Author's Note: I published a few stories here, some time ago, under a different pseudonym. I decided to try my hand at it again. This is just the first part of a potentially much longer story, so if there is interest, I've got plenty of ideas for more.


Part 1

"So, all you have to do is sign here and the deal will be final."

"And it's a legally binding contract? Once I sign, I can't back out?"

"That's correct, sir. If you attempt to back out or otherwise nullify the contract, you will be held liable for double the contractual amount plus any associated legal fees. It's all there for you in black-and-white."

He thought briefly about turning and running out the door, his hand shook as he held the pen inches above the paper. In a year he could start over, one million dollars was life-changing money. He had already sold his car, most of his furniture and other belongings; all his clothes had been donated to charity, except for the ones he was wearing now; he cashed out his bank account and a cashier's check for just over $10,000, the entirety of his life savings, was in his hand; everything else had been put in storage, pre-paid in the law firm's name for the next 12 months. He could no longer even access the few possessions he still technically owned; so if he did turn and run, he'd be jobless, homeless and penniless.

Still trembling, he signed the document.

The attorney smiled at him, as he took the pen and paper from his hands; "As of right now, 9:03am, you belong to Mr. Smith for the next 365 calendar days."

Mr. Smith, of course, was a pseudonym. He had no idea what his name actually was. All he knew was that there was no going back...

Steve's girlfriend had left him a few weeks after moving to the city. She left without warning one night while he was working. There was no note, no explanation, she even changed her number and deleted her social media accounts. He was hundreds of miles from home and moving here had alienated him from most of his friends and family. Depressed, he began frequenting the bar around the corner from his apartment. It was a gay bar, but Steve didn't care; it was one of the only places he knew and, since it was so close to his place, he could stumble home without worrying about driving drunk. Besides, he was pretty open-minded and actually seemed to enjoy some of the attention. He was an attractive 20-something with a slender, athletic build; short crew-cut hair and blue eyes. There was no shortage of interest in him from the bar's patrons.

Eventually Steve began talking to another regular, "Mr. Smith", that he estimated to be about 40 years old. Tall and well built, he always came in wearing a tailored suit and the bar tender had a scotch, neat, poured before he even sat down. Steve opened up to Smith about his life story; how he came to live in the city, his girlfriend leaving, the disapproving friends and family back home. Steve did almost all the talking and; in no small part, thanks to the alcohol; uninhibitedly told him some of his most deeply personal secrets.

As the weeks passed, he found himself consumed by thoughts of Mr. Smith. There was something about him that Steve couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was the manner in which he carried himself, that exuded power and dominance; but as time went by, Steve was inescapably drawn to Smith.

Then, one night, he presented Steve with an offer. In a perverse "indecent proposal" Steve would become his property for one year and, in exchange, Smith would pay him one million dollars.

Steve was still reeling when the terms of the agreement were laid out: "I will legally own you. Although I will not permanently damage you, you will forfeit all freedom while under my control. You will sever all ties with the outside world and keep only what will fit in a small storage container. The belongings you chose to save will be returned to you at the conclusion of your contract. You will donate all your clothing to charity and any profit you make, from the sale of your possessions, will be handed over to my firm. If your answer is yes, then you will arrive promptly at 9:00am next Friday, bringing with you nothing but the clothes on your back."

Sliding Steve a card with an address, he spoke once more, before leaving the bar: "Make no mistake, this year will not be easy for you. I will have you as my toy, my plaything, with no rights and no ability to protest. Full and immediate compliance with my demands will be expected. If you disobey me, you will be punished."

What should seemingly have been an arduous decision turned out to be a relatively easy one. Steve essentially had nothing and no one. The money would afford him a fresh start and maybe now he would find out just what his bizarre attraction to Mr. Smith was. So, promptly at 9:00am on Friday, he arrived at the address on the card...

"There is a limousine waiting for you outside, sir." The attorney continued, "Once you are seated, please place on this blindfold. An audio recording will be played for you, explaining what you are to do next. Enjoy your stay with Mr. Smith."

A slender, blonde female stood next to the open limo door. She wore a short, black cocktail dress with silky, back seamed stockings and open-toed, five-inch heels. Steve thought she looked more like an escort than a limo driver and it wasn't until she slid into the limo next to him, that he realized she wasn't the driver at all.

"I'm Mr. Smith's assistant," she began, answering the confused look on Steve's face, "and since I'm likely to be the last woman you see for the next year, he wanted it to be memorable for you. However, I need you to put your blindfold on before we depart, Mr. Smith takes his privacy very seriously."

As soon as his blindfold was tied in place, the car began to move. The blonde assistant placed a pair of headphones on him and began the recording: "Hello, Steve. I'm so glad you chose to spend the next year as my property. That is the last time you will have your name spoken by anyone for the next year. All sense of individuality or independence will be removed and from now on you will be referred to, more appropriately, as "it". I will remind you again, that I now legally own you, and you will comply with all my commands. By now you have met my assistant, Michelle. You are to follow any of her instructions as though they come from me. She is going to hand you two pills and a glass. I want you to swallow the pills and drink the entire contents of the glass. Nod when you are ready."

Nodding in acknowledgement, Michelle handed him the items. He obeyed the recording's instructions, with just the slightest hesitation, and gulped down the pills and drink. He was unsure what the drink was but it tickled his throat and almost instantly he began to feel dizzy and lightheaded. Steve was stunned when he felt Michelle begin rubbing him through his jeans, but before he had time to enjoy the sensation, he blacked out.

While he was unconscious, Michelle followed the instructions her boss had previously given. She removed all Steve's clothes and placed them in a bag; replacing them with a tight, extreme low-cut, red lycra bikini. She had placed him on his back with his arms behind him and bent his legs at the knees. She secured his wrists and ankles in a steel-cuffed hogtie, locking the chain to a ring in the limo floor. She removed his blindfold and inserted a large, rubber ball gag before covering his head in a strict leather hood. The headphones remained in place, so he could continue hearing the audio recording of Mr. Smith when he awoke.

His head was pounding and Steve had no idea how much time had passed. He remembered taking the pills and the feeling of Michelle's hand caressing his manhood, but now he found himself lying on the floor. He had the sense that he was naked or, at least, almost naked and could feel cool air on his skin. He tugged at his bound wrists and ankles; he felt the large rubber ball filling his mouth and let out a muffled moan; a strong smell of leather flooded his nose. Once he was fully awake, the recording began again: "By now you are realizing that you were sedated and have been stripped, bound and gagged. Even though I have expressed the importance of obedience, I felt sedation was necessary so your natural reflex to resist would not cause Michelle any difficulty while she restrained you. Your clothing has been carefully removed. It will be laundered and returned to you at the conclusion of our contract. From now on, the entirety of your wardrobe, when I chose to allow you clothing, will be skintight lycra and spandex; so that at all times your assets will be on display for me and anyone else I choose to share you with."

Michelle removed her heels and placed them on the floor. She adjusted and straightened her stockings, before sliding to the edge of her seat. Staring down, she admired Steve's hooded and bound body. Slowly and delicately, she began stroking his member with her foot.

"The pills that you were given earlier are the first dose of a hormone regiment you will receive daily. Eventually, the cumulative effects of the medication will make even the slightest touch overwhelming and the need to cum all consuming. Your cock will be endlessly straining and frustrated. I will find it a source of entertainment as your cock drips pre-cum, and I will tease and torment it as you beg me to allow you release. Perhaps, some day, I might allow it...but it will be at a price."

Even now Steve could feel it. Enhanced by the drugs, he strained against the soft, stretchy material and every inch of his throbbing cock was visible through the tiny, red brief. The sensation was like nothing Steve had ever experienced before and after just a few minutes, he was desperate for orgasm. Forcing his hips up and forward, he tried in a frenzy to achieve more contact with Michelle's foot. Each time he got closer, she pulled away, just barely out of reach. Instead of affording him any satisfaction, she tortured him further, using her silky, stocking foot to slowly caress his thighs and chest. Michelle was clearly an expert and for what felt like an eternity, this cycle of edging was repeated. After keeping him on the brink for over an hour, she began rubbing more intensely; placing a foot on either side of his shaft, her toes tickling his most sensitive areas. Then, as he was about to burst, she stopped. His breathing was labored beneath the thick leather hood, as he pathetically begged from behind the gag. Unseen tears streamed down his face and his body glistened with sweat as he writhed and moaned in a mix of suffering and bliss. Her more aggressive and relentless denial continued for another hour until, one final time, as he approached the threshold of orgasm, she withdrew her feet.

Grinning deviously, Michelle crossed over to the limo's mini bar and picked up the ice bucket. Looking inside, she could see that some had melted. Steve was still uselessly thrusting at the air, in the area where her foot had been, when she began pouring the freezing water over his body. His stunned cry was stifled to a soft whimper as he thrashed in his bonds, trying frantically to escape the frigid assault. She let out a little snicker, when she scooped out a handful of ice, knowing what was about to come next. Stretching the now wet lycra away from his still semi-erect cock, she shoved the frozen handful into his skimpy brief, before allowing it to snap uncomfortably back into place. He fought wildly against the bitter cold and unyielding steel; but his restricted breathing and tangible futility of the situation quickly reduced him to resigned sobbing.

After allowing him to suffer for several minutes, she unsympathetically exposed his now shriveled manhood. Defeated, he offered no opposition, allowing her to lock a steel ring around the base of his testicles. Despite the lingering cold, he began to stiffen again; as the band constricted his imprisoned his cock and balls. She clipped a chain lead to an attachment at the top of the ring and gave it a few rough yanks. Pleased with her handiwork, Michelle again teased him with her stocking toes. The feeling of silk directly on him, instead of over the tight spandex, was intensely stimulating and quickly he was fully erect once more. Pulling her foot away from him, she yanked the brief firmly back into place, before again filling it with a handful of ice. He shivered as the remaining contents of the bucket were poured over his chest, which had the desired effect of allowing her to more easily apply a pair of alligator clamps to his now upright nipples. The rows of teeth dug excruciatingly into his tender skin and although already painfully secured, she used the clamp's adjustment screws to tighten them further. Connected together by a "Y"-shaped chain, she ensured they were pulled taught before also fastening them to his cock ring.

Steve was freezing and in agony, his cock pleading for release, as he lay there motionless. Still sobbing under his hood, the gravity of his situation began to take hold. Why did he go to that bar or start talking to Mr. Smith? He knew all of his most intimate fantasies, which he had always been too ashamed to reveal, and it was clear that they were already being exploited. Being dominated was one of the things he both desired and feared most; and now it was becoming real. Although in the limo a beautiful woman was the one in control, it would soon be a superior man! He wasn't gay or bi - was he - and if this was how strict the first few hours of his captivity were, what would the next year be like? His mind reeling, he hadn't even realized that they had stopped.

Smith's voice echoed through the headphones: "Your suffering...has only just begun".