BOYTOY gripped the handles as each blow made him flinch, hurt and get hard. He knew they were all watching and waiting.
Long ago he had stopped hearing his name, Alan. He had been transformed, changed, converted as he submitted to his new life.
He heard the comments, muttering and laughter. Each stroke of the leather tails of his owner's flogging whip, took him on a journey to the inevitable. BOYTOY couldn't control it; his body passed some point of pain endurance and became independent of his brain.
It had happened that first weekend and became a well known story. Alan got used to friends of the man wanting to see it.
He "performed" as the man put it a few times suggesting it would be a special part of whatever party he was hosting. Then things changed and Alan became BOYTOY and "performed" whenever his Master ordered him.
The straps held his arms and legs in place but the rest of his body was kept bare, available for the flogging, riding crop, belt or whatever the man used. It had been six months since he submitted to the man...and the Master had learned how to punish him.
When his flinching became writing, the man knew to begin punishing in a new area on his body changing strokes from back to sides, or butt or thighs. BOYTOY writhed automatically, his body responding to each stroke like an animal hungry for more.
The group laughed and applauded as his back arched and his cock emitted the streams of cum the punishment had stimulated. Again and again, his body convulsed and those gathered counted each stream out loud. His record was five full streams and his cock seemed to continue to leak afterwards.
The performance became a ceremony as BOYTOY moved from the bench that held him and knelt, his mouth open. The man lifted the vessel and poured the cum down his throat.
The Christmas party show had ended and the guests clapped.
"You ok ? " more then one voice asked seeing the red marks on his back as BOYTOY walked to the bathroom as his Master commanded.
The cameras showed his image to any that wanted to watch as he pissed, showered and dried off. He was always on display. Alan was an exhibitionist, or showoff as his friends and family used to say.
College he showered without the shower curtain closed. "Advertising Alan?" his friends would kid him.
He wrestled in high school and did gymnastics. The sports clothes he wore showed off his body and he liked it.
Any chance he had to sing, dance or jackoff with others watching, he did it.
The photo that was on the living room wall was him totally naked, age 2, running through the neighborhood. Everyone should have known then he was destined to be a performer, but none would have guessed how.
"Sir" he had said unsure that first meeting. They had exchanged emails, phone conversations. He talked about the role of a slave with the man. Alan was uncertain until he had knelt in front of the man.
"From this point on, you say nothing, do nothing but obey, understand?" the man was older. His deep voice added to his projected authority. His body was wrapped in a black leather harness and his lower half covered with black leather and metal studded pouch as well as the black leather chaps.
"Yes" Alan said then prompted by the man's instruction added a "Sir".
The night wasn't wild. He sucked, did exercises, bent over on all fours for the man's cock to fuck him, He cleaned the bathroom while the man instructed him on chores. He served drinks and cooked a late night dinner for the man, remaining naked and kneeling.
The walk back to the apartment he shared gave him time to think. He hadn't been allowed to cum. A willing hand or mouth in the buses on campus would take care of that, just as he had done since being a freshman.
A senior now, he had a life ahead Allan had to think about. But during that walk, all he could think of was the sense of calm as he abandoned all will to the orders of an older man.
The weekend he returned began to make Allan wonder if this was just sexual role playing of something more.
He had arrived and been told to strip immediately. The man carried a riding crop which he used to urge Allan to move this way or that. He washed the patio window glass while the man and a friend watched him from inside. Allan cleaned the pool with instruction from the regular pool cleaner.
He was ordered to tip the man and knelt to take in the pool cleaner's cock until it showered him with sperm.
Allan sucked his Master's cock whenever he was ordered to. He sat silent on the floor near the man's feet while being ignored. He scrubbed the kitchen floor as the man struck his buttocks with the riding crop.
Then something happened that delighted the man. Allan's body convulsed and he shot loads of sperm on the floor.
"You do that all the time?" the man asked. Allan was both surprised and aroused by his own body's response to the hard cracks on his flesh.
"I think you're ready" the man ordered him to follow him. He unlocked a door and stepped down into the room that would become Allan's home.
There were chains hanging, whips, other toys were on one wall. A cell was at one end of the room and several cages stacked nearby.
There was a table with straps and dildos on it. A bench which Allan would know well eventually was in the center of the room.
"Get on it" Allan fumbled around but was soon laying on the padded bench, his legs and arms supported, his cock hanging at one end. The straps were fastened on legs, arms, back, hips and head. He couldn't move.
"Let's try this again" the whipping started. "Go ahead and yell if you need to" the man said striking his butt again and again.
Allan did yell and curse but he didn't use the word the man had given him. He was determined to show how tough he was. Then his body again did what it wanted far from his will.
"Shit kid, you're a natural" the man said seeing the semen pour from the boys cock onto the floor.
"Clean it up, in fact clean this entire room, we have a party tonight" The man said as he went upstairs "I'll be watching" he pointed upwards.
Allan saw the cameras everywhere. He was being watched and he liked it.
It was the party that night that convinced Allan he would return, maybe for the summer ahead until he found out what career might be his life.
The group was a wide definition of men and boys. Leather was everywhere. Older men, fat men, college age collar wearing men, bearded collared men, very young looking boys it was like a gay bar.
Like Allan many were naked as soon as they entered the house. Some acted like Allan had to for the man...like slaves..Others didn't. Each seemed different. He remained at the man's side, being introduced and often ignored.
The man stroked his head like a pet when he sat on the floor next to the man since he had been ordered never to sit on furniture.
He stood for inspection when the man ordered him. Hands felt his butt, balls, cock, chest, thighs and even his butthole. Alan was on display his cock hard revealing his enjoyment.
"Don't ever touch that thing, it belongs to me" the man ordered Allan's hand away from his erection at one point.
"I think he needs this" another man dressed much like his master handed something to the man.
Allan stood as the rings and sleeves were fastened to his balls and cock. It hurt as his cock was forced.
"You can piss but that's it" the man said
Allan felt the pain for sometime. His naked body, seen, fondled and used his cock wanted to go its full length. But the metal sleeve on it resisted. He had seen these devices but never worn on until then.
"The show will be in an hour" the man said "you better perform kid" he said to Allan.
As the crowd moved to the basement, Allan heard sounds of others like him being tested, tortured and trying toys he would experience himself over time.
His man took him down stairs and shoved him in a cage, locking it. "Watch everything, you have much to learn"
Allan watched a guy about his age hanging from beams as two men shaved his body making him look like a child. It didn't take long and the boy's head bowed as another boy dressed in leather jacket and cap shaved his head.
The three pissed on the bowing shaved kid and others joined them, drenching the boy.
Allan's man aimed a hose to wash the piss soaked kid and declared he was now a slave and asked who would claim him. It was a kind of ceremony when the leather jacketed guy put a collar round the boy and locked it in place. The key was on a chain which the guy put around his own neck.
The group applauded. The boy remained at his new Master's side from that point on. He sucked cock, was fucked using a dildo and treated like a dog by the guy. It mesmerized Allan, keeping his cock straining at its confinement.
"YOU HERE" his man ordered. Allan saw the man holding a cat of nine tails as the bench was moved in the center of the room.
To his surprise the cage door wasn't locked allowing him to exit.
"On your hands and knees boy" the man ordered while others chuckled and watched Allan's humiliating dog walk to the bench.
"Up" the man said like a lion trainer. And Allan moved into position. He knew what was about to happen. He wasn't looking forward to the pain but Allan knew the others would expect him to obey the man...as they watched.
Cameras would record his obedience and suffering.
Allan closed his eyes as his legs and arms were strapped tight. This time his body wasn't strapped to the bench.
The first hit hurt like hell. Allan couldn't help but react.
"Shut it boy" the man said to him. Allan clenched his mouth shut intent on obeying the man. If he could last long enough, he knew his body would take him to that place he had experienced hours ago..And the pain would become something else.
Each strand of the whip hurt, tickled and aroused at the same time.
"Release it" the man said. Allan didn't know what to do. But he felt hands unlocking and letting his cock free. It grew harder immediately as fresh air brushed across it. But Allan's relief didn't last long as the whipping resumed, fast and all over his bare skin.
He squirmed, flinched and suffered each hit. Sounds from his throat were stifled as much as he could. Allan heard voices remarking and talking, even some laughter as his cock displayed his enjoyment of the pain the man was instilling in him.
Then it happened again. His mind seemed to enter a trance, his body seemed to stop flinching but squirmed and the fire in his balls seemed to grow until his entire body felt like it was going to explode.
When his body decided it wanted to, Allan gasped as the hot juices inside him flowed like a continuous river out his cock. It burned the tip of his cock. The first one was a steady pouring, then his body convulsed and several pumping muscles forced out more delighting the crowd and draining Allan.
He was exhausted and lay there collapsed on the bench. The whip handle entered him and hung there, its strands felt on his bare ass as they hung there.
Eventually he heard the applause and comments about his body's actions.
"Next" someone said and Allan felt hands releasing him.
"Get to your cage boy" his man said. Allan looked up and the man was looking stern and smiling. His wink told Allan he had performed well.
Allan crouched in the cage which the man locked with a flourish and showed Allan the key. "You're mine" he said as the key was stuffed in a vest pocket.
Allan watched as others like him were punished, whipped, paddled and suffered. None exploded like he had. Some were milked and made to drink their sperm, but no cocks shot without a hand.
The next morning, Allan and two other naked slaves had to clean up the playroom. One slave whispered to him "You're lucky man, we don't have a dungeon" he said.
They knew their men were watching them upstairs thanks to the camera. Allan wanted to suck them or be fucked by them.
Instead he served the brunch to the masters with the two other naked slave boys including the shaven collared one he had watched the night before.
"Pool, 25 laps each" one of the Masters said. Allan looked at his man and he nodded approval.
Each boy swam until their bodies could hardly finish the task. The collared boy completed the task first. Allan noted he had more experience then he or the other boy. Allan's turn came and he barely finished the task.
They returned and got on their knees to milk their Masters until each held a glad of cum. Then on their own hands and knees they were milked by their masters. And as a treat, they were allowed to drink the glasses of sperm for a treat.
"When you're ready you can call" the man said pointing to the bag of clothes Allan had worn when he came the past Friday.
He walked back to the apartment. There was only two months left till graduation. His parents would have loved to see him receive the long talked about diploma but their divorce and his mothers subsequent suicide prevented that. He hadn't talked to his father since then, two years ago.
Allan felt alone suddenly. His roommates each had their own plans for the years ahead. Allan had none. He was going to be totally alone.
The memories of the weekend were stimulated by his sore joints, the healing wounds and his gut which ached by the orgasms each unique.
Among the memories was the sight of the boy who was shaven, pissed on and claimed by another guy as his slave. He began to want that to happen to him.
Classes came and went; papers had to be written, tests taken. Allan swam each day to calm himself down and there he saw someone he recognized.
"Hey" he said. "Kenny" the guy said. Allan thought he recognized him but seeing him put the collar around his neck in the locker room confirmed it.
"I uh saw you at the party months ago" Allan said.
"Yea I've seen you around, didn't know if you know, you wanted to talk with me wearing this" he pointed to the collar.
"So you're into that all the time?" Allan said.
"24/7. Master lets me come for classes and stuff, but live there since before the time you saw me submit" Kenny said.
They talked as they walked across campus. "Want to come over? I'll ask Master if it's ok"
Allan arrived on Sunday. There was little time to play since that weekend at the man he got to know. But dinner at Kenny's Master's house didn't take him away from cramming.
"Hi" the handsome man looked as young as he. "I'm Sheldon"
Allan shaked his hand realizing he was the leather clad master he had seen abusing Kenny and putting the collar around his neck.
"So my boy says you're new to all this" he said leading Allan inside. He saw Kenny in the kitchen working and wanted to say hi but Sheldon led him to the backyard.
"We enjoy the place. Mark and me." He said. Allan wasn't sure who Mark was until a guy emerged from the pool. He was tall, hairy and naked.
"Hey Mark this is the guy you know from the party" Sheldon shook the wet hand.
"So Master Gladstone's boy" he smiled. Allan realized he was talking about Michael the man who had played master to him.
"Uh sometimes" Allan said.
"Oh? I thought you were his slave boy from the way you uh you know exploded at the party"
"It's something that just happened" Allan shrugged.
The three sat outside as Kenny arrived delivering food. He kept his eyes looking downward.
"Hey great omelets" Allan said loud as if to say it to Kenny.
"He can't talk" Sheldon said "one of the rules"
Allan remembered that was a rule when he acted like a slaveboy.
"BOY" Sheldon yelled and Kenny appeared as if by magic, kneeling next to his Master.
"You may converse with our guest"
"Thank you Sir. Glad you liked the food" he said to Allan. They talked awhile among the four like friends except Kenny remained on his knees.
"I see you like this guy" Sheldon said to the boy. His cock had hardened.
"You sure you're not owned by Mike yet?" he asked Allan.
"No, nothing like that. Did that you know weekend but not sure about the future"
"Then strip boy NOW" Sheldon stood and turned stern.
"What?" Allan said.
"Looks like we have two slaves this afternoon buddy" Sheldon said to Mark "what shall we do with them?"
"Let's have them entertain us" Mark stood too "Boy get me the dildo" he said to Kenny who disappeared.
Allan still wasn't sure what to do.
"STRIP BOY NOW" Sheldon said.
Allan began to obey then relaxed as he submitted to the two men. He was naked.
"Hmm still furry, I guess you haven't submitted yet. But you will obey, without a word until we say otherwise understood?" Sheldon's hands were on Allan's head.
"Yes Sir" Allan said submitting.
The sex was fun. He and Kenny were told what to do to each other first until their cocks were drained.
Then they each received the two men in their butts while they sucked the other one. Allan watched first then did as he saw Kenny do.
The dildo fit between them and deep inside as each nursed on one of the men's cocks.
The swim refreshed Allan as he stood naked.
Kenny was ordered to soap his body and rinse it while the two men sat talking, drinking and watching.
"We thought about trying to imitate Mike" Sheldon said slapping Kenny's ass with a riding crop "but I know you have to get back to exam work..So does my boy here" the loud crack sound didn't even make Kenny jump.
Allan thanked his two hosts and said goodbye to Kenny who was allowed to nod and smile.
Graduation suddenly came upon him. Allan stood in his cap and gown with the others while family and friends applauded.
He shook hands from classmates but knew there was no family there to see him.
"Excellent congratulations" Mike appeared. Allan hardly recognized him in his shirt and tie. But the leather vest was recognizable.
"I uh didn't know you'd be here" Allan said glad to see someone he knew.
"Wouldn't miss it, the others are here too"
Kenny appeared. His collar was still in place above the black tee shirt he wore. Mark and Sheldon were behind him.
Allan shook hands all around and posed for photos. He felt like a family had indeed come to see him graduate.
"Next year I'll come see you up there" he said to Kenny "if I'm around that is".
"So boy" Mike put his arm around Allan's shoulder as they walked, "what's it going to be Army, Marines, Grad School or my basement?" he didn't laugh though Allan thought it was a joke.
"Serve me for a summer and see where you're heads at".
Allan packed his apartment belongings. The boxes and suitcases he carried to the car.
Mike drove to the storage unit where they were all stacked.
"STRIP HERE BOY" he was ordered to begin the summer of training he had decided to try.
The door was locked and Allan walked totally naked without any belongings to the man's car..The summer began.
It was the Halloween when he decided. Summer had ended and two months later he was still naked and doing what Mike said. He addressed the man as MASTER by that time.
As many gathered in the well known playroom, Allan went bout his duties and suffered the experimentation his MASTER and others did on him and other slaves.
Slave Kenny was there as usual.
Allan stood when his MASTER signaled and he went to the center of the room, while Kenny and others prepared him.
He'd soon be shaven smooth head to toe, marked by his MASTER's piss and others as he acted out his life decision to be Allan no more. He would be property owned by another man, the man he would always call MASTER.
"You are now called BOYTOY" the man said putting the collar with an engraved metal name tag around his neck. The lock snapped closed and he saw the key chain dangling from his owner's neck.
"Now it's time for you to perform for the first time as my slave" the man pointed to the bench where Allan would entertain all once again.
After all he loved being watched almost as much as being owned.
Alan had found a home, a family and a life.