Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2005 11:59:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Davidson <boyneedsmaster@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Boy Submits PART 2

Master replied to my commitment by saying, "Good slut."  Then he grabbed
the leash and dragged me into the bathroom.

We stopped on the tile floor and master released my leash and said,
"Stay."  He went through a bag he had put on the counter and placed
several things on the counter.  He then turned back to me and spun me
around.  "Bend over, legs spread."  I quickly complied.  Master, without
warning, yanked the plug from my ass.  My ass now felt empty, as if it
was natural to have the plug there.

"Very nice boy.  Use your hands to hold your cheeks apart.  I struggled
to move my cuffed hands in a way that let me grab my ass cheeks to pull
them apart.  The humiliation of this was almost unbearable.  Here I was
naked, bent over, dressed as a slut slave, holding my ass cheeks apart
while a stranger complimented me on my compliance.

I then heard and felt shaving cream being applied to the crack of my
ass.  Master and I had agreed that he could shave that area and my cock
and balls.  Despite discussing this, I could not believe it was now
happening.  I felt the razor shave my crack.  Several swipes was all it
took and then I felt a cold wet towel wiping the area - removing the
stray shaving cream I suppose.  Then I felt the intruder again, it was
being pushed but this time I quickly remembered to bare down and again I
felt the fullness of the plug.  This time however it felt different,
larger.  Master confirmed my thoughts.  "Next size up, doing well slut.
We'll have you up to the right size in no time."  Wow, I thought, the
plug in me felt huge and Master is discussing still moving me up to the
"right" size.  "Close your legs.  Don't release this or you will be
punished."

I closed my legs while keeping myself bent over.  With my legs closed,
the plug felt even larger.  Master then proceeded to randomly slap and
rub my ass as he knelt behind me.  I strained to take this abuse,
gritting my teeth as my ass started to sting.  "Stand and turn towards
me.  Spread your legs again."

I complied and could now see Master very well as he was bent over in
front of me with his face looking at my cock.  "Time we let this little
fucker out."  He reached up and grabbed my straining package and gently
squeezed.  I let out a soft moan, again part from the pain, part from
pleasure.  I could see that Master smiled as he mumbled, "Slut."

My cock sprang to life when released.  Master wasted no time lathering my
cock and balls up as well as the area between my balls and my ass.  He
then began shaving.  I could not believe another man was handling my
cock.  And I was hard because of it!  Master expertly handled the
procedure, not saying a word as he shaved the entire area.  Again, he
used a wet cold towel to wipe away the excess cream.  He then lightly
felt around the entire area - searching for stubble.  Twice he had to dry
shave an area.  When he was apparently satisfied he said, "Well, you
better get rid of that hard on slut, because your cock is going back in
that spreader and it's going to be tough when you're hard like that."

I panicked.  How was I going to lose my hard on when I was so excited.
Master apparently was going to help.  "Here, let me see what I can do to
help."  He then began to randomly slap my cock and balls.  The pain when
he hit a ball was every bit as bad as you would expect.  I screamed and
yelped.  Without looking up at me or taking his attention from my cock,
Master said, "Shut up or I'll gag you again."  I clamped my mouth closed
and tried my best to stop my screams, I managed only muffling my cries,
but Master did not seem to mind that.  Surprisingly the distraction
helped because I felt Master reapplying the stretcher, spreader.  My cock
had gotten slightly limp while I was focused on the pain and staying
quiet.
When Master was done, he stood.  "Stay."  Master went about some things
on the counter again.  I stood keeping my head down.  My cock and ass
tingling from their denuding.
Master then said, "Let's go," as he pushed by me and grabbed my leash.  I
struggled to quickly close my legs and turn around to follow.  As he
dragged me out to the bed area he said, "Time to get those arms tied
correctly."  Correctly? I thought.  What now?

Master got to the middle of the room and released my leash.  I stop as
Master again said "Stay" as he went to another bag.  He came back and
dropped rope at my feet and then grabbed my shoulders and turned me
around.  "Where is the key slut?  You may speak to respond."

"On the dresser Sir."

He grabbed the key and released my hands.  I rolled my wrists when they
were released.  My shoulders and arms ached from their brief captivity.

"Knock it off slut.  Now, put your hands together behind your back and
hold them there."

I knew what was coming and I was dreading it.  I then felt Master roping
my arms together.  When he was done, my arms were pushed together, my
shoulders straining from being pushed further than they were designed.
My arms touched all the way down.  All I could think of was getting my
arms released.  Master tested the tie he just completed.  Apparently
satisfied, he again slapped my ass and said, "There, that should be much
better now Slut."  I think I heard him chuckle slightly.

"Now, I think it's time you thanked me for all this attention you are
receiving.  After all, you are just a worthless slut and so far, you've
been the focus of our meeting.  Turn towards the bed and kneel in front
of me."  As I turned, Master walked around me and sat at the foot of the
bed.  I knew what was next.

"You're going to suck my cock now.  You better be good at this or I will
punish you severely."
Master then positioned himself on the bed, his legs spread.  He then
positioned me a little, moving me closer and right over my cock.  "You
may proceed slut."  He then put his hand on my head as I lowered my mouth
to his shaft.  It entered my mouth and I closed my lips tight around it,
pushing it in.  I had never done this before and it felt like it would
never stop going in.  I began to move up and down his shaft.  Master was
telling me that I was doing well, letting a moan except now and then.  I
was so pleased that I was actually pleasing him, I picked up the pace.
Then Master's hands were on my head and he began to take control of my
motion.  Grabbing my hair in both hands he would lift my head then push
it down, repeating over and over, faster and faster.

Then he yanked me off of his cock and I caught my breath.  He stood up
while still holding my hair in one of his hands.  I stared at his cock
still amazed that I was now a cock sucking slave.  I went to suck his
shaft again and he guided my head lower.  "Lick my balls boy."  I tilted
my head and stuck my tongue out, gently licking and sucking on his
balls.  He seemed to like it as he was moaning again.  I continued to
tongue his balls, then gently suck on each one, Master's hand still
grabbing my hair.

Again he pulled me off of him and took hold of my hair with both hands.
Then he took charge and began to fuck my face.  He started slowly,
holding my head steady while he worked his cock in and out as if my mouth
was a pussy.  After a minute or two of steady mouth fucking, he pushed
his cock all the way into my throat.  I began to gag and pull back but
his hands held my head in place and he pushed all the way into me - my
face crammed up against his body.  I couldn't breath with my nose pressed
tightly to his body and a cock in my throat.  It felt like an eternity,
but in reality it was only 2 seconds until he pulled all the way out of
my mouth and let me gasp for breath.  He then began to face fuck me again
and started a pattern.  About 10 strokes in and out, then one all the way
down my throat.  When he would pull all the way out, sometimes he would
whack my face with his cock before reinserting further humiliating me and
reminding me of my slave status.  I couldn't believe how much work this
was - I was out of breath and my mouth ached but the assault continued.
Master held my hair in his hands tight, and he was moaning as he
continued face fucking me.  Again it felt like an eternity but after
Master fucked my face for about 5 minutes I got lost in myself.  I could
feel the pain in my shoulders and arms.  I could feel the invader in my
ass.  I could picture what I looked like.  It made me hotter and it
humiliated me.  Master's voice broke my trance.
"OK bitch, here comes your reward for a good first suck."  I realized
what he meant and panicked.  I had never tasted my own cum let alone
someone else's.  Was he going to shoot in my mouth or on my face?  I
didn't have long to wait.  He slammed his cock back into my throat,
pushing my face all the way down into his body, and screamed.  I felt his
cum in my throat.  I began to choke and Master pulled out and continued
to cum all over my face as he held my head by my hair.  I choked down the
cum in my throat, not really tasting it since it was all the way in my
throat already.

Master continued to hold my hair with one hand and milk his cock with the
other.  A last drop of cum splashed onto my face.  I could only imagine
what I must look like now.  A cum-covered cock sucker, bound and
humiliated.

"Nice boy, very nice."  He fell back to sit on the bed and I kept my head
facing down as the cum felt like it was hardening on my face.  I could
see my own cock straining in its stretcher.  It was red and purple and it
was ready to explode.  Master must have sensed my arousal and said, "You
better not cum until I tell you to slut or else you'll pay dearly.  It
will be a lot easier on you if you control your own cum instead of me
having to train you how to properly control it."

Master got up and got a towel.  He came back and roughly wiped off my
face.  He then grabbed the ring gag and roughly put it back in my mouth,
buckling it tight on my head.  "There, still accessible but guaranteed to
keep you quiet.  OK bitch, stand and get on the bed, kneel down, forehead
touching the comforter."

I began to maneuver as instructed.  In this position, my ass was up in
the air and exposed.  I could only imagine what Master had planned.  Once
settled, he slapped my ass and said, "Spread your legs and don't let that
plug slip bitch."  I felt him begin to tie my ankles with rope to the
bed.  First the left and then the right.  Then I could tell he moved to
the side of the bed near the front.  I heard rope being tied to the bed
and then I felt Master loop it through the rope around my arms.  He
pulled the rope and my arms were pulled back and towards the front of the
bed.  I screamed, my arms felt like they were going to break.  Master
stopped and tied it tight.  I struggled to move in a way that would
relieve my shoulders and arms but nothing would relieve the stress he
imposed on me.  Master then returned to the back of the bed and to my
exposed ass.  He began to spank me.  Over and over again, slap slap
slap.  Both cheeks, no pattern.  It hurt like hell, I continued to scream
into the gag and struggle.  In the middle of all of this, I noticed my
cock was still rock hard and straining in its shackles.  What had become
of me, I thought.

Master stopped his assault and rubbed my ass, kneading both cheeks,
softly stroking me, helping to ease the pain.

"OK boy, time to see what that ass of yours is capable of."  I felt his
hands on the base of the plug.  He was going to remove it and begin work
in an area that I never wanted anyone to be before.

And it excited me more.