Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2007 07:38:20 -0800 (PST)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Life

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			       "My New Life"
			By - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com


   For me the day my new life began normally enough, it certainly didn't
end that way however. It was a morning like any other since I had moved to
Houston, Texas about 1 month before. I still, really didn't know anyone,
and the job that I was supposed to have started, ended before it even
began. I was fresh out of college and had been recruited for a design
job. As I really didn't have any family to speak of, I had no trouble
deciding to move the almost 2000 miles to take what would have been an
awesome job. My parents had died while I was in college and all the family
I had anymore was an old aunt that I really didn't even know. I rented a
small furnished studio apartment as I had almost no furniture. It was
perfect for me as it was right on a bus line and my old car would never
have gotten me back and forth to work. All seemed to be going great until
the day before I was due to report to my new job. I got a phone call
telling me that the position had been eliminated so I no longer had a
job. They were very sorry and at least had the courtesy to give me 3 months
severance pay as well as reimburse my moving expenses. Great here I was in
a new city where I didn't know anyone and now had no job. I thought about
moving back home. But home held nothing. Thankfully though I almost
immediately found an ad for another firm, and they had gladly arranged for
me to interview with them.

    As I looked at myself that morning in the mirror I felt confident that
I could impress them enough to get the job. I knew my looks would help. The
person I was seeing was a woman, and women tended to find me attractive. I
looked like a young, energetic college boy ready to make his mark on the
world. My short blond hair was styled just perfect. My blue eyes sparkled
with youthful confidence. My smile was dazzling and I had chosen a shirt
and suit that was tailored to show off my trim, hard body. As I stood there
looking at my reflection, I remember actually thinking, that if I didn't
get this job perhaps I should think about becoming a male model. Of course
that was simply me trying to bolster my confidence for the interview that
lay ahead. In reality I had never quite seen what others saw. In my eyes I
was just a normal 23 year old guy.  But I knew others found me attractive
and I would gladly play on it to help me get this job.

    I had checked the address on a street map the day before. The firm was
in a converted, older home on Harrison Street. At least I was pretty sure
it was Harrison Street. The problem was when I had written down Harrison I
failed to indicate if it was street or avenue. There was one of each on the
map of course. I was almost positive it had been street and I was not about
to call them again and look like an idiot. But just to make sure, I had
decided to leave early so if the first place was wrong I still had plenty
of time to get to the other. If the first place was the right one then I
would simply get some lunch and then go to my interview. I grabbed my brief
case and set off never realizing that a new life was awaiting me.

    The bus dropped me off about 4 blocks from the address I wanted on
Harrison Street. The area was full of older homes. A few were had even been
turned into businesses so I was pretty sure I must be in the right
place. However, as I neared the address I was looking for the area became
just a little more run down. I was surprised that the firm I was looking
for would be located here.  But as I knew little of Houston, perhaps this
was soon to be the up and coming neighborhood. I found my address. It was a
large older home that sat back from the side walk with a small lawn in
front. The flower beds had been recently worked in and it had the overall
look that it was cared for. However, there was no sign out front indicating
it was the graphic design firm I was looking.  I decided to go up and make
sure then go find a place to wait until it was time for my appointment. As
I approached I could see in as the front blinds were drawn. I stood on the
porch for a minute deciding what to do. Should I knock or just open the
door? Or again perhaps I should actually call them again and make sure I
was in the right place. I finally decided to knock on the door and see what
happened. I grasped the knocker, that was centered on the door, in my
hand. I had no more than let it fall than the door was opening and I was
being grabbed from inside. I was roughly yanked through the door and thrown
to the floor. As hands held me pinned down, I heard the sound of the door
being slammed shut behind me. As my arms were wrenched behind me all that I
could think of was, Oh my God, what the hell was happening? What had I
gotten myself into?

    I tried to struggle and tried to yell at my assailants. But the minute
I opened my mouth to scream a gag was shoved into it. As I bit down on it,
I realized it was leather and that it completely filled my mouth. I quickly
tried to push the gag back out, but by that time I felt a buckle being
drawn tight behind my head, firmly lodging the gag in place, and making it
impossible for me to get it out. I tried to yank my arms free but it was
also already to late. What felt like leather cuffs were already being
buckled on to my wrists. Once finished I felt them being hooked together
locking my arms firmly behind my back. As I lay there I felt the full
weight of a person come down on my back, knocking the breath out of me. I
realized that he was actually sitting on my back holding me down to the
floor. Now I felt hands at my feet. I tried to kick out but realized that
at least several people where holding my legs. Hands began removing my
shoes and I heard at least 4 voices discussing that I was a little over
dressed from what they were expecting. But the voices said they would soon
fix that. What did they mean, from what they were expecting? My mind reeled
full of questions. However, I had little time to think about it as hands
began to remove my shoes and socks. I then felt cuffs being applied to my
ankles. Shortly my feet were tightly hooked together just as firmly as my
wrists. At this point the man sitting on my back got off and I was rolled
onto my side. I finally got a chance to get a look at my captors.  Standing
over me were four men. All looking to be between about 21 and 23 years
old. From there size and bulk, if I had seen them at my college, I would
have taken them to be football players. Which I found out latter they
were. The four of them leered down at me and one was actually groping his
crotch, while he looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I wanted to
scream, I wanted to fight, but tied up and gagged that wasn't going to
happen anytime soon. All I could do was simply lay there trying to catch my
breath, wondering what the hell was going on and what the hell was going to
happen next.

    "Let's get him in the living room and take a look at what he's hiding
under that fancy suit," the one I learned latter was Duke said. As hands
lifted me up and carried me into the main living area of the house I
started to twist and squirm once again trying desperately to get
loose. They dumped me, unceremoniously, in the middle of the room. As they
did another guy spoke, his name I found out was Eric.

    Gesturing at me he said, "I though Pete told you he liked this kind of
thing? Pete said he actually begged to get to do this. If he did then why
does he keep fighting us so bad?"

    "I don't know," Duke answered, "Maybe he is just really into this whole
kidnaping scene. He must like to make it as realistic as possible. If
that's what he wants let's give it to him." I heard him leave the room and
I laid there wondering what they were talking about. Who was Pete?  What
kidnaping scene was I supposed to be into? Before I could collect my
thoughts Duke reappeared and squatted down next to me. He held a black
object up in front of my face and said, "Boy this is a tazzer. I can set it
to give you any amount of jolt I want. If you don't cooperate and quit
fighting us I am going to use it on you. You volunteered for this and I
don't want to spend all my time fighting with you." I tried to yell that I
had no idea what he was talking about but all that came out was a muffled
noise. "You just aren't getting the idea are you? I want you to settle down
now!" With that Duke applied the tazzer to my right leg. Pain instantly
lanced up my leg and exploded into my brain. God it hurt so bad I wanted to
die. As the pain ebbed Duke grabbed me by the hair and looked directly into
my eyes. "If you don't cooperate and stop fighting I am going to keep doing
that. Do you understand?" he told me. I quickly nodded my head that I
did. I would play along with them for awhile. I really had no choice. I
sure didn't want him using that thing on me again. Eventually they would
take out the gag and I would be able to explain that I had no idea who Pete
was or what they were talking about.

    Duke held the tazzer menacingly in his hand as two of them started
cutting up my pant legs with scissors. This had been my best suit and they
were totally destroying it. They completely cut up the sides and then
pulled the ruined pants off my body. Next they turned their attention to my
coat and shirt treating them exactly the same. Soon I was left only with my
white briefs between them and my naked body. Duke handed the tazzer to Eric
and took a pair of scissors in his hand.  "My turn now. I get to find out
what he has hiding under those briefs" he said with a wicked tone to his
voice.  As he reached for the waist band I couldn't help but try and flinch
away. I did not want to be naked in front of these guys! Just the thought
of being bound helplessly and then being naked scared me half to
death. What exactly did they have planned?

    "Boy, move again, even one little inch and you will get zapped again,"
Duke warned as he slid the scissors under the waist band of my briefs. I
held still despite my terror. I did not want to be zapped again. I also
didn't want him to accidently cut me as he sliced through the thin
material. I felt the scissors trace a line down each side of my hips,
severing my briefs in half.  When he was finished he yanked them away in a
flourish, exposing my now naked cock and balls.

    "Not bad," Duke commented as he grabbed my balls firmly in one hand,
giving them a hard twist and a squeeze. I groaned into my gag from the pain
of the rough treatment he was inflicting on my balls. "Come on, you know
you like it," Duke said as he continued to yank and twist them.  I didn't
know which hurt worse, his torturing my balls or his zapping me.

    He finally released my balls. His hand moved to my dick. "I would have
thought a boy like you would be hard as a rock," Duke said as he rolled my
flaccid penis in his hand. Hard, how the hell could I be hard? I was laying
bound naked on the floor with four guys towering over me, one playing with
my dick, scared to death. "Oh well," Duke added, "We really don't care
about your cock tonight, only your mouth and ass." He rolled me slightly
onto my stomach and slide one hand into the cleft of my ass. He found my
ass hole with one finger and slid it inside, making me jump in pain. "My
God, this boy feels nice and tight. We are going to have fun." As Duke said
this he swatted my ass check hard with his open palm. "Let's save that
sweet cherry ass for latter, but I really think we should try out his mouth
and see if he really is as good as Pete said he was at sucking cock." I
watched in disbelief as Duke removed his pants exposing his own erect cock
to me.

    With that view burning into my mind thought of the tazzer left
it. These guys were going to make me suck their cocks. No way! Yes I was
gay. I had even fantasized about being a slave to a group of guys, but not
quite like this. These guys who I had never even met wanted to use me. No
way was I going to let any of these guys put his cock in my mouth. I
started struggling and yelling into my gag for all I was worth. I had to
get loose, I had to make them realize that I was not who they thought I
was.  As I struggled I didn't even see the tazzer approach my leg until I
felt the pain of it sear through me. "Calm down, you are only making this
harder on yourself," I heard Duke say as the pain slowly ebbed away. "I am
going to remove your gag now. I don't want to hear even one little noise
out of you or I will zap you again," he added. He removed the gag and
finally my mouth was empty I could finally tell them they must have the
wrong person. I could beg them to let me go. As soon as the gag was out I
started speaking, trying to talk to them.  Before I could get more than two
words out the tazzer was once again applied to my body. "I told you not to
talk," was all Duke said in an angry voice. His hard cock touched my lips
and he started to pull my head down onto it. "Open up or I'll zap you
again," he ordered. What choice did I have? I opened my mouth and allowed
him to ram his cock into it. "If I feel even a little bit of teeth you will
pay for it," he said as he started pumping in and out of my mouth.

    I don't really know exactly how long the four of them fucked my
mouth. I do know I sucked all four of them off at least once if not more. I
also know that they zapped me at least twice more when I tried to put up a
fight. At some point I finally just gave in and did what they wanted. I
think I even began to enjoy it. I know my cock started getting hard. When
they eventually finished with me I was once again gaged. I was still bound
hand and foot and all my mind could think about was what was going to
happen next. My emotions were warring with me in that some part of me was
actually excited to see what was going to happen, while the rest was still
scared shitless.

    They left me laying in the middle of the room for a little
while. Eventually, two of them, I now knew them to be John and Sam, came to
get me. They half carried, half dragged me into the back kitchen area of
the house. Duke and Eric were waiting for us next to what looked like a
small square butcher block table. It was on wheels and stood about three
feet off the ground. In addition it had hooks embedded in it's surface at
various points. I would soon learn what the hooks were for. They released
my ankles and ordered me to get up on the table. As always Duke held the
tazzer in his hand to make sure I readily cooperated as hands helped me
climb up onto it.  I was made to kneel and as I did they pulled my knees
apart. Sam produced a ball stretcher which he applied to my balls. It
pulled them down in their sack a good three inches. I felt him affixing
something to the harness. Once he had finished they helped me bend
forward. They positioned me on the table so my ass was just at one side and
my head was just at the other. I felt my ball harness being attached to the
table, I assumed to one of the hooks. I attempted to adjust my position and
realized I couldn't. My balls held me firmly attached to the table. A
collar was fitted around my neck and then they pulled the cuffs confining
my hands up toward the collar, tying them securely in place. This held them
just above the small of my back and well away from my ass. Next they passed
straps over my bound body. These were tied off to the straps and then
snugged tight, holding me firmly in a kneeling position on top of the
table. Next they removed my gag, after Duke warned me not to make a
sound. He held his trusty little toy in front of my face as he gave me the
warning. The gag was replaced with a ring gag and head harness. The ring
gag fit firmly into my mouth, ensuring I couldn't close it. I realized that
in addition to not being able to close my mouth, I also couldn't prevent
anything from entering my mouth. That gave me a pretty good idea of what
they had planned for me. The harness itself fit around my head to hold the
ring gag in place. I realized the harness must have a ring at the top when
I felt something being feed through it. Then they were pulling the top of
my head back toward my hands via the ring. This forced my head, up and
brought my mouth to the perfect level for what I now assumed was cock
sucking. When they had finished with this I felt lube being applied to my
asshole then something hard pressing against it. As it was forcibly pushed
into my ass I realized it must be a butt plug. Duke patted my ass as the
plug seated itself deep inside me and said, "This is just to get you ready
for latter. As you already know we are having a party tonight and you are
going to be part of the entertainment. Pete said this was your thing, it's
why he got you to volunteer."  God, there was that name again. Who was Pete
and how did he manage to get me into this position?

    Just then I heard what sounded like the doorbell ring. I heard one of
them leaving and then shortly thereafter I heard what sounded like two
people coming back. I heard Duke's voice behind me say, "Hi Pete. This guy
is great. You couldn't have done better." My ears perked up and my heart
jumped, Pete, maybe now this mess could get cleared up and they would let
me go.

    A voice new to me answered, "Duke, my guy just called me. He couldn't
make it. That's why I am here early, I wanted to let you know."

    Duke's startled voice responded, "If this isn't your guy then who the
hell is he?" Duke walked in front of me and added, "One of you guys go see
if he has a wallet in the clothes we cut off of him." A few minutes latter
someone handed Duke my wallet and he pulled my driver's licence out. "This
says his name is Derrick Wheatley. It also says he is from Ohio. What is he
doing here? And what the hell is he doing at our front door? I guess we had
better ask Derrick here."


    He released the head harness and removed the ring gag from my
mouth. Finally I was going to get to talk and explain to them that they had
the wrong person. As I started talking I was almost babbling, "I am in the
wrong place. I was supposed to be on a job interview. Please let me go. I
won't tell anybody if you just let me go, please."

    Duke put his hand over my mouth saying, "Slow down, slow down. I think
we need to talk about this." Unbeknownst to me he had the leather gag in
his hand. As I kept trying to babble on he slipped it into my mouth and
quickly buckled it closed. I screamed into it, now that they knew that I
wasn't who they thought I was they should be letting me go, not putting a
gag back in my mouth. As I laid there listening to them I really began to
panic.

    "Guys, what are we going to do with him?" I heard Eric asking, "We
can't keep him tied up we need to let him go."

    "No way," Duke replied, "All he has to do is tell someone and we are
fucked."

    Oh my god it had not really dawned on me until that minute, they were
right, I could actually get them in a lot of trouble even though I now
realized it was an innocent case of mistaken identity. I knew that if they
would just let me go I would never tell anyone but they didn't know
that. If anyone found out they really would be screwed. What were they
going to do with me?

    Duke's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Guys, he is from Ohio. His
wallet doesn't have any pictures, we don't even know if he knows anybody in
town. Let me think about what we should do with him. However, right now we
have a party to get ready for and I for one am not going to let little
Derrick here ruin it. In fact let's go ahead and invite him. We still need
entertainment and I don't really think he is in any position to refuse. Are
you Derrick? And as I recall several times this afternoon your cock said
you were having a great time" Duke looked me in the eyes and my blood ran
cold. He was serious and I realized there wasn't a thing I could do about
it.  They walked out of the room talking together while I was forced to lay
there, bound into a tight ball waiting for my fate. Somehow what started
out as a good day, had turned into a journey into hell. All I could think
to do was pray that they would change their minds and let me go.

    Eventually Duke returned and replaced the ring gag and head harness. I
tried vainly to talk to him but a quick zap on his part shut me up. He then
added a blindfold, plunging me into darkness. When he was finished he
wheeled me on the table out into the main area of the house.  By this time,
from the noise, I knew it was filled with guys. Duke slapped my ass and
announced to the crowd, "This is our slave boy for the evening. Use him all
you want. Believe me he loves it." Once said he jerked the butt plug out of
my ass and gave the table a shove. I must have rolled right into the crowd
as I quickly had hands all over me feeling every available inch of my body.
This was replaced almost immediately by a cock in my mouth and another in
my ass. How many times I was fucked that night, I have no idea. It just
became a haze as one cock was replaced by another. As before my panic was
eventually replaced with desire and I felt my cock hardening under me. The
more I was used the harder I became. This was crazy I had been kidnaped and
now I was getting turned on by being tied up and used by these guys as
their sex toy. I found myself wanting so badly to get off and yet I
couldn't do anything about it. I would make them cum but no one cared about
me. When the party had finally wound down or perhaps someone just took pity
on me I was released from my kneeling position on the table. They helped me
off and had to hold me up, as my legs wanted to collapse under me from
being confined for so long.  Whoever it was helped me to a what felt like a
blanket somewhere on the floor. He released my head from the harness and my
hands from the collar. He left them cuffed behind me but at least they were
no longer pulled up behind me. I felt him relock my ankle cuffs
together. Before I fell asleep totally exhausted I couldn't help but wonder
how could this could have happened. Here I was bound on the floor, cum
dripping out of my ass, and yet my cock was hard. This was crazy.  Maybe I
would wake up tomorrow and find out it was all a dream.

    As I slowly came awake the first thing I became conscience of was that
my ass ached. Then all the horrors of the day before washed over my mind. I
had been kidnaped and abused by four college guys. I slowly opened my eyes
hoping in vain that maybe it had all just been a bad dream.  But, no it had
been real. I was laying on the floor in the same room where I had served as
a sex toy the night before. I tried in vain to pull my hands apart but they
were still firmly locked behind my back. My feet were still locked together
just as they had been when I fell asleep. I felt an ache in my balls from
the stretcher they had locked on them the night before. I wanted to scream
at the top of my lungs but the idea of bringing my tormenters from
yesterday down on me scared me into silence.

    As I laid there, trying to calm myself down, the events from yesterday
played themselves over in my head. Again, just as last night, my cock
responded to my thoughts. The more I thought about the abuse and
degradation the harder my cock got. As it got hard I felt the tug of the
ball stretcher holding my balls down in their sack. I really hoped it was
responsible for the way my cock was responding. I really couldn't
comprehend that I was actually getting off on what had happened to me. Yet
still I could ignore the fact that my cock was hard. The hardness of my own
cock reminded me of all the cocks I had serviced last night. They had all
gotten to cum and right now, that was what I realized I wanted to do more
than anything else. I felt the roughness of the blanket under me rubbing
against my hard cock. I started moving my hips to slide against it's
roughness. As I did my mind envisioned one of those cocks from the night
before filling my ass. I started slow, but as I got into it I began to move
my hips harder, humping myself against the blanket. I was getting close to
blowing my load when a foot connected with my ass knocking me onto my
side. Above me towered Duke, totally naked, his cock almost as hard as
mine. He reached down and delivered a hard slap to my cock making me yell
out in pain. Amazingly the pain did nothing to quell my erection. As Duke
slapped me, he said in a mad voice, "Just what the hell do you think you
are doing Derrick boy? Did I tell you that you could cum? That pathetic
little thing of yours doesn't matter, mine here is the only cock you need
to worry yourself about."

    As he finished speaking he dropped down and straddled my head. He
grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I
assume it was my own horniness, but having Duke's cock in my mouth was
heaven. As I sucked him I felt my own cock throbbing between my legs,
desperate to cum. But at that moment the only thing that mattered to me was
satisfying Duke's needs. Duke must have sensed my response as he said,
"Yesterday you hated this now suddenly you love it? Good boy, I just might
be able to make a nice little cock slave out of you after all."

    My thoughts swirled as I greedily sucked on Duke's cock. At that moment
all I wanted was just that, to serve his cock for the rest of my life. He
was right, yesterday I had hated it, fought him every minute, and now I was
so turned on I was going crazy and loving every minute of it.  Even having
my hands bound behind me felt right. That seemed to make me want to work
all that much harder to satisfy him with my mouth. When Duke finally
exploded in my mouth I felt totally overwhelmed with contentment. I didn't
even care anymore about my own desperate need to cum.

    Duke laid my head back down and stood up. His magnificent cock hanging
over my head. He walked off leaving me there wishing he would come back. I
wanted to yell out for him but he quickly returned. He knelt over me again
and pulled my head up. I opened my mouth expecting his cock again, but
instead he shoved a gag into my mouth. It felt like the same penis shaped
one from yesterday. Duke buckled it tightly behind my head and then
standing up he rolled me onto my side. He pulled my cuffed ankles up to my
bound wrists and hooked them together, binding me into a hog tied position
on my side. When he was done he stroked my cock several times. I felt it
throb in his hand, so desperate to cum. He kept it up until I was right at
the edge then quickly pulled his hand away. As he did he said, "No boy. You
may not cum and if I catch you trying to hump anything, ever again, I will
make you wish you had never been born. For now I want you to just lay
here. I still have to decide what to do with you. Who knows maybe it might
just be fun to keep you as my little toy for a while longer."

    With those words he walked off and the reality of my situation overcame
the hormones that had been dancing through my head. I had effectually been
kidnaped and sexually assaulted by these guys. I remembered the comments
from yesterday in the kitchen when they had first found out I wasn't the
person they had thought I was. They had basically said that they didn't see
how they could let me go. What the hell had I been thinking trying to get
my nuts off when I had no clue what was going to happen to me. The more I
thought about it the more panicked I started getting. I tried to pull
against my bindings. My thrashing attracted Duke's attention and he once
again came over to were I was bound. This time he had pants on but no
shirt. As I looked up at his muscular chest I felt the same feelings
resurface. God he was beautiful. I wanted him so badly. My cock, which had
lost it's erection with my panic, once again sprang to life as my thoughts
changed from fear to lust for Duke. This was crazy! The guy who had done
all this to me, was driving me nuts with lust. Duke held up the tazzer that
I remembered so well from the day before. "Do I need to remind you how bad
this hurts, or are you going to lay still like a good slave boy?" he asked.

    I nodded my head vigorously that I would hold still and stopped my
movement. I forced myself to settle down and just wait. The hardest thing I
was having to deal with though were my own conflicted thoughts. One minute
I was scared and the next turned on by the whole situation.  I wished so
much that my mouth was free and Duke would just let me talk to him. Maybe
if he realized how I was feeling he would feel better about just letting me
go. Who was I really going to tell after all? The police? Did I really
think they would believe me? No! Four college guys against one out of town
boy, who when questioned would be forced to admit he was gay. They would
probably laugh in my face, if they even bothered to listen. I realized at
that point that I had no intention of ever saying a word. All I had to do
was convince them of that. Next time my mouth was empty I would try again.

    Just as I had come to that realization Duke returned. This time Sam was
with him. While Sam held the tazzer Duke released my feet. He unlocked the
cuffs from one another but left the straps still firmly locked on each of
my ankles. He then helped me to my feet and made me stand at attention with
my feet spread. He then tied a cord to a ring on my ball stretcher. Walking
behind me I felt him pulling it through my wrist cuffs. He pulled until my
balls were yanked back toward my hands and I was forced to keep my wrists
tight against my ass to keep from pulling them off. I felt the cord sink
into my ass as he tied securely in place. Duke then took me by the shoulder
and led me into the kitchen. When we got there he indicated two bowls
sitting in the middle of the floor. One was full of water and the other
contained what looked liked raw eggs mixed with bread. Duke pushed me down
on the floor in front of them and said, "I know you must be hungry and
thirsty. Eat up as this is all I intend to give you for awhile."

    With that he removed the gag and pushed my head toward the dishes. I
wanted to yell out and try talking to them. Duke must have sensed this, as
he took the tazzer and held it right in front of my face. "If you open your
mouth to do anything except eat and drink I swear I will put the gag back
in and let you go hungry. I will also use this on parts of your body that
will make you wish you were dead. Now eat,' Duke ordered me.

    What choice did I have. Not only was I aware of just how hungry and
thirsty I was, but I didn't want to give him any excuse to use the tazzer
on me. So I lowered my head toward the bowls.  This required some
effort. As I lowered my head my hands moved up my back pulling painfully on
my balls. But I finally managed to get my head down and began eating. The
raw eggs and bread was gross, but as hungry as I was I finished every
bite. Then I turned my attention to the water bowl and lapped at it until I
was no longer thirsty. When I was done I leaned back up so I was sitting on
my knees. Duke washed my face clean and then reinserted the gag. He helped
me to my feet and led me to the bathroom. He held my cock over the toilet
while I peed and then asked me if I needed to take a shit. I nodded my head
no and he once again led me back into the main living room of the house. He
and Sam sat down on the couch and he made me kneel next to him on the
floor. Duke let the hand that had been on my shoulder drop down to my tits,
which he played with for a minute. My cock responded immediately to his
attention. Trust me he did not fail to notice. "Derrick, your cock keeps
telling me that you are enjoying yourself. Maybe you are just a natural
born slave," Duke said as he let his hand drop to my hard cock.

    He continued to stroke my cock with one hand while he played with my
tits with the other. He kept this up until I was so close to cumming I
could hardly stand it. But amazingly my mind remembered the comment he had
made earlier, I was not allowed to cum without his permission.  If my mouth
would have been un-gagged I would have been begging him to allow me to cum.
Finally he took his hands away and then gently stroked my head. "Derrick we
have some things to talk about. What are we going to do with you? If I let
you go and you report us we're fucked."

    I shook my head no, wishing so badly my mouth was empty. "No you won't
report us or no we wouldn't be screwed?' Duke asked.

    "Let me rephrase that. Are you trying to tell me that you aren't going
to tell anyone if we let you go?"

    I quickly shook my head yes. Duke looked at me seriously and replied,
"I think you really mean that. I think if we let you go that you really
wouldn't tell anyone. However, I'm sorry, I just can't take that
chance. You see, my dad is a judge and if he ever got wind that his son had
done something like this, my life would be over. Derrick, my life is more
important to me than yours is. I just can't take that chance. But, before I
make up my mind what I am going to do with you I am going to need some
questions answered. I'm going to remove the gag. You will answer only what
I ask. You will not add anything or leave anything out. If I think that you
are holding back or lying I will apply the tazzer and ask you again. If I
were you I would be totally honest. After all the rest of your life depends
on what you have to tell me. Do you understand me?"

    As he said, this all thoughts of them just letting me go left my
head. I needed to make this good. I frantically nodded my head yes. Duke
leaned over and removed the gag, reminding me to respond only to what he
asked, other than that I was to keep my mouth shut and listen. "All right
Derrick", he started, "Let's make the first one simple. Who knew you were
coming here?"

    "No one, Sir," I responded. Where had that come from? I was calling him
Sir. Somehow it just seemed natural. Despite all my fear just looking up at
him was still turning me on.

    "Very good slave," Duke replied. "By the way, you will keep calling me
Sir when ever you speak. Got that?"

    "Sir, yes Sir," was my reply. Despite the situation it seemed right, me
kneeling at his feet, naked and bound, calling him Sir and he calling me
slave.

    "Slave your drivers license says you are from Ohio what are you doing
in Texas?"

    "Sir, I just moved here, Sir. I was supposed to have started a job but
it fell through, Sir"

    "Slave do you have family here or in Ohio?"

   "Sir, I really don't have any family anywhere, Sir. Just an old aunt
that I really don't even know, Sir."

    "Slave, what about friends here boy, how many friends do you have?"

    "Sir, none Sir. I haven't had time to get to know anyone here, Sir. I
really didn't have anyone back in Ohio either, Sir. It's why I didn't mind
moving to Texas, Sir."

    "Slave I want the address of where you are living." As Duke asked this
last question my mind was really wondering what was going through his
head. I gave him the address of my little apartment and then he once again
placed the gag back in my mouth. "We are done for now slave.  I need to
think about a couple things."

    He helped me over to the side of the room and chained my ankles to a
hook set into the baseboard. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the
cheek then whispered in my ear, "Don't worry slave. It's going to be all
right. I think instead of getting rid of you I might just keep you and
train you to be a real slave. If I do, then you will be mine and I will
never let anything happen to you."

    With those parting words he was gone, leaving me alone. He had kissed
me so gently and spoken so lovingly, maybe it would all turn out ok after
all. I realized that somehow what I wanted most at that moment was to be
exactly what he had just said, his slave. I had read on the internet about
Master / slave relationships. Hell, I even had fantasized about it for
years. I had always been a loner and the idea of belonging to someone and
being loved by them had always turned me on. It was like clarity of mind
finally hit me. No wonder I was so turned on by this whole thing. I had
been imagining myself as a slave and that was exactly the way I had been
used in the past 24 hours. In retrospect what had happened to me was what I
had always wanted. As these thoughts went through my head my cock throbbed
hard at attention between my legs. God how I wanted to cum. Would I try and
find a way to make myself cum? Of course not! Master Duke had ordered me
not to cum without his permission and I would obey him as a slave should.
God how badly I wished I had his permission to cum!

    That was really the true beginning of my new life. All I wanted to do
was sit there on the floor and wait for my Master, Duke to return and pray
that he would decide to keep me as his slave.

    What finally happened when Duke returned? He informed me that he was
cleaning out my apartment, taking what money I had, and, let me continue
this by jumping ahead in my narrative to the present. It has been six
months since that day when I knocked unsuspectingly on Master Duke's
door. What is my new life like? It is wonderful!  Master Duke has made me
his slave. He has become my Master, what more could anyone want.

    The cuffs on my ankles and wrists have become a permanent part of my
life. Master Duke keeps me restrained almost all the time. In the six
months that I have been his slave my hands have only been released from
behind my back for very short periods and always under Master Duke's
supervision.  My feet are usually hobbled so I have learned to shuffle
around the house quite well. That of course is when he allows me to have
any freedom. Master Duke purchased a cage that he put in his bedroom and
when he doesn't need me that is were I spend my time. He keeps my ass
plugged unless he is fucking me or I am being allowed to take a shit. He
says that a boys most private area is his asshole and he wants me to always
know that he owns every part of me. In addition my ass is now for his
exclusive use, no one else is allowed anywhere near it. The plug helps make
sure no one violates this rule. My mouth on the other hand is fair game for
anyone that asks. Oh yes, they have to ask my Master, but he will always
say yes and then my mouth had better be instantly ready and willing. In
fact he likes to keeps a ring gag in my mouth all the time unless he is
allowing me the privilege of eating. As far as eating, what he feeds me has
changed very little since that first day. I get water, raw eggs, bread, and
dry dog food. Once a day I get a serving of fresh vegetables and a vitamin
tablet. Between this diet and the regular exercises Master Duke makes me
do, I am incredibly healthy and fit. I remember thinking before that I
could have been a male model. Now I could be a male underwear model. Master
Duke has honed my body into something he can be proud of.

    Speaking of being a underwear model. The fact that my cock is in a
constant state of arousal would sure make any pair of underwear look
great. In addition my balls are so full from not being allowed to cum that
I swear they had doubled in size. The fact that Master Duke's keeps a cock
and ball harness locked on them no doubts helps in this area. It has been
six months since I became Master Duke's slave. How many times has he
allowed me to cum? Six times. Only it was six times all in one session. He
had not allowed me to cum for the first four months and then forced six out
of me all in the same evening. By the fourth he was hurting me and by the
sixth I was praying I would never cum again. As he informed me his slave
should not enjoy getting to cum but actually dread it. Now it has been
another two months and I have no idea when he will let me cum. To be honest
after the last time I really am in no hurry. Master Duke has said if and
when he let's me, he wants to try for seven. I of course am not allowed to
even touch my cock, not that I can ever get my hands on it. And I never
attempt to rub myself off. A month into my slavery I tried that and got
caught. Master Duke beat my ass so bad that I wanted to die. He told me
that if he ever caught me trying it again my punishment would be even
worse. Because of this I have learned to sleep so my cock doesn't rub
against anything, that takes temptation away.  Although my tits have become
almost as bad. Master Duke loves to play with them and torture them. He
likes to keep them so sensitive from his abuse that the slightest friction
against them goes straight to my cock. Some days just the breeze across
them drives me crazy. He has made sure I know that if I cum from rubbing my
tits, I am in just as much trouble as if I had done it rubbing my cock.

    Now for the big question, am I happy? OF COURSE! I am the happiest
slave boy in the world.  I have the best Master in the world. Every day I
thank everything holy that I knocked on that door six months ago. The life
I was living was nothing but a shame. Now I am truly happy and fulfilled, I
am a slave. What more could anyone want?



(I think there could be more to write here, but I'm not sure. Any ideas,
comments, suggestions, or just a slave out there that wants me to turn them
into a Derrick for my pleasure let me know BNDMaster13@yahoo.com)