subject: Delivering Andy Part 2

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction.  If you are
offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man
relations or power and surrender scenes, please exit this page.  If you
are under age please exit this story now.

Delivering Andy

Copyright 1999 by M Conley.  All rights reserved.

Chapter 2............

	I have come to envy the stamina and dedication of British palace 
guards. The steadfast way they carry out their orders to keep watch for hours 
everyday unflinchingly. Nothing is allowed to distract them lest they 
disciplined. I find myself wishing for some of their fortitude as I stare 
around my office from my position on my knees. I find myself questioning my 
choice to allow this to go on. All I have to do is get up, cut free my hands 
and leave. Simple enough but I'm still here after an hour and a half. Paul 
left me here to go back to his delivery depot and drop off his parcels. I 
never considered what happens after they leave here with my deliveries or how 
much paperwork the drivers must finish before leaving for home. I guessed 
that he would be back within a half hour or so which didn't seem like a long 
wait at the start. My cock pulsed with the thoughts racing through my mind of 
what I had just experienced for that time, my hopes and fantasies sustaining 
it's rigidity.

	After the first half hour came and went, the doubts crept quickly 
into my head and my resolve began to falter. I began to notice the strain of 
prolonged kneeling was beginning to have. My knees felt sore from the hard 
floor and my arms  were getting uncomfortable from being held behind in 
position for such a stretch. My cock started to deflate. "Was he coming back? 
What should I do? Was it just a cruel joke he was pulling on me, a pathetic 
fag?" All these queries passed though unbridled in the next half hour. Every 
car that I heard made my heart race until it passed down the road causing it 
to sink to ever lower depths.

	I became aware of the growing need my bladder was developing to 
relieve itself. How much longer could I withhold it. Should I take the chance 
and dash into the bathroom? Could I do it before he, strike that, if Paul 
returns. I had to do it. I would not allow myself to piss on the floor. With 
my hormones cooling and my head clearing a bit I decided to go. I raised 
myself off my knees and reveled in the comfort they felt. I waddled to the 
bathroom as my pants fell down around my ankles. The door was ajar so I 
pushed it open and lined up to the toilet. As the torrent started I let out a 
long breathe of satisfaction. It felt so good to empty my aching bladder and 
the stream of piss seemed to go on for much longer than usual. It's color 
quickly tinted the toilet water a pale fluorescent below the foam. I shook 
myself to get the last drops out before turning and waddling back into the 
office. Now was the time for decision. Here I was, clothes dangling and 
exposed standing with my hands taped behind me. Should I extricate myself and 
leave and keep if as an almost realized fantasy that would give me jerk-off 
fodder for months? Should I give him another hour before doing that. It was 
now close to 8:30 and I was giving up hope. I returned to the spot I was 
instructed to remain at. I could see the spot where I had in my fevered state 
cleaned my own cock drool off the floor. My cock twitched at the though. It 
was hot. I can't believe I fell so far so quickly. The picture which I has 
mimicked still shown on the monitor. A wicked grin formed on my face. I would 
enjoy the memory for a long time to come. 

	Then in the distance I heard another engine. This would be the last I 
resolved. As it pulled closer it slowed. My heart stopped. The engine got 
closer with each second and loader. I couldn't breathe if I had remembered 
how. I couldn't believe it was happening. I quickly dropped to my knees and 
returned to my supplicant position. I could tell know that it was a 
motorcycle that was pulling up. It had a booming thunder which ruled out a 
rice-burner/crotch rocket. It sounded powerful, big, masculine to the 
extreme. My cock was full hard again from the adrenaline that had found its 
way back into my system. It was exciting and scary at the same instant. The 
electricity of the moment recharge my deep sexual desires. The rush was back 
and I immediately forget the past 90 minutes. This was the payoff I hoped 
beyond hope.

	The engine stopped and the silence that followed seemed absolute and 
palpable. My perception of time seemed accentuated and hyper-real, measured 
in milliseconds. A lifetime passed before heard the turn of the doorknob and 
the kick of the lock.  My senses were working to the extreme of human 
capacity. I could sense the shift in pressure as the door opened  I could 
feel the cooling sweat that had broken out over my body. The racing of my 
pulse as my blood boiled within me. The hairs on my arms that were being 
pulled by the tacky adhesive of the tape that bound my wrists. My ears bat 
acute to hear the soft scuff of shoes as they approached delivering my as yet 
unseen visitor. My eyed dilated to catch the first possible glimpse of who it 
was coming into view. How long could it take to walk the twelve feet from 
receptionist foyer to back office. How long does it take for the death of one 
life to occur and the rebirth of another to begin.

	Movement. A body coming into view. A strong denim clad leg in a  
black combat style boot in an easy definite stride. Then I see his form as it 
begins to round the corner. A faded blue t-shirt snugly wrapped around a 
stocky frame. The full crotch of the pants as his package strains against the 
material. His powerful arms showing from under rolled sleeves a dusting of 
dark hairs. I finally lock on his steely gaze and a am lost. I have just 
experienced the coming of the man who I will gladly worship for the rest of 
my life so long as stay exactly where I am.

	I see a half smile form on his lips and an evil glint spark from his 
eye.

	"Well. That's a very good puppy. You have some potential in you. I 
thought you might," he said flatly.

	That almost praise sends a thrill through me I didn't know could 
exist. "Thank You Sir!" I quickly answer.

	He walks up and around me sending me the impression he was a rancher 
sizing up the new heifer at the fair. I felt a bit dirty and inadequate under 
his stern gaze. He startled me as he come close to my ear and spoke at a half 
whisper.

	"SOME potential. You need to learn to follow my orders. To. The. 
Letter," the last three words spoken having the impact of a hammer. 
How could he have known?

	"You moved," he said in a completely dead tone. Not a question, not 
an accusation, but a fact. Without a delay between I felt the restrained 
force of his shoe against my hanging scrotum coming from behind. I slump 
forward from the sting it sends into my core. I suck air to cover the grunt 
which escapes me.

	"In the future, that will be the least of the pain you feel for 
disobeying me," he growled at me. "That's a warning shot."

	I half hear his warning through the subsiding pain. I am also aware 
that my cock likes it They deep part of me that I keep in check is letting me 
know it's there and coming out for air.

	Paul steps around in front where I can see him again and crouches 
down on his haunches so we're eye to eye. He says in that power tone I seem 
to like, "Now lets work on the more immediate disciplining." He reached 
behind to his back pocket. I wonder what he could have hidden there. He 
brings forth an intricate leather strap I half recognize.

	"This is the first of your new daily clothes. You will where this 
24/7. I am the only one who is to touch it. Understood?" he instructed.

	"Yes Sir," I snap.

	Paul reaches down and starts to manipulate my aroused genitals. It 
feels so good to have him touch me and I resist the force of my pending load. 
He twists and pulls my ball sack and I hear the snaps on the leather straps. 
It's a ball harness and I can feel it stretching mine to a almost 
uncomfortable but nor unwelcomed degree. In their stretched state, I can feel 
the cool air cross over them. I am saddened when he releases them and stands.

	"That's how a puppy's package should be displayed," he says as he 
smiles to himself enjoying his handiwork.

	My cock is painfully hard and I can feel the rhythmic pulse of my 
blood forcing it's way around the new restrictions.

	"Since you've agreed to this you are now mine to train as I see fit," 
he states. I'm confused by how I've agreed to this.

	He senses my confusion and deemed to explain to me, "You're here. You 
had the opportunity to leave. The door was right there. A smart guy like you 
could have easily gotten free, closed up and gone home to jerk off alone.

	"You waited for me to return. That was your commitment to the deal. 
If you had left, I would have dropped the whole thing and never said another 
word. Just watched as you chided yourself every time I came through your 
office, knowing you had a taste of what you've always wanted but couldn't 
allow yourself to swallow," Paul cruelly hissed.

	"I... do want it... Sir, please Sir," I say almost to myself but here 
it coming from my lips.

	"Good pup. You're accepting your needs and desires. That's very 
good," Paul replies.

	Again he silently begins circling me. I keep my eyes forward as i 
assume I should. He seems to be delayed in coming back into view. I hear him 
rustling around the desk behind me. I fight the flood of thoughts of what 
he's preparing.
He stays behind me and out of site.

	"Secondly," Paul begins, "my pups will actively look the part that 
will let those in the know be aware that you are in training."

	Suddenly there appears before my eyes a pair of scissors and Paul in 
menacingly working them before me. A cold sweat breaks out across my body as 
I realize what he's about to do. I begin to get panicky at what will be a 
radical change for me. I have a full thick head or hair, dark and thick, that 
I keep conservatively neat. I've never been extreme fashion-wise to any 
degree. What should I do. I feel him grab a tuft of hair and pull it up.

	A pathetically feeble "sir" escapes as the first snip of the scissor 
is made and Paul sprinkles the first  trimmings before my eyes.

	"Trust me pup. You'll get used to this and a lot more before we're 
through," he snickered as he continued randomly snatching hair and shearing 
me. I knelt there as he continued and soon was covered by the clippings I was 
now surrounded by. I was completely broken down at this point by what I was 
allowing him to do to me. And with it I was excited by the prospect of what 
lay ahead and what Paul obviously had in store. I was obviously excited by 
the manhandling he was giving me. It was embarrassing that he so easily 
played me and not being able to resist the urges to submit myself.

	My cock was staying hard and drooling again into the clippings below. 
Some stayed poised on my shaft while some stuck by the piss slit. It felt 
different due to the leather cockring making it a blazing red veined thing 
which didn't seem like the one I've known for 35 years.

	Paul finishes the final rough cut and rubs my head to rid it of the 
loose remains. He then move around where I can see him and begins gently 
brushing  my face and chest off. I revel in the sensuousness of the moment. 
He is simultaneously angel and devil in my mind which is confused by this 
duality of his nature. One moment bestial brute, the next concerned 
caregiver. As a sudden sharp reminder hi grabs hold of my nipples and twists 
hard. snapping me out of the euphoria that was building. I hiss at the 
treatment. 

	"What does puppy have to say?" he says.

	"Thank you Sir," comes out of me and I begin to feel this will be my 
mantra for a time to come.

	He brings his hand to my face and I lean forward to kiss and caress 
it to show my gratitude as best I can.

	"Good Pup. Good Puppy" he coos and walks again behind me. I hear the 
scissors again and stiffen. To my surprise he cuts free my wrists. 
My arms slump down to my sides and rejoice at their restored freedom. They're 
a little stiff from staying behind my back for hours. I let them relax and 
work my shoulders. My shirt slips off and falls to the floor behind me. Paul 
comes closer and pulls me against him. He reaches down and again starts to 
work my chest. First slapping it open handed then twisting my hardening 
nipples. As much as the slapping was reddening my chest, it was causing a 
warmth to develop like a sunburn which I welcomed. The sting of each landed 
blow sent a shock through me and into my groin.

	"You like that pup. You're getting fucking hotter by the moment, 
aren't you?" he growled then ordered sharply, "Tell me!"

	"Yes! Yes Sir. I do Sir." I responded energized by the pleasure he 
was causing.

	His slaps increased in force as did the pinch-twists of my nipples. 
"What do you say?" he starts barking with each blow.

	"Thank you Sir," I breathlessly reply trying not to drown in the 
waves ripping through me. I'm trying not to get pulled under but the undertow 
wins out.

	My legs tremble and I can't stop it. My cock erupts and fires off a 
volley of pent up jism. It blasts up and away in ropy strands. The cum falls 
in trails and globs adding to the mess. Paul lands a final stinging double 
blow to both my pecs forcing the final globule out of my shaft. I moan and 
hiss and would have collapsed if not for Paul bracing me from behind. I slump 
against him trying to recover from the shattering orgasm.

	"Thank... You... Sir. Thank you," I say basking in his presence and 
solidity behind me.

	The next moment caught me off-guard. A massive slap and a painful 
gripping of fingers into muscles. I yelp in spite of myself, unable to quash 
it in time. I'm harshly brought out of my euphoria.

	"I didn't give you permission to cum, did I?" he said angrily digging 
his strong fingers into my chest.

	"AAAAHHHHRR!" is all I can muster.

	"You don't do anything unless I allow you to! Do you understand me 
pup?" Paul says menacingly again digging in to emphasize his point.

	I'm jumping trying to escape the pain he's causing but he holds me 
fast. "Yes! Yes Sir! I understand Sir!" I'm almost screaming."Please Sir."

	He releases his grip and I curl down and cover and rub my chest to 
dissipate the pain. Paul starts his slow steady pace around me as I recover. 
He cups my face and turns it up to look at him.

	"Looks like you need another reminder." he snickers and a cold thrill 
passes through me.


Continued.

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