Date: Mon, 09 Jun 2003 16:50:25 +0100
From: ben me_over <benme_over@hotmail.com>
Subject: Master's New Boy - chapter 5

Authors Notes:
This story is pure fiction and any resemblance to real life people or
Circumstances are purely coincidental.  Though my story may involve unsafe
sex, I believe that in real life safer sex is the only way to play!

Chapter 5 -Torture on the moors.

After we had both finished breakfast he told me I would have to start doing
the housework for him if I was to be fed by him. And immediately ordered me
into his kitchen to wash the dishes up, with instruction not to venture
further into his house which I thought was a bit strange. After I had
finished the dishes I cleaned his cooker and wiped the work surfaces trying
my very best to please him enough to be rewarded again. But Master had other
plans for me today and pulled out a picnic basket and then told me to fill
it with the food on the bottom shelf of the fridge.  There were sandwiches,
crisps, apples a cake and biscuits and a bottle of cola.  Oh we are going
for a picnic what could be better then a picnic on a nice summers day. As
usual I was thinking only of the pleasant things that might happen during
the day and I was surely going to enjoy the day I thought. Master closed the
picnic basket and told me to get in the car.  "What like this sir" I asked.
"yes of course boy, did I say any other then that Boy" he snapped at me.  He
was taking me out in public with nothing on except my collar and cock ring
and my white socks and shoes.  I was horrified at the idea but had no other
choice than to obey him.  As I got in the car I saw him load something
wooden and rather large into the boot I couldn't quite make out what it was
through the door mirror.  He slammed the boot of his Astra Estate closed and
jumped into the driver's seat and we drove out of the driveway and down the
street. He had both windows fully down and the wind blew in all around me
caressing my body, he noticed my cock getting hard again and reminded me
that I wasn't to cum unless he told me otherwise.

After about forty minutes we were on the Yorkshire moors in the middle of
nowhere and no one around us.  He took the picnic basket and blanket out of
the boot and handed them to me.  "Set up lunch over there he said and
pointed to a flat area of dried mud.  Most of the ground around us was
covered in heather.  I found it strange that he managed to stop the car
where there was a clearing.  It felt so free being high up on moors
surrounded by hills and heather.  I continued to set up the picnic whilst he
took what ever the wooden thing was out of the car and placed it at the
other side of the car then joined me on the blanket. We had a really
pleasant lunch and I found out that he used to be in the Special Forces SAS
until just a year ago.  After he left the SAS he had set up a special
training camp to train bodyguards and private investigators.  He told me
that his business was booming.  He enquired about my family background and I
explained that I was an only child from a middle class family, that my
mother was a secretary and my dad was an accountant and he was expecting me
to follow his footsteps. Which as far as I was concerned would never happen,
as I was pathetic with numbers.

"Right boy that's enough chatter for now, we have some serious work to do if
  your going to be worth keeping around"
"yes sir" I replied.
"That's the attitude Boy.  Now I am going to test your limits today to see
how much of a weakling you really are Boy" he said
"You will be subjected to pain during this afternoon, and I mean real pain.
I will not cause you any serious damage or mark your body permanently that's
not my style, but I take great pleasure subjecting you sub boys to a long
slow journey of pain and pleasure, and after all you're here to please me
aren't you Boy" he said in his stern voice that tells you to just agree
which of course I did.
"Good then let my fun begin" he said grinning. As he took the blindfold out
of his pocket and placed it over my eyes. Then he helped me to my feet which
was such a relieve as whilst sitting the dildo in my arse was pushing up
against my insides.  I was finally given a break from the pressure of the
dildo, but the break was only short lived as he sat me down again and placed
my hands behind my back and laid me on the ground I could feel what must
have been heather brushing under my naked body. Then he told me to spread my
legs apart but not quite to the point of being spread eagled.  It was at
this point that he lifted my left foot up and placed my left foot onto
something made of wood and then he did the same with my right foot.  After
that I felt something that came down on both my ankles and I suddenly
realised that he must have put my feet in stocks.  Panic started to set into
my mind, I was in the middle of nowhere and there were no other people
around us, he could do absolutely anything he wanted and no matter how loud
I could scream I would be wasting my time and energy. I could hear him walk
around me and the fear built up inside me as to what was about to happen.
Suddenly I felt something touch the soles of my feet, which tickled them.  I
have very sensitive feet and almost find it impossible to touch my own soles
let alone have them tickled by someone else I was rolling from side to side
in a a desperate state to try and avoid being tickled but I was in the
stocks and going nowhere.  Each stroke of what I assume was a feather was
measured so as not to cause me serious problems with my breathing. The
feather kept coming across one foot then the other and I had tears of
laughter rolling down my cheeks and could feel a piss coming on but had no
way of telling my master as I couldn't speak for laughing.  The intense
tickling continued and I continued rolling from side to side which caused
the dildo to keep moving inside me. I tried to screw my toes up to get some
relieve but he just opened them up and tickled in between my toes which was
almost unbearable, then he returned his attention to my soles. It continued
and the laughing was causing me to getting ever closer to pissing myself,
and it did happen as he increased the speed of each stroke of the feather I
couldn't hold of any longer and I shot a torrent of piss up above me and
most of it landed back down on me so once more I was covered in piss but
this time it was my own.  Soon as I stopped pissing the tickling stopped. My
master removed the blindfold and I realised that he had been in the line of
fire of my piss as his top was wet.  He had a angry look that told me that I
was in for some punishment.  "Boy you have seriously offended me and you
must be punished immediately" he growled at me.
"sssorry sir I didn't mean to soak you in my piss" I tried to explain but it
was no use.  How did he expect me not to wet myself which such intense
tickling of my feet.
"No boy I don't want excuses I want obedience and respect from my Boy,
understand" he added in the same tone as before.
"Yes sir" I replied half terrified at what my punishment might be
"You see young ones of today don't know what obedience and respect means.
You have to be taught it by being punished when you are not obedient and
respectful, and it is my job as your master to ensure that you are taught
properly" he explained to me.  I didn't have a clue what he was talking
about but I agreed with him, as that is what I knew he wanted to hear.
Master then took two house bricks from his car and lifted the left side of
the stocks up with my bare feet in them and placed the bricks underneath the
stocks and he did the same at the other side of the stocks.  This raised my
feet further of the ground and made them more accessible to him. I had just
settled into the new position when my master told me to roll when he lifted
and turned the stocks and replaced them upside down on the bricks.  I was
now lying on my stomach with the cheek of my face against the roughness of
the heather covered ground. This position was quite uncomfortable as there
was extra preasure on my stomach and chest due to my secured feet being
raised up from the ground. To make matters worse I had no way of knowing
what was about to happen to me as my face was at foot level.

Then suddenly my master showed me a whip and I braced myself for a good
whipping on my bottom and surely enough WHACK the first strike right across
the cheeks of my bottom I moaned as the strike cut into me and stung. Whack
Whack two more strikes and my bottom felt warm with the pain. Whack Whack
another two harder then the first and my arse was burning from the full
force of my masters right arm as he brought the whip down on my cute young
arse it must be glowing by now.  Then he stopped whipping my arse and I was
just thinking that my punishment wasn't that bad when I felt a pain like no
other as my feet were struck with some sort of thin cane like instrument, I
screamed as the severe pain hit my soles and another strike hit down on my
soles increasing the pain, then he changed his tactic and picked up the whip
and in a much more gentle way started whipping my feet, at first it didn't
feel so bad especially after the cane that had hit them first. But he kept
hitting my feet with the leather whip and they were feeling rather sore. He
would do five strokes on one foot then five on the other and followed with
five on both feet by this time I was screaming at him to stop as the soles
of my feet were like they had walked on broken glass.  The pain increased
with each stroke of the whip but there was no end insight. He eventually
stopped the whipping.
"Now boy you will be obedient and respectful especially to your master but
also to your superiors, and that means everyone Boy, as everyone is superior
to a Slave Boy" he said
"Yes sir" I said in a muffled voice from crying with the pain from my feet.
He just left me there until I regained my composure then turned me back over
onto my back and helped me sit up. Then he knelt down and gave me a gentle
kiss and put his arms around me and held me tight to his chest, well as best
he could with me still in the stocks.
"Now boy you see good behaviour gets comforts and bad behaviour as you can
see gets punishments and pain. That doesn't mean to say you wont receive
pain when you have been good, because if I feel like giving you a bit of
pain I will do, but if the pain is for your punishment and to teach you a
lesson it will be of the same severity as today's understand boy" he asked
"Yes sir" I said confused at what he had just told me.
"You will learn to enjoy a certain amount of pain Boy, in fact it will
become a part of our Daily routine eventually and you will look forward to
it" he added.  He was right of course as mild discomfort or spankings did
turn me on, they always had if I were honest to myself. I've wanked over
some of the sm stories in the daily tabloids and it has always been a part
of my fantasies. But I had never thought I'd be living out any of them.
Maybes he was right about getting used to some pain only time would tell.
Master proceeded to free my sore feet from the stocks and sooth them with a
special lotion that he told me he had sent over from china.  The lotion took
some of the soreness out of my soles, and with his help I could just about
manage to hobble back to the car.  The rest of the day my Master was so
gentle with me that by the time it was time for me to leave I almost forgot
the ordeal I had endured earlier that day. He even passionately kissed me as
we left the house and he drove me back to my collage residents.
"I will email you every day whilst I am away and I expect you to be at the
airport when I return next week I will give you instruction on how to greet
me later Boy" he said as I got out of his car.
"I'm going to miss you sir" I heard myself saying to him.
"I will miss you to my Boy toy" he said. Suddenly I felt all alone and
empty.
"Don't forget your all mine next week boy for seven whole days you will be
under my command" he said in a cheery tone.
"Yes sir, look forward to you coming back sir" I said as I closed the car
door and he drove off into the horizon.  I was lucky that Jake wasn't in the
room when I returned it gave me time to clean up a bit and put some
comfortable clothes on and soak my feet.  How was I going to cope with my
master being away for a whole week?

To be continued.

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