Author's Note: This is my first attempt to tell my story. There is more to come if anyone is interested.


Chapter 1

INITIATION

It was a long walk home after a night out. It wasn't late, just after eleven o'clock. It was a still night, perfect for walking. It is a lonely stretch so I was on my own, just the occasional car passing. I always feel safe, I have done this walk so many times. My mind was wandering as it always does, I feel free when I walk, free to allow my mind to drift.

What I remember is some headlights behind me. Nothing unusual there but I do remember the engine of the car slowing. The car pulled up alongside me. I cleared it without a second thought. The next thing I remember is a hand over my mouth, a strong hand, the other around my waist pulling me back. It must have been the shock, I felt unable to move or struggle. I was pushed into a car my face shoved against the seat. My hands were tied behind me, what must have been a blindfold or scarf around my eyes and something around my mouth to stop me from crying out. It is always easy to say how did it happen? It was so quick, so unexpected, so well done. Unable to move, see or speak I had no option but to lie there.

When the car stopped I was pulled out of the car and led to what I assume was a house. Then a voice came out of the darkness. 'Listen carefully, I am going to untie your hands, you will remove your clothes and then stand to attention. Any resistance will be punished.' First I felt some hands in my pockets, taking out my money and my keys. Well, what could I do? As soon as my hands were freed I removed all my clothes, not easy when you can't see what you are doing.

'Good', said my captor, 'now kneel down.' I felt handcuffs against my wrists as my hands were pulled behind me. Then some chains around my ankles. I was pulled to my feet. I felt a hand touching my body as if I was being inspected. I could feel myself shaking, my body trembling. I think it was then that the realisation of what was happening was beginning to dawn on me. I can't say I was thinking too much, the shock and surprise of it all left me a little numb. I do remember my mouth being dry and a chill all over my body as it trembled in total fear.

I was pushed over what was most probably the arm of a sofa or chair. Then I felt it, six heavy strokes of a cane on my buttocks. When it ended the voice said: 'Now you will do what you are told, you will do everything I say without hesitation, any failure to obey or hesitation will be treated as resistance. Resistance will be punished. Each time you are punished it will increase in severity. Is that clear!' Unable to speak all I could do was to nod my head.

'Good', said my captor, 'now are here to learn some simple rules. I am going to teach those rules to you which will prepare you for your new life.'

'Rule 1: You belong to me

Rule 2: You obey me without question'

I was pulled back up to my feet. What could I do? Nothing! I was powerless. I didn't know who this person was, where I was and even what time it was. I was totally in the dark.

'On your knees,' came the command. I dropped to my knees. 'In front of you are my feet, you have to pay homage to me as your Master, kiss my feet'. I bent forward and felt some flesh against my face. I did as I was told, I kissed his feet, just a normal kiss. 'Now, lick them'. I found the idea of licking a man's feet disgusting but I could not risk another beating. So, I licked them, maybe more than was necessary just in case.

'Good boy, now get to your feet.'

I rose up as best I could.

'Now we are going to have some fun,' he said, 'I am going to see how far you will go. Don't worry you will get plenty of encouragement.'

Next I felt a pain in one of my nipples, something digging into it and then the other. The pain was excruciating at first but then subsided a little. I felt a chain on my chest. Nothing was said, nothing but darkness and silence. I was afraid to move, to think. I just closed my eyes under the blindfold and gritted my teeth. I can't say I how long this lasted. Next I felt a tug on the chain. The pain increased. I have not felt such pain before. I could hear a laugh, then nothing. This went on for a while. I can't remember the number of times the chain was pulled. On a few occasions I was close to dropping to my knees in pain as I was pulled forward by the chain. But I was not going to give him the satisfaction.

'When you are ready to give in just kneel before me, then your submission will be complete'. Another tug, harder this time. I felt the impatience of my captor, the chain was pulled harder and longer this time.

I was determined not to give in. If this was a test I was not going to fail without a struggle.

This continued for some time. Clearly it was not working. Not sure why he allowed me this defiance. I guess it was a test of my spirit.

The next I felt something being tied around my cock and my balls. It was very tight. I was led around by my cock and balls.

'You are determined', he said, 'I respect that but your time to submit has come. You will give yourself to me now'. I stood motionless. Not risking shaking my head.

My cock and balls were released but I felt hands on them again. Something was strapped around them that caused so much pain. It was like sharp pins around my penis, my ball sack. I fell to my knees.

'Good boy, now honour your Master',

'Open your mouth', came the command.

I opened to find his cock being thrust into it. 'Suck it softly'. I have never done this before. It was not even something I would ever contemplate in doing. Hell, I haven't seen another man's cock since I was in the showers when I played football. The thought of touching a cock disgusted me. Now there was one in my mouth. I could taste it, salty, like it was sweaty. It was not pleasant, I haven't felt like this since I ate some fried mushrooms. I hate mushrooms. I didn't like this at all.

I don't know what was worse, having a cock in my mouth or the sense of failure for giving in so easily. I felt a little angry with myself, like I had let myself down. I have had blow jobs before. I always wondered what a woman found so pleasurable. One of my girlfriends couldn't get enough of it. I used to look down and think how could you? But I enjoy licking a pussy so maybe there is no real difference. Now I was boldly going where I have never been before.

Without warning the cock was withdrawn. It was another test, I had failed this one.

'Now boy, you truly belong to me'.

This is how my adventure began.


BECOMING A SLAVE

After the humiliating experience of being naked and having to suck my captor's cock I was locked in a bathroom. I was given a glass of water and some bread to eat. I was allowed to remove the blindfold when I was locked inside. My instructions were to sleep on the floor and in the morning when I was instructed I would have to put the blindfold back on. The handcuffs were put on my wrists in front of me so that I could eat, drink and go to the toilet. It was an uncomfortable night. I can't say I slept well. I had no idea what time it was when there was a knock at the door. I put the blindfold on and waited for the door to open.

'Good morning slave', the Master said, 'now your training is to begin'.

I was led downstairs. I felt something around my neck. 'This is your slave collar, you will wear it whenever you are in my presence'. The handcuffs were removed and put on my wrists behind my back again.

I was made to stand still for what seemed to be an eternity. I could smell something, toast and coffee. It is odd that when you lose one of your senses how you rely on the others. I could actually smell the coffee. What I wouldn't do for a coffee right now!

'Pain and reward,' said my captor, 'that is your life now. You will suffer pain and if you perform well then you will get a reward.'

First, the pain. I was pushed over the arm of the sofa again. More strokes of the cane. More than six this time but I lost count, the pain was too great. When it stopped, nothing. Not a word I was just left there. I dared not move.

Eventually I was hauled upright and moved. 'On your knees slave, time for your reward.' I was thinking a nice bacon buttie or even a slice of toast. Then his cock was pushed into my face. 'Open up slave, you know what to do.' I opened my mouth and his cock was forced into my mouth. I did as I was told. I took it into my mouth and suck, moving my head back and fore along the shaft. All I could think of was please don't come, please don't come!!

'That's enough for now slave' he said as I was pulled to my feet.

'Now do you remember the two rules I gave you yesterday.' I nodded. 'Good, now you are going to learn two more:

Rule 3: You serve me and only me.

Rule 4: You exist for my pleasure and entertainment.

I want you to think about that for a while'.

I was pushed to the floor. My legs were pulled up behind me, the chains tied together. I couldn't move.

'I am going out for a while'.

I heard movement and the door closing.

It gave me time to reflect. The cuffs on my wrists were starting to dig into my flesh. I could feel the pain of the metal. My buttocks tingled from the caning. I had no concept of time. I had no idea what time it was. All I knew for sure was it was Saturday.

I heard the door open. The hogtie was removed and I gave a sigh of relief. I couldn't stand, I had to be helped to my feet.

'Let's go to the sofa.' I was sat down on something soft. My hands were still tied behind my back which was uncomfortable but at least I was sitting.

'Now, a nice cuddle'. His arm was around my shoulder. I felt his other hand on my chest, running up and down. Before I knew it his lips were pressing against mine. At first my lips were clamped shut but he forced them open with his tongue. He pulled me towards him, the kiss intensified into a full blown snog. I had never kissed a man before. I could taste the coffee in his mouth. His hand moved to my legs. My cock was hard, sore from earlier but rock hard. What I found hard to believe was I wanted him to touch my cock. My lips were released. His mouth was now kissing my nipples, his teeth biting into them. I could feel myself reacting to his kisses and touches. I was disappointed that he did not touch my cock. It was almost like I was being teased, being allowed to get turned on and then nothing.

'I can see you enjoyed that slave', he said, 'but you don't get anything else until you have earned it'.

I was pulled up. My cock was still hard, wanting to be touched. I could feel his hands on me. He was stroking my buttocks. 'I bet you are really tight. 'Ever been fucked?' I shook my head. 'Well, then I will be your first. But you have to be made ready for me'. I could feel some lubricant being pushed inside my arse, then something big. 'It's ok, just a plug'. I was put onto a chair. The plug pushed deeper and deeper. The pain was nothing like anything I have ever felt. It was indescribable.

I was left there for some time. I kept on trying to guess the time, whether it was still morning or was it afternoon. It could even be evening as far as I knew.

I could hear him moving around the house. I had time to reflect. I was tired, not having much sleep. I was aching from the beating and from the hogtie. I could feel the plug pressing into me, I tried to ease it by lifting myself a little in the chair but it was no good. I don't know how long this lasted.

I was raised out of the chair. I felt the plug side out. Relief at last.

'Time for lunch,' he said. I could smell chips. I was pushed to me knees. I could feel him in front of me. He was eating. I could hear him biting into the crisp chips. 'Open', he said. I opened my mouth and was fed a chip. He had something else, what smelt like chicken. I was fed a few more chips, each one gratefully received.

'Did you enjoy that,' he said. I nodded. Good. 'Remember pain and reward. You behave and you will be rewarded. You disobey and you suffer.'

'Now I am tired. I am going to have a nap. You are going to stay here.' I was uncuffed and put back onto my wrists in front of me. I was led to the door. My arms were raised until the chain of the cuffs were around the top of the door. Here I was left, afraid to move, waiting for him to return.

The odd thing was I missed his attention. Having no concept of time, worn out and still hungry. My arms ached, my legs ached, every part of my body ached.

When he returned I felt some relief. I wanted this to end but the not knowing, the anticipation of what was next was making me want something to happen.

'Missed me', he said. Not wanting to upset him I nodded. He came up behind me. Touching my buttocks. 'Are you ready for me yet?' I said nothing, didn't move. I feared displeasing him but I also feared the alternative. 'No answer? Then you will have to be punished.'

I was pushed onto the arm of the sofa again. I felt more strokes of the cane on my buttocks. Too many to count, just incredible pain.

Then nothing. Not a word, not a sound. I was left draped over the sofa. My arse was burning from the beating. My body relaxed. 'When will this end.' I thought to myself.

It wasn't long before I found out. I have never been blindfolded before. It was a weird sensation. Hearing movement, sensing movement, imagining things. I could just wonder how long this was going to go on. Would he tire of me and just let me go. What about my clothes, my money, my keys, my cards, my mobile phone? I had none of these things with me. If I got free could I find them? What would I do if I got free? I am not a violent person so if I did manage to get free what would I do?

Anyway, all these thoughts flashing through my mind were cut short abruptly. Something else to think about, to endure. I could feel him close to me, his hands on my back. Then it happened. Was this worse than having his cock in my mouth? Something was invading me, pushing inside me. I knew what was happening, I knew he was fucking me. I just wanted to blot it out. As the thrusts up my arse were getting deeper and deeper, I was thinking this is not happening. I am not being raped, this man is not using me in the most horrible way possible. I could not believe it. But what could I do. I was helpless. I just had to accept it. I do remember him saying: 'That's it, just relax, enjoy it'. Enjoy it? You've got to be joking!!

If you have ever been fucked by a man you will understand what I mean. If you haven't then obviously you won't. My ex used to enjoy wanking me while her finger played with arse, exploring it, searching for my G spot. I have to be honest it was one of the best orgasms I ever had. The thrusting of her finger inside me, slowing caressing my cock with the other hand used to drive me wild. So having a man fucking me was a similar experience, without the wanking. There was no tenderness, no love, no affection. It was straightforward abuse.

This whole experience was disturbing in many ways. Not just the fuck. I was disgusted by the touching, the kissing, the cock sucking, the fucking. I had never wanted, thought about or desired any of this before in my life. But while I found it disgusting I also found it exciting. That was the worst of it. It was exciting. As he thrust into me my cock was hard, my balls ached, from the abuse but also from a desire to come. I was both excited and incredibly turned on. That surprised me the most.

I could feel him thrusts becoming more urgent, quicker, more intense. I knew what that was. I could feel some heat, a change in his breathing and more pressure on my back as he slumped on me. It was over I thought to myself. I was relieved, maybe more than he was. I was relieved it was over and that he had had the sense to use a condom.

'That was good', he said, 'tell me you didn't enjoy it'. I shook my head. I guess that is what he wanted. 'Stay there, don't move', he said.

It was a little while before he came back. He helped me to my feet and then I was forced down on the floor. 'Rest a while, you have a busy evening ahead of you'.

I didn't know what he meant. I didn't ask. I heard him talking in the distance. Was he talking to someone in the house? Was there someone else there? Then silence. I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remember was being woken up by a tap with something on my shoulder.

'Get up', he said, 'time for you to entertain me'.

My body was stiff but I managed to rise to my feet.

'You remember rule number one?' I nodded. 'Say it!' 'I belong to you', I said.

'Good and don't you forget it. I decide what happens to you, want happens to your body. I control you, you are mine now'. 'In future, you will refer to me as Master'. 'So, tell me, what is rule number one'. 'I belong to you Master'. 'Better', he said, 'remember that for the future'.

Then there was a knock at the door. 'Good, our guests have arrived'. 'Guests?' I thought, 'what is bloody hell is he talking about?'

I could hear voices and then it was Master who said 'here he is, what do you think?' Someone said, 'not bad, you have done well'. Then it was Master again. 'Okay fellers, he's all yours, have fun'.

I could feel hands on me, touching me, comments about my body, then someone said 'whose first?'

They were discussing who would have me first. If I had my wits I would have worked out how many there were. Didn't matter I was going to find out. Three times I was invaded, three times I was fucked. Three cocks inside me. How could he? How could he pimp me out like this? Has the bastard no feelings at all? All I could hear was him directing the others, shouting encouragement and asking whether they enjoyed it.

When it was all over I heard him talking to them, they were thanking him for inviting them over and asking when they could come back again.

'Hope you enjoyed it?' I didn't respond in any way I was too sickened, too disgusted. But more than that I was angry with him for allowing this to happen.

'Answer me!' he said. 'Yes, Master', was all I could manage in response. 'I hope so', he said, 'it doesn't matter anyway, you are just going to have to get used to it'. I know I sighed, I felt my shoulders slump. It was resignation, admission of defeat.

I was led back to the bathroom. My new home. 'Sleep well slave, you will need your rest'.

It was still light. I could tell by the position of the sun that it was late evening. What I saw when I looked around shocked me even more than the fucking, the abuse, the captivity. On the floor were A4 colour photos. I looked in disbelief. They were of me being fucked by the strangers. I could barely look. It brought it all back. All I could do was wonder what was next.