Matt Forest was beginning to feel the burn. He'd been running for about
an hour, but he'd been pushing himself a little harder than usual because he
wanted to finish early. He could feel the sweat running down the back of
his neck, between his shoulder blades, down the small of his back, slightly
lubricating his ass checks as it continued down his crack and legs. He'd
just come around the corner of the park when he noticed his unofficial fan
club. There they were, about five women standing on the upper plaza of
one
of the major downtown buildings. Evidently it was a cigarette break. Each
of the ladies was holding a cigarette, which qualified them for this break,
but none of them were smoking, at least not cigarettes. However, their eyes
were smoldering as they watched Matt run from the park across the plaza,
to the next intersection.
Matt smiled and blushed a little as he looked down and away. He knew
why they were looking, he looked good. Or at least he looked a lot better
than he had eight months ago when he started this regimen of two-a-days,
working out at the gym first thing in the morning, then hitting the streets
for a run during the lunch hour. He'd always been nice looking, but a
little beefy. About a year ago he'd decided this was the time, now or
never. He went on a strict diet and began exercising in earnest.
Apparently, he was succeeding and not just in the eyes of the women in
the plaza. Just the other day a man had stopped him during his run and
asked him if he was a model or had ever done any modeling. Matt was
flattered and a little shocked, no one had ever approached him like that
before, and it had been kind of exciting. Anyway, the man had given Matt
his card and told him to call him if he ever wanted to make some extra
money, he would be glad to represent him.
Matt was flattered, but he knew he would never make the call for the
same reason he was blushing as he ran across the plaza in front of the
women starring at him. Matt was actually a very shy, private person. He
always had been. Making this decision to get in really good shape had been
mostly for him and to boost his confidence as he tried to meet people. Well
the people were beginning to notice, but Matt didn't feel that much more
confident, at least not yet, he hoped it would still come.
All this was going through Matt's mind as he took his shortcut through
an alley to the next leg of his run. He had just made his turn into the
alley when he noticed a big limousine blocking the alley about thirty yards
ahead. He was thinking about how he was going to get around the limo
when the back door opened and the modeling agent got out of the car. Well
this was definitely the wrong way to approach Matt. Stopping him once on
the street was one thing, but this was like stalking, and Matt didn't really
appreciate it.
He was just about to work his way around the limo when the guy said,
"Hey Matt, how's the run today? I know this is a bit inconvenient, but I
have my boss with me today, and he wanted to say hello and encourage you
to call. Could you just take a minute and say hello?"
By the time the guy finished this little speech Matt had already started
running in place. Matt was annoyed, but he was also somewhat flattered, so
he thought what the hell, I'll say hi to this guy and be on my way. So Matt
moved over to the open door to stick his head in and say "hi," and tell him
politely that he really wasn't interested in a modeling career. But as Matt
leaned his head into the car he felt something cold and hard as steel
pressing against the side of his torso. The change of events took him
completely by surprise and he became flustered, saying only, "hey, what
the?"
The man holding the gun in Matt's side spoke in a voice as cold and hard
as the steel he felt pressed against him, telling Matt to get into the car,
and without waiting for a response on his part began to push him firmly onto
the floor of the car. With the gun still in place Matt felt his right wrist
being pulled high up behind his back, pinning him to the floor. he felt and
heard a metal click around his wrist, and was trying to get some leverage to
resist when he felt his other wrist being pulled savagely into place, and
heard another clicking sound. Just as Matt began to protest the man
backhanded Matt, driving him even further against the floor of the limo.
That quickly, his world had changed. In less than ten seconds Matt had gone
from standing at the door of the limo to being handcuffed and lying on its
floor.
Before Matt had any time to really protest he felt himself being lifted
up by strong hands grasping under his shoulders. He was on his knees,
facing the back seat of the limo where a distinguished looking man of about
forty-five sat calmly looking at him. The other man was now on the long
side seat behind Matt with the gun still pressed against his back. As Matt
opened his mouth to protest what was happening to him the man seated before
him struck him hard across his face with the back of his hand. The force of
the blow drove Matt off balance, and he fell to the side, so the other man
pulled Matt up again so he was once again facing the man on the back seat.
That was when Matt heard the seated man speak for the first time. "I'm
sure you're confused and have a lot of questions about what is happening to
you right now, but listen to me for a moment. Your world has just changed
and changed dramatically, and your survival in this new world depends on how well you follow the instructions I give you right now. The first reality of
your new world is that you don?t speak unless you have permission. If you
break that rule the consequences will be swift and painful. Also, when you
speak you will always refer to me as 'Sir,' do you understand what I've just
told you?"
Matt was unsure of himself and this "new reality." He felt the car
moving, but there were curtains over most of the windows so he couldn?t see where they were going. As the shock of what was happening began to where off, the anger about what was going on began to kick in. Before he realized it, he shouted, "Look, I don't know who you think you are?"
That was all he got out before the man struck him again, viciously with
the back of his hand, across Matt's face causing him to fall to the side
again, and again Matt was put back into position only to be hit hard in the
gut. He doubled over bringing himself even closer to the man in the back
seat, and the man struck him again on the other side of his face. Then the
man grabbed Matt's running shirt with both hands and pulled him up so there were eye to eye.
"You sounded brighter when Mr. Watts told me about you, but I can see
you're a little slow on the uptake. Mr. Watts, the collar if you please."
And as the man held Matt in place he could feel the man called Watts putting a kind of metal and leather strap around his neck. Matt heard it snap into place, and was surprised by the sound of finality about it.
"Now listen carefully to me boy, because I truly hate to have to repeat
myself. The world you knew is passing by the windows of this car. The world
you are entering is mine, and I can assure you I'm in complete control of my
world. Now if you want to continue to exist in any world, you had better
start paying attention to me. You speak only with permission, and only
about what I'm asking you. Do you understand me boy? Think real hard before you answer boy, it could be the last answer you ever give."
"Mr. Watts, demonstration please!"
Then Matt felt like a ring of fire had encircled his neck. He started
screaming as the pain was immediate and intense. He struggled, trying to
get his cuffed hands to his neck to get the collar off. He moved from one
knee to the other, trying to find a position in which the fire would stop,
screaming all the while, but nothing seemed to help. Then it stopped as
quickly as it began. Matt was breathing harder than he had been when he was running, and new sweat was running down his back.
As the fire around his neck subsided, Mr. Watts repositioned Matt so he
was once again facing his nemesis. The man looked at him with an intense
coldness. Matt had never experienced eyes on him like that. He was shaken to his core.
The man grasped Matt's shirt again in his fist and pulled Matt to where
their faces were only inches apart. "Well boy, I'm waiting patiently for an
answer, but I'm not use to having to wait. Do we need another demonstration boy, or do you understand what I'm telling you?"
Matt was quickly realizing that he was in a desperate situation and his
life seemed to hinge on keeping this guy happy. So until he saw an
opportunity to escape he was going to do what this man said. He looked into the man's eyes and very slowly said, "Yes Sir"....I understand."
The man seated in the back seat let out a sinister laugh as he released
Matt, and said, "If there?s one thing I'm absolutely certain of Matt
Forrest, only child of Stewart and Martha Forrest, both deceased, currently
residing in a small apartment on 81st St. because of the miserable pay you
get from a dead end job at Super Mart, it's that you don?t have any
understanding at all about what's happening to you, but at least you're
trying to please me, and that's a move in the right direction."
Matt looked up into the man's face again, startled by the use of his
name and the other personal information. How did this guy know so much
about him? His head was filled with questions, none of which he could voice
at this time because he didn't want this maniac to hit him again, or worse,
turn on that ring of fire around his neck. The man could see the confusion
on Matt's face and chuckled again.
"Do you actually think we would be at this point, in this place, without
me knowing everything I needed to know about you? What do you take me for, a fool?"
Matt doubted that he was supposed to answer that question, so he just
kept silent as the man continued to stare at him. Then the man startled
Matt by saying abruptly, "Mr. Watts, clothes!"
The next sensation Matt had was of his clothes being cut off his body.
First his shirt was simply torn off, then his running shorts were cut off
with a knife that Matt was particularly uncomfortable with in those
regions. It seemed Mr. Watts sensed his discomfort and slowly let the blade
of the knife slip upward between Matt's ass cheeks, coming finally to the
jock strap he was wearing. Like that it was gone, along with his socks and
shoes. Matt was completely naked, on his knees, with his hands cuffed
behind his back before this mad man, and was angry with himself for blushing because of his shyness.
The man in the seat smiled and leaned back. "Now," he said, "let's get
a little better acquainted. My name is irrelevant for you because you would
no more refer to me by name than you would try to fly. You will always
refer to me as 'Sir,' or 'Master.' That may sound strange to you, but
that's the reality you're living in. You are my slave in every sense of the
word that you can imagine, and I can assure you that you can't even begin to imagine the degree of control I'm talking about. I will do anything and
everything I desire to do to you, and if you're not completely clear about
the extent to which I mean that, please notice that you are naked, on your
knees, and bound before me. When I say I will do anything I want with you,
I mean just that."
Matt's mind was racing, this was madness. Things like this simply
didn't happen in the world today, slavery, no, it was impossible. When he
realized that this man intended to use him for sexual purposes he blurted
out without thinking, "but I'm not gay!" Then he screamed as his neck
caught on fire again. And again, he contorted his body, trying to get at
that collar, but of course, that was impossible. It continued to burn for a
moment longer, then again, as before, it stopped. He could feel his heart
racing as he tried to get his breathing under control.
Matt was physically exhausted and emotionally terrified. He was now
lying on his side on the floor of the limo, breathing fast and beginning to
cry a little from the pain. Once again, hands grabbed him from behind and
set him back on his knees before his nightmare.
"I don't want to have to keep repeating myself to you, so I'm going to
say this as clearly and as slowly as I can. If you speak again without
permission Mr. Watts is going to cut off one of your little toes. Please
believe me, I don't like damaging the goods that way, but I will not suffer
this kind of disobedience any further. Hear me boy, you are not to speak
without permission. Mr. Watts!"
With that, Matt could feel the blade of a knife rest against the
underside of his little toe, pressing it slightly until it was firmly
against the floor of the limo. Matt stayed as still as he could, not
wanting to put any pressure against the blade, and now Matt was certain of
one thing, if he spoke again without permission this madman would do exactly what he threatened. Matt decided he had to get control of himself and fast, or he might not make it out of this car alive.
"Now if you finally understand what I'm telling you, I want you to nod
your assent. Don't speak a word! Simply nod, or we'll begin eliminating
body parts." Matt looked at the man, continued trying to get his breathing
and his emotions under control, and nodded his understanding.
"Good," said the man, "now we'll try this again. First, I couldn't care
less about your sexual orientation. You may very well never have sex again,
at least not in the way you've thought of it. That doesn't mean others
won't use you for their sexual pleasure, but I can assure you, the act will
be decidedly one sided in its appeal." With that Matt's mind simply let go
a little bit, he didn't even want to imagine what this man might be talking
about, so he just starred in disbelief.
As the man saw his words sinking in and having an affect, he chuckled
again, and Matt realized for the first time that this man's laughter was
probably often accompanied by the pain of others, so for now, he kept quiet
and tried to conserve his energy.
The man saw a shift in Matt's demeanor and stopped chuckling at once.
He could see the strength in Matt's eyes and he relished it. Without that
strength Matt would simply not interest this man, for he knew better than
most, it was in the breaking of the spirit where the real fun lay. This boy
might prove very interesting and a lot of fun after all. Mr. Watt's had been
enthusiastic, maybe it was warranted.
Now the man sat up again and looked straight into Matt's eyes. "Okay
boy, respond to my questions but remember to begin and end each statement with 'Sir.' I'm not going to explain that any further because you've already had your extra chance."
"How tall are you boy?"
Matt looked at him, but only for a second and spoke up, "Sir, 6'2",
Sir."
"Good boy, maybe there's hope for you yet. Weight?"
"Sir, 195 pounds, Sir."
"Waist size?"
"Sir, 32", Sir."
"Chest size?"
"Sir, 46", Sir"
"With the blue eyes and blond hair you make a nice Nordic package," said
the man. With that he reached down and took Matt's ball sac into his hand.
Matt froze. Never in his life had anyone else touched him there, except for
a couple of girl friends, and they had had his enthusiastic permission. But
this! Matt actually coughed to catch the words that were coming out of his
mouth. He could feel the knife, but this guy's hands! He was rubbing Matt's
balls together like dice in his hands. Matt just looked straight ahead and
kept his mouth clamped shut. He really didn't trust himself right now, and
he couldn't afford to make another mistake.
The man could see Matt's discomfort, and relished it. He took his time,
in fact, he decided to hold on to them a little longer and begin some of the
training. 'Tell me boy, what do I have in my hand?"
Almost choking, Matt said, "Sir, my balls, Sir."
The man's hand froze and his face turned to granite as he looked into
Matt's eyes. Matt froze too, what had he done wrong, what had caused the
scowl on the man's face? Matt could tell the man wasn't happy, but had no
idea why or what he could do about it. He began to panic.
"Now listen very carefully boy, because a lot rides on your next few
words. I've tried to patiently explain to you your current situation, but
I'll try one final time. You are my slave, boy. I own everything about
you, you own nothing, you have nothing. You are naked now because I haven't seen fit to put clothes on you, but when I do, they will belong to me as well. Everything about your person or on your person belongs to me now. So I'm going to ask you one more time, and think hard smart boy before you
answer. What do I have in my hand right now?"
Matt's mind was racing, he knew this was a turning point for him and his
very life might depend on his answer. What did this guy mean, what did he
want him to say? Then the man saw awareness come into Matt's eyes. Matt
looked at the man and said very carefully, "Sir, you have your balls in your
hand, Sir."
The man smiled and began to rub what used to be Matt's balls again, and
Matt began to breathe again. "Good boy," said the man, "now tell me this,
and think hard about it boy, what can I do with my balls?"
Matt looked into the man's eyes, knowing he was having to go further
into this madness than he had wanted before trying to get out, but also
knowing he had no choice, as he said, almost choking on the words, "Sir,
they're your balls, you can do anything you want with them. Sir."
Now the man seemed genuinely pleased and his face even seemed to relax a little, but the change was fleeting. As his face hardened again, Matt could feel the man's hand closing on his balls like a vice. The pain was
unimaginable. Matt thought his neck had hurt, but this, it was horrific,
and Matt steeled himself so as not to say anything. However, a groaning
began to come involuntarily out of his throat as he also began to double
over in agony, instinctively trying with his body movement to get his balls
out of this sadist's hand, but it didn't work. The man held Matt's balls
firmly and pulled them even closer to him as he continued to apply
pressure. Matt felt as if he was going to pass out from the pain as it
seared its way through his gut. All he could do was groan and pray for this
man to decide he was satisfied with the pain he had inflicted.
For his part, the man listened to the groaning as if it were music. He
loved the sound of the pain he caused and was pleased that Matt was being
careful not to actually "say" anything. He squeezed a little harder and
heard the low guttural sound take on more urgency in a higher pitch. He was well pleased so far. This boy could be worth a fortune to him.
The man slowly released the pressure on Matt's balls. Matt felt himself
coming back from somewhere, a place where pain enveloped you and caressed you, a place he was afraid he would come to know well.
"So, let's continue," said the man, "I can see you're uncut, at least we
can thank your dead parents for that. How big are you erect boy?"
Matt looked at him in surprise. Oh God, thought Matt. Then he
stuttered, "Sir, I'm sorry Sir, but I don't know, I've never measured myself
Sir. I'm sorry Sir, I'm very sorry Sir." Matt said all this with a
pleading in his voice, he didn't know what this crazy person would do
because of his ignorance.
"You don't know how big you are erect boy? I've never heard of anything
like it. Your 26 years old and you've never measured yourself before," the
man said incredulously. Mr. Watts can you imagine such a thing?"
"No Doctor, I can't," said Mr. Watts. "Never heard of such a thing, but
I'll be glad to make him hard and measure him for you if you want that
information right now, Sir."
"No," said the man as he again chuckled to himself, knowing this boy was
telling the truth and amazed to find someone this good looking who had never preened or measured or probably even played with himself in front of a
mirror. This was really too delicious thought the man.
"Judging from what I can see," said the man as he played a little with
Matt's dick, "I estimate he'll be a respectable 8 or 9 inches, maybe more.
Besides, most of our customers really aren't that interested in that
particular feature, but then some....."
Matt found himself thinking about what he had just heard, "customers."
What was happening to him? What was going on? What hell and he been
transported to?
Matt's reverie was cut short as he heard the man's next words. "Okay
boy, that's enough information for now. I know this has been hard on you,
and it's about to get much worse, but nothing can be done about that,
obligations being what they are. "Mr. Watts, there's the little matter of
your bonus."
"Yes Sir," said Watts, "there is indeed."
"Well get him ready," said the man.
And with no more preparation than that, Matt felt himself being turned
around and pushed face down on the floor of the limo. A noose attached to
the floor was put around his neck and secured. A similar noose secured his
feet to the floor. He was stretched out flat on his stomach on the floor of
this limo, and he was as helpless as a new born baby. That's when he heard
the deep tones of the man's voice again.
"Now boy, Mr. Watts always gets first privileges because he finds my
boys, and he does a very good job, so I like keeping him happy." Matt could
barely make out what looked like Mr. Watts undoing his pants, taking them
off and folding them neatly on the side seat. "And you need to know that
Mr. Watts is not to gentle, put plainly, he likes it rough and since this is
Mr. Watts' bonus, that's the way he's going to get it." Matt felt the
weight of Mr. Watts as he began to mount his backside. "And one of the
things Mr. Watts really likes is hearing the results of his endeavors on the
boys fortunate enough to find themselves with him. So boy, for the duration
of Mr. Watts' bonus, you have permission to speak freely. Say anything you
like. Plead, beg, cry out, whatever, but I should warn you, it will only be
music to Mr. Watts' ears.
With that Matt felt Watts' hand come down between his butt cheeks. He
had some kind of lubricant on his fingers because Matt could feel it being
rubbed over his asshole. "That's not for you boy, it's for my pleasure. I
want to be able to slip in and out smoothly while I enjoy your beautiful
ass," Watts said laughingly.
Matt then felt something that he thought only doctors did to a man, and
then, only reluctantly. He felt a moist finger, then another, move into and
out of his asshole. Then Watts actually moved his fingers in a circular
motion, stretching Matt's asshole further then he'd known was possible.
Matt began to scream, begging Watts to take his fingers out.
"Now boy, this here is one of your fuck holes," said Watts, "and I don't
mind saying, it's a nice tight one Doctor. One might even surmise a
'cherry' one. Doctor, I think we may have ourselves a genuine virgin here.
What you say boy, you ever been fucked before."
Matt continued screaming, "Please....please....don't do
this....please....I have some money....please don't," he begged.
"Really Mr. Watts, a 'cherry,'" the man said chuckling, "well this IS
bonus isn't it."
"Please," Matt continued screaming, "please....I can get you whatever
you want."
Then Matt heard Mr. Watts laughingly say, "Well boy, I appreciate the
offer, but I've already got what I want," and Watts proceeded to press his
engorged cock against the sweet "cherry" door.
"NO!!...NO!!..., "cried Matt, as he felt the head of Watts' dick begin
to open his ass. Then Matt's words became somewhat unintelligible as he
continued to beg for mercy from a man who had never understood the concept.
"No...PLEASE."
Then Matt jerked his head up suddenly against the noose as he felt and
heard the "CRACK" of a slap by Watts' hand on Matt's ass cheek. The pain
almost distracted him from the pain he was beginning to experience in his
asshole. He had never felt anything like it. It was like he was being torn
apart from the inside. He could feel a massive object entering him...trying
to become a part of him in an unnatural way. He continued to scream and
Watts continued to slap his ass and back with the flat of his hand.
"I actually prefer a nice rosy red ass before I start, but we can make
do under the present cir
stances, hey my little fag boy, parading this
nice ass out in public and not expecting someone to grab it is just plain
stupid if you ask me," Watts said as he continued to slap Matt's ass and
back viciously. The pain from that alone would have brought tears to Matt's
eyes, but it was peripheral to the pain he was experiencing in his asshole.
"NO!!!....screamed Matt, "PLEASE!!!
DON"T!!...PLEASE!!...STOP!!...PLEASE!!....I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING." He was
really crying now. Matt had entered Hell. He knew it now with absolute
certainty as he felt this thing, this huge, hardened thing, continue to
slide in and out of his ass. He had never felt anything like it. Never
imagined anything like it as he continued to scream and Watts continued to
slap him, and fuck him, and then Matt felt Watts' full weight on him. Watts
was in...all the way in, and his mouth was just next to Matt's right ear.
"Okay sweet boy, who's too good to call me about work. Here's your
job boy, you're gonna be my dump. It's not a very difficult job and I
think you'll excel at it just by lying here. I?' gonna fill your ass with
, and guess what sweet boy, I can stay hard and stay inside you and
several times. So the only relief you'll feel is me pulling my dick out,
but then I'll be cramming it right back in again for some more pleasure.
It's your own fault boy, for having such a great feeling, tight asshole.
What do you say boy, ready to go where only real men have gone before,
and with that Watts let out a yelp and began to fuck Matt's virgin ass in
earnest.
Matt thought it had been bad a moment ago, it was nothing compared to
now as Watts began to get his stride. His thrusts were hard and furious as
Watts enjoyed the wonderful and unique feeling of his raging cock slipping
in and out of that wonderfully tight, moist asshole. Watts would bring his
dick almost completely out, actually seeing the base of his mushroomed
shape head, then he would ram his dick all the way back in, pressing his
balls into the warmth of that soft ass. Each thrust brought new screams
from this prize, virgin ass. It all excited Mr. Watts even more, if that were
possible. God this ass felt good, so tight, so warm. Mr. Watts had been
anticipating this and was ready in several ways. He knew he would
fairly soon, but he also knew that he would stay inside this sweet boy's
asshole and ride him several more times. The Doc was really good about
this, even enjoyed the spectacle, so Watts knew he could take his time and
enjoy himself, and that seemed only right. Someone should be enjoying
himself in this situation, and by the sounds of it, it certainly wasn't this
boy, Watts thought, as he chuckled to himself, enjoying every moment of
this.
Just as he thought would be the case, Watts began to in a few more
minutes, and felt the pleasure of this sweet boy's ass as rope after rope of
his began to shoot deep inside it. He rested for a minute lying on
Matt's sweating back, whispering "sweet nothings" into his ear as the boy
continued to cry and beg. Mr. Watts would two more times to the
sound of Matt's crying and pleas for mercy. But there was no mercy in Hell,
and as Matt continued to beg for it he felt his ass being torn open by this
sadist, and the car continued to journey into regions of Hell Matt had never
imagined, but they were there. He knew that now because he was exploring
them. Soon Matt would find out just how large and how deep, Hell could be.
an hour, but he'd been pushing himself a little harder than usual because he
wanted to finish early. He could feel the sweat running down the back of
his neck, between his shoulder blades, down the small of his back, slightly
lubricating his ass checks as it continued down his crack and legs. He'd
just come around the corner of the park when he noticed his unofficial fan
club. There they were, about five women standing on the upper plaza of
one
of the major downtown buildings. Evidently it was a cigarette break. Each
of the ladies was holding a cigarette, which qualified them for this break,
but none of them were smoking, at least not cigarettes. However, their eyes
were smoldering as they watched Matt run from the park across the plaza,
to the next intersection.
Matt smiled and blushed a little as he looked down and away. He knew
why they were looking, he looked good. Or at least he looked a lot better
than he had eight months ago when he started this regimen of two-a-days,
working out at the gym first thing in the morning, then hitting the streets
for a run during the lunch hour. He'd always been nice looking, but a
little beefy. About a year ago he'd decided this was the time, now or
never. He went on a strict diet and began exercising in earnest.
Apparently, he was succeeding and not just in the eyes of the women in
the plaza. Just the other day a man had stopped him during his run and
asked him if he was a model or had ever done any modeling. Matt was
flattered and a little shocked, no one had ever approached him like that
before, and it had been kind of exciting. Anyway, the man had given Matt
his card and told him to call him if he ever wanted to make some extra
money, he would be glad to represent him.
Matt was flattered, but he knew he would never make the call for the
same reason he was blushing as he ran across the plaza in front of the
women starring at him. Matt was actually a very shy, private person. He
always had been. Making this decision to get in really good shape had been
mostly for him and to boost his confidence as he tried to meet people. Well
the people were beginning to notice, but Matt didn't feel that much more
confident, at least not yet, he hoped it would still come.
All this was going through Matt's mind as he took his shortcut through
an alley to the next leg of his run. He had just made his turn into the
alley when he noticed a big limousine blocking the alley about thirty yards
ahead. He was thinking about how he was going to get around the limo
when the back door opened and the modeling agent got out of the car. Well
this was definitely the wrong way to approach Matt. Stopping him once on
the street was one thing, but this was like stalking, and Matt didn't really
appreciate it.
He was just about to work his way around the limo when the guy said,
"Hey Matt, how's the run today? I know this is a bit inconvenient, but I
have my boss with me today, and he wanted to say hello and encourage you
to call. Could you just take a minute and say hello?"
By the time the guy finished this little speech Matt had already started
running in place. Matt was annoyed, but he was also somewhat flattered, so
he thought what the hell, I'll say hi to this guy and be on my way. So Matt
moved over to the open door to stick his head in and say "hi," and tell him
politely that he really wasn't interested in a modeling career. But as Matt
leaned his head into the car he felt something cold and hard as steel
pressing against the side of his torso. The change of events took him
completely by surprise and he became flustered, saying only, "hey, what
the?"
The man holding the gun in Matt's side spoke in a voice as cold and hard
as the steel he felt pressed against him, telling Matt to get into the car,
and without waiting for a response on his part began to push him firmly onto
the floor of the car. With the gun still in place Matt felt his right wrist
being pulled high up behind his back, pinning him to the floor. he felt and
heard a metal click around his wrist, and was trying to get some leverage to
resist when he felt his other wrist being pulled savagely into place, and
heard another clicking sound. Just as Matt began to protest the man
backhanded Matt, driving him even further against the floor of the limo.
That quickly, his world had changed. In less than ten seconds Matt had gone
from standing at the door of the limo to being handcuffed and lying on its
floor.
Before Matt had any time to really protest he felt himself being lifted
up by strong hands grasping under his shoulders. He was on his knees,
facing the back seat of the limo where a distinguished looking man of about
forty-five sat calmly looking at him. The other man was now on the long
side seat behind Matt with the gun still pressed against his back. As Matt
opened his mouth to protest what was happening to him the man seated before
him struck him hard across his face with the back of his hand. The force of
the blow drove Matt off balance, and he fell to the side, so the other man
pulled Matt up again so he was once again facing the man on the back seat.
That was when Matt heard the seated man speak for the first time. "I'm
sure you're confused and have a lot of questions about what is happening to
you right now, but listen to me for a moment. Your world has just changed
and changed dramatically, and your survival in this new world depends on how well you follow the instructions I give you right now. The first reality of
your new world is that you don?t speak unless you have permission. If you
break that rule the consequences will be swift and painful. Also, when you
speak you will always refer to me as 'Sir,' do you understand what I've just
told you?"
Matt was unsure of himself and this "new reality." He felt the car
moving, but there were curtains over most of the windows so he couldn?t see where they were going. As the shock of what was happening began to where off, the anger about what was going on began to kick in. Before he realized it, he shouted, "Look, I don't know who you think you are?"
That was all he got out before the man struck him again, viciously with
the back of his hand, across Matt's face causing him to fall to the side
again, and again Matt was put back into position only to be hit hard in the
gut. He doubled over bringing himself even closer to the man in the back
seat, and the man struck him again on the other side of his face. Then the
man grabbed Matt's running shirt with both hands and pulled him up so there were eye to eye.
"You sounded brighter when Mr. Watts told me about you, but I can see
you're a little slow on the uptake. Mr. Watts, the collar if you please."
And as the man held Matt in place he could feel the man called Watts putting a kind of metal and leather strap around his neck. Matt heard it snap into place, and was surprised by the sound of finality about it.
"Now listen carefully to me boy, because I truly hate to have to repeat
myself. The world you knew is passing by the windows of this car. The world
you are entering is mine, and I can assure you I'm in complete control of my
world. Now if you want to continue to exist in any world, you had better
start paying attention to me. You speak only with permission, and only
about what I'm asking you. Do you understand me boy? Think real hard before you answer boy, it could be the last answer you ever give."
"Mr. Watts, demonstration please!"
Then Matt felt like a ring of fire had encircled his neck. He started
screaming as the pain was immediate and intense. He struggled, trying to
get his cuffed hands to his neck to get the collar off. He moved from one
knee to the other, trying to find a position in which the fire would stop,
screaming all the while, but nothing seemed to help. Then it stopped as
quickly as it began. Matt was breathing harder than he had been when he was running, and new sweat was running down his back.
As the fire around his neck subsided, Mr. Watts repositioned Matt so he
was once again facing his nemesis. The man looked at him with an intense
coldness. Matt had never experienced eyes on him like that. He was shaken to his core.
The man grasped Matt's shirt again in his fist and pulled Matt to where
their faces were only inches apart. "Well boy, I'm waiting patiently for an
answer, but I'm not use to having to wait. Do we need another demonstration boy, or do you understand what I'm telling you?"
Matt was quickly realizing that he was in a desperate situation and his
life seemed to hinge on keeping this guy happy. So until he saw an
opportunity to escape he was going to do what this man said. He looked into the man's eyes and very slowly said, "Yes Sir"....I understand."
The man seated in the back seat let out a sinister laugh as he released
Matt, and said, "If there?s one thing I'm absolutely certain of Matt
Forrest, only child of Stewart and Martha Forrest, both deceased, currently
residing in a small apartment on 81st St. because of the miserable pay you
get from a dead end job at Super Mart, it's that you don?t have any
understanding at all about what's happening to you, but at least you're
trying to please me, and that's a move in the right direction."
Matt looked up into the man's face again, startled by the use of his
name and the other personal information. How did this guy know so much
about him? His head was filled with questions, none of which he could voice
at this time because he didn't want this maniac to hit him again, or worse,
turn on that ring of fire around his neck. The man could see the confusion
on Matt's face and chuckled again.
"Do you actually think we would be at this point, in this place, without
me knowing everything I needed to know about you? What do you take me for, a fool?"
Matt doubted that he was supposed to answer that question, so he just
kept silent as the man continued to stare at him. Then the man startled
Matt by saying abruptly, "Mr. Watts, clothes!"
The next sensation Matt had was of his clothes being cut off his body.
First his shirt was simply torn off, then his running shorts were cut off
with a knife that Matt was particularly uncomfortable with in those
regions. It seemed Mr. Watts sensed his discomfort and slowly let the blade
of the knife slip upward between Matt's ass cheeks, coming finally to the
jock strap he was wearing. Like that it was gone, along with his socks and
shoes. Matt was completely naked, on his knees, with his hands cuffed
behind his back before this mad man, and was angry with himself for blushing because of his shyness.
The man in the seat smiled and leaned back. "Now," he said, "let's get
a little better acquainted. My name is irrelevant for you because you would
no more refer to me by name than you would try to fly. You will always
refer to me as 'Sir,' or 'Master.' That may sound strange to you, but
that's the reality you're living in. You are my slave in every sense of the
word that you can imagine, and I can assure you that you can't even begin to imagine the degree of control I'm talking about. I will do anything and
everything I desire to do to you, and if you're not completely clear about
the extent to which I mean that, please notice that you are naked, on your
knees, and bound before me. When I say I will do anything I want with you,
I mean just that."
Matt's mind was racing, this was madness. Things like this simply
didn't happen in the world today, slavery, no, it was impossible. When he
realized that this man intended to use him for sexual purposes he blurted
out without thinking, "but I'm not gay!" Then he screamed as his neck
caught on fire again. And again, he contorted his body, trying to get at
that collar, but of course, that was impossible. It continued to burn for a
moment longer, then again, as before, it stopped. He could feel his heart
racing as he tried to get his breathing under control.
Matt was physically exhausted and emotionally terrified. He was now
lying on his side on the floor of the limo, breathing fast and beginning to
cry a little from the pain. Once again, hands grabbed him from behind and
set him back on his knees before his nightmare.
"I don't want to have to keep repeating myself to you, so I'm going to
say this as clearly and as slowly as I can. If you speak again without
permission Mr. Watts is going to cut off one of your little toes. Please
believe me, I don't like damaging the goods that way, but I will not suffer
this kind of disobedience any further. Hear me boy, you are not to speak
without permission. Mr. Watts!"
With that, Matt could feel the blade of a knife rest against the
underside of his little toe, pressing it slightly until it was firmly
against the floor of the limo. Matt stayed as still as he could, not
wanting to put any pressure against the blade, and now Matt was certain of
one thing, if he spoke again without permission this madman would do exactly what he threatened. Matt decided he had to get control of himself and fast, or he might not make it out of this car alive.
"Now if you finally understand what I'm telling you, I want you to nod
your assent. Don't speak a word! Simply nod, or we'll begin eliminating
body parts." Matt looked at the man, continued trying to get his breathing
and his emotions under control, and nodded his understanding.
"Good," said the man, "now we'll try this again. First, I couldn't care
less about your sexual orientation. You may very well never have sex again,
at least not in the way you've thought of it. That doesn't mean others
won't use you for their sexual pleasure, but I can assure you, the act will
be decidedly one sided in its appeal." With that Matt's mind simply let go
a little bit, he didn't even want to imagine what this man might be talking
about, so he just starred in disbelief.
As the man saw his words sinking in and having an affect, he chuckled
again, and Matt realized for the first time that this man's laughter was
probably often accompanied by the pain of others, so for now, he kept quiet
and tried to conserve his energy.
The man saw a shift in Matt's demeanor and stopped chuckling at once.
He could see the strength in Matt's eyes and he relished it. Without that
strength Matt would simply not interest this man, for he knew better than
most, it was in the breaking of the spirit where the real fun lay. This boy
might prove very interesting and a lot of fun after all. Mr. Watt's had been
enthusiastic, maybe it was warranted.
Now the man sat up again and looked straight into Matt's eyes. "Okay
boy, respond to my questions but remember to begin and end each statement with 'Sir.' I'm not going to explain that any further because you've already had your extra chance."
"How tall are you boy?"
Matt looked at him, but only for a second and spoke up, "Sir, 6'2",
Sir."
"Good boy, maybe there's hope for you yet. Weight?"
"Sir, 195 pounds, Sir."
"Waist size?"
"Sir, 32", Sir."
"Chest size?"
"Sir, 46", Sir"
"With the blue eyes and blond hair you make a nice Nordic package," said
the man. With that he reached down and took Matt's ball sac into his hand.
Matt froze. Never in his life had anyone else touched him there, except for
a couple of girl friends, and they had had his enthusiastic permission. But
this! Matt actually coughed to catch the words that were coming out of his
mouth. He could feel the knife, but this guy's hands! He was rubbing Matt's
balls together like dice in his hands. Matt just looked straight ahead and
kept his mouth clamped shut. He really didn't trust himself right now, and
he couldn't afford to make another mistake.
The man could see Matt's discomfort, and relished it. He took his time,
in fact, he decided to hold on to them a little longer and begin some of the
training. 'Tell me boy, what do I have in my hand?"
Almost choking, Matt said, "Sir, my balls, Sir."
The man's hand froze and his face turned to granite as he looked into
Matt's eyes. Matt froze too, what had he done wrong, what had caused the
scowl on the man's face? Matt could tell the man wasn't happy, but had no
idea why or what he could do about it. He began to panic.
"Now listen very carefully boy, because a lot rides on your next few
words. I've tried to patiently explain to you your current situation, but
I'll try one final time. You are my slave, boy. I own everything about
you, you own nothing, you have nothing. You are naked now because I haven't seen fit to put clothes on you, but when I do, they will belong to me as well. Everything about your person or on your person belongs to me now. So I'm going to ask you one more time, and think hard smart boy before you
answer. What do I have in my hand right now?"
Matt's mind was racing, he knew this was a turning point for him and his
very life might depend on his answer. What did this guy mean, what did he
want him to say? Then the man saw awareness come into Matt's eyes. Matt
looked at the man and said very carefully, "Sir, you have your balls in your
hand, Sir."
The man smiled and began to rub what used to be Matt's balls again, and
Matt began to breathe again. "Good boy," said the man, "now tell me this,
and think hard about it boy, what can I do with my balls?"
Matt looked into the man's eyes, knowing he was having to go further
into this madness than he had wanted before trying to get out, but also
knowing he had no choice, as he said, almost choking on the words, "Sir,
they're your balls, you can do anything you want with them. Sir."
Now the man seemed genuinely pleased and his face even seemed to relax a little, but the change was fleeting. As his face hardened again, Matt could feel the man's hand closing on his balls like a vice. The pain was
unimaginable. Matt thought his neck had hurt, but this, it was horrific,
and Matt steeled himself so as not to say anything. However, a groaning
began to come involuntarily out of his throat as he also began to double
over in agony, instinctively trying with his body movement to get his balls
out of this sadist's hand, but it didn't work. The man held Matt's balls
firmly and pulled them even closer to him as he continued to apply
pressure. Matt felt as if he was going to pass out from the pain as it
seared its way through his gut. All he could do was groan and pray for this
man to decide he was satisfied with the pain he had inflicted.
For his part, the man listened to the groaning as if it were music. He
loved the sound of the pain he caused and was pleased that Matt was being
careful not to actually "say" anything. He squeezed a little harder and
heard the low guttural sound take on more urgency in a higher pitch. He was well pleased so far. This boy could be worth a fortune to him.
The man slowly released the pressure on Matt's balls. Matt felt himself
coming back from somewhere, a place where pain enveloped you and caressed you, a place he was afraid he would come to know well.
"So, let's continue," said the man, "I can see you're uncut, at least we
can thank your dead parents for that. How big are you erect boy?"
Matt looked at him in surprise. Oh God, thought Matt. Then he
stuttered, "Sir, I'm sorry Sir, but I don't know, I've never measured myself
Sir. I'm sorry Sir, I'm very sorry Sir." Matt said all this with a
pleading in his voice, he didn't know what this crazy person would do
because of his ignorance.
"You don't know how big you are erect boy? I've never heard of anything
like it. Your 26 years old and you've never measured yourself before," the
man said incredulously. Mr. Watts can you imagine such a thing?"
"No Doctor, I can't," said Mr. Watts. "Never heard of such a thing, but
I'll be glad to make him hard and measure him for you if you want that
information right now, Sir."
"No," said the man as he again chuckled to himself, knowing this boy was
telling the truth and amazed to find someone this good looking who had never preened or measured or probably even played with himself in front of a
mirror. This was really too delicious thought the man.
"Judging from what I can see," said the man as he played a little with
Matt's dick, "I estimate he'll be a respectable 8 or 9 inches, maybe more.
Besides, most of our customers really aren't that interested in that
particular feature, but then some....."
Matt found himself thinking about what he had just heard, "customers."
What was happening to him? What was going on? What hell and he been
transported to?
Matt's reverie was cut short as he heard the man's next words. "Okay
boy, that's enough information for now. I know this has been hard on you,
and it's about to get much worse, but nothing can be done about that,
obligations being what they are. "Mr. Watts, there's the little matter of
your bonus."
"Yes Sir," said Watts, "there is indeed."
"Well get him ready," said the man.
And with no more preparation than that, Matt felt himself being turned
around and pushed face down on the floor of the limo. A noose attached to
the floor was put around his neck and secured. A similar noose secured his
feet to the floor. He was stretched out flat on his stomach on the floor of
this limo, and he was as helpless as a new born baby. That's when he heard
the deep tones of the man's voice again.
"Now boy, Mr. Watts always gets first privileges because he finds my
boys, and he does a very good job, so I like keeping him happy." Matt could
barely make out what looked like Mr. Watts undoing his pants, taking them
off and folding them neatly on the side seat. "And you need to know that
Mr. Watts is not to gentle, put plainly, he likes it rough and since this is
Mr. Watts' bonus, that's the way he's going to get it." Matt felt the
weight of Mr. Watts as he began to mount his backside. "And one of the
things Mr. Watts really likes is hearing the results of his endeavors on the
boys fortunate enough to find themselves with him. So boy, for the duration
of Mr. Watts' bonus, you have permission to speak freely. Say anything you
like. Plead, beg, cry out, whatever, but I should warn you, it will only be
music to Mr. Watts' ears.
With that Matt felt Watts' hand come down between his butt cheeks. He
had some kind of lubricant on his fingers because Matt could feel it being
rubbed over his asshole. "That's not for you boy, it's for my pleasure. I
want to be able to slip in and out smoothly while I enjoy your beautiful
ass," Watts said laughingly.
Matt then felt something that he thought only doctors did to a man, and
then, only reluctantly. He felt a moist finger, then another, move into and
out of his asshole. Then Watts actually moved his fingers in a circular
motion, stretching Matt's asshole further then he'd known was possible.
Matt began to scream, begging Watts to take his fingers out.
"Now boy, this here is one of your fuck holes," said Watts, "and I don't
mind saying, it's a nice tight one Doctor. One might even surmise a
'cherry' one. Doctor, I think we may have ourselves a genuine virgin here.
What you say boy, you ever been fucked before."
Matt continued screaming, "Please....please....don't do
this....please....I have some money....please don't," he begged.
"Really Mr. Watts, a 'cherry,'" the man said chuckling, "well this IS
bonus isn't it."
"Please," Matt continued screaming, "please....I can get you whatever
you want."
Then Matt heard Mr. Watts laughingly say, "Well boy, I appreciate the
offer, but I've already got what I want," and Watts proceeded to press his
engorged cock against the sweet "cherry" door.
"NO!!...NO!!..., "cried Matt, as he felt the head of Watts' dick begin
to open his ass. Then Matt's words became somewhat unintelligible as he
continued to beg for mercy from a man who had never understood the concept.
"No...PLEASE."
Then Matt jerked his head up suddenly against the noose as he felt and
heard the "CRACK" of a slap by Watts' hand on Matt's ass cheek. The pain
almost distracted him from the pain he was beginning to experience in his
asshole. He had never felt anything like it. It was like he was being torn
apart from the inside. He could feel a massive object entering him...trying
to become a part of him in an unnatural way. He continued to scream and
Watts continued to slap his ass and back with the flat of his hand.
"I actually prefer a nice rosy red ass before I start, but we can make
do under the present cir
stances, hey my little fag boy, parading thisnice ass out in public and not expecting someone to grab it is just plain
stupid if you ask me," Watts said as he continued to slap Matt's ass and
back viciously. The pain from that alone would have brought tears to Matt's
eyes, but it was peripheral to the pain he was experiencing in his asshole.
"NO!!!....screamed Matt, "PLEASE!!!
DON"T!!...PLEASE!!...STOP!!...PLEASE!!....I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING." He was
really crying now. Matt had entered Hell. He knew it now with absolute
certainty as he felt this thing, this huge, hardened thing, continue to
slide in and out of his ass. He had never felt anything like it. Never
imagined anything like it as he continued to scream and Watts continued to
slap him, and fuck him, and then Matt felt Watts' full weight on him. Watts
was in...all the way in, and his mouth was just next to Matt's right ear.
"Okay sweet boy, who's too good to call me about work. Here's your
job boy, you're gonna be my
dump. It's not a very difficult job and Ithink you'll excel at it just by lying here. I?' gonna fill your ass with
, and guess what sweet boy, I can stay hard and stay inside you and several times. So the only relief you'll feel is me pulling my dick out,but then I'll be cramming it right back in again for some more pleasure.
It's your own fault boy, for having such a great feeling, tight asshole.
What do you say boy, ready to go where only real men have gone before,
and with that Watts let out a yelp and began to fuck Matt's virgin ass in
earnest.
Matt thought it had been bad a moment ago, it was nothing compared to
now as Watts began to get his stride. His thrusts were hard and furious as
Watts enjoyed the wonderful and unique feeling of his raging cock slipping
in and out of that wonderfully tight, moist asshole. Watts would bring his
dick almost completely out, actually seeing the base of his mushroomed
shape head, then he would ram his dick all the way back in, pressing his
balls into the warmth of that soft ass. Each thrust brought new screams
from this prize, virgin ass. It all excited Mr. Watts even more, if that were
possible. God this ass felt good, so tight, so warm. Mr. Watts had been
anticipating this and was ready in several ways. He knew he would
fairly soon, but he also knew that he would stay inside this sweet boy's
asshole and ride him several more times. The Doc was really good about
this, even enjoyed the spectacle, so Watts knew he could take his time and
enjoy himself, and that seemed only right. Someone should be enjoying
himself in this situation, and by the sounds of it, it certainly wasn't this
boy, Watts thought, as he chuckled to himself, enjoying every moment of
this.
Just as he thought would be the case, Watts began to
in a few moreminutes, and felt the pleasure of this sweet boy's ass as rope after rope of
his
began to shoot deep inside it. He rested for a minute lying onMatt's sweating back, whispering "sweet nothings" into his ear as the boy
continued to cry and beg. Mr. Watts would
two more times to the sound of Matt's crying and pleas for mercy. But there was no mercy in Hell,
and as Matt continued to beg for it he felt his ass being torn open by this
sadist, and the car continued to journey into regions of Hell Matt had never
imagined, but they were there. He knew that now because he was exploring
them. Soon Matt would find out just how large and how deep, Hell could be.
