Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 09:06:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: mike earl <spankboy1818@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Vegas Master Chapter 1

From: spankboy1818@yahoo.com
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1.) If you are under the age of 18 please do not continue
reading as it is illegal for you to do so.
2.) This story is fantasy all persons and events are
fictional for the Enjoyment of the reader.
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   This is the first installment of many to come. I
understand that sex is what people read these stories for
and if you bear with me it will, I believe meet, your needs.
This chapter only sets up the framework for things to cum.
Thank-you spankboy1818


                     Young Vegas Master

   Damn, 2am in the morning and the bus is still full with
only one seat left. It's amazing that in this city that
never sleeps so many people work and ride the bus. Whites,
blacks, Asians, teens, middle aged, and older people all
have something in common, they ride the Las Vegas city bus
to and from their jobs.
     I'm different; I ride the bus because I have been told
to. Not by the courts for drinking and driving since I don't
drink or drive, but by my Master. I am an owned slave bought
at auction by a casino manager who works the 6pm to 6am shift
at an up scale casino on the strip.
    I work as a bus boy in the casino restaurant where my
Master says I deserve to work since a bus boy is the servant
of the rest of the employees. I get off at 1:45am in the
morning and catch the 24 hour Flamingo bus and ride to the
Decatur stop and transfer to the 24 hour Decatur bus for the
ride back to My Master's home where after setting the alarm
for 6am, to meet my Master at the door when he arrives, I go
to sleep.
   When I first arrived in Las Vegas I was amazed at how
young and gay Las Vegas is. Being cruised by teen boys is
something that I was not used to, being from the bible belt
of the South.
    I always wear my Master's collar and the comments I
receive are sometimes embarrassing and painful, not from the
words but from my Master's belt. He says that I provoke the
comments from teens as young as 13 years old about how they
like the collar or nice leash and sometimes just the winks
from kids that should be more impressed with skateboards and
bikes instead of collars and leashes.
  It's Tuesday morning and I am tired when this boy catches
my eye as he is outwardly cruising me from the isle-facing
seat just in front of me. Smiling and a quick wink but the
way he is rubbing his crouch tells me he is cruising and I
am his interest for the moment.
  It's fun when I am alone to flirt back, not that I could
ever do anything by order of my Master, but it's fun to
fantasize about the possibility, but damn this kids cute. I
would say about 17 years old, about the same height as
myself 6 foot, 150lbs, and blonde with green eyes. I wonder
if he is a natural blonde or if it's a dye job.
   "Decatur avenue next stop" the bus driver announces and I
reach to pull the cord to signal the stop as the kid pulls
the cord first. Oh God, He's getting off at the same stop as
I am.
   The kid gets up and moves to the front door so I decide
to head for the rear door just as the bus comes to a stop. I
step out into the cool Las Vegas night and start toward my
transfer point on Decatur as I hear "cool collar and tattoo"
come from behind me. I turn and reply, "Thank-you Sir, I
will inform my Master that his choices please you." "Your
Master, what do ya mean by your Master?" came his reply. I
was not sure how to answer this very cute teen boy so I
said," I am owned by a gentleman that bought me, I am his
property".
   The kid just stood there and looked at me with these eyes
of interest and total bewilderment, the classic "dear in the
headlight look" and asked, "how did that happen"?
   I knew I had about 20 minutes before the Decatur bus
would arrive but I wasn't sure he could take the real story
so I just said," I don't know if you would really like to
hear the real story". It was my way of allowing this
gorgeous kid to back out if he wasn't real sure. His answer
was right to the point," I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't
interested", was all he said and stood there looking at me
as my Master sometimes looks at me waiting for an answer.
"I've got about twenty minutes till my bus comes so lets
cross the street to the Decatur bus stop and I'll tell you
as much of the story as I can". We crossed the street and
went to the bus bench and sat down where I started to tell
this teen the quick version of how I became a slave.
     "When I turned 18 I left home and moved to the west
coast. San Francisco was where I had always dreamed about
going so I went and found it to be perfect. The gay capital
of the world and the whole place was my pearl. All I had to
do was bat my eyes at the right person and I was allowed
into the clubs and bathhouses and bars. Sometimes I went
home with someone and sometimes I didn't as I had my own
place. One day I met this really good looking guy and I went
home with him for a little afternoon delight and found that
I was really attracted to him because he was a very strong
individual, not so much physically but inside. We started to
live together and he began to show me the virtues of being
submissive to another man. I felt from the beginning that
this was what I had wanted for as long as I could remember.
I sometimes would disobey my dad just so he would spank me
with either his belt or as I got older a paddle. My San
Francisco lover slowly became my Master and taught me how to
be a slave and I gave over to him absolute control of not
only my body but also my well-being. After a year of
training and learning on my part, some of it coming easy and
some of it coming painfully, he decided that I had learned
all that I could from him so he informed me that I was going
to be sold at auction. I was sold 8 months ago to my current
owner, a casino manager on the strip".
   I told this teen about how it was invigorating when my
Master would spank me and then bend me over and slide his 8"
dick up my ass so slow and sensually that I would sometimes
cum just from the first penetration and cum 2 or 3 more time
without having my dick even touched. The feeling that I got
when my Master would begin to shoot his hot cum up my ass
and fill me until his cum would be forced out of my ass and
run down on my balls, still warm.
  This boy seemed most interested about how my Master would
bind my hands behind my back and then tell me to start
sucking his dick. Blindfolding me and finally sliding his
dick down my throat and filling my mouth with his sweet
tasting cum, always with the instructions that if any of his
cum dribbled out of my mouth that he would paddle my ass for
not obeying his instructions and sometimes I would let a
little out just so I could feel the heat and pain of his
paddle on my bare ass cheeks. I finally finished my story by
saying "God how I love my Master".
  I was brought out of my thoughts when he said, "It sounds
like you are very happy and lucky to have found a Master
that you love so much". "I guess I am", answering this boy
who I didn't even know his name but had spilt much of my
life to.
  A bright look came over his face and he asked, "Since you
don't have to be home until 6am why not come over to my
house for a little while, I have some questions I would like
to ask you if it is alright". I wasn't quite sure and I
said, "I don't know, I don't even know your name and what
would your parents say?"
   "Oh sorry, my name's David and I have my own place
because my parents think it would help me to understand what
being an adult is all about. It's only about a two minute
walk from here and I'll walk back to the bus stop with you
when you are ready to leave".
   David seemed eager to talk and his smile was slowly
melting my resistance away so I finally said, "ok, but only
for a short visit".
  David bounced up off the bench and said, "I like showing
people my place and it's very comfortable, you'll see".
  The walk took 2 minutes and led down this alley to a back
gate where David opened it and led the way in. Just to the
left of the gate was a building that I thought would be
where they kept yard equipment and the like but when he
unlocked the door and I stepped in. All I could do was say,
"WOW." A fully contained efficiency apartment with a full
kitchen, living room, and a queen sized bed with mirrors
over and around the bed.  I thought to myself, "this kid
has it all together, a total sex pad, WOW."