Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2009 13:40:44 +0200
From: Slave 723-121-836 slaaf <slave723-121-836@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Iron Gate, part one.

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graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males.
All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should
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The Iron Gate

As I walked towards the large Iron Gate, I felt the breeze on my cheeks and
heard the birds sing. It was almost as if these sensations reminded me on
my freedom, on the fact that I came here voluntarily. The beautiful lane
with its oak trees, the sounds of nature, the sun through the leaves and
the soft breeze, everything in this picture made me feel happy and
easy. The only thing that made my heart pound and my movements go into slow
motion was the large Iron Gate. I knew that when I decided to push the
little button beside the gate, I would give up my freedom of choice.  This
gate was my escape from the life I lived as a student. I had no idea of the
new life behind the gate. What I did know was that the man that waited
behind this gate would decide what he wanted to do with me. I was going to
present myself to him and he would examine me. Then he would decide if I
could become his slave, not for just a horny game, as I had played so
often, no, this Master wanted his slaves to stay. The thing I dreamed of
for so long, real enslavement.

Slowly my hand reached for the button, and finally I saw my finger push
it. The speaker beside the button made a cracking noise and I saw the
camera on the pole behind the gate turn in my direction, a little red
blinking light suggested that someone was looking somewhere at a
monitor. The steel gate had vertical bars and was wide enough for a normal
car to go through. Behind the gate I saw the road going deeper in the
Forrest and turning right so it was impossible to see where it went.

A soft voice came through the speaker: "yes?"

I heard my voice tremble a little when I answered: "slave Michael for
Master John."

Suddenly I thought of the possibility that I had the address wrong and
someone would wonder what this slave and master thing would mean. The voice
from the speaker ended my sudden doubts: "Strip naked and leave your things
behind."

I realized that the camera was still pointing at me and began stripping. I
didn't expect that I had to strip naked so soon and wondered if I had to
leave my rucksack also, but as I unbuttoned my shirt I realized that the
voice clearly had said to leave my things. I placed my rucksack against the
fence next to the gate and put my red cotton shirt on it. My shoes and
jeans followed and when I took of my boxershorts I was totally naked. I
hoped that nobody would pass on the countryroad behind me to see me
standing totally naked before this Iron Gate.

"On your knees, hands behind your head and wait." The voice was soft, but
not very polite, I thought. I hoped it would not take long, how could I
explain my position to an innocent passer-by? After a few minutes I heard
an electric sound and then the gate opened slowly. "Enter the gate and walk
the road, you are expected", said the voice. As I walked through the gate
it began to close. Then a cloud covered the sun and a chill wind made me
shiver. I walked the road into the Forrest, naked, scared and with
expectation. I was going to meet the man that might become my Master. I was
naked and had never seen Him; he would wait for me in his house knowing me
already, because he saw me on his monitor and because I send him some
pictures. Suddenly I realized that all there was left of me, was a naked
boy, leaving everything behind. All I had to offer the Master was my naked
body and my services as a slave. I hoped it would be enough, but I felt a
great relief and happiness come over me as I walked the road to my
enslavement.

The road bend rightwards into the Forrest and I walked in the middle of it,
deeper and deeper into the beautiful thick Forrest. Then I heard a horse
coming towards me, the sound of the galloping hoofs was very clear in the
silence of the Forrest. Automatically I stepped aside the road and waited
for the horse to come. Then I saw it, a beautiful black stallion, with long
black manes and a proud head. The rider of the horse saw me standing aside
and stopped the horse. "On your knees slave!" he shouted and he got of the
horse with an elegant swing. Like the horse he was dressed in black leather
and long shining black boots. His hands were covered with elegant leather
gloves and in his left hand he had a short riding whip. I got on my knees
and put my hands behind my head as I waited for the things to come.

The black rider came towards me and inspected me. "Nice, nice" he murmured
"nice young flesh." And he patted me with the riding whip while he slowly
walked around me. "Slave, remember, a slave that is in the neighborhood of
human beings shall present itself on its knees and its hands in its neck."

I felt something cold on my wrists and heard the click of handcuffs. Then a
thin chain was put around my neck and without further notice the rider
stepped on the horse. A fierce pull on the chain made me stand up and with
my hands cuffed behind my head I was forced to run behind the trotting
horse.

It wasn't difficult to keep up with the horse, but I wondered how far we
had to go. I began to feel my feet, I wasn't used to walk on bare feet, and
was afraid that the rider would go into a gallop. Then the Forrest became
thinner and suddenly we where out of it. A beautiful green valley lay ahead
of us. In the distance I saw a large house surrounded with gardens and
trees. The sun was shining and behind the house I saw water reflecting the
sun. The rider slowed his horse and we left the road to the right, where I
saw a large farm with stables, paddocks with horses and other animals, and
a few cars. There where people working, but nobody seemed to notice us, a
black rider with a naked chained slave behind his horse. We stepped to the
end of the large barn and finally the rider got of its horse. A boy took
the horse, ignoring me totally, and the rider took me in. We came through a
large sliding door into the barn. I smelled horses and hay and we walked
through a lane with stables on both sides. Finally we came to the last
stable and the rider opened the door. "This is your cage, slave, enjoy it."
He took the handcuffs of my hands and took the chain of my neck. He stepped
outside and closed the door. He looked through the bars and said: "you will
stay here until the Master wants to see you, until then you will be
prepared and trained." Remember, you are lower than the dogs, so show
respect to everyone, even to the dogs!" and with a grin on his face he
disappeared, leaving me behind in the cage.

The cage was 2 meters wide and 2 meters deep with a concrete floor covered
with a thick layer of straw. There where bars all around it and before the
little window. The door was closed securely and there was no way out. I saw
a bucket full of water on the floor and that was it. I heard the horses in
the stables and the men working outside, but the silence in my own cage
seemed to become more intense. I was slightly disappointed about the
absence of the Master, but I felt also very proud that the Master appeared
to be very rich and powerful. He had chosen me. I wondered why, as I sat
down on the straw. With my back against the wall I tried to rest and waited
for things to happen.


I woke up from a strange noise, the wide doors of the barn opened and a
cold breeze from outside chilled the air in the stable. I saw that it was
still dark outside, but with the expectation of the early morning light. I
heard the noise of buckets clattering together and the noise of water
filling them. I got on my feet and tried to see who was making this
noise. Then I saw him, a young boy, about 18 years old. He was almost
totally naked, a tiny little loincloth hiding his genitals. He had a
beautiful tan and a nice muscled young body. Then I saw the collar round
his neck and realized that this was also a slave. He whistled softly
between his teeth and began feeding the horses. He seemed not to notice me.

At last he arrived at my cage. He looked at me with sparkling brown eyes
and said: "put your hands between the bars boy!" The tone of his voice was
proud.

I realized that I was the lowest in rank under him and did what he said. He
took a pair of handcuffs from a little hook and put them around my wrists.

"On your knees boy!" he said, and again I obeyed.

When I sat on my knees, my hands cuffed between the bars of my stable, I
was no longer hazardous, so the boy opened the door and came into the
stable. I noticed he was also barefoot.

"So, you're the new toy of the Master." He looked curiously and examined my
body from my head down to my toes. Without any shame he forced his leg
between my legs and made me spread my thighs.

"Nice ass." He said and suddenly he took my dick and balls in his hand. I
felt how my dick reacted and hardened, the boy treated me as if I was an
object, an animal, bought by his boss.

"Wow" the boy said, "Nice big hard penis you got!"

He grinned as he pulled at my balls and then let them go. Then he turned to
my stable: "You kept it nice and clean, boy." He reached outside for one of
his buckets and filled a stainless steel manger with something that looked
like porridge. He put the manger on the floor before me. "Eat." He said and
stepped back to watch me. With my hands still cuffed I was forced to eat
like a dog, my mouth in the manger, my tongue licking the cold porridge.
The boy laughed. "Do you like it? Better get used to it, this is all you
get until you get out of your cage." I was hungry, so I licked the manger
until it was shining clean. The boy took it with a smile and patted me on
the back. "I kinde like yer" he said laughing, and disappeared through the
door. He shut the door and I heard the click of the lock. Then he unlocked
the handcuffs and walked away. "Adios amigo, have fun today" he shouted and
away he was.

I rubbed my wrists, there were red strains on them from the handcuffs. I
felt embarrassed and wondered how many boys had been here before me. Was I
just a prisoner, how about my enslavement, where was the Master?

To be continued...