Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1999 04:58:39 PST
From: Vic Paine <vicpaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Charismatic 3 & 4

The Charismatic
Chapters 3 & 4

This story is fiction. Things which can happen in fiction are not always
possible or safe in real life. Please be safe. If you do not like reading
about male/male sex with authoritarian overtones please do not read on.


In chapters one and two Vic meets Frank, a man of charismatic character,
and Frank offers to help Vic discover his own deepest desires. Vic, agrees
to go with Frank and is spanked in his motel room and then told to wear a
butt plug for the next 24 hours. Vic agrees, and realises he has subjected
himself to Frank as his master. The story continues.

Chapter 3	The Office


	I left Frank's motel room that night in a whirl of emotion. I had
never had a day like it. I felt so complete and yet I knew that something
had happened of which I could never have dreamt. Frank had come into my
life and taken it over with his charismatic personality in a few swift
hours. My natural reserve and uncertainty told me that I must be mad, yet
somehow I had no doubts. Being sent away by Frank was my second test and I
intended to pass.


	He had filled me with a butt plug which was designed to press on my
prostate sending me into a state of permanent and total sexual
awareness. Having warned me that this was a reminder that I was his alone,
he gave me my clothes back and told me to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted
to be near him. I wanted to please him and subject myself to his wishes. To
be seen by and to fall into his deep black eyes and confident gaze. But
that was not how he wanted to play it. I had to prove myself to be totally
willing by going away and returning to him untouched, with this damn plug
still in place.


	I arrived at my flat after managing to get across town without
being arrested for public indecency. I was so turned on it seemed
impossible that I would ever sleep, but after laying in a slightly tented
bed for a while I drifted off. The sheer exhaustion of the day took over. I
drifted fitfully in and out of sleep, as images of Frank and all he might
do to me floated across my mind. All this just added to the discomfort
caused by a constant erection. By morning I was ready for a long cold
shower.


	I serious consider phoning in sick, but decided that this might
avoid the whole point of Frank's test. Then I realised that he was due to
come to the office for the second part of the meeting we had begun
yesterday. Oh no! I had completely forgotten this. It was bad enough to
have to go through the day plugged by him, but to have to face him in
public too. How should I react? What could I say to him that wouldsound
remotely normal.


	As these and many other thoughts went through my mind I ventured
out to work. The long jacket I wore covered my state of semi -erection. I
began the day with a meeting in accounts and was pleased that the senior
accounts clerk was a rather stern woman named Rene. Well, I suppose that's
only half the truth. She scared me witless! Enough to deal with any gay
man's erection. She went on endlessly about accounts procedures,
transaction protocols and petty cash. My god, she is boring! By the end of
al that I could undo my jacket!!


	Then came 10.30am. The time for the second meeting with Bill, Joe,
Bobby, and of course Frank. I We got together in the conference room. They
were all there when I eventually got away from the vampire Rene. I walked
in and they all greeted me casually. I looked around the room at each of
them. No-one took any real notice of me. Office graduate trainees don't
need much attention. Then I caught Frank's eye. He looked at me from those
dark eyes as everyone shuffled papers.


	"Thanks for joining with me last night", he said. I flinched. Then
I realised that his phrase was of course totally ambiguous. To the others
present, who knew we had gone for a drink after work it would seem quite
innocent. To me it had another meaning. "No problem" I squeaked. God I hate
it when my voice goes like that. I makes me seem like some stupid
teenager. By now, of course my jacket was firmly done up.


	The meeting continued without any further interaction between Frank
and me. He had prepared papers and figures based on the preliminary meeting
yesterday. I had no idea when he had done that. I didn't leave till
late. The business was done and the deal was finished. Everyone seemed
happy, except for me. I sat there almost breathless, watching each person
in the room, and especially Frank. He made no effort to notice me or to
ignore me. His self confident, and charismatic personality just dealt with
the meeting. He surely could not have known how his vice was gripping my
soul with his every word. Every time he spoke it was as though he touched
the plug within me. It did its task and made me hot and uncomfortable. I
would have stood up to get a drink of water or open a window, but the risk
of someone noticing my engorged state seemed too great.


	When everything was complete Frank stood up to leave. He said
goodbye to everyone, having that salesman's ability to use a different
phrase to each person.

	"Bye for now", "So long", "Good to do business with you". Then to
me he said "Hope to see you soon". There it was again. That ability to live
in two worlds. To appear totally natural to those around him and yet to
draw me in on a string into his world of mastery. I made no reply, but
swallowed hopelessly, trying to get my tongue away from the roof of my
mouth. Before I succeeded he was gone.


	By now I was frantic. I left immediately and headed for the men's
room. It was a bad move. I entered a cubicle and hung my jacket on the
door. I had just settled into a cubicle and decided that there was no way I
could survive the day without jerking off when Dave from sales came
in. Somehow he managed to brush past the door, and it was only then that I
realised that in my haste I had not locked it properly. Why don't people
ever do these small maintenance jobs? Damn that lock. If only someone had
fixed it so that it moved over properly I wouldn't be in this situation.


	There stood Dave looking down at my erection, as hard as I have
ever been, just leering at me. I never did like Dave. I had only met him a
couple of times and each time he had that patronising air towards me as a
junior member of the staff. I had logged him as someone to avoid, not to
encounter in these circumstance. What I hadn't realised was that he was in
fact some kind of office bully. He would make other staff members feel
uncomfortable at any opportunity and this was surely a prime chance I had
given him. He retreated for a moment and I breathed a sigh of relief. It
didn't last long. I heard him turn the lock on the outer door and we were
left alone and locked in.


	"What's all this then kiddo", he said. "Feeling randy are we?" I
said nothing. I just squirmed inside, as if my insides weren't messed up
enough. "I bet there are plenty of people in human resources who would like
to know that this is how you spend your lunch hour."


	He was threatening me. My future flashed before. The
humiliation. The ridicule. The sack.


	"Still. No need for anyone to know about this is there? I could do
with a little fun myself", he said. And with that he pulled out his own
cock. It was soft but already showing signs of growth. He had quite a
package. About 4" limp, and quite thick. Oh no, I thought. Now what do I
do. "I always thought you were a bit a wanker", he continued. "But wanking
won't save you now. If you want my silence you had better get that queer
boy mouth of yours working on me."


	I tried to think of a way out, but could come up with nothing. He
moved forward and pressed his cock towards my mouth. I turned my head away
and he put his hands either side and turned me back. It was hardly force,
as I was only too fascinated to see what was being presented. "No good
refusing kiddo", he said. "Its my cock or your job." Why did he have to
call me kiddo. "I am a man", I wanted to cry," not a kid." But nothing came
out. Reluctantly, I think, I opened my mouth and he put his cock in. As I
began to take it in he grew within me. Those 4" soft were nothing to what
was to come. Gradually his cock expanded until it was a hard 8" in my
mouth. I ran my tongue, almost involuntarily across the head and he moaned.


	"That's right" he said. "Keep me happy and you'll keep me silent."
I hated him. Yet I was unable to stop myself from wanting to go on, even
so. I ran my tongue over the slit. Round the head from front to
back. Gently under the rim. I took his cock and sucked on his cut head, and
I felt him begin to respond. Then I began to move my lips over his head
several times. I felt his grip on my head increase and he began to enter my
mouth deeper. Gradually he built up a rhythm as he moved himself in and out
of my mouth. I was hardly passive. I sucked and licked and as he went in
and out and I could feel him getting hotter and hotter. It didn't take
long. I don't know much about him but I would say he really got off on the
fact that he had me trapped and had me in his control. It wasn't long
before he was thrusting in and out like a man possessed. I felt him begin
to jerk and cum in my mouth.


	The first blast was hot, powerful and salty. It hit the back of my
throat and it was all that I could do not to gag. By the time the second
and third blast came I was able to swallow, but not fast enough His cum
dribbled from the side of my mouth. I wasn't aware of it at the time, but
it was to be noticed later in the day. I swallowed as fast as I could and
thought my ordeal was over. When he had finished he just did himself up and
moved backwards. While he washed himself I heard him say, "Maybe we should
meet again to consider whether I go to human resources - tomorrow
lunchtime."


	"But", I spluttered, "you said..." my voice trailed off.


	"See you kiddo. Nice cock by the way: for a young lad!" He was
gone. I was left feeling angry and humiliated. So much for getting some
relief. I was miserable and own as I pulled my trousers up and put my
jacket back on, washed and left. How could I face anyone that afternoon?
When Brad from advertising asked if I would mind running an errand across
town I jumped at the chance to get out. I took his packet and set off, not
knowing that that would be the last time I ever went to that office again.


	By the end of the afternoon I was in the area of the Frank's motel,
and instead of going home I just went round to his room and knocked on the
door. Whatever happened Frank must not know about my lunch time
humiliation.


Chapter 4 The training begins

	I knocked again when I got no reply. Perhaps he was not there. Then
I heard the lock and the door opened. "There you are. I have been expecting
you", he said. "Come in."


	I entered that room once again and felt some of the anxieties of
the day begin to fade. Why was it that just being in his presence made so
much difference. "Here", he said, "I was just getting a drink. Go into the
bathroom and take your clothes off so I can check that you have done as I
told you." Somehow it never occurred to me to question the request. I just
did as I was told. The fact that I could have turned and walked out, or
said I didn't want to proceed with this new and odd relationship was not
part of my thinking. I offered my consent by the simple and immediate
response. A few moment later I came back into the room and stood before
him, totally naked. My erection was back to its full strength, and stood
out from my body.


	He came across and moved behind me. Before I knew what was
happening he had tied my hands behind my back. "Wait here while I change",
he said. I did.


	A few minutes later he came back into the room. Again he was
wearing the same body harness as the night before and looked stunning. I
noticed he was holding my shirt in his hand. "What's this?" he asked. I was
uncertain what he meant. "My shirt" I said. "Yes," he said, "and this stain
on the front. It looks like cum to me. I told you that the plug in you was
to remind you that you were mine alone." I flushed red from top to
bottom. Frantically thinking of some excuse I stammered "Its,.... its.... I
don't know."


	"I think you do, my boy. I think you know very well. When I left
you in your office at lunch time you looked like a man possessed with
sexual need. Did you seek some relief, despite my order to save yourself
for me?" I didn't know what to do next. I felt I had betrayed him. How
would he react if he knew the truth? Would it be better to lie? I decided
to place myself in his mercy, and told him what had happened. I made it
clear I had no choice, it was not my fault, I had not intended to disobey
him. It all stumbled out. I had tears running down my cheeks.


	"But you went there to disobey me. You were going to jerk off. It
is no excuse that you ended up offering your mouth to Dave when it is meant
for me. You still stepped into that room with disobedience as your
motive. I will have to teach you more about what it means to be mine. As
for Dave you can leave him to me. I have a few contacts in this town. I
will ensure that he has some pay back for abusing my slave."


	"Now, first I will punish you for your disobedience, and then we
can continue with your training. By the end of this evening you will need
to make a decision. If you want to continue to be trained you will give up
you job here and come back with me to my town. There I will provide for
your daily needs and you will serve me in any way I choose. You will be
free to choose either way, but after tonight things can never be the same
as they are now."


	With that he took me to the bed and laid me across the end. I heard
him go the corner of the room and come back behind me. I thought he would
spank me with his hand like he had last night. Nothing could have prepared
me for what happened next.


	" I am going to give you six of the best for disobeying me. It will
be to remind you that when I tell you something you are to obey me without
hesitation and without any change to what I tell you. You will count each
of the blows and be grateful that I am giving them to you. Do you
understand?"


	"Yes" I said. I was still expecting his hand.


	When the first blow came it was from a small leather belt. It swung
through the air with ease and landed on my backside with a stinging
blow. The only warning I had was the sound of it moving through the
air. His hand would not have made that noise. But I had no time to
contemplate what I was hearing or adjust my expectations. It landed and I
yelled in pain. Unable to move, face down on the bed with my hands tied.


	"No count eh? Well we'd better say that was just a practice swing."
What: in the pain of the moment I had not spoken up and counted his first
blow. I had said nothing and now he says number one doesn't count! "One" I
mumbled.


	"Too late now" he said, and the belt came crashing down a second
time. I grunted and tears came to my eyes. "One"


	"If you want to be my slave you will have to learn to call me
sir. The only acceptable answer is 'one sir'". Oh, no. He was still at the
beginning of the count. Two stinging blows and I had got no-where. I
yearned to do better.


	I heard the belt coming again and this time Frank said, just to
make clear he had not moved on "One".


	 "One sir". I waited with baited breath. Surely he could not be
unhappy now. A short pause and then he spoke.


	"I told you to be grateful as well. You have disobeyed me and I am
having to punish you. You should be grateful that I take the trouble. I
could just send you away you know!"


	"Oh sir, please don't do that sir. I want to be with you. I do not
want to be rejected and sent away. I will try to do better, but I need to
learn."


	"You shall have your lessons in good time. Now - One".  "One sir,
thank you sir" The pain of this, my fourth was great. My butt was stinging
and I was feeling like the pain spread across the whole of my lower
body. And yet I still wanted this to happen. Why, I could not say.

	"At last you begin to learn - two" "Two sir, thank you sir" The
blow fell only on my right cheek.


	"Three" to the left cheek alone. "Three sir, thank you sir".


	The tears were now streaming down my face. I had never experienced
such pain. And yet I felt somehow whole. I felt the plug moving in me
touching my prostate as the blows landed. I felt my cock as hard as it had
been for the last few days underneath me rubbing against the bed.


	"Four" A blow across the upper edge of my thigh. "Four sir thank
you sir"


	"Five" At an angle across both buttocks. "Five sir thank you sir" I
fought to hold back my scream as this blow hit. I was still unable to move
my arms, so I felt completely open and unable to protect myself. I was in
his hands and he could do with me as he wished.


	"And finally six". A blow landed diagonally across the previous one
and I let out a final terrible scream and the pain seared. Having got that
out of me I was able to utter "six sir, thank you sir. enough please, sir".


	"Now," he said, "your punishment is done. I want to move on with
you. Stay laying where you are and I will remove my plug from you." His
hands moved across my buttocks and took hold of the disk at the head of the
plug. Gently but firmly he pulled and it was removed from my innards. I
felt a wave of relief, followed by a sudden desire to shit. I looked up at
him, but he already knew. I was lifted from my laying position and he told
me to go to the bathroom. There he untied my hands and left me to deal with
the immediate problem.


	Having emptied my bowel and cleaned myself up I returned.


	"We can now begin to agree how you will be trained. So far you have
experienced what it is like to be punished and you have responded well. You
will need to know that to be punished by me is not good for either of us,
yet if you disobey you will certainly be punished. However, if you submit
to my every will, and obey without demur you will not need to be
punished. I will train you to be my slave. You will give up your job here
in the city and move to my town with me. You will live in my house and stay
there while I go out to work. I will meet your every need, and take control
of your life. Is that what you want?"


	"Oh yes, sir. It is." The idea of letting go seemed so
attractive. No more Dave's to deal with. No more uncertainty about what to
do and how to do it. My master would take control, and I would simply do as
I am told, and please him. It was indeed my deepest desire, even though I
had never known it. When Frank had said he would help me find myself I was
uncertain, but now it seemed so very clear.


	"OK" he said. "Now it is time for you to begin to realise some of
my needs. Kneel on the floor." I knelt in front of him and he moved and
tied my hands once again. He then came back in front of my. He stood there
in his body harness, his huge cock swinging in front of my face. "Take it
in your mouth" he ordered. I did so gladly and sought to give to him as
much pleasure as possible.


	As I sucked him I wondered what it would be like to be his. He was
so firm and assured. I was in his sway and knew it. It put me completely at
rest within myself. I allowed my tongue to run over his head and to cover
it with my saliva. I sucked on it like a new born baby and felt him respond
to my work. He grew fully hard and filled my mouth. The taste of his
pre-cum was totally wonderful. A taste I have come to yearn over these last
two years.


	I continued to suck on him and he gradually entered further into my
mouth. I felt his head hit the back of my throat and then slide on and
in. It was a hard task to keep from gagging, but I quickly learned that
with a concerted effort I could will my throat to open and allow him in. He
seemed pleased with my efforts.


	My throat massaged his rod, its warm, silky smooth lining
enveloping him and massaging him. He moaned and I felt his rise to new
levels of excitement. I was just beginning to think I would swallow my
second load of cum in a day when he pulled out. I looked up at him,
disappointed. He led me to the bed and laid me across it once again. I was
in the same position as when he had belted me.


	I was unsure what I had done wrong. Why was he about to punish me
again. "Please sir, I was trying to satisfy you. What did I do that did not
please you? Why are you going to punish me?"


	But Frank had other ideas. Before I had finished pleading with him
he moved behind me and I felt something in my crack. His cock entered me in
a swift and long movement. There was no pain this time. It was though the
butt plug, small as it was, had had an effect on me. I opened up for him
and he entered me to the hilt. I felt his leather harness touch my sore ass
cheeks, before he pulled almost fully out and started again. He seemed to
be quite urgent, and I hoped that this was because he wanted me and that I
had indeed pleased him. As he thrust in and out I got higher and hotter and
was on the verge of my own orgasm. He gained speed and power until the
moment he spilled his seed deep into me with a force I shall always
remember. It was the first time he had fucked me and it had been a
memorable moment.


	The feeling of this powerful charismatic man taking me as his own
was now completed. Nothing he ever said or did would drive me away. He had
fully taken me and I was simply and overwhelmingly grateful. As he came in
me, I came onto the bed, my cum spilling and messing the blankets. It was
so intense I do not know how to begin to find the words to describe it. It
was that moment when from somewhere just below the gut a warm and intense
shockwave radiates outward into your ass, your stomach, your legs, your
chest, your head. Everything becomes totally focused on the one sensation
and it fills your whole being. I get hard just thinking about it.


	This was the moment I would live for from now. The moment when my
master had used me and taken me and I was allowed to give him his pleasure
and be freed to receive mine.


	When it was over I was told to clear up. He went to the bathroom
and then came back. "Its time for you to decide", he said.


	"Please sir," I said, "let me be yours and come away with
you. There is nothing in this city to compare with what you have to offer
me."


	He knew my answer before I gave it to him. He had spotted me in the
office and known what I needed. He had worked his charm and drawn me to
himself. And now I was his.


(These two chapters are the second instalment of this story. I will be
happy to receive any comments, including ideas as to how I might develop
it!! Contact me on vicpaine@hotmail.com)