Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2001 04:23:06 -0500 (EST)
From: R A D <axeldarke@yahoo.ca>
Subject: revision of Jackson Enslaved 1
I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do
not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in
the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions.
If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending
on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here
until you reach the legal age
If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave
type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be
here.
I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or
episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first.
axeldarke@yahoo.ca
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As Jackson sat in his seat near the back of the plane his hard cock
was clearly outlined in the tight faded cutoffs he wore. He had tried
since taking off to think of something, anything to get it to soften but so
far nothing was working. The butt plug up his ass was pressing against his
prostate and nothing Jackson could do would make his dick go down. He found
the whole thing intensely embarrassing but also extremely erotic and he
knew that Larry had planned it that way.
Along with the cutoffs and the butt plug beneath them Jackson wore a
plain white t-shirt along with a pair of old jogging shoes. No socks, no
underwear, nothing else, just as Larry had ordered.
At 5'10" 160lbs and 21 years old Jackson had a swimmers build after
years of competitive swimming in high school and college. His dark hair,
blue eyes and smooth sculpted look had always turned heads. Jackson was
used to that but today his tiny shorts and hard cock attracted frank
lustful stares. He felt like every eye in the terminal before take off was
staring at him with his hard cock and guessed why he was in that condition.
This humiliated him intensely yet it also excited him and his cock, if
anything, just got harder.
Jackson had met Larry only a month before in an online chat room. They
clicked immediately and soon were sharing their darkest sexual secrets with
each other. Jackson had told Larry of his fantasies about slavery and
captivity, things he had never admitted to anyone. Larry told Jackson how
he had enjoyed dominating guys since he was a teen and that Jackson was
just the type of guy he loved to train.
They exchanged pictures over the net. Jackson for one was instantly in
lust. Larry is 5 years older than Jackson and his photos show the tightly
defined muscles of a man who has spent great effort keeping toned and fit.
He is six feet, 200 lbs and seems to have no trace fat on his body. His
blond hair is cut high and tight, just like the marine that Larry had been
until leaving the corps last year. He is the very image of a master Jackson
has fantasized about submitting to.
Jackson had always had fantasies about serving a man who was in
complete control of him but had always been too smart-or too scared to
actually seek to live it out; until now. Larry had helped him overcome his
natural caution and convinced him to fly out to the coast to experience a
weekend of submission.
Jackson was still very deeply in the closet about his submissive side
and wanted to keep it that way. Larry suggested that he buy his ticket for
cash at a bulk travel place in another neighborhood where no one knew
him. That way no one he knew would know or could find out where he was
going even if they chance to see his visa card bill. Jackson told friends
he was visiting his folks that weekend so nobody would miss him. In the
back of his mind Jackson felt a little uneasy about all this but his dick
overruled his caution and he went along with the plan.
Jackson's pockets carried just 2 things, as Larry had ordered: a one
way bus ticket Larry had sent to take him from the airport to the park
where they were to meet plus a quarter for a phone call in case he got
lost. He was still 1000 miles from Larry but knew that he was already under
his control. Larry even had the return portion of Jackson's plane ticket,
which he had convinced Jackson to send to him so Jackson would feel
completely in Larry's control.
When they were making plans for this weekend Jackson had been
extremely aroused by the idea of being in such a vulnerable spot. He now
felt his complete vulnerability and he began to feel a real fear in his
gut. As he sat in his seat he wondered if he really had the balls to go
thru with this or the good sense to pull out of it while he still could. If
he still could.
He thought several times of going to the washroom and removing the
plug. But he had nowhere to put it. No bag, no pockets big enough. Anyway
what was he going to do then? Larry has his ticket home and Larry wants the
plug in him when he gets there. Jackson knew that he would be checked for
it and he knew he would pay if it weren't inside him.
After 3 hours, which had seemed to Jackson more like 30, the flight
finally ended. He was off the plane and through the terminal quickly,
having no baggage to worry about. He found his bus and boarded it taking a
seat near the front. The bus driver said it would be a half hour trip. As
the bus drove into the city Jackson was a ball of nervous energy. He could
barely sit down. He knew that he would soon be a captive and he was both
frightened as hell and aroused beyond words.
The driver called his stop and Jackson was out of the bus and into
the evening air, which cooled his sweaty brow and sharpened his senses. He
was on a sidewalk in front of a hotel and across the street was a park just
as Larry had described. Jackson crossed the street and walked along until
he found a lighted diagram of the park. On it he found his location and his
destination. The trail he was to take began just off to the right.
As Jackson entered the trail he was in a cold sweat. This was it. He
was now alone far from home with nothing but the few clothes he wore. He
was afraid. Yet his dick was hard as stone.
He walked carefully along the trail into the park moving away from the
sounds of traffic and people. There were streetlights along the trail but
the night was falling and the forest on either side was dark and silent.
Jackson began to feel as though he were in a forest far from any city.
He soon came to his destination, a wider place in the trail where there
was a park bench and behind it a kind of log shelter with a roof but half
walls just as Larry had described. He looked around but could see no one
about.
He entered the shelter and in the dim light he knelt down and began to
run his hand along the base of the back wall. His hand soon came on a cloth
bag and he picked it up and felt inside it. He found a wide collar and with
a small padlock and a pair of handcuffs.
He knew that they would be there and he knew what he was required to
do. He was definitely having second thoughts, even third fourth and fifth
ones but there was not really any choice. He stood and looked around
again. There was no one.
Slowly he pulled his t-shirt over his head and put it into the bag.
He kicked of his shoes and then undid the button and zipper on his cut offs
and pulled them down and off, leaving himself completely naked. He took the
collar wrapped it around his neck and closed the little padlock. He put
his shorts into the bag and then put his shoes back on.
He took the cuffs and snapped one around his left wrist. He was about
to close the other around his right wrist in front of him when a voice from
the forest said, " No, behind you slave."
This is the end of part one. This is my first post. I would greatly
appreciate hearing any response, good or bad.
axeldarke@yahoo.com