Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:27:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: gothguy <gothguy25@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I am not a Sub!" 9

I am not a sub!!

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 Nine of Nine

After the party, I came to, and realized they were all in the kitchen
drinking beers and laughing.  I had been told, if this scenerio had
happened,to take myself downstairs until I was called again if at all.
But, while downstairs, try to regroup, and make myself presentable to the
men upstairs.  They weren't here to fuck a mess, but a purebred dogboy that
supposedly been trained by a good Master. If I brought shame on his name, I
would be whipped for hours and hours, maybe days, and I did not want that
to happen again.

I half crawled, half slid down the stairs, and made my way over to my area,
and curled up on my pillow. I fell asleep again.

A sound woke me, and I tensed.  I listened in the dark.  Wait, the lights
were on when I came down.

A voice sounded very close to my head.  "Boy.  Sit up."  I sat, squinting
into the dark, but seeing nothing around me.  Suddenly a light flared into
my face, like a hundred suns and I reflectively shut my eyes.  The light
shut out and a hand gripped my head.

"Sorry for the flashlight, but I wanted to find your mouth.  Open up."

I opened and felt a cock slowly slide in.  And in.  And in.  and down.  It
seemed like the longest cock I ever had in my mouth was sliding in and down
my throat.  I started to whimper and struggler just a little in fear of
dying, but then remembered my position, and relaxed and calmly accepted
whatever he was going to do to and with me.  He slowly pullr the very long
hard cock out now and softly gave his approval.

"Very good, little one.  Now I will do it slowly for you learned and didn't
fight me.  Give me pleasure and I shall reward you."  He slowly brought it
in and out and up and down my lips, and throat and soon was deep fucking my
face and throat it felt like my whole body was being speared by a crazy
fisherman out to kill a white whale.  And yet, the spear was gentle and
slow and almost loving.  It was so different than most of the other
fuckings I had gotten so far.  Like an artist was painting this house, not
just a guy walking by suddenly horny for a paint job.

And when he started tensing, and came down my throat, I was actually
holding onto his legs and willing his semen straight down into my stomach,
wanting him there.  After I cleaned his dick wellm I heard him slide it
into his pants and bend down to talk into my ear softly.

{Whispering.)  "I am going to put under your pillow two things.  I want you
to feel for them after we leave the party tonight.  One is the key to your
collar, which will unlock you from your wall.  Your Master is very very
drunk upstairs and will be falling asleep soon.  The people I came with
will be driving home, taking me with them.  They don't know my real name,
nor where I live.  I am whispering this because I do not know if he has any
recording mics around you, and I turned the lights off in case he had
cameras.  Nod to me if you understand this boy."

I nodded my head like crazy, my heart racing.

"The second key is the door upstairs, nearest the kitchen.  I tried it.  It
works.  Exactly one hour after we leave, I want you to unlock your collar,
keeping your leathers on, because it is cold outside, make your way up the
stairs and out the door.  Close and lock it again.  Be down at the end of
the road, in the bushes.  I will come by, and blink my lights, not beep,
and open my door.. and count to 20.  if you do not come, I will assume you
didn't want to, or you were caught, and, well, I tried.  Understand?"

I nodded like a crzy bobblehead during an earthquake.  The guy chuckled.

"Guess you want to go.  See you then boy.  Hopefully."

I felt him put something under the pillow and heard him stand up and move
across the room.  I suppose he walked up the stairs too, but I couldn't
hear him over the sound my heart was making, about to come out of my chest.

OMG, I thought.  Is this my chance?  Do I really have a chance?  I kept
blinking, holding back tears....  and listening to the party going on
upstairs, which kept getting quieter and quieter, until finally I heard
people leaving, and the door close.  I heard my Master stumble through the
house and fall down in the living room.  I heard him mumble loudly
something, but then, I heard nothing.

Silence.  It filled the dark basement.  It filled my mouth and eyes and
mind.  Silence.  I listened harder than I ever thought possible.  Finally,
about 10 minutes later, I heard snoring.  and except for a few times, it
kept going the whole of the hour.  I finally couldn't wait any longer, and
in fear of me missing his car, I felt under my pillow for the keys.  I
almost expected nothing to be there, and for it to be just a joke on me,
but there were two keys.  The first one didn't open my collar, but the
second one did.  So I gently put it down on the pillow, and crying softly,
and shaking, I made my way over to the stairs.  I ever so gently walked up
them.  Only two creaked, and I froze, listening for the snoring.  When I
heard him continue, I continued.

I got to the door, full expecting him to jump me and kick the shit out of
me, but the key opened the door.  It did not squeak, and I moved outside
quietly.  Only my leather creaked in the cold weather as I closed and
locked him inside.  I almost RAN tothe street and threw myself into the
bushes.. and then had to quiet my heart and ragged breath.

I had made it, I kept thinking.  I had beat him.  FUCK YOU!!  I kept
thinking.  I told you I was not a sub!!...  I kept myself well hidden
though, way down beneath the surface of the top of the bushes, in my full
body leather suit I had put on.  I had the boots, pants, t shirt, jacket,
and gloves.  I blushed realizing I accidentually left my plug in, but I
would extract that later.  But at least I didn't have my hood or gag on.

Suddenly I heard a car very very slowly approaching.  It came to a
crunching slow stop a few feet from the bush and flashed its lights twice.
The passenger door opened and I popped out of the bush and entered the car
so fast you would have thought I had been shot from a cannon.

The guy Whispered.."Make sure you don't slam the door!!!"

I gently closed the door as the car without lights slowly crunchd away down
the country road.  I glanced at the guy sitting next to me.  He was very
handsome, and looked to be late 20's.

"You have no idea sir, how much this means to me."

"shhhh..  no need for that.  I saw a wrong, and I stepped in to fix it.
Nobody there knew me really, just from clubs I will never go back to.  You
are safe."  He glanced at me.  "My god, you look skinny.  Have you ate at
all being there?"

"Just vitamin drinks and some veggies."

"Umm" he looked around and pulled a bag from the back of the car.  "Check
in here.  I think there's a sandwich and a bottle of soda of sme kind?"

I looked in and it was a turkey sandwich and a bottle of coke...  3/4's
full.  I looked up.

"Have it kid.  Have it all."

I gulped down both and he put on some music.  He turned on the heater and
started humming to the tunes..  I leaned back in the seat and was finally
happy.  First time in months.  I smiled and drifted off to sleep watching
the road pass by.  I was not a sub...............

I woke up, in darkness, wondering where the car was.  I didn't hear the
music anymore.  I couldn't move my mouth to ask him the question.  It felt
like a gag was in it.  MY eyes snapped open when I realized it WAS a gag,
and my arms and ankles were bound spread eagle.  I saw my liberator sitting
in a chair watching me wake up.

"Hi."

I looked around.  I was in a smaller room.  It was another basement.  I
looked back at the guy, some of my hope leaving my eyes again.

"Your master lost a bet with me.  He gave me the keys.  Sorry for the
pretense, and for drugging your coke.  But it was more fun for me this way.
You should have seen your face when you thought you were going to be free.
It was priceless.  I DID see something wrong and went to fix it.  I wanted
you for me, and he lost, and now you are mine.  I hate to break it to you,
babe, but you were BORN to be a sub.  You just didn't know it until we
found you.  Am I wrong?"

I looked him in the eyes, and realized I owuld never be free, and heard his
words, and found myself nodding.

He smiled.  "Good.  Have I got plans for you!!  You did well learning to be
a doggy.  Now for 6 months, you have to learn to be a pony.  then I want
you to help me train others I will bring in.  Oh.. don't worry.  No matter
how many I bring in....  you will never be number one in the household, but
always forever, the lowest.  They can do whatever they wish to you when I
am away.  You see, soon, They will be serving me But you, dear boy, will be
serving the house.  You will be the dogboy's doggy.  You were born to be
the lowest sub.  and I love you for it."

He ruffled my small bits of hair, which he said he would allow to grow back
in, for he wants his doggies to have a girly boy bottom, and walked away
leaving me in my chains.  But, I didn't cry.

The smell, feel, sound, and look of leather now on me comforted me.  and
the gag, plug and bondage made me feel controlled and safe.  and I had a
purpose.  not just a job for pay.

End of part 9, and the story of how I realized, yes, I actually was a sub.
Born to be one, so it seemed I had found my destiny.  My home.  My place.