Date: Mon, 02 Oct 2000 16:09:32 EDT
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Slave - A First Time Story:   part 1

The Slave - A First Time Story
                                blondeallover@hotmail.com

The following is a fictional account loosely based on the true occurrence of
my first experience with gay sex.  I have greatly embellished the events and
circumstances for my own entertainment and hopefully yours.

The slave auction was organized on campus by a fraternity and its affiliated
sorority ostensibly as a fundraiser for the children's hospital in the
neighboring city.  Only male students only were up for auction to the
highest female bidders.  The highest bidders would be awarded the "rights"
to full cooperation from the purchased male for whatever suited her fancy
for one evening within the next 2 weeks.  That I was invited to place myself
up for auction surprised me, as most of the candidates were the obvious frat
brothers and campus jocks.  I am short, only  5'6" barefoot.  I do have a
good build broad shoulders and slim hips, being an exercise freak who was
known to workout at the campus gym regularly.  I had been invited to pledge
a couple of fraternities, but I regarded myself a serious student and feared
that the fraternity lifestyle might distract me from my academic pursuits.
The co-ed whom I was dating at the time was on scholarship and had no
available cash for auction bids but encouraged me to participate anyway.

The event itself was flirtatiously raucous, the air filled with obvious
sexual tension.  Many of the guys as the auctioneers were presenting them
sported ill-concealed erections encouraged by the high-pitched squeals and
screams of the mostly female audience.  It seemed the more conspicuous the
bulge and the lengthier the protrusion tented by the flimsy material of the
gym or bike shorts,  the longer the available student was exhibited on the
stage and the higher the resulting bids.  The captain of the basketball team
was auctioned off to the president of the sponsoring sorority for $600.  I
was one of the last slaves to be auctioned.  I did not muster any swell
presumably from nervousness.  It seemed as though it was hours before the
first bid was declared despite the earnest entreaties by the auctioneer who
commanded me to strike the silliest poses.   The fact that the winning bid
placed for me was only $35 was only the first humiliation.  Everyone looked
to the back of the crowd as the auctioneer announced the winner.  I was
bought by a severe looking overweight teaching fellow who was reputed to be
a masculine dyke.  As instructed, I met with my buyer at the registration
table.  As I approached her I was accompanied by amused giggles from the
girls and derisive catcalls from the guys.

"Relax Shorty", she scornfully intoned.  "I am acting as a purveyor for
someone else.   Oh, and don't worry I agreed to keep this a secret with
HIM."

I thought I had misheard.  "You mean, her ?"

"You heard me right the first time, Half Pint" she growled with a smirk.

I was thunderstruck.  I briefly debated withdrawing from the whole thing.  I
decided to give the matter more consideration in the intervening week as I
did not have to report for "duty" until the following  Friday, no later than
9:00 PM.  Whenever I focused on this strange future encounter I could not
help myself be overwhelmed by a sense of curiosity and feel my dick stir and
swell.  Ambiguously, I would be disgusted with this response for I had
repressed any attraction to others of my own sex.

As the hour of my appointment approached, I rebelliously donned a
sweatshirt, worn baggy jeans, and a pair of worn out athletic shoes: hardly
the attire I would have worn on a proper date.  I had decided that I would
accede to the wishes of my obligatory partner but show myself as
uninterested.  The address was on the outskirts of town.  The residence
turned out to be a sprawling bungalow that had probably been a frat house.
Upon climbing well-lit porch stairs, I did not have to knock as the
"valkyre"  was waiting for me at the door with her ugly smirk.  She led me
inside.  To the left was a small parlor partitioned with a stairway.  To the
right, was a wall partly covered with a bookcase lined with works of various
academic disciplines.  Beyond this was a closed door.  Straight ahead, the
hallway led to another closed door.  She led me down the hallway and opened
the door to what appeared to be a small butler's pantry.  It was faintly lit
with bare tables and chairs, counters, and cupboards.  There was another
door on the right and one at the other end.

"Now listen carefully," she spoke with some annoyance.  "I am about to give
you the instructions of your slave agreement.  When I leave, you are to
immediately take off ALL your clothes.  Having done so, you will knock on
this door."  She motioned to the door that was on our right as we entered.
Your slave owner is waiting in the next room.  When he responds, open the
door and enter the room.  From then on, do everything he asks of you and
without reservation."  Again, that reptilian smile spread over her face.
"You know you could back out of this arrangement right now.  But if you do
not do EVERYTHING that is demanded of you, I will report you immediately to
the Greek Council and your days left on this campus will be a living hell
thanks to asshole jocks and sorority bitches who won't forget."

The sadistic witch turned to leave out the door we had entered.   She paused
and turned as she opened the door.  "And don't forget, when you enter that
room, you are to be completely naked."  As she closed the door, she cackled
"have fun".  I fumed and thought about the tortures that I would inflict on
her if only we could meet alone, again.  Quickly, I recovered my senses and
wondered how I could have found myself in such a bizarre situation as I
peeled off my clothing.  Again, I was caught up in my ambiguous feelings of
revulsion coupled with physical excitement as I contemplated what fate might
befall me.  When I was stripped down to my boxers, I was horrified to
acknowledge my raging boner. I thought I was contributing to a charity
function only to find myself embarrassed, humiliated, and possibly sexually
blackmailed.  It seemed my response to all this misfortune could not have
been more inappropriate.  My loins were on fire and my cock and balls ached
with sexual energy.

"By God," I thought.  I can not let this pervert see me in such a state.  I
desperately tried to think of something dull to assuage my excitement.  I
tried to think of the problems in my calculus assignment.  Whatever came to
mind, thoughts about the immediate future would resurface and I couldn't
contain my arousal.  To the contrary, by now my shorts were off and I was
shocked to see that I was copiously leaking pre-cum from the end of my 6
1/2" uncut cock.
My dickhead was a wet swollen red knob with the foreskin almost completely
stretched back.  I was frantic, getting cold, and wondering how I could
change my physical state.

Suddenly I heard the she-wolf bark from the other side of the door, "get on
with it buster or I will strip you myself and drag you into his room by your
blonde hairs."  That scared me to knock on the assigned door immediately.
Better to take my chances with this slave driver then to be thrust upon by
such an apparition in my state of distress.

From behind the appointed portal, a gruff, slightly gravelly low pitch voice
yelled, "come in." I tentatively, opened the door just enough to look in and
yet still conceal my nudity.  The room was nearly dark as drawn curtains or
blinds must have screened out whatever street light would filter in the
room.  Only 2 or 3 candles were lit on the floor and low end tables,
rendering most of the room pitch black.  The candles were lit on my end of
the room, and 2 more on regular height tables at the very back.  I detected
a silhouette seated at the far end of the room, but in front of the back
candles.  It was obvious that he was supposed to see me well and I was to
have sight of him only slightly.  The seated figure seemed tall, I estimated
at least 6 ', and the low candle light was bright enough to reveal 2 large
rugged looking feet on the floor, adorned only with dark colored flip flops.
  The light was bright enough still to see the ends of legs with thick mats
of hair.  In the hindsight of my subsequent physical experience with men, I
can now say that I was encountering a major stud.

"I shouldn't have to repeat myself !".  The low voice sounded almost
threatening.  I scooted in the room, flushed and shivering slightly, quickly
but gently closing the door behind me.

Louder, this voice with dominating authority quipped, "I did not instruct
you to close the door.  But now that it is closed, leave it so. . . . .  Let
me look at you"

My heart was pounding.  I turned to him frightened out of my wits, stark
naked and conspicuously aroused.  I almost stuttered as I feebly mumbled,
"uhh, I guess because of the strangeness of all this, I've gotten hard."

The silhouetted figure did not seem phased by this remark in the least.
Very softly but in that low voice he implored me to "come here."  Now
reader, I hope you can appreciate the mixed feelings of a young initiate in
this kind of circumstance.  I was covered with goose flesh and had never
felt so vulnerable in my life.  I dreaded what intentions this controller
had for me.  I was profoundly disappointed in my lack of self-control.   At
the same time, my distress was being overshadowed by intense physical
curiosity and a yearning wish that this domineering ogre would find pleasure
in my helplessness and nakedness.

I was not to be disappointed.