Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 09:27:40 PST
From: Vic Paine <vicpaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Charismatic

The Charismatic
Chapters 5 & 6


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.

Vic has met Frank and has passed the tests he set to prove his willingness.
Now Vic has agreed to go with Frank to his home to be his slave. The story
continues.

Chapter 5	The arrival

	The next day Frank told me to stay in the motel room while he
sorted out some business. He left and went to my office where he explained
somehow that I was resigning with immediate effect. I never knew what he
said or how he persuaded them that it was OK to take his word for it. It
must be that he charmed them with his dark looks and natural charisma.


	He did some other business, including putting my landlord on hold
and telling him that I would not be using the flat for some time. He told
me later that he had kept it just in case I changed my mind at some early
date. He then returned. He said that we were now going to his home. I asked
him about getting some things from my flat, but he said there was nothing I
would need. Everything I needed from now on would be supplied by him. So I
left the city and everything I owned and went with him.


	Before we left the motel room he told me to take off the shorts I
was wearing. I wondered what he had in mind, but didn't dare ask. We got
into his jeep, which was parked up beside the motel room and not visible
from elsewhere. He settled into his seat and I into mine. It was then that
he spoke again.


	"You are naked so that anyone in a high vehicle can see that you
are available. As we drive you will keep you head in my lap. If I need
anything as we go I will let you know." So we set off, Frank driving and me
laying across the front of the jeep, head in his lap. After a while he
said, "Undo my zip."


	I did so and his cock fell out. "Take me in your mouth and keep me
there." I took his cock into my mouth as we turned onto the freeway. I
remember the journey well. There was a combination of feelings. First and
foremost the utter contentment of laying across Frank's lap with his semi
erect cock lying in my mouth. I was there for him and him alone. Secondly,
the uncertainty about what could be seen by who. I could hear each time we
passed a large truck. I knew that these drivers could, if they looked down
at the right moment, see that I was there sucking Frank. Occasionally I
would hear a horn go after we passed. I could only imaging the look on
their faces, ranging from lust to disgust. But soon I stopped caring.


	Each time a horn went I noticed Frank got a little harder. I was
sure that he got turned on by seeing my subjection and public humiliation.
He was showing off his new slave to any truck driver who cared to look and
didn't care what I thought about it. As he got harder he gradually filled
my mouth. "Time for some work now" he said. It was my cue that he wanted me
to move from passive to active. I sucked him and ran my tongue over his
head. The gentle vibration of the car did its work too and before long he
came in my mouth. I was about to adjust my position when he told me to stay
right where I was. I kept his now soft rod in my mouth and the whole
process started again. The trucks passing, the hooters going, the cock
lengthening and then a call to bring him off. By the time we reached his
home he had come three times and I was so turned on I couldn't bear the
aching in my own cock and balls.


	At one stage I moved my hand to touch my cock. "Oh no you don't",
he said. "That is for me and me alone. I'll tell you when to touch". With
that he slapped my hand away from myself and I was left aching and
yearning.


	Eventually we turned off the freeway, onto more minor roads, and
then onto a rough drive. I had totally lost my sense of direction by this
time. I did not have a clue where we were. He stopped the jeep and told me
to sit up. I looked around to see what I could take in. His house was a
quite large sized property at the end of a drive. As far as I could see it
was neither overlooked by any other property, nor was it visible from the
road. He could do anything he wished in the privacy of his own home and
garden and no-one else would know.


	"Get the bags from the trunk and come inside", he said. I did as I
was told. I carried his bag to the front door as he unlocked. We entered
and went into an open plan living room, quite large, with a range of rooms
off the one large central room, to the right and to the left. The back was
a large patio window leading out onto a paved area with seating. This side
was south facing and looked like a sun trap. There was kitchen bathroom and
guestroom on the right of the house. Guestroom. I hadn't thought of that
possibility! On the left was a Master bedroom and a room which was to be
mine.


	I was told to take Frank's things into the Master bedroom and take
a look around. His room was the largest in the house. It was beautifully
styled and had fitted cupboards all round. There was a large double bed and
a variety of hooks, fittings and mirrors around the room. As well as the
door to the living from there were two other doors: one direct into my room
and the other to a private bathroom. My room was much smaller and had very
little furniture. There was a bed, set very low to the ground. Apart from a
small book case and a chair there was nothing else. The bookcase had some
books on it but I didn't look at them in detail at this stage.


	I then looked at the other half of the house. The kitchen was
spacious and well equipped and the bathroom luxurious. The guest room was
certainly enough to make any guest feel completely at home and again
contained a king sized double bed.


	Having done my tour I returned to the lounge to find Frank. He told
me that I was to get him some coffee and make us both a snack. I would find
all I needed in the kitchen. Fortunately I am quite competent at cooking
and rustled up a decent snack at no notice. This seemed to please him. All
this of course was done without any clothing on at all. Frank was still in
his outside clothes and that was to be the pattern for normal daily
living. My nakedness was to show my position in the household. He would
wear whatever was appropriate, depending on whether he was going out to
work, or staying in, whether we had guests or not, and what activities he
had planned. I was always without clothes.


	When we came to eat I found that he sat at the dining table and
told me to sit on a small stool beside him. I could not eat in a normal way
from this position. I had to reach up to the table and take my food from
there. It again made the point that he was the Master and I the slave.
Although I had my own plate of food he would occasionally take a scrap from
his plate and pass it to me. He wanted to show me my place. My Master was
the source of my food from now on. When we had finished eating he told me
to clear up and said that he was going to get ready for my next lesson. The
very thought turned me on. Having been rock hard earlier I had subsided,
until he said that. Now as I cleared the dishes away anyone watching would
have thought that doing so was a turn on for me. I gradually became harder
as I did the work. But it was not washing dishes that turned me on. It was
the anticipation of waiting for my next lesson in submission. And I was not
wait long.


	When I had cleared away I went to find him and there he was in the
bedroom. This was where I would learn more about submission, where he would
train me to be his slave. I walked into the room and saw that he had opened
up one of the cupboards. It was full of equipment of all sorts. Items which
looked familiar: paddles, canes, whips, clips and leather goods. As well as
these there were items I did not recognise, some of which I found hard to
imagine what they were for. Ah, all in good time.


	"Stand in the middle of the room near those two marks in the
ground", he said. I looked for what he meant, and saw two small recesses
into the floor. Hardly visible unless they were pointed out. I stood
between them. "For your early lessons you will need to be restrained, but
as time goes on you will learn to take whatever I give without restraint.
First I am going to put onto you the only things you will wear while you
live here." He moved to the cupboard and came back with five items, each a
circle of leather. Each one was smooth and black with just three silver
fixings. Each had two small hinge like units and a ring. The first two were
placed on my wrists. Two were put round my ankles. The fifth was now
encircling my neck. Having put all five on he moved and fetched the most
vicious looking implement. I looked like a rivet fixer and I wondered what
on earth he was going to do with it. I need not have worried at this
stage. He used it to fix each of the hinge units into place. By locking or
riveting them he ensured that there was no way that the leather rings would
come off my body, without the leather itself being sliced.


	I stood there seeing myself in the mirror. Leather wrist bands and
anklets, leather collar. It was an amazing site. My cock get even harder.
He bent over to the small recesses in the floor and pulled the hooks
upward. The effect was amazing. Each recess revealed a small linked chain
which came up out of the floor. They were spring loaded, so that if they
were slack they returned into the floor. there was a small locking unit
beside the recess, so that when they were at a length Frank chose they
could be locked in place. He could therefore make me stand relaxed with my
legs together and chains loose on the floor, or he could stretch me wide,
and there was nothing I could do to change positions if he chose to do
that. Similar units were fixed to the ceiling.


	Today he chose to pull me to full extension. The locks in the floor
and ceiling were attached to wrists and ankle, and the spring load was
released, my legs were pushed apart by Frank and my arms stretched up and
out. I was fully stretched to an x shape and all four locks were snapped
closed. I was immobile.


	"Its time I showed you that you are truly mine," Frank said. "I am
going to start with some nipple training." With that he disappeared and
went to his cupboard. He came back and I saw that he had in his hand two
small clamps. They each had velvet covered teeth. They looked really
stiff. At the end of each one was a hook, which looked ominous and ready to
take whatever he put onto it. He looked at me with those dark eyes. I once
again fell into them and waited for his next move.


	He stood in front of me and said, "Any good slave will be able to
take a good session on the nipples. In order to do so I must first find out
how sensitive your nipples are already and then sensitise them so that they
are a source of immediate pleasure and pain to you."


	With that he moved forward and took my nipples in between his
fingers. First he took the left. He rolled it between his fingers and
twisted it very gently. That felt very good. Now my nipples are indeed
quite sensitive. I love to have them played with. I moaned out load. He
moved to the right and gave it the same treatment. Again I groaned in
pleasure. Then he began to tighten his grip as though to find out how much
I could take. He pinched first one side and then the other. Each time he
was harder and each time my nipples responded. But not just my nipples. It
was as though there was a direct link between them and my cock. As he
twisted and pinched so my cock jerked and bounced up and down. I laid my
head backwards and took in a deep breath. When he had squeezed them as hard
as possible I thought I could take no more. The pain was great, but it was
still having the same effect on my firm rod. Yet I was determined not to
cry out. I so wanted to please him and show him I was a slave worth having.


	Then, while my head was back and I was not looking he took one
clamp in each hand and without further warning attached them to each
nipple. As they closed a searing pain crossed my chest from each side and
met in the middle. I cried out in pain. The warm glow of pain spread across
the full area of my chest and I wondered how it could be that with such
pain flowing around my upper body, my lower body was still sending such
strong pleasure signals. My cock jumped around like it was doing a dance
and I thought I might cum there and then.


	He stood back and admired his work. "So" he said "how is that?"
The best I could do was to utter a low guttural groan.


	"That's about right then", he said, And without further comment he
left the room for a while. I was left hanging between ecstasy and agony,
wondering how I could feel so many emotions and still know I was in the
right place."


Chapter 6


	The constant pain of the nipple clips gradually waned as I became
used to their pressure. I must have hung there for about 30 minutes before
Frank returned.


	"How are they", he said. I didn't know how to answer. The pain was
still there yet it felt different. I may have grown used to it. It could
just be that the pain had numbed my senses. Either way it was more a warm
glow than a pain.  "OK, step two". He moved to the cupboard and came back
with two small weights. They were not unlike those used by fishermen, with
a drop shaped weight and a small loop in the end. He simply, without
further comment slipped one onto each of the two nipple clips, increasing
massively the weight they bore. They pulled downward on my nipples, taking
away every drop of the warm glow and replacing it once again with a searing
heat. Again I threw my head back and this time I screamed. A long loud
piercing scream. No-one could have heard. I was far from help, but it
seemed to help me to do it.


	"Nice." he said. And again he left me alone. I hung there in
absolute agony, strung out in an x shape, pain searing across my chest,
cock bouncing around like it was being played a tune, dripping pre cum onto
the floor. I was helpless and at the mercy of my Master. He knew it. I knew
it. We both wanted it. It was like a dream come true. But, damn it hurt!


	Franks next return was to prove no less painful. He came this time
and looked me over. First he walked around me. "Let's have another close
look" he said. Then he began to run his hand over me. It is strange what
effect having those nipple clamps on made to the rest of my body. Nothing
else had been touched. I was still a bit sore from the beating two days
ago, but apart from that my body was so far unused. Yet, as his hand roamed
over it I could feel it like I never felt anyone before. It was as though
an electric charge was passing from his hand into every place he touched. I
know now that this is the effect of the treatment he was giving me. By
stimulating one part of me to a great extreme the other nerves in the body
seem to brace themselves for a similar assault. When it comes only as a
touch, they feel it as more.


	He ran his hands over my back and buttocks. Down the back of my
legs. He moved the front and checked me out up to the middle of my thighs.
Just half way up. Isn't it agony when you feel someone's hand moving
towards your crotch region and it stops before getting close. The
disappointment is so hard.


	He next checked out my navel and abdomen and eventually moved
towards my chest. I dreaded what might happen next. "Please sir, no more
weights sir. They hurt so much."


	"What's the matter boy, don't you want to please me?" I was stunned
and hurt by the suggestion. He knew I did. Why should he accuse me of that.
"No, sir, I want to please you." I fell back into submission.


	Despite his question his next action was not what I had expected.
He removed the nipple clips. "Now let's see what they have done for your
sensitivity".


	The effect of removing them was wild. As I watched his hand take
them off I was sure that the pain was about to go away. In fact the swift
return of blood to the place where the clips had stood had another effect
entirely. It brought a pain more savage than anything so far. How could the
release of pressure be like this? Once again I cried out in pain and tears
filled my eyes. Frank stood and watched me writhe. He then lifted is hand
and wiped the tears from my cheeks. While I hung in the agony of the moment
I was treated to a tender touch which seemed to make it all worthwhile.


	As the pain of the moment subsided he bent forward towards me.
"Now, lets see how sensitive they have become." He leaned forward and
kissed one nipple and then the other. The sensation was totally out of this
world. As I looked down and saw his lips on me I knew I could take no
more. My whole body was overwhelmed with sensations beyond anything I had
ever enjoyed. My cock twitched and jerk, and I came.  Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Yes,
yes, yes, yes,................oh, no.


	I realised too late that as I came my juices flowed from me in
uncontrolled and violent blasts all over my Master's body. He did not at
first stop working on my chest. But after I subsided he stood up and moved
close to my face.


	"A properly trained slave does not come until he is told to, and
certainly does not soil his Master without permission. You have much to
learn my boy. You will be punished for that."


	"Yes sir, I am sorry sir". I looked at him pleadingly, hoping he
realised that all I wanted was to please him.


	He leaned over and released the chains holding my arms. "Clean me
up." I fell forward with the sudden release of the chains and it was all I
could do to hold my balance. When you have been in the restraint for so
long you learn to let it do the work, and not to try and hold yourself too
much. I managed to get a balance and then he moved towards me. "Lick it
off", he said. I strained because my feet were still restrained and well
apart. I began to lick my cum from his body. It seemed like it had gone
everywhere. It was the first time that I had tasted my own cum. It was not
the same as Frank's, but not that different.


	I licked his chest and his nipples. I licked his abdomen and round
his pubic hair where it had run. I cleaned every drop from between the
hairs and along his cock and over his balls. I bent forward and strained to
balance as I licked down his legs to catch every last drip and dribble.
Eventually he was clean again. I stood back up and he refixed me to the
chains from the ceiling. My arms were once again outstretched and my x
position resumed.


	"Yesterday in the motel room I thrashed you with a belt. Today, you
need to know that there is more pain to be had when you are punished. I
will have to use the cane on you. The belt is for pleasure and training.
The cane is for punishment."  I remained hanging from the ceiling in my x
position. I knew there was nothing I could do. "Please sir, punish me for
my failure so that we can go on together. I will take it, if only to please
you."


	"You may not find it as easy to take as you think." Frank
continued, "The cane hurts, as it is meant to." He moved to his cupboard
again and this time returned with a gag and a small label. The label was
hung to my collar. He showed it me first. It read "FOR DISOBEDIENCE". It
was strange. There was no-one there to see the label, yet wearing it added
to my humiliation. Then he put the gag over my mouth and moved around
behind me. I could see him out the corner of my eye, but could do nothing
about it. I sensed his arm raise up with the cane in hand. I heard the cane
swoosh through the air. I heard it land, but felt nothing.....for about one
half second. Then the pain hit me. It was deep and intense. It ripped
across my buttocks and seared through my whole body. I flailed and swung
but nothing changed the way it felt.


	He was in no rush to move to the second. I remembered yesterday and
wondered if I was supposed to thank him and count like then, but the gag
stopped me from speaking. I turned my head and looked towards him. "One
sir, thank you sir" I thought while looking at him and nodding gently.


	He seemed to know. Number two landed. Again the pain. I screamed
into the gag but nothing came out. I must please him and respond. It was as
much as I could do to turn my head. I could hardly see him through the mist
of my tears. "Two sir, thank you sir"


	The third blow seemed worse still. I almost passed out from the
pain. After a moment to recover I looked at him once more, and thought to
myself - "Three sir, thank you sir".


	He moved in front of me. "Good boy," he said. "I think you have
learned well. That look over your shoulder each time to thank me was a nice
touch." He knew. I always said he could see into my soul. "Now, I am going
to remove you gag and I want you to tell me what you have learned."


	He took the gag off, sat down and waited. "Sir, please sir I am so
sorry for cumming all over you. It was very wrong of me. Sir, it was only
because you are such a good and powerful Master that I did it. You turned
me on so much when you worked on my nipples. Thank you for that sir. Please
sir, forgive me. I am truly sorry from my heart, sir. I have learned that I
need more self control. I have also learned again what a great and
wonderful Master you are. Thank you sir."


	He seemed satisfied with that. He released me from my restraints ad
told me to go to my room. Tonight I would sleep there. That would not
always be the case. But I will have to tell you about that in the next
chapters.


I will be happy to receive any comments, including ideas as to how I might
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