Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 19:36:14 -0800 (PST)
From: amh <underdog4unnc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spike's Tail - Part One

xPrelude:

At some point he gave orders to have his new "boi" prepared for
scourging. One of the Master's slaves, who had been at parade rest,
snapped to attention and fetched a "cat" from it's place among the
Master's tools. The slave presented it to it's Master by kneeling
before him with the whip in his mouth. He then retrieved the Master's
black leather hood and lovingly fitted it to the Master's head and
laced it up the back.The Master stood with the cat in his hands and
addressed the new boi.

"You are to be whipped to learn what I expect of my slaves", he
stated, "you can scream all you want, but it will do you no good since
this chamber is totally sound proofed. I will punish your body for my
pleasure and to show you that it is no longer yours, but mine, to do
with as I please. Punishment is mine to give whenever I please and for
whatever reason I deem."

With that the Master walked slowly around the suspended youth,
inspecting him. He ran his hands over the boi's chest and down his
taught stomach to his crotch, where he fondled the cock and balls and
squeezed them tightly until the boi yelled out in extreme agony. He
proceeded to the side of the stretched youth and ran the tails across
the boi's back and over his buttocks. The Master then began the
whipping with a hard stroke to the ass.

Chapter One - The Beginning

i write this account as directed by my Master, Mr. MacToyle, so that
young men fantasizing of being owned as property have a reference of
one slave's journey from freedom to control.
i was 20 years old and a junior in college and at a complete loss as
to what i was going to do once I graduated. i had been aware of my
attraction to men for some time and had the normal bar experiences and
one night stands. However, i was never satisfied in any of these
encounters and was constantly looking for a man who would take control
of me and guide me to my true being. i had read gay novels dealing
with SM/BD, slavery, rough sex, bondage and the like. i had also
searched the internet, but was very leery of unknown men lurking in
chat rooms and advertising for slaves to train and control. i spent
most of my nights alone and dreaming of what i would ever do with
myself; feeling out of whack in a world of filled with people
following their "dreams".
i did make the acquaintance of an older gay on the internet one night.
He sounded like a very well versed man when it came to the "gay life",
and all the different avenues of sexual arousal and fulfillment. i
finally admitted to him my "fantasy", and rather than being put off by
the concept he seemed very knowledgeable. He told me that he was
actually a member of a leather club in the area and was well
acquainted with a Master who was looking for a new slave to train. He
told me that if i were really interested he would approach the Master
and present my situation to him. If the Master were interested i would
be contacted and told how to proceed.



While i waited for a response i continued to have my normal sexual
filled dreams at night as well as during the day. i could get nothing
done and fantasized of naked men being fucked and
used in every imaginable way. i stopped going to classes because my
mind just was not into it. If i did not hear from Master MacToyle i
did not know what i would do. i suppose that i would have to go on
searching, but the life that i had been living was a sham and i had to
fulfill my basic need for bdsm and slavery.

Finally, several weeks after my acquaintance had said that he would
contact his leatherman friend, i received an envelope in my mailbox
addressed only to "boi". There was no return address on the envelope
either, but i tore it open in anticipation.

The following is what it stated:

boi,
You have been recommended to me as a possibility that I might be
interested in as a new slave. This is a very serious matter and if you
are not totally serious, or have any misgivings return the yellow card
enclosed to
            SIR
           P.O.Box 69
           San Francisco, CA
           94105
If, however, you think that you may be acceptable and want to devote
yourself as a sex slave to a Leather Master then return the enclosed
black card and await further orders.

Without any hesitation i immediately stuck the black card in an
envelope and ran to the post office to make sure that i got it in for
the next mail pickup.

i hardly slept for the next couple of days. All that i could think of
was what kind of response that i might receive from my mailing the
black card. Finally, at the end of the week, i received the letter
that i had been restlessly waiting for. i tore it open with
anticipation and discovered a set of directions meticulously laid out.


Boi,

Before you are allowed to meet your new Master you are commanded to do
the following:

Tomorrow

    Shower well and deep clean My new asshole.
    Shave all of the pubic hair.
    Tie My cock and balls tightly with sisal twine.
    Dress in the tightest Levi's you can find ( these are
to be button fly, and no underwear).
    Wear no shirt or shoes.
    Take public transportation to the Loading Dock bar and
stand at attention facing the wall of the front of the
building promptly at 9PM.
    Speak to no one.
    When you feel my metal collar locked around your  neck,
immediately place your hands behind your back to be cuffed.
    Drop to your knees.

Your training will begin at that moment. Do not disappoint me!

i prepared myself as ordered. When i bound my shaved cock with the
twine it swelled to the largest that i had ever seen it. I literally
stuffed myself into an old pair of 28 waist Levi's that i still had
from high school. They fit so tightly that i could not get the top
button to hook, but my swollen cock and balls certainly were evident
as a swelling mound that appeared obscene.

The entire trip on the bus i was watched by everyone and felt like a
spectacle which i am sure was His purpose. i left the bus and quickly
walked to the Loading Dock, arriving at 8:45 PM. i faced the wall and
stood at attention as ordered. my ass had never been groped as much in
those 15 long minutes then at any time in my life. However, i gave no
response to all the crude remarks and ass squeezing.

The next thing that i remember was a collar being locked around my
neck. i immediately placed my hands behind my back to be cuffed and
dropped to my knees. A leash was attached to the collar and it was
yanked, pulling me around to face my captor. He was a young boy
dressed only in a collar and leather jock, another of the Master's
slaves as i was to learn. He ordered  me to follow his lead, on my
knees, as he entered the bar. All eyes were on us as i was walked to
the rear of the bar to the pool table.

i was lead up to the most incredible man that i had ever seen in my
life, both real or fantasy. He was about six feet two inches tall,
with a shaved head, and dressed in black chaps, codpiece, and vest. He
was standing at the bar and leaning back on it watching our procession
through the bar to Him. i was stopped at his feet, which were clad in
heavy black leather lineman's boots that laced to his knees.

"Lick my boots boi and don't stop until I order you to", he commanded.

i went to work on those boots like i had not eaten in days.

When he was satisfied he took the leash from his slave and dragged me
under the overhang of the bar in front of him. He unzipped his pants
and pulled out his massive cock, leaned back so that everyone watching
could see and then pulled my head toward him and shoved that cock down
my throat. i was kept down there servicing him for the remainder of
the evening. He continued to talk to his friends and admirers, ordered
drinks, and fucking my face. At several points he grabbed my head and
held it on his cock as he pissed down my throat, warning me not to
lose any of it. i drank his recycled beer for the rest of the evening
and had to just piss in my pants whenever i got too full.

He finally withdrew his cock and placed it back into his cod piece,
jerked me to my feet and led me through the crowd. i had been ordered
to walk with my head down, which i was thankful for so that i did not
have to see everyone staring at this Master and his wet panted slave.



i was blindfolded, gagged, and placed in the trunk of a car.  He
ripped the pants off of me and threw them aside saying "These won't be
needed anymore." He slammed the trunk closed and i remained in the
dark while he drove home.

Finally the car came to a stop and the trunk lid was opened and i was
hauled out of the trunk. He led me into the house and down some
stairs. i heard a door being opened and i was led through the door
which slammed shut behind us. i was pushed to my knees and felt a
chain being attached to the collar that was locked around my neck. i
was left in that position.

After what seemed hours i heard the door open and the heavy tread of
the Master's boots coming toward
Me. He grabbed my arms and unlocked the cufflinks that I had been
wearing since outside the bar. He pulled my arms behind my back. i
felt cold steel shackles being locked around each wrist and heard a
chain being attached. The next i knew i was being pulled to my feet as
the wrist shackles were mechanically drawn toward the ceiling.

i was drawn upward until my feet were barely touching the floor. At
this point He abruptly took off the blindfold. As my eyes adjusted to
the dim light I saw that  i was strung up in a dimly lit dungeon.
The lights slowly increased in intensity until i was able to see the
room clearly, and what i saw raised the hair on my neck.

There were hooks and chains, and other devices everywhere i looked. At
one side were a row of cells and in each was a naked youth either
shackled to the wall, bed frame, or ceiling. Each had a mouth harness
from which hung a dildo of some kind, making them appear to have huge
cocks hanging from what should have been their mouths.

Another naked slave, the one that had walked me into the bar, was
standing at attention near a control panel. The Master next attached
shackles to each ankle. Chains were strung from both and to pulleys in
the walls. With a hand signal the Master ordered the slave to activate
the pulleys which stretched my legs apart as far as seemed feasible. i
was hanging and stretched in the center of the room. The Master
withdrew to his chair in front of me.

The slave attendant was ordered to "begin the hole training". it went
to the first cell and unlocked the strung slave from the ceiling where
it hung watching. it dropped to it's knees and was led on a leash,
like a dog, out of the cell and to a place behind me. "Go boi",
commanded the Master and i felt the "dogboi's" dildo being pushed up
my ungreased asshole. i opened my mouth to scream but it was
immediately plugged with a gag. The "dog boi" fucked my ass with his
mouth dildo like a dog in heat. As it fucked my hole the slave
attendant released all of the slaves from their cells and they formed
a cue behind me waiting their turn. Each had a different size dildo
strapped to their mouths.

One after another the "dogs" fucked my hole with those dildos. Each
was wider and longer then the previous. i thought that it would never
end until i was finally mounted on the largest, longest dildo i could
ever imagine. It was mounted on the largest of the slaves and it
fucked be until i was swung into the air on the huge prod and held
their as i slowly slid down to the base, all 16" of it impaling me.
The naked attendant slave was ordered to begin cleaning my juices from
the floor. it licked around the base of the dildo, sucking  and
sticking it's tongue into my hole alongside the huge prod. As it was
withdrawn slowly from my ass i came to rest on it's mouth while it
sucked me clean.
"The slave has applied to enter the service of The Master, Who has
agreed to test this slave to see if it suits My purpose for its
service. To this end, the slave has given up all rights of person and
property to The Master. it has given up its name, its family, its
friends, its community, its property and belongings, and its entire
life to The Master. Even the slave's gender and species have been
stripped from it, never to be returned. Henceforward, it will be known
only as "the slave", although The Master may, at His option, assign a
slave name and/or number, to which the slave will always answer". It
was the Master reading from a large book held before Him by one of the
naked dogboys.

"Herewith are the Laws regarding the slave's submission in general:

A Law on the Detention and Incarceration of the slave:

The purpose of this Law is to establish the mandatory sentence of life
imprisonment for the Master's slave.
1. Upon being permanently remanded to the custody of The Master for
ownership, the slave property will be automatically sentenced to life
in it's Masters slave prison and dungeon.
2.   Upon acceptance, the slave shall be assigned a permanent cell or
cage, which shall be the           slave's natural and permanent home
until otherwise ordered.
3.   The slave, having been stripped of its clothing. What possessions
it had shall automatically revert to the ownership of The Master,
along with all of the slave's property and assets.
4.   The slave shall be permanently stripped of all rights,
privileges, and "human" attributes, including its name, gender, and
species. All future rights, privileges, and attributes, including its
name, shall be assigned by the slave to its new Owner."