Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2009 09:23:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jake Ward <nakedrabbit819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex Toy Enslavement Part 1

Disclaimer: The following is an original work of fiction that contains
graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males.
All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should
be to read this.  If you aren't, or if such material is offensive to you or
illegal to read where you are, then stop reading now.
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	This story is fiction...........I think.

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	Matt Forest was beginning to feel the burn.  He'd been running for
about an hour, but he'd been pushing himself a little harder than usual
because he wanted to finish early.  He could feel the sweat running down
the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades, down the small of his
back, slightly lubricating his ass checks as it continued down his crack
and legs.  He'd just come around the corner of the park when he noticed his
unofficial fan club.  There they were, about five women standing on the
upper plaza of one of the major downtown buildings.  Evidently it was a
cigarette break.  Each of the ladies was holding a cigarette, which
qualified them for this break, but none of them were smoking, at least not
cigarettes.  However, their eyes were smoldering as they watched Matt run
from the park across the plaza, to the next intersection.

	Matt smiled and blushed a little as he looked down and away.  He
knew why they were looking, he looked good.  Or at least he looked a lot
better than he had eight months ago when he started this regimen of
two-a-days, working out at the gym first thing in the morning, then hitting
the streets for a run during the lunch hour.  He'd always been nice
looking, but a little beefy.  About a year ago he'd decided this was the
time, now or never.  He went on a strict diet and began exercising in
earnest.

	Apparently, he was succeeding and not just in the eyes of the women
in the plaza.  Just the other day a man had stopped him during his run and
asked him if he was a model or had ever done any modeling.  Matt was
flattered and a little shocked, no one had ever approached him like that
before, and it had been kind of exciting.  Anyway, the man had given Matt
his card and told him to call him if he ever wanted to make some extra
money, he would be glad to represent him.

	Matt was flattered, but he knew he would never make the call for
the same reason he was blushing as he ran across the plaza in front of the
women starring at him.  Matt was actually a very shy, private person.  He
always had been.  Making this decision to get in really good shape had been
mostly for him and to boost his confidence as he tried to meet people.
Well the people were beginning to notice, but Matt didn't feel that much
more confident, at least not yet, he hoped it would still come.

	All this was going through Matt's mind as he took his shortcut
through an alley to the next leg of his run.  He had just made his turn
into the alley when he noticed a big limousine blocking the alley about
thirty yards ahead.  He was thinking about how he was going to get around
the limo when the back door opened and the modeling agent got out of the
car.  Well this was definitely the wrong way to approach Matt.  Stopping
him once on the street was one thing, but this was like stalking, and Matt
didn't really appreciate it.

	He was just about to work his way around the limo when the guy
said, "Hey Matt, how"s the run today?  I know this is a bit inconvenient,
but I have my boss with me today, and he wanted to say hello and encourage
you to call.  Could you just take a minute and say hello?"

	By the time the guy finished this little speech Matt had already
started running in place.  Matt was annoyed, but he was also somewhat
flattered, so he thought what the hell, I'll say hi to this guy and be on
my way.  So Matt moved over to the open door to stick his head in and say
"hi," and tell him politely that he really wasn't interested in a modeling
career.  But as Matt leaned his head into the car he felt something cold
and hard as steel pressing against the side of his torso.  The change of
events took him completely by surprise and he became flustered, saying
only, "hey, what the?"

	The man holding the gun in Matt's side spoke in a voice as cold and
hard as the steel he felt pressed against him, telling Matt to get into the
car, and without waiting for a response on his part began to push him
firmly onto the floor of the car.  With the gun still in place Matt felt
his right wrist being pulled high up behind his back, pinning him to the
floor.  he felt and heard a metal click around his wrist, and was trying to
get some leverage to resist when he felt his other wrist being pulled
savagely into place, and heard another clicking sound.  Just as Matt began
to protest the man backhanded Matt, driving him even further against the
floor of the limo.  That quickly, his world had changed.  In less than ten
seconds Matt had gone from standing at the door of the limo to being
handcuffed and lying on its floor.

	Before Matt had any time to really protest he felt himself being
lifted up by strong hands grasping under his shoulders.  He was on his
knees, facing the back seat of the limo where a distinguished looking man
of about forty-five sat calmly looking at him.  The other man was now on
the long side seat behind Matt with the gun still pressed against his back.
As Matt opened his mouth to protest what was happening to him the man
seated before him struck him hard across his face with the back of his
hand.  The force of the blow drove Matt off balance, and he fell to the
side, so the other man pulled Matt up again so he was once again facing the
man on the back seat.

	That was when Matt heard the seated man speak for the first time.
"I'm sure your confused and have a lot of questions about what is happening
to you right now, but listen to me for a moment.  Your world has just
changed and changed dramatically, and your survival in this new world
depends on how well you follow the instructions I give you right now.  The
first reality of your new world is that you don?t speak unless you have
permission.  If you break that rule the consequences will be swift and
painful.  Also, when you speak you will always refer to me as 'Sir,' do you
understand what I've just told you?"

	Matt was unsure of himself and this "new reality."  He felt the car
moving, but there were curtains over most of the windows so he couldn?t see
where they were going.  As the shock of what was happening began to where
off, the anger about what was going on began to kick in.  Before he
realized it, he shouted, "Look, I don't know who you think you are?"

	That was all he got out before the man struck him again, viciously
with the back of his hand, across Matt's face causing him to fall to the
side again, and again Matt was put back into position only to be hit hard
in the gut.  He doubled over bringing himself even closer to the man in the
back seat, and the man struck him again on the other side of his face.
Then the man grabbed Matt's running shirt with both hands and pulled him up
so there were eye to eye.

	"You sounded brighter when Mr. Watts told me about you, but I can
see you're a little slow on the uptake.  Mr. Watts, the collar if you
please."  And as the man held Matt in place he could feel the man called
Watts putting a kind of metal and leather strap around his neck.  Matt
heard it snap into place, and was surprised by the sound of finality about
it.

	"Now listen carefully to me boy, because I truly hate to have to
repeat myself.  The world you knew is passing by the windows of this car.
The world you are entering is mine, and I can assure you I'm in complete
control of my world.  Now if you want to continue to exist in any world,
you had better start paying attention to me.  You speak only with
permission, and only about what I'm asking you.  Do you understand me boy?
Think real hard before you answer boy, it could be the last answer you ever
give."

	"Mr. Watts, demonstration please!"

	Then Matt felt like a ring of fire had encircled his neck.  He
started screaming as the pain was immediate and intense.  He struggled,
trying to get his cuffed hands to his neck to get the collar off.  He moved
from one knee to the other, trying to find a position in which the fire
would stop, screaming all the while, but nothing seemed to help.  Then it
stopped as quickly as it began.  Matt was breathing harder than he had been
when he was running, and new sweat was running down his back.

	As the fire around his neck subsided, Mr. Watts repositioned Matt
so he was once again facing his nemesis.  The man looked at him with an
intense coldness.  Matt had never experienced eyes on him like that.  He
was shaken to his core.

	The man grasped Matt's shirt again in his fist and pulled Matt to
where their faces were only inches apart.  "Well boy, I'm waiting patiently
for an answer, but I'm not use to having to wait.  Do we need another
demonstration boy, or do you understand what I'm telling you?"

	Matt was quickly realizing that he was in a desperate situation and
his life seemed to hinge on keeping this guy happy.  So until he saw an
opportunity to escape he was going to do what this man said.  He looked
into the man's eyes and very slowly said, "Yes Sir"....I understand."

	The man seated in the back seat let out a sinister laugh as he
released Matt, and said, "If there?s one thing I'm absolutely certain of
Matt Forrest, only child of Stewart and Martha Forrest, both deceased,
currently residing in a small apartment on 81st St. because of the
miserable pay you get from a dead end job at Super Mart, it's that you
don?t have any understanding at all about what's happening to you, but at
least you're trying to please me, and that's a move in the right
direction."

	Matt looked up into the man's face again, startled by the use of
his name and the other personal information.  How did this guy know so much
about him?  His head was filled with questions, none of which he could
voice at this time because he didn't want this maniac to hit him again, or
worse, turn on that ring of fire around his neck.  The man could see the
confusion on Matt's face and chuckled again.

	"Do you actually think we would be at this point, in this place,
without me knowing everything I needed to know about you?  What do you take
me for, a fool?"

	Matt doubted that he was supposed to answer that question, so he
just kept silent as the man continued to stare at him.  Then the man
startled Matt by saying abruptly, "Mr. Watts, clothes!"

	The next sensation Matt had was of his clothes being cut off his
body.  First his shirt was simply torn off, then his running shorts were
cut off with a knife that Matt was particularly uncomfortable with in those
regions.  It seemed Mr. Watts sensed his discomfort and slowly let the
blade of the knife slip upward between Matt's ass cheeks, coming finally to
the jock strap he was wearing.  Like that it was gone, along with his socks
and shoes.  Matt was completely naked, on his knees, with his hands cuffed
behind his back before this mad man, and was angry with himself for
blushing because of his shyness.

	The man in the seat smiled and leaned back.  "Now," he said, "let's
get a little better acquainted.  My name is irrelevant for you because you
would no more refer to me by name than you would try to fly.  You will
always refer to me as 'Sir,' or 'Master.'  That may sound strange to you,
but that's the reality you're living in.  You are my slave in every sense
of the word that you can imagine, and I can assure you that you can't even
begin to imagine the degree of control I'm talking about.  I will do
anything and everything I desire to do to you, and if you're not completely
clear about the extent to which I mean that, please notice that you are
naked, on your knees, and bound before me.  When I say I will do anything I
want with you, I mean just that."

	Matt's mind was racing, this was madness.  Things like this simply
didn't happen in the world today, slavery, no, it was impossible.  When he
realized that this man intended to use him for sexual purposes he blurted
out without thinking, "but I'm not gay!"  Then he screamed as his neck
caught on fire again.  And again, he contorted his body, trying to get at
that collar, but of course, that was impossible.  It continued to burn for
a moment longer, then again, as before, it stopped.  He could feel his
heart racing as he tried to get his breathing under control.

	Matt was physically exhausted and emotionally terrified.  He was
now lying on his side on the floor of the limo, breathing fast and
beginning to cry a little from the pain.  Once again, hands grabbed him
from behind and set him back on his knees before his nightmare.

	"I don't want to have to keep repeating myself to you, so I'm going
to say this as clearly and as slowly as I can.  If you speak again without
permission Mr. Watts is going to cut off one of your little toes.  Please
believe me, I don't like damaging the goods that way, but I will not suffer
this kind of disobedience any further.  Hear me boy, you are not to speak
without permission.  Mr. Watts!"

	With that, Matt could feel the blade of a knife rest against the
underside of his little toe, pressing it slightly until it was firmly
against the floor of the limo.  Matt stayed as still as he could, not
wanting to put any pressure against the blade, and now Matt was certain of
one thing, if he spoke again without permission this madman would do
exactly what he threatened.  Matt decided he had to get control of himself
and fast, or he might not make it out of this car alive.

	"Now if you finally understand what I'm telling you, I want you to
nod your assent.  Don't speak a word!  Simply nod, or we'll begin
eliminating body parts."  Matt looked at the man, continued trying to get
his breathing and his emotions under control, and nodded his understanding.

	"Good," said the man, "now we'll try this again.  First, I couldn't
care less about your sexual orientation.  You may very well never have sex
again, at least not in the way you've thought of it.  That doesn't mean
others won't use you for their sexual pleasure, but I can assure you, the
act will be decidedly one sided in its appeal."  With that Matt's mind
simply let go a little bit, he didn't even want to imagine what this man
might be talking about, so he just starred in disbelief.

	As the man saw his words sinking in and having an affect, he
chuckled again, and Matt realized for the first time that this man's
laughter was probably often accompanied by the pain of others, so for now,
he kept quiet and tried to conserve his energy.

	The man saw a shift in Matt's demeanor and stopped chuckling at
once.  He could see the strength in Matt's eyes and he relished it.
Without that strength Matt would simply not interest this man, for he knew
better than most, it was in the breaking of the spirit where the real fun
lay.  This boy might prove very interesting and a lot of fun after all.
Mr. Watt's had been enthusiastic, maybe it was warranted.

	Now the man sat up again and looked straight into Matt's eyes.
"Okay boy, respond to my questions but remember to begin and end each
statement with 'Sir.'  I'm not going to explain that any further because
you've already had your extra chance."

	"How tall are you boy?"

	Matt looked at him, but only for a second and spoke up, "Sir, 6'2",
Sir."

	"Good boy, maybe there's hope for you yet.  Weight?"

	"Sir, 195 pounds, Sir."

	"Waist size?"

	"Sir, 32", Sir."

	"Chest size?"

	"Sir, 46", Sir"

	"With the blue eyes and blond hair you make a nice Nordic package,"
said the man.  With that he reached down and took Matt's ball sac into his
hand.  Matt froze.  Never in his life had anyone else touched him there,
except for a couple of girl friends, and they had had his enthusiastic
permission.  But this!  Matt actually coughed to catch the words that were
coming out of his mouth.  He could feel the knife, but this guy's hands!
He was rubbing Matt's balls together like dice in his hands.  Matt just
looked straight ahead and kept his mouth clamped shut.  He really didn't
trust himself right now, and he couldn't afford to make another mistake.

	The man could see Matt's discomfort, and relished it.  He took his
time, in fact, he decided to hold on to them a little longer and begin some
of the training.  'Tell me boy, what do I have in my hand?"

	Almost choking, Matt said, "Sir, my balls, Sir."

	The man's hand froze and his face turned to granite as he looked
into Matt's eyes.  Matt froze too, what had he done wrong, what had caused
the scowl on the man's face?  Matt could tell the man wasn't happy, but had
no idea why or what he could do about it.  He began to panic.

	"Now listen very carefully boy, because a lot rides on your next
few words.  I've tried to patiently explain to you your current situation,
but I'll try one final time.  You are my slave, boy.  I own everything
about you, you own nothing, you have nothing.  You are naked now because I
haven't seen fit to put clothes on you, but when I do, they will belong to
me as well.  Everything about your person or on your person belongs to me
now.  So I'm going to ask you one more time, and think hard smart boy
before you answer.  What do I have in my hand right now?"

	Matt's mind was racing, he knew this was a turning point for him
and his very life might depend on his answer.  What did this guy mean, what
did he want him to say?  Then the man saw awareness come into Matt's eyes.
Matt looked at the man and said very carefully, "Sir, you have your balls
in your hand, Sir."

	The man smiled and began to rub what used to be Matt's balls again,
and Matt began to breathe again.  "Good boy," said the man, "now tell me
this, and think hard about it boy, what can I do with my balls?"

	Matt looked into the man's eyes, knowing he was having to go
further into this madness than he had wanted before trying to get out, but
also knowing he had no choice, as he said, almost choking on the words,
"Sir, they're your balls, you can do anything you want with them. Sir."

	Now the man seemed genuinely pleased and his face even seemed to
relax a little, but the change was fleeting.  As his face hardened again,
Matt could feel the man's hand closing on his balls like a vice.  The pain
was unimaginable.  Matt thought his neck had hurt, but this, it was
horrific, and Matt steeled himself so as not to say anything.  However, a
groaning began to come involuntarily out of his throat as he also began to
double over in agony, instinctively trying with his body movement to get
his balls out of this sadist's hand, but it didn't work.  The man held
Matt's balls firmly and pulled them even closer to him as he continued to
apply pressure.  Matt felt as if he was going to pass out from the pain as
it seared its way through his gut.  All he could do was groan and pray for
this man to decide he was satisfied with the pain he had inflicted.

	For his part, the man listened to the groaning as if it were music.
He loved the sound of the pain he caused and was pleased that Matt was
being careful not to actually "say" anything.  He squeezed a little harder
and heard the low guttural sound take on more urgency in a higher pitch.
He was well pleased so far.  This boy could be worth a fortune to him.

	The man slowly released the pressure on Matt's balls.  Matt felt
himself coming back from somewhere, a place where pain enveloped you and
caressed you, a place he was afraid he would come to know well.

	"So, let's continue," said the man, "I can see your uncut, at least
we can thank your dead parents for that.  How big are you erect boy?"

	Matt looked at him in surprise.  Oh God, thought Matt.  Then he
stuttered, "Sir, I'm sorry Sir, but I don't know, I've never measured
myself Sir.  I'm sorry Sir, I'm very sorry Sir."  Matt said all this with a
pleading in his voice, he didn't know what this crazy person would do
because of his ignorance.

	"You don't know how big you are erect boy?  I've never heard of
anything like it.  Your 26 years old and you've never measured yourself
before," the man said incredulously.  Mr. Watts can you imagine such a
thing?"

	"No Doctor, I can't," said Mr. Watts.  "Never heard of such a
thing, but I'll be glad to make him hard and measure him for you if you
want that information right now, Sir."

	"No," said the man as he again chuckled to himself, knowing this
boy was telling the truth and amazed to find someone this good looking who
had never preened or measured or probably even played with himself in front
of a mirror.  This was really too delicious thought the man.

	"Judging from what I can see," said the man as he played a little
with Matt's dick, "I estimate he'll be a respectable 8 or 9 inches, maybe
more.  Besides, most of our customers really aren't that interested in that
particular feature, but then some....."

	Matt found himself thinking about what he had just heard,
"customers."  What was happening to him?  What was going on?  What hell and
he been transported to?

	Matt's reverie was cut short as he heard the man's next words.
"Okay boy, that's enough information for now.  I know this has been hard on
you, and it's about to get much worse, but nothing can be done about that,
obligations being what they are.  "Mr. Watts, there's the little matter of
your bonus."

	"Yes Sir," said Watts, "there is indeed."

	"Well get him ready," said the man.

	And with no more preparation than that, Matt felt himself being
turned around and pushed face down on the floor of the limo.  A noose
attached to the floor was put around his neck and secured.  A similar noose
secured his feet to the floor.  He was stretched out flat on his stomach on
the floor of this limo, and he was as helpless as a new born baby.  That's
when he heard the deep tones of the man's voice again.

	"Now boy, Mr. Watts always gets first privileges because he finds
my boys, and he does a very good job, so I like keeping him happy."  Matt
could barely make out what looked like Mr. Watts undoing his pants, taking
them off and folding them neatly on the side seat.  "And you need to know
that Mr. Watts is not to gentle, put plainly, he likes it rough and since
this is Mr. Watts' bonus, that's the way he's going to get it."  Matt felt
the weight of Mr. Watts as he began to mount his backside.  "And one of the
things Mr. Watts really likes is hearing the results of his endeavors on
the boys fortunate enough to find themselves with him.  So boy, for the
duration of Mr. Watts' bonus, you have permission to speak freely.  Say
anything you like.  Plead, beg, cry out, whatever, but I should warn you,
it will only be music to Mr. Watts' ears.

	With that Matt felt Watts' hand come down between his butt cheeks.
He had some kind of lubricant on his fingers because Matt could feel it
being rubbed over his asshole.  "That's not for you boy, it's for my
pleasure.  I want to be able to slip in and out smoothly while I enjoy your
beautiful ass," Watts said laughingly.

	Matt then felt something that he thought only doctors did to a man,
and then, only reluctantly.  He felt a moist finger, then another, move
into and out of his asshole.  Then Watts actually moved his fingers in a
circular motion, stretching Matt's asshole further then he'd known was
possible.  Matt began to scream, begging Watts to take his fingers out.

	"Now boy, this here is one of your fuck holes," said Watts, "and I
don't mind saying, it's a nice tight one Doctor.  One might even surmise a
'cherry' one.  Doctor, I think we may have ourselves a genuine virgin here.
What you say boy, you ever been fucked before."

	Matt continued screaming, "Please....please....don't do
this....please....I have some money....please don't," he begged.

	"Really Mr. Watts, a 'cherry,'" the man said chuckling, "well this
IS bonus isn't it."

	"Please," Matt continued screaming, "please....I can get you
whatever you want."

      Then Matt heard Mr. Watts laughingly say, "Well boy, I appreciate the
offer, but I've already got what I want," and Watts proceeded to press his
engorged cock against the sweet "cherry" door.

      "NO!!...NO!!..., "cried Matt, as he felt the head of Watts' dick
begin to open his ass.  Then Matt's words became somewhat unintelligible as
he continued to beg for mercy from a man who had never understood the
concept.  "No...PLEASE."

      Then Matt jerked his head up suddenly against the noose as he felt
and heard the "CRACK" of a slap by Watts" hand on Matt's ass cheek.  The
pain almost distracted him from the pain he was beginning to experience in
his asshole.  He had never felt anything like it.  It was like he was being
torn apart from the inside.  He could feel a massive object entering
him...trying to become a part of him in an unnatural way.  He continued to
scream and Watts continued to slap his ass and back with the flat of his
hand.

      "I actually prefer a nice rosy red ass before I start, but we can
make do under the present circumstances, hey my little fag boy, parading
this nice ass out in public and not expecting someone to grab it is just
plain stupid if you ask me," Watts said as he continued to slap Matt's ass
and back viciously.  The pain from that alone would have brought tears to
Matt's eyes, but it was peripheral to the pain he was experiencing in his
asshole.

      "NO!!!....screamed Matt, "PLEASE!!!
DON"T!!...PLEASE!!...STOP!!...PLEASE!!....I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING." He was
really crying now.  Matt had entered Hell.  He knew it now with absolute
certainty as he felt this thing, this huge, hardened thing, continue to
slide in and out of his ass.  He had never felt anything like it. Never
imagined anything like it as he continued to scream and Watts continued to
slap him, and fuck him, and then Matt felt Watts' full weight on him.
Watts was in...all the way in, and his mouth was just next to Matt's right
ear.

      "Okay sweet boy, who's too good to call me about work.  Here's your
job boy, you're gonna be my cum dump. It's not a very difficult job and I
think you'll excel at it just by lying here.  I?' gonna fill your ass with
cum, and guess what sweet boy, I can stay hard and stay inside you and cum
several times.  So the only relief you'll feel is me pulling my dick out,
but then I'll be cramming it right back in again for some more
pleasure. It's your own fault boy, for having such a great feeling, tight
asshole.  What do you say boy, ready to go where only real men have gone
before, and with that Watts let out a yelp and began to fuck Matt's virgin
ass in earnest.

      Matt thought it had been bad a moment ago, it was nothing compared to
now as Watts began to get his stride.  His thrusts were hard and furious as
Watts enjoyed the wonderful and unique feeling of his raging cock slipping
in and out of that wonderfully tight, moist asshole.  Watts would bring his
dick almost completely out, actually seeing the base of his mushroomed
shape head, then he would ram his dick all the way back in, pressing his
balls into the warmth of that soft ass.  Each thrust brought new screams
from this prize, virgin ass.  It all excited Mr. Watts even more, if that
were possible.  God this ass felt good, so tight, so warm.  Mr. Watts had
been anticipating this and was ready in several ways.  He knew he would cum
fairly soon, but he also knew that he would stay inside this sweet boy's
asshole and ride him several more times.  The Doc was really good about
this, even enjoyed the spectacle, so Watts knew he could take his time and
enjoy himself, and that seemed only right.  Someone should be enjoying
himself in this situation, and by the sounds of it, it certainly wasn't
this boy, Watts thought, as he chuckled to himself, enjoying every moment
of this.

      Just as he thought would be the case, Watts began to cum in a few
more minutes, and felt the pleasure of this sweet boy's ass as rope after
rope of his cum began to shoot deep inside it.  He rested for a minute
lying on Matt's sweating back, whispering "sweet nothings" into his ear as
the boy continued to cry and beg.  Mr. Watts would cum two more times to
the sound of Matt's crying and pleas for mercy.  But there was no mercy in
Hell, and as Matt continued to beg for it he felt his ass being torn open
by this sadist, and the car continued to journey into regions of Hell Matt
had never imagined, but they were there.  He knew that now because he was
exploring them.  Soon Matt would find out just how large and how deep, Hell
could be.

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This is my first attempt and I'm anxious to know what you think.  Hope to
hear your likes, dislikes, thoughts or suggestions for future chapters.
Only have the next three written and lots of room for suggestions.  Also
love to hear from any nice looking submissives looking for a Master.
nakedrabbit819@yahoo.com