"So, Peter, how are you enjoying your time with my boy?" I recognized the voice of the clothed man, the Master, but how did he know my name? Oh fuck! What was going to happen now?
"Peter, you may have realized by now, that I own the apartment you are renting. Of course, I have a key and have all of your information from the rental agreement. I must say that your password on your computer was much too easy to figure out. "
I swallowed as I thought of all my information he now had access to. I was screwed. He now had all my credit card information, work e-mail, and all of my personal data.
"So, Peter, I expect that you will follow directions in every detail." He let that sink in for a bit before continuing.
"I have some friends that are looking forward to a show this afternoon. So you and my boy will return to your apartment, open all your curtains, turn on all your lights and you will be on display for them, putting on a nice exhibitionist session." He paused for a moment and then added, "Do you understand, Peter?"
I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't possibly put on a sex show for a bunch of strangers. "Peter, I am waiting for an answer. And the correct response, Peter, is Yes, Master."
I looked over at the naked man next to me and wondered how he did it. "Peter?" he said. "You certainly don't want me sending out some of the photos I have of you and my boy to the people in your e-mail lists. Both e-mail lists, Peter." He didn't say it threateningly, but he got his point across.
"Yes, Master," I said and it felt so strange to say that. It was almost funny, except for the situation I was in.
."Good, boy, Peter," he responded. "In about an hour, I want you in your apartment, all the curtains open. You will be naked at all times, and all actions will be performed in front of the windows." He paused, was I supposed to respond.
"There is a list of the actions you are to perform here in your apartment. You will comply with all of the instructions on the list. If you don't, then the boy will be punished, and e-mails will be sent to all contacts in your personal and work e-mails."
I began sweating as I realized what those pictures could show. I was thinking of what I had done with this man in front of these open windows. And know this master, he probably had cameras installed in the place. That made me think, did he have cameras in my apartment?
"Peter, be a good boy and respond when I pause," he said.
"Yes, Sir," I say. "Err, I mean, ah, Master." This felt so awkward.
"Okay, Peter, let me speak to the boy."
"Yes, Master." I would laugh, but the situation is too messed up for me to be laughing about it.
I handed the phone to the boy, who listened and responded often with "Yes, Master."
When he was finished I asked him, "So what's the plan?"
"If you don't follow the instructions on the list, I will be severely beaten and punished."
"Beaten and punished? What's the difference?" I asked.
"Beaten is with a belt or paddle or flogger and it will be used on any part of my body." I thought of his crotch and ass, and as if reading my mine, he just nodded.
"Punished is having to wear the chastity cage for a month or more, having electric shocks applied to my nuts and balls, having to smear bengay over my dick and balls, having electric probes in my ass, nuts and dick, hot wax dripped over the sensitive areas of my body, and " I stopped him, I didn't want to hear more.
"What is the worst thing that they have done to you, to punish you?" I asked. I couldn't help myself.
"They took me to a public beach, tied me up to some poles, and used a cane on me and then a cattle prod on my nuts and dick. This went on for hours and I was left out in the sun for several more hours where anyone could come by and assault me or abuse me." I could see the pain on his face as he recalled this.
"What had you done?" I said with wonder.
"I had disobeyed my Master and refused to do something for him. It was early in my time with him and I wasn't a good boy." He said with certainty.
"What did he want you to do?' I asked
"He was at a bar, and I was at his feet naked, and he told me to drink his piss and the piss of his friends." He lowered his eyes.
"What kind of bar was this?"
"It was a bar on the beach that caters to men like my master," he explained.
"On the beach? Was it open, so people could see in?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, it was." He obviously been embarrassed by the whole thing.
"Do you often drink piss, now?" I asked.
"Yes, almost every time he comes here and from all the men he sends over," he said without any qualms.
"What do we have to do during the session?" I asked getting worried about that again.
He shrugged and said, "I don't know what it on the list, my master doesn't tell me those kinds of things."
"I guess we should get dressed and go over and see what is on our list." I got up and grabbed my clothes, as I was getting dressed, I looked over to my apartment to see if anyone was there, but the drapes were still mostly closed over there.
When I was dressed I looked at the man and he was still setting there naked. "Why aren't you dressed?" I asked.
"I didn't know you wanted me to dress and if you did, I don't know what you want me to wear." He said in a matter of fact manner.
"Do you have some shorts and a shirt or something?" I asked.
"I have shorts." He left and came back pulling on a pair of nearly see through white shorts which obviously had no liner and were cut up the sides all the way to the waist band.
"A shirt?"I asked.
"No, Sir, I don't." I tossed him mine, it would at least hang down and cover up his shorts. And it was Hawaii, plenty of people wandering about without shirts. He found some flip flops and I slid into mine.
As we left his place I asked him if he had a key and he said, "No, only my Master has the key."
"Oh, so, he'll come over and let you in?" I asked,
"Yes, Sir, when he is ready. I will wait in the hall for him to return, if that is what I am instructed to do. `
Downstairs, as we left the building, I left we were being looked at. Did people know about him? Did they think I was some kind of pervert taking this guy out to have sex with? I felt guilty the entire was across the street, and in the elevator as we rode up to the apartment. I felt the people in the elevator staring at me. I was relieved when we were in the apartment.
As soon as we were inside he removed his clothes. "Why are you doing that?"
"I am not allowed to wear clothes inside a building, unless I am instructed otherwise." He said, as it was obvious.
I found the list that had been left for me and started reading. I had to sit down, so I nearly fell into the chair next to me. Oh Fuck! I couldn't believe the things on this list. Not only because I would have to do them, but that others would be watching me do them!
Meanwhile, the boy, (I mean the man. I kept thinking of him as a boy, because that is what he was called, but he was a man.) was going through the place opening all the curtains. I wondered how much the apartments above, below and to the sides of the apartment across the way could see into this one.
I was totally nervous and sweating profusely. The man was moving about the apartment arranging furniture as directed on our list. He was trying to assist me and it just seemed a normal thing for him. Me, I was sweating for me life. If I screwed up, he was going to send out the e-mails and then this guy was going to get punished as well.
I went and looked at the list again. I couldn't remember everything that was on it. I was too nervous and I knew I would have to reference it a couple of times. I went to take a leak and was disconcerted by the view into the bathroom while I pissed. The guy, NM (as I continued to think of him), had wedged the door open.
I kept looking at the clock to see if it was time yet. As the time approached, NM said, "Sir, you should get undressed now." He smiled and said, "Do you want me to assist you?"
I could only nod and stand there while he removed my shorts and shoes and put them away. He brought a wash cloth to clean my arm pits and my sides where the sweat had run. For some reason, I was self conscious of him being around me while I was naked, now.
I was going to pop a boner here soon and of course, I would need it for what was coming. Some of the stuff on the list, I had never done. I could understand them. Some he would be doing to me and some I would be doing to him and one was just me. That is the one that was bugging me. I know I shouldn't be so hung up on it, but sitting in front of the window and jerking off for the world really had me going.
At five minute to the hour, NM, suggested that we sit down in the living room facing the window until we saw the people enter across the way. As I sat my knee was bobbing up and down with nerves. I had never been an exhibitionist or very much of an extravert.
And, laughingly, I didn't think I was the best candidate to star in some exhibitionist spectacle. I had a geeky kind of body – not a lot of muscle, not a lot of fat, and my dick was about average. I was not someone I would want to watch having sex!
NM brought out the bag of stuff that CM had talked about on the list. He put the contents on the side table and looking over them caused my panic to rise again. Lots of new and strange things for me. The one that caused me the most concern is the one that I decided to use first and get it over with.
I noticed the motion in the apartment across the way and realized we were on. NM must have finally sensed my nervousness because he said, "Let me do most of the work. I'll guide you through as much as I can." He smiled and I felt he sincerely was concerned about me. That helped me calm down a bit.
I pointed to the contraption, and NM took the two pieces of clear plastic and a vise like crank. He took one piece and placed it under his nuts and then second piece of plastic with the crank. His balls were now trapped between the two sheets of plastic. As I turned the crank it would begin to smash his nuts. He was to get hard and stroke while his nuts were crushed.
I started tightening down on the crank but taking it slowly. He looked across the way at the other apartment and said, "Much more and quickly."
I kept cranking and saw his balls flattening out between the two pieces of plastic. NM began getting his cock hard and kept stroking once it was hard. I heard his breathing get ragged as I slowly continued to turn. I was really afraid his balls would burst and spread blood between the two plates. But he kept taking it.
"How will I know when I should stop," I whispered to NM.
"When I can't stay hard or have cum," he said through clenched teeth and he continued to stroke. It was difficult to tell if he was in pain or pleasure. Sweat beaded up on his upper lip as he continued to work on his dick. He sat facing the windows providing a complete show for the people over there. I didn't want to look over there. I didn't want to see them.
I heard him gasping and didn't know if he was getting ready to cum or my continued slow increase of pressure.
Finally, he yelled, "Please stop, Sir!" his dick was soft and he had tears in his eyes. I quickly began backing off the pressure until he sighed. Then I continued until I could slip it off of his balls. He reached for his balls but then withdrew his hand before touching his nuts, as if he was not permitted to do that.
He picked up the anatomically correct dildo and began to lube it up. It was as if he was getting his mind off his sore balls by working on something else.
He got out the bottle of lube and began lubing up the dildo. It was about 8 inches long and thick with a big mushroom head and two large balls. He was really putting a lot of lube and I was glad of that.
He told me to kneel on the floor and put my elbows on the cushion of the sofa. My ass was now pointing towards our observers. NM took some lube and applied it to my hole, working a finger into to really spread it around. "Relax, and push out like you were trying to take a dump." He patted my ass.
He was about to go where no man had ever gone. He pushed the head of the dildo against my ass and my initial reaction was to clamp up tightly. "Relax and push," he said and pushed the head against my hole.
He kept pushing until the head slid in and the pain was horrible. I screamed at him to stop and pull it out and thrashed my head. But he didn't pull it out. He just said, "Breathe!" He let it sit there for a bit until the wave of pain had passed and then began pressing in more.
"Stop! Pull it out! Now!" I screamed. He grabbed my dick and squeezed it and I began to get hard and my mind was taken off of the thing in my ass. Plus he moved the dildo and it hit something, my prostate I guess, because it made my cock jump and I felt a shock run from my hole to my dick and back again.
I was panting as he played with my dick and pushed more of it inside of me. Finally, he said, "It's all the way in." He kept stroking my dick and he let it set for a bit. Then he began working it in and out slowly. I groaned at first partial because of the pain but also because it was started to feel good.
Finally, it just felt good and I was backing into the dildo as he pushed it in. Then I began to moan as the rubbing over my prostate was driving me crazy. That and his stroking of my dick.
"Oh, fuck!' I said in a long drawn out moan.
"You're doing great, Sir," NM said as he continued to work on my hole.
"Move up onto the couch and get on your back," he said as he pulled the dildo out. I wanted it back! But I moved up onto the couch and laid on my back. He moved up, pushed my knees up by my ears and then pushed his dick inside me all the way to the hilt. "Oh shit!" I said as I felt the heat of his cock inside of me, so different than the dildo.
He left it there for a minute before he began pumping away on my ass. Long slow strokes, almost all the way out and then back in. Slowly, he began to speed up. I watched his face as he concentrated on his technique. He was such a well built man and so handsome!
I pulled him down to me and kissed him on the lips. I had never done that before and it didn't feel strange in this situation. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, when I pushed mine into his.
He was panting now while he pumped, kissed, and worked on my ass. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Can I please cum, Sir?"
"Yessssss!" I hissed through clenched teeth. I was fisting my cock between us because I was feeling such a buildup of pleasure in my hole. He really went to work on my hole, creating intense friction and I just kept squeezing down on his dick and then I felt the wave rushing over me.
"Move your hand," he said with urgency as he pistoned in my ass. I didn't want to, but I did and felt the wave continuing in to crash over me. My breathing was ragged and his was nearly panting. Sweat dripped off his brow onto my face and I was inhaling his scent. The whole thing was overwhelming. Every sense was overwhelmed and I felt him swell in my ass.
Then the wave crashed and I was shooting ropes of cum all over my stomach and he was shooting hot cum into my ass. My hole was clinching around his dick and I was chanting "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" over and over as the sensations continued to overwhelm me.
Such a new experience and another first for me. Earlier, I had fucked a man for the first time and now I had been fucked!
NM scooped up the cum from my chest and licked his fingers clean. For some reason, I opened my mouth and he put a scoop in my mouth. I licked his finger clean.
He pulled out of me and then lowered his face and began sucking his cum out of my hole. I thought I was going to shoot again! Fuck! What a sensation! His hot breathe and tongue on my very sensitive hole was driving me crazy.
I thrashed on the couch until he finished. I lay there trying to regain my place in reality. Finally, my eyes focused and my breathing became more normal. I sat up and managed to glimpse people in the room across the way. I blushed deeply at the thought of someone seeing me getting fuck!
NM handed me a chain with clamps on each end. I took a clamp and fastened it to his right nipple. He gasped and then squeezed his cock, which began to thicken and grow. The slime covered head beginning to point towards the ceiling. I clamped the other one and pulled on the clamps, the more I pulled the tighter they got.
He was stroking his dick as the pain coursed through him. He was breathing in "ooohs, and ahhs" He was obviously used to the pain. I took the leather thing and figured out how to strap it around the base of his balls. The inside of the leather thing was lined with points. The list said I had to add weights. And the more I added, the more the points pressed down into his balls.
He moved so his balls hung free. I kept placing the weights on until his ball sack was stretched way down. It had to be painful. But he was still moaning with what seemed to be pleasure.
I took the final torture device in this scenario. It was a long tube with points along the inner surface. It was hinged so that it opened completely, but then I was placed it around his dick and clamp it shut. I hoped that the points were just out of touch from his dick ,but they weren't. I could see the points pressing into his skin as I clamped it short.
He gasped and breathed in deeply. Then he took hold of the device on his dick and squeezed on it. Fuck! The pain had to be intense! He told me to pull on his nipple chain while he swung the weights and squeezed the tube. "It hurts! It hurts!" he said over and over about 10 times.
Finally, he put my hand around the leather thing around his nuts and told me to squeeze. I watched his face as I did it. He was gritting his teeth and breathing through his teeth. Finally, he said "Stop!"
I let go and he collapsed back into the chair. He released the tube and I undid it. His dick was deflated and had bruised pin holes. No blood, but definite bruises. When I removed the weights and the parachute from his balls, the same kinds of bruises were there.
I went to release the nipple clamps and he said, "No, jerk them off." I did and he gasped and rose up from the back of the couch. I could tell he wanted to massage his nipples, dick and balls, but he resisted.
He did reach down and fondle his cock until it was nearly hard again. I could still see the tiny dots of bruises on his dick. He looked at me and smiled. "Time to quench my thirst."
I knew what he meant, but I didn't know if I was up to it. I was to piss in his mouth and he was to drink it without spilling a drop. I had always had trouble with being pee shy. Now, not only did I have to pee in front of someone, but I was supposed to piss in his mouth!
I stood while he knelt at my feet. My dick and his mouth would be clearly visible from the room across the way. Why did I think of those other people?
"Just relax. Think of waterfalls, and streams, and bubbling brooks. Hear the sounds of the water rushing and gushing." He kept talking about water and the sounds of water until I finally heard them in my head and suddenly, I had to piss. Once the stream started, it began to really gush out.
He did great swallowing every bit. He moved closer and enclosed the end of my dick and began to suck the piss from me! My dick was swelling with this attention, but I continued to piss. He swallowed every drop and licked the last drops off the end of my dick.
He gave a satisfied "Stmph" as if he had just finished a vintage wine. He looked up at me and smiled. He whispered, "You are doing great!'
Now would be another first for me. NM stood in front of me and presented me with his dick. The dick that had been up my ass. The dick that had just been tortured and bruised. I took the head into my mouth and closed my eyes.
I expected the taste to be much different, but there was a trace of cum on his dick, but then there was a musky smell that was a mixture of his musk, sweat and soap. His dick swelled in my mouth and I was impressed by the velvet covered steel of his dick.
I tasted his piss slit and wondered what it would be like to taste his piss. I used one hand to fondle his hairless balls while I used my tongue on the head of his dick in my mouth. I felt the head of his dick swell and move in my mouth.
I used my other hand to stroke his dick while I sucked and then other played with his balls. Once I tried to take more of his dick, but I gagged and had to back off. I continued working on his dick and was amazed that one, I was doing this and two, that I was enjoying the taste and sensation of sucking his cock.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I pictured in my mind what this image would look like; me naked, on my knees and sucking off a handsome young man. I was not worried about me doing it, I was enjoying it. I was worried what some of my friends would say if they saw it.
NM put his hands on my head and began to moan. I sped up and felt his dick swell and then felt the spurt of hot cum into my mouth and I began swallowing the viscous fluid as fast as I could. He was holding my head now with both hands and gasping as he shot his load.
Finally, he pulled me off his dick and whispered, "Thank you,"
I wiped my mouth and stood up. I stretched my legs and NM was holding out the flog to me. I took it and he walked over by the window, back to the window and grabbed hold of two rings suspended the rod for the curtains. It was the first time I realized how big and sturdy that rod was. He had obviously done this before.
There was nothing to tie his hands to the bar, but apparently, I didn't need them with him. The flogger had a hefty handle and at least 20 strands of leather. I lightly hit his back with it and he said, "Harder," he said. I tried but it was difficult to really try to hurt him. "Harder," he demanded.
I tried again, and again he said, "Harder!" with a louder voice. I really pulled back my arm and let it rip. He gasped and I left a string of marks across his back. "Yes!" he hissed through his teeth. So I hauled off and hit him again. I left another set of strips. After one more blood ran down his back.
I had to stop. I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't hurt him. I had only known him a day, but I felt something for me. And I just couldn't hurt him or anyone for that matter, just because someone told me I had too. I looked at the window and dropped the flogger and then sat down. I was done with big mister master. I didn't care what he did, I wasn't going to hurt this man or follow someone else's orders.
It hit me that he would just punish the man if I didn't. I ran into my bedroom, grabbed some shorts, t-shirts and flip flops. I ran out, grabbed my laptop and bag, wallet and told the guy, "Look we are leaving put these on and follow me!' I threw clothes at him.
Downstairs, I grabbed a cab and said, "Airport!" I was stuffing my wallet into my shorts and trying to get myself together. I looked in the laptop bag and my laptop was there, and my house keys.
The man was looking at me strangely. "Look," I said and stopped. "Dave. I have to call you something so I'll use Dave for the moment. I don't want you beaten by me or by him."
He looked at me with a frightened face. "Look, Dave, I care about you and I don't want you hurt. Do you understand?"
There were tears in his eyes, as he said, "Tim, my name was, is, Tim."
Tim and I were heading to the airport and I had to figure out what I was going to do, how I was going to explain anything that the master sent out via e-mail. All I knew was that Tim and I were together now and he seemed to like it and I definitely liked the idea.