Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2005 18:31:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Davidson <boyneedsmaster@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Boy Submits / Part 6

Thoughts from yesterday's adventure flooded my mind.  It was impossible
to work.  I sat at my desk, staring at my screen.  I pictured Master
standing over me thinking about how to use me next.  And I pictured
myself in all those positions from yesterday and remembered the pain and
pleasure vividly.  I had fantasized about bondage and servitude for
years, and now finally I was experiencing it.  My cock was rock hard.

The ring of the phone almost made me jump out of my skin as I came back
to the real world and reached for the receiver.  "Yes, this is Jason."

"You have a package at the front desk Jason." the receptionist informed
me.

"OK, be right out."  I got up to go to the front desk, adjusting my
raging hard cock so it wasn't so obvious.  When I got to the front desk,
the receptionist smiled and pointed to the package on the ledge next to
her.  "Thanks Jen."  I picked it up and checked the label - it was a
couriered package so all it had on it was my name, company, and address.
I took it back to my office and sat down while grabbing the scissors to
slice the tape.  I opened the first two flaps and there was a piece of
paper covering the other two flaps that said - "Better close your door
first Boy."

I froze, my heart jumped.  It was from Master.  I had not expected
contact today.  My cock raged again.  I quickly closed my office door and
returned to the box.  I popped open the other two flaps and started
taking things out.  The box contained a cell phone, an envelope, another
smaller box, and another letter.  I picked up the letter.  "Boy, as
discussed before we departed company last night, you have pleased me and
I look forward to continuing your training.  I will make you the best
slave ever.  Inside this box are several things for you.  First, the cell
phone.  You will keep it on, charged and with you at all times.  We will
use that phone to contact each other.  Second, open the small box and put
on what is inside.  You will wear this for the rest of the day and you
will have it on at all times unless the situation is one where your wife
can see it.  You will definately have it on when you report for your next
meeting.  Finally, the envelope has some momentos from last night - a
gift for you so you have a reminder of your new role in life.  DOn't
worry, there are no copies.  I will call you at 4pm - do NOT miss the
call."

I put the paper down and grabbed the envelope first.  I was afraid to see
what was inside.  There were 10 pictures inside, all graphically
documenting my servitude.  The angle looked like it was from where the
dresser was - Master must of had a digital camera with him that he used
by remote to take these.  I felt sick to my stomach and excited at the
same time.  I hope there were no other copies.  Flipping through them
excited me though - seeing me in those positions, seeing Masters naked
form, god it was hot.

Finally, I opened the box and recognized the contents immediately.  A
CB-3000.  I recognized the male chastity device from some web surfing I
had done.  I could only imagine what wearing something like this would be
like.  I got it out quickly as my cock was already getting hard.  I
dropped my pants and slipped the device on and locked it - instantly
realizing that there was no key in the box.  By now, my cock was already
straining against its new confines and pain was setting in.  I slipped my
pants back on and went back to work.

At 4pm the cell phone rang and I jumped to answer it.  "Hello Sir!"

"Hello boy.  Have you obeyed your Master today boy?"

I was shaking.  "Yes Sir."

"And you are locked in?"

"Yes Sir."

"Excellent boy.  That means you have to see me tonight since I know you
can't go home wearing your new friend."

I had not thought of that.  I couldn't risk my wife seeing or feeling the
chastisty device and tonight we had dinner plans.  Master's control was
already more than I was prepared for.  "Yes Sir" was all I could say.

"Good boy.  Now, i can get out a little early so let's meet at 5pm at the
little Italian place around the corner from you.  You'll need the food.
Be there at 5 or every minute past will result in 10 minutes of
punishment."

"Yes Sir."  And the phone disconnected.

I hurried to finish my day and called my wife to cancel our plans.  She
surprisingly was OK with it and I told her I might be home late due to a
big deal I'm working on.  She said she would go to a girlfriend's or shop
and didn't seem to mind that I'd be home late.

I got to the restaurant at 4:58 and Master was at the bar. Amazingly, my
cock stirred when I saw him.  The place was otherwise empty.  Master said
"Hello Boy" out loud and that embarassed me but it didn't seem to catch
anyone's attention.

We sat down for dinner and Master ordered for me.  When the food came, he
told me that I was allowed to feed myself here since we were close to
your office and knew I'd be afraid of anyone coming in to see me being
fed by Master.  My god, i thought, would he really feed me in public?

After dinner, or rather when Master told me we were done, Master said he
wanted to run and get a haircut real quick - said he had a meeting
tomorrow that he wanted to look good for.  I didn't think much of it
although I'd rather be somewhere serving him.  We took a cab to a place
across town.  When we went in, the boy behind the counter said "Hello
Sir, welcome back.  What can we do for you today?"

"Hello, I need a touch up."  Then Master looked at me and said, "You need
one too."  It wasn't a question.

I said "Yes, I guess so."  He was right, I needed a cut since I haven't
had one in about a month.

"OK, me first."  He went over to the second chair and the gentleman
greeted him, obviously knowing him.  Master's cut only lasted a minutes
as the barber quickly used a razor and a quick snip here and there with
scissors.  When he was done, Master got up and I went to sit down.
Master stuck his hand on my chest and pushed me back slightly.  "No boy,
someone else will handle you.  Follow me."

We turned and started towards the back of the store and entered a room
that was private.  There was a chair there but it didn't look like a
normal barber chair.  Master turned and waited until another boy entered
and closed the door.  "OK boy Strip!"

I went week in the knees.  No, certainly he didn't mean me to get naked
here, in front of the other boy.  But Master's stare was all I needed to
see.  I looked at the other boy, he just stared at me, almost
emotionless.

"Boy, you better be butt ass naked in one minute or you will suffer
greatly."

I stripped as fast as I could and finished by standing there with my
hands over my cock area  Master reached down and unlocked the CB3000 and
my cock sprang to life.  Master grabbed my hand and yanked me into the
chair.  I started to adjust myself but Master barked, "Sit still boy!"
He then knodded to the other boy, who walked to my chair.

The first thing that cought me by surprise was the collar that snapped
around my neck.  I tried to move but it held me tight against the chair.
Then, as I panicked, the boy strapped my arms onto the armrests in about
four places each side.  He then put a strap around my chest which pulled
my body tight against the backrest.  Then, to my horror, after doing the
same to my legs, the boy clicked something and the legs snapped apart,
leaving me with my legs spread.  I started to say something.

"Boy, you better keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to talk or else
I'll have to gag you as well."

I snapped shut but still looked panicked.

"OK, standard cock and balls.  We'll double check his ass when you
finish."

The boy went to work on my dangling cock.  It was not your normal shave.
Yes, he at one point used a razor, but there were several different cream
applications, several of which burned.  Several times I got hard but
neither Master or boy seemed to notice.  I was leaking precum and I
suspected the boy was handlilng me in a way that would excite me on
purpose.

When done, the boy asked Master if he was pleased and Master took a
closer look.  "Yes, looks good.  Now, why don't you give the slut a
little treat."

The boy immediately dropped to his knees and starting sucking my cock. It
was amazing.  Better than any woman ever.  I was moaning loudly.

"You may cum boy whenever you wish."  It did not take long.  I came and
the boy slurped up every last drop.  I slumped in the chair.

"Good boy.  Both of you!  Now, let's check the ass."  I was so happy to
get out of the chair but I quickly realized that this was not to happen.
The boy clicked a few things under the chair and it flipped back, then I
felt the butt pad I was sitting on unhook and drop.  My ass was now fully
exposed.  "Better do that too boy."

All I could think of was how I would explain this to my wife if she saw
it.  The boy went to work again using razors and cremes and soon Master
was inspecting it.   "Excellent. OK, go ahead boy, get your "tip."

Oh fuck, I thought.  I knew what was coming and the boy didn't wait.  I
heard him drop his pants and then felt him spread something on my ass
crack.  Suddenly, he rammed his cock into me and I screamed.  Master
yelled at me.  "Shut the fuck up.  THis isn't for you.  It's the boys
tip, let him enjoy it."

I clamped my mouth shut but was moaning through closed lips which Master
didn't seem to mind. The boy finished by shooting his load in me and then
yanked out.  He went over to the counter, cleaned up, and pulled his
pants back up.  "Thank you Sir.  Very generous tip Sir.  You have a nice
boy there Sir."

"Glad you enjoyed it.  Now, let's take a look at him."  Master and boy
looked me over like I was a piece of meat.  Master seemed pensive.
"Hmmmm.....it needs something else."

"It?!"  I thought.

"I know.  Underarms.  Do them now."  He stepped back and I panicked.  My
underarms?  Surely Master wasn't going to make such an obvious change.
He promised.  Master must have read my thoughts.  "Shut up boy.  You're
lucky I don't take it all.  I know what I'm doing.  Now keep your mouth
shut.  I remained quiet and sat while the boy did something to the chair
that flipped my strapped in arms up and away from my body, exposing my
underarms.  He started to shave them, first with clippers, then razors
and creams.  The burn was worse.  I cried, not from the burn, but for my
manhood which was being stripped from me.

Master inspected the work.  "It should totally shaved but I'll let him
keep a little for now."  My chest was heaving.

"Now get this cum bucket cleaned up for me so I can go and use him
myself."

I couldn't see what the boy was doing but I suddenly felt something being
jammed into my ass.  What the fuck?  Then I heard a pumping noise and I
felt whatever it was in my ass growing larger.  Then I felt the water
rush in....he was administering an enema.  In no time at all, I could
feel my stomach stretching and the pain was getting so bad I was
sweating.

"Ah....oh...."

"I said keep quiet boy.  Looks like i'm going to have to gag you tonight,
you seem a bit noisy."

The boy flipped the chair forward and I was back upright but my butt
wasn't supported anymore - just the leg straps keeping me attached to
this evil chair.  The hose ran out of my ass.  "OK, I'm going to take
this out, hold the water in until I'm out of the way."

"That's an order boy."  Master added.

The boy released the air plug and started to yank the plug.  I squeezed
to hold in and knew immediately I wouldn't last long.  The boy got the
plug out with a "plop" and he said "release."
I let go and the fluid drained from my ass.  I'm assuming there was some
type of drain or bucket but I could not move me head enough to see.

This process was repeated three more times and then Master declared this
should be enough.  I was dizzy from all the stimulus.

"Anything else Sir?  I can still take care of the rest in no time if
you'd like."

I panicked and looked at Master like a dear in headlights.

"No, that's OK, this boy still has "an image" to uphold so we'll let him
keep what's left of his hair for now."

I slumped and wondered what "for now" really meant.  Scared and horny,
that's what I felt.
I was released from the chair and I stood up.  My insides actually felt
amazing.  Master told me to get dressed and he left with the boy - I met
them up front a minute later while Master was paying.  I saw several
hundred dollar bills being passed over the counter and knew that what
just happened was not cheap.  He looked at me and said, "Yes, you will
repay me."  I wondered if he met with money or some other form of
payment.

We grabbed another taxi and Master took me to a little boutique hotel,
not one of the chains I recognized.  Again, the person behind the counter
knew him and everything was handled quickly and "as usual."  We went
upstairs and when we got to the room door, Master turned to me and said
"strip."

Terror is all I felt.  I went to plead but thought better of it and
resigned myself to following his orders.  There were about 8 other doors
on the floor - any of which could open at any minute and reveal my
nakedness so I hurried.  After getting naked, Master took his time
opening the door and finally letting me in.

Master continued into the room and said "up on the bed, lay on your
back."  I did as was commanded.

"Well boy, what time do we have until tonight?"

"Sir, my wife wont get suspicious if I'm home by about 8pm Sir.  Nothing
firm Sir, but that should be a good time Sir."

"Hmmm, not much time, but we can work with that since I have somewhere to
be at 830.  Oh, and I don't think I like you calling her your wife.  I
think I prefer....the slut you live with.  Yes, that is how you will
refer to her from now on boy."

"Yes Sir."  Something about that excited me.

"Good, now shut up."  Master then walked over and buckled a gag around my
head - this one had a ring and it was torturous on my mouth.  Then he
positioned me so that I was on the bed, on my back, with my head towards
the bottom of the bed.  "We can do something simple tonight I think."

He then reached over me and grabbed my legs and pulled them back, he
roughed me up a little until I realized he wanted me to "roll" to where
basically all my weight was on my neck and shoulders and my legs were
brought all the way till my toes touched the bed past my head.  He then
took rope and wrapped it around my back, torso and legs to keep me in
place.  When it was clear the bed wouldn't provide enough stability for
this position, he lifted me up and laid me on the floor in the same
position.  "Good."  He then took my arms which were pinned back and
against the floor and tied the wrists together and then to the leg of the
bed.
My ass hole was fully out and exposed and pointing straight up in the
air.  I was basically staring at my cock as well in this contorted
position. Master reached into my folded up self and clipped clamps on my
nipples.  I screamed through the gag.  "Good boy.  Thought you'd like
those Slut."

Suddenly he stood up and he began to flog me with a whip.  Soft at first,
but an occassional sting.  I've never had this done to me and I didn't
know what to expect.  He worked on my ass and backs of my legs and back.
Many of the hits felt nice, but several were harder and made me scream.
THe pleasure and pain alternating made me mad. He then reached down
between my legs and yanked my balls and cock so they were sticking out
through my hte back of my legs so now his flogging was hitting them as
well.  I was sweating again and sometimes the ball pain was intense and
unbearable.

He stopped his flogging and took position standing over my folded body
and grabbing my pelvic area started to push his hard cock straight down
into my gaping ass hole.  I screamed through the gag.  In this position,
dry, and not warmed up with a plug, his cock felt like a jackhammer
rippng into me.  I cried and screamed for probably two minutes before the
pain turned to pleasure and I began to get excited, precum dripping out.

Master pile drived me until he screamed and came into my ass.  He slumped
forward, arms hitting the dresser but his cock staying in.  He was
panting.  "Nice slut.  Very nice.  I am going to enjoy fucking you
often."

He removed his cock and walked away leaving me in this position.  He came
back and I heard what I now understood to be a digital camera quietly
clicking away.  Oh god, more pictures, I was truly his slave.

When compelted with the pictures, he released my bonds and the gag and
told me to kneel.  I did and he stood right in front of me and took his
limp cock and pushed it into my mouth.

"Clean it.  And make me cum of course."

I went to work sucking and licking his massive cock.  It stayed limp for
a while and I was afraid Master was going to get mad but it eventually
started getting hard - right about the time my mouth and neck were
beginning to cramp.  My breathing was labored and I furiously worked his
cock.  I had a new respect for my wife's cock sucking now - it truly was
a "job!"

After about 10 minutes, he grabbed my head and started to deep fuck my
face again.  Thrusting into my throat until I gagged and then releasing,
then hammering me a few strokes and then stuffing again.  Finally, after
what seemed to be an eternity, he stuffed my throat and came into me as I
did my best to swallow.  He screamed as he used both hands to hold my
face against his body.

After withdrawing, he sat on the bed.  "Very good boy.  You are really
getting good at that."

"Thank you Sir."  I ventured, hoping that I was not speaking out of turn.

"OK boy, let's get you home.  Hop in the shower, clean up both, and then
we'll dress and leave."

We showered and I cleaned Master's body with pride.  Afterwards, we
dressed and left together as Master said good night to the boy behind the
counter.  I caught the smile from the boy and the wink from Master.  He
drove me back to the office parking garage and told me to have my phone
with me tomorrow.  I went back up stairs, grabbed my stuff - including
Master's phone - and drove home.  God my ass was sore! I thought as I sat
in my car speading home.
When I got home at 8:30, my wife was out.  I went upstairs and relaxed
and went to bed at 11pm.  At 11:30 "the slut I live with" came home and
quietly went about getting ready for bed and crawling in with me.
Without warning, she went down on me and sucked my cock until I came into
her mouth.  It was the best blow job she ever gave me and then she kissed
me, said "good night", and went to bed.

Life was just getting better every day.  I went to sleep thinking about
Master and how he would have me serve him again.

To be continued....

(Comments always welcome!  Thanks to the many that have already
commented!!!)