Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2011 13:39:36 -0800 (PST)
From: gothguy <gothguy25@yahoo.com>
Subject: I am not a sub!!  Part 3

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. If you are
offended by sexually explicit material or situations, discontinue reading
immediately, and go somewhere else. This happened to me. Thanks for reading.
Please do not reprint without my approval.  Copyright me please.

I was never into leather or latex, bondage or masters.  I was just a normal
gay guy, switching on the gay sex part.  More gothic than anything, wearing
clumpy doc martens, black clothes, and floppy longish hair.

Thus said, I was forced into the lifestyle one Friday night by my own
fuckin stupidness.  They say curiousity kills the cats, but it can also
enslave the slaves.  Here's how i got my first master.

For comments, email me at gothguy25@yahoo.com.

Part Three

I heard him walking back to me, and kept my eyes closed.  He stopped in
front of me.  "Hmmmmm," he said, and I heard him walk behind me.  I felt
hands on my hood and a snapping taking place.  I opened my eyes, but just
saw darkness.

"Since you don't want to see, I put your blindfold on your hood.  Now, you
have no choice."

I cursed into my deep gag and turned my head back and forth, trying to
listen to where he was.  I had no idea, until he talked again.

Suddenly, a flat hand slapped one of my thighs hard.  I yelped into the
gag, and jumped back, which was a bad idea, since the plug speared me very
very hard because of my movement.  The slappings, now starting all over my
body, seemed to come from a confusion of everywhere. I tried to avoid them,
but moaned from the bouncing weights on my nipples and balls, and the spear
up my ass.  I was crying and cursing, and yelping and moaning into the gag.
It may have been a half hour, or hours, he slapped my body red. I odn't
know for I lost track of time, and only focused on trying to plead with him
somehow to stop.

The slapping did finally stop, and I hung limply there, being held up
mostly by my ceiling attached collar and wall attached wrists.  I heard him
walking around me, looking and pinching my skin on all parts of my body.  I
just silently shook my head no, kind of knowing it wouldn't do any good to
stop him, but I tried anyway, with my mind screaming, WHY ME????

He let go of my skin, and I heard him unzip something.  I tensed, not
seeing or knowing, what was going to come next.  Why didn't I just stay
home, I thought.

These thoughts were chased away as something solid, and long snapped
against my arm very hard.  Without thinking, I yelped again and jumped back
stupidly, hurting my ass once again.  Before I could re-adjust, he was
raining blows all over my already red skin with this rod in his hand.  They
kept coming and coming, over and over...  on my hands, ass, balls, legs,
chest, against the hood, just all over.  I couldn't even cry or even curse
this time, but grunt into the gag with pain, and jerk back and forth.  It
seemed to go on forever, until I was hearing him getting winded from
hitting me.

It stopped suddenly, and I sagged down again, my mind ablaze with white hot
pain.  I was so mad, from the pain and the realization I was rock hard.  OH
MY GOD, I was hard!  WTF!  My body shook as I sobbed into the hood and gag,
hardly making a noise now. I heard some noise, and realized he was looking
in the bag I guess for something new to use on me.  I started shudering,
and cursing over and over into my gag.

The first I knew a whip was being used was an intense sharp horrible pain
on my hard dick, a second before I heard its crack.  For the next half
hour, all I thought about was avoid the snapping, evil striking whip that
kept hitting me all over.  My body was shaking and jumping, and shivering
and shuddering and ducking, with no care to what the dildo in me was doing
back there.  And I screamed, pleaded, yelled, begged, cursed and cried into
the gag, making just muffled squeaks and moans that I am sure to his ears,
was exactly what he wanted.

I kept jumping and ducking around before I realized he had stopped whipping
at me.  I shuddered into my hanging state; exhausted, bloodied, battered,
bruised, and scared shitless.

I heard him walk behind me, and slide out the plug from my ass.  I groaned
in relief, but before I could blink inside the blindfold, he plunged his
rock hard cock up me.  I screamed again into the gag, but could do nothing.
He gripped my shoulders very hard, and yanked me back onto his dick while
he drove it forward to meet my hole, causing it to sound like an wet, angry
punch with every thrust.  My body shrieked in pain from the weights
flipping around on my nipples smacking against my chest and my thighs and
waist took the brunt of the weights on my balls.  My collar was stretched
tight as he bowed me even further from the wall, keeping my legs and arms
almost straight behind me, pointed at the wall back there as he bounced me
around on his stiff rod.  It seemed to take forever, but he finally came in
me, pushing me down onto the cock as hard as he could push, filling me up
with his cum.

I was so weak by then, I was a ragdoll as he pulled out and quickly pushed
the plug back in and fixed the rod back in the hole, keeping me bowed out
again, in place.

"God, you are a good fuck.  We shall see tomorrow how your mouthhole is
when I fuck your face.  If I feel any teeth, they will be pulled out by end
of week.  Your choice, 1031."

As I processed that in my head, I sagged, letting the ceiling and wall keep
me upright by the chains and rod in me.  I had no energy left atm, not even
to think.

"I'll give you something to think about while I go and sleep.  I will fuck
you, torture you, punish you, and enjoy enslaving you..  for MY pleasure.
Not in reaction to anything you ever do.  Even if you are perfect and good,
I'll do what I want, when I want.  You will never know when I will do any
of them, from punishing to rewarding.  You will never be in control of me,
or this situation.  You just have to hope..  for the best..  minute by
minute.  Thus said, I will give you some hard rules to be aware of.

If I say do something.  Anything.  You will jump and do it.  Instantly.  No
moment of reflection.  This is not about you.  You are a slave.  You don't
have the right to think about how it will effect you.  You don't have the
right to think, period.  If you do NOT do it instantly.  and I am NOT
talking about doing it right.  I don't fuckin care about it being right or
wrong.  I will judge and punish that later.  I am talking about learning
your place, and knowing who exactly "I" am.  If you do NOT do it
instantly...  You have a series of 5 levels.

1st level, I notice you love you long hair.  You miss an order, your head
will be shaved.  You keep missing, I won't let you grow it back, but your
head wil be shaved daily.

2nd level, your teeth are mine.  I won't have to worry about you scraping
my cock, plus the gags will fit in better.  I'll have dentures made for you
to eat.  But, I am serious when I say this shit.

3rd level, I will tattoo my name over your ass, and pierce anything on you
I wish.  I am talking about nipples, cock, balls, all over your face,
etc...

4th level, you will wear an electric dog collar.  You make alot of noise.
You will still be gagged, but you will have to learn how to talk just with
your body language.  No sounds. Or you get zapped.

Finally, I modify whatever I want on your body.  That's the fifth level.
think of that, 1031, think of that tonight."

I heard him walk away...  and up the stairs, I am assuming, to sleep.  I
sagged and just broke down, so scared about all of this, my life, my
future, and what the hell happened to me...  and why the fuck was I still
hard ALL THE WAY THROUGH IT!!!??  Why??  dear God....  WHY????

I just cursed him, and God, and sobbed into my gag, untl I passed out from
exhaustion, still hard.

end of part 3.