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Because of this, I didn't realize where he had turned into, until he was pulling up to the ordering screen at a fast food place. Oh shit! He was going to order food and I was sitting here in the front seat naked as it would be delivered to us. Fuck!
And I couldn't help myself, I said, "Sir, please!"
He looked at me with a scowl and said, "What, boy?" He seemed to stress the `boy.'
I hesitated, I knew I had spoken when I shouldn't have and I was only going to make it worse if I said something else, but fear overwhelmed me. "Please don't make me ride through the pickup window naked and on display this way." My emotions were going crazy. I feared the retribution and I feared the response if some stranger saw me this way. I was shaking as I waited for his next comment. It was as if the temp had dropped to near freezing in the car. I expected my teeth to start chattering.
He looked at me again, didn't say a word, and pulled into a parking spot. He put the van in park and then turned to me and said, "Get out of the car, boy."
My mouth made an "O" and he said, "I told you to get out of the car, boy. If you are not going to obey, if you are going to question, if you are going to hesitate every time I ask you to do something, then you can just get out here and call it quits."
I actually looked outside. That was stupid, what was I going to do if I got out. I had no clothes, no identification, no money and probably no apartment by now. Sure, I could do it and make the break, but I would be embarrassed and shamed beyond belief if I did. I could picture the police calling my Aunt and Uncle and them having to come and get me. I processed all of this in seconds then I hung my head and said, "I am sorry, Sir, I should never have said anything. It won't happen again, Sir."
"No, you heard me boy, get out of the van. That's it, no second chances; no `I'm sorry.' We are done, finished, over. You are on your own with no money, no clothes, no home, and no ID. Go ahead, get out!" he turned back and looked out the front of the van.
I lost it and began sobbing, "Please, Sir, don't do this. I will be good and do whatever you say. I apologize. I was wrong, Sir. Please, Sir!" I begged.
He didn't say anything, and I sat there until it dawned on me that the only option I had was to open the door. I opened the door and put one foot down when he said, "Boy, I will let you stay, but this is the last time we will ever have this conversation. There will be no leaving the vans, or the house after this. You will do what you are told or face punishment. And boy, the punishment, as I have said, will fit the situation, meaning that it will be significant."
I sat there shaking as he continued, "And staying means you accept the punishment you will receive for today as well. From this point forward, you will obey without hesitation every order you are given and do everything you are told." He turned and looked at me with such a stern visage, that I averted my eyes, which I should have done to begin with.
"And, boy, I am not asking you if this correct, I am telling you." His voice was so forceful that I cringed at his words. "Do you understand all of this? I am not asking if you agree, because you must to stay in the van, I am just making damn sure you understand, boy."
"Yes, Sir, I understand," I said without hesitation, but with much emotion.
"Close the door, boy," he said as he put the van back into drive. I closed the door with a shaking hand and swallowed audibly.
He drove around to the drive thru and placed an order. He didn't ask me what I wanted and I wondered of the things he had ordered, what if any were for me. Then I became nervous. I had wilted during the whole confrontation, but swelled a bit at the thought of being so exposed.
I had heard the male voice on the speaker and wondered what his response was going to be. Then as I looked up, I realized I was going to be on display twice, once to pay and once to pick up.
As he pulled up to the window to pay, I looked straight ahead and willed myself to melt into the seat. That didn't happen and I heard the guy at the window repeat the amount and then gasp.
Sir seemed not to have notice the gasp, but made a big production of finding the money, searching the console between the seats for change, all the while leaving me on display. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe.
I heard Spanish and wondered if the guy was telling the next window to look out and see the naked man in the van. My cock swelled a bit more and I fought to think of something that would make it go down, but my situation overwhelmed me and I couldn't see anything else.
After an eternity, Sir received his receipt and pulled forward. He actually put the van in park as he waited for the food. I glanced left and saw two or three torsos in the window. I flipped my head forward and closed me eyes, to hide myself from the shame. Obviously they had been told what was coming and had gathered round to see me.
My cock twitched and I felt heat rising across my body as I blushed seemingly all over my body. After he received the bag, Sir asked for various condiments extending the time I sat there on display, all the while allowing me to grow harder. I heard laughter from the window and wondered how many more had been called over to see the freak in the van.
I began shaking again and this time my teeth did chatter. I felt so wired that I thought I was going to start sizzling or throwing off sparks. The tension seemed to double for every second we sat there.
I heard Sir say, "Yeah, can you imagine, I found him in a parking lot, naked and jerking off." He made the motion in his lap. "I felt sorry for him, so I am getting him some food and clothes and then will take him to a shelter or something."
He listened and then laughed, "Yeah, I don't know why he has no hair, or why he is hard. It just seems he is in a constant state of arousal." Sir made the motion in his lap of a dick rising up and quivering. There was more laughter.
"I guess I should take him to a doctor to see if anything is wrong with him." He paused and then said, "And all he wants to do is jerk off," and in sotto voce to me, he said, "jerk off, boy."
With tears of humiliation streaming down my face, I took my dick in hand and stroked it a couple of times. "See what I mean?"
There was much laughter from the window. Sir joined them and then said goodbye, put the van in gear and headed away. I dropped my hand from my dick and relived the humiliation. "Did I tell you to stop jerking, boy?"
I answered in a shaky voice, "No, Sir," and went back to stroking my cock. I felt precum as it leaked out. Really, what kind of freak was I that this turned me on so?
He drove on in silence. The smells from the bag of French fries made me realize how hungry I was. My stomach growled very loudly as I continued to stroke.
I tried to see where we were going but the tears in my eyes made everything blurry. I reached up with my free hand and wiped my eyes. I didn't recognize the neighborhood we were in.
He pulled into a park of some sort and pulled into a spot in the shade of a tree. He put the van in park and turned off the engine.
He took the bag and after much rustling began eating in silence. My stomach rumbled again and my mouth filled with saliva. I was still stroking my cock and it was rather mechanical at this point. My mind seemed to be on the food in the van.
"Stop stroking, boy," he said after a while. I dropped my hand and sat there, completely dejected.
"Boy, I only tell you this, so you will understand that I do have your interests at heart. I was going to allow you to place your shorts over your lap. It was still going to be obvious that you were naked as your naked thighs would show and probably the tent from you cock, but you were not going to be exposed. I was going to determine who was at the window and decide if I was going to pull the shorts off of your lap or not."
I really wanted to cry now; I had really fucked myself by opening my mouth.
"Now, I didn't say I had your best' interests at heart, just your interests. I always have my best' interests in focus. And it pleases me and often turns me on to see you humiliated and controlled." He reached over and took my left hand and put it on his lap. I could feel his hard cock through the material of his shorts. I squeezed the thick shaft figuring that is what he wanted me to do.
He removed my hand from his lap and went back to eating. My stomach rumbled again. "I am sure that you are fairly hungry by now, seeing how you managed to throw up your breakfast this morning and have only had urine and water since then."
He paused while I licked my lips and swallowed the build up of saliva. "And I am really trying to watch your nutrition, to keep you healthy and fit, so you really shouldn't eat this kind of stuff," he said as he put another French fry into his mouth.
My stomach commented and I gripped it, hoping to shut it up. He chuckled. I think it might have been the first time I heard him do that. "I could have you whip up a nice batch of protein and let you have that for lunch."
It took me a moment and then I got it. I closed my eyes at the thought and wondered if this was going to be part of my diet. And he had said mine, right? Or was he expecting me to eat his spunk? Was I really going to do that? I had tasted his piss today, was I really going to go that far.
Listen you idiot, I said to myself, what else do you think he is going to do? You are going to be his sex slave and you will be eating whatever he gives you and you will be sucking whatever he tells you and, yeah, I nodded to myself, you will probably get fucked as well. That made my hole tighten up and I shuddered again.
Images of the pics and vids he had shown me last night flashed through my mind. Was I going to be doing all of those things? I guess I needed to resign myself to that, but the reality of it still gave me pause.
"Boy, here is a yogurt and some water for you." He handed me the two containers. The top was off of the yogurt, it was vanilla yogurt and after my last set of thoughts, it looked like a container of congealed cum. I almost choked.
I was waiting for a spoon, but none was forthcoming. I actually raised my head and looked at him. "Eat, boy," he said, leaving no doubt he meant for me to use my fingers.
I used my first two fingers to kind of spoon it out and then licked it from my fingers. Other than it being cold, it was similar to what I remembered licking cum from my fingers. I thought my stomach was going to revolt for a second, but it stayed down and I dove in and began "spooning" it in to my mouth. I took a break and drank some water.
I realized after a bit that he was watching me. I started to look up but before I met his gaze I lowered my eyes back to my food and kept them there. I wasn't used to being scrutinized so. It made me nervous. But I worked on and got as much out of the yogurt container as I was able.
When I was finished, I sat holding the two containers awaiting further instructions.
"Good, boy, waiting for instructions. Put your trash in the bag."
I did as instructed. "Now take the trash and put it in that garbage can," he said, indicating one about 10 feet from the van.
I gulped, shivered, opened the door and stepped out. It felt like one of those movies where the camera panned in a jumping circle around the person in fast-forward, like the whole world was focused on me. My dick swelled as I assumed I was now being observed by dozens of people. My mind's eye showed mothers with children, a priest, a gardener, and who knew what else, all standing aghast with fingers pointing at me.
I felt cemented in place. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, opened them and took a step. And then another and another, until I reached the trash can, dropped in the bag and headed back to the van. I got in and closed the door.
My heart was thudding in my ears and I thought I might have a heart attack right there. "Good, boy," he said as he reached over and squeezed my rigid dick.
A moan escaped me and he laughed. "You know, boy, that I could scare the shit out of you by giving you examples of the things you will be doing tomorrow, next week, next month and by the end of the year." He chuckled and said, "But I have probably just done that!"
My heart thudded in my ears again and I shivered, the tension building once again. Yes, he was truly scaring me with that comment.
He didn't elaborate and that made it all the worse. My imagination could imagine some horrible, crazy, wild things. I closed my eyes again to try and blot them out, but it didn't work. I imaged branding, or tied to some structure outside where people would walk by, or taking his thick cock up my ass, or drinking his cum as he shot in my mouth. And then other images of pain and torture and piercing ran through my mind and I started sweating.
He started the van, put it in reverse and pulled out of the park. I was so tense as more and more images flooded my mind that I was gripping the arm rest on the door and the one on my left so hard my knuckles were white. It was as if gripping so hard would keep me from shaking myself apart. My breathing sped up and I felt the trickles of sweat rolling down from my armpits.
"Put your clothes on, boy," he said and I jumped. I had zoned him out. I grabbed my shorts and quickly pulled them on. They did little to hide my rampant cock, so I tried to trap it in the waistband. Then I pulled on the t-shirt and sat back wondering what was next.
I tried to focus then on the neighborhood again. And I still didn't know where we were. He pulled into a parking lot, stopped and said, "Follow me, boy."
I got out, heard the chirp of the alarm being set and then raced to catch up with him as he had strode away from me.
I tried to gather in information to figure out where we were going, but he entered a store shortly and I caught Tattoo parlor on the door as we walked through. Fear gripped my stomach and I thought I was going to lose the little lunch that I had.
He was greeted by a man who led us into a room. The walls were lined with all kinds of tattoos. They were large biker tattoos ^Ö skulls, ripped hearts, daggers dripping blood, snakes crawling through blood and flames. On another wall I saw what looked to be brands. Brand! Oh, fuck! I saw a star and a heart. My heart was pounding again!
On another wall were pictures of parts of the body pierced by various rings, bars and bizarre horns and clips. When I focused on one picture, it was as if it zoomed up and was 8 inches from my face. It was a dick and the head had been pierced by a ring that entered through the piss slit and exited out the bottom of the dickhead. My balls tightened and my dick twitched at the thought of that. Fuck no! Please! I screamed in my head.
"Time for another one, I see," the man said. He was a large bald man, with huge muscled arms wearing a leather vest that exposed his chest and stomach. He wore ripped blue jeans. And he was covered in reddish hair and tattoos ^Ö they traveled up his arms and around his neck. He had them on his head. I swear I could see them through the rips in his jeans. He was looking at me and leering. His thick red mustache added emphasis to this look.
"Yes, let's do the standard set for him." Sir said without looking at me.
Then Sir turned to me and said, "Strip, boy." Again he emphasized the boy.
I tried not to hesitate, but was very conscious of the brute standing in front of me. He crossed his hands over his chest and watched. I pulled off the shirt and then flushed red as I pushed down the shorts and stepped out of them. When I stood up my cock stood out and up. He looked at it and smirked.
He walked over to me and began to paw me. There is no better word for it. He turned me around and looked at my back and my ass. "So the usual brand on the left cheek," he said smacking the place. Fear gripped me and I thought I wasn't going to be able to breathe. Branding! Oh, Shit! I began to shake.
He ignored it, spun me around, pinched my nipples and said, "Rings in each of these." He increased the pressure until I inhaled and winced.
He gripped my cock and pulled me forward by it. "Then the dragon tattoo on his dick." He twisted my dick as if he was already seeing to coils of the dragon circling my cock. Then he bent my dick up and looked at the head of it. "And a Prince Albert through here."
I nearly fainted then. I knew he meant that ring I had seen in the picture and thought I was going to lose it right there. I knew I couldn't say anything, but I couldn't imagine the pain, or rather I could and didn't think I would be able to tolerate it.
He gripped my balls then and tugged on them, "And a ring here, so you have various points to lead him around by." It was a statement, not a question. I felt my balls draw up.
He laughed then, "You know how to pick them, Sir. His dick only swelled more with each thing I mentioned. His mind might not agree, but his dick says, "Yeah baby, let's get started." He squeezed my dick once more, very tightly and I moaned and my knees nearly buckled.
I bit my tongue to hold back any protest or comment or any begging. But tears rolled down my face as I stood there being mauled by this bear, my mind whirling with everything he had said. A tattoo on my dick! Branding! Piercings! No! Please! My mind screamed.
I stood there struggling to breathe as he pulled down various pieces of equipment: needles, clamps, machines with wires, gauze and bottles.
I started breathing quickly and soon began to see spots in front of my eyes. My heart was racing and I was sweating profusely.
I felt myself go limp and then next I knew I was looking up at Sir and the bear.
I was laying on some soft of padded bench. "Took the starch right out of him, it did," the bear said, looking over at Sir.
Sir looked me in the eye and then smiled. "I love fucking with your mind. It pleases me very much to watch your reactions."
The bear grinned as well. "Yeah, I always say make them think the worse and then when they find out what they are really getting, they kinda give a sigh of relief."
Did this mean I wasn't going to be branded, or my dick tattooed or pierced? My heart started pounding as I heard, "Turn over."
I wiggled to comply, aware that I was presenting my ass to them. Did that mean that the brand was next?
I looked to my left and saw the bear light a torch and then start heating up the star brand. No! Please! I started panting again.
The bear laughed as he turned off the torch and put away the brand.
He started working on my ass, wiping it and I smelled alcohol. Then he did some more things. As he did this my mind whirled again. I tried to calm my breathing and just relax, which was not easy with some stranger playing with my ass.
Eventually, I heard a buzzing sound and felt the sting as he began to work on my ass. It wasn't terrible, it was surprising and at times felt he was dragging it across my ass. But once again it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it.
He continued to work. I would hear the buzz stop and then start and then feel it again. At times, the buzz would stop and he would be talking with someone, which only made me blush, thinking someone was in the room seeing me naked and my ass being worked on.
Shame washed over me at these times and I thought about what would happen at the end of my year. How could I go anywhere with something like "Sir's bitch" or "Sir's boy" or worse tattooed on my ass?
Then the buzzing stopped and didn't continue. I felt something being smeared on my ass and then something was applied and taped.
"Okay, stand up," the bear instructed. I turned trying to keep any pressure away from my right cheek and stood.
He roughly fondled my dick saying, "Have to get you nice and hard so this will be easier to pierce!"
That only served to make me shrink more which only made him handle me more roughly.
He laughed and removed his hand. He busied himself for a bit laying stuff out. He rubbed something over my nipples and I tensed again. I smelled the alcohol and wondered if he was fucking with my mind again.
I nearly jumped with I felt a burning on my nipple. I thought he was branding me! But I looked down and saw he had ice against one nipple. He squeezed the ice against my nipple with one hand while his other once again assaulted my cock and balls.
This time he got a reaction and I moaned as I felt myself swelling. I closed my eyes not wanting to look him in the eyes. So I didn't see anything coming until I felt a searing pain like nothing I had ever experienced lance through my chest.
I screamed and thought I was going to faint. Sir must have grabbed me from behind to keep me from falling. I looked down and saw the needle through my nipple. Then I did faint.
I was still upright when I came to with my face being batted. It wasn't a hard slap, but it wasn't petting either. My heart was racing as I looked down. I now saw a gold ring through my nipple. I looked up and the bear was smiling at me. It was such a sinister smile.
I think he was getting turned on by inducing this pain in me. I felt the ice again on my other nipple and closed my eyes again until I heard, "Yeah, there's nothing to it. See this guy already got one done and now is getting the other one done."
I opened my eyes to see two giggling girls looking at me, covering their mouths and laughing. I blushed and my cock rose a bit. How humiliating!
I closed my eyes for what I knew what was coming. I tried to steel myself for the pain this time, especially because I was being observed. Either it took longer this time or my perception was off, but I waited five or ten minutes and still nothing.
I relaxed a bit and started to open my eyes when it hit. I tried not to cry out. I bit my lip until it bled and then managed a muffled yelp as I tasted the coppery favor of blood. Somehow I thought it was blood from my nipple.
I looked down and saw him twisting the needle around and the sight of it hit me and I closed my eyes and fought to stay conscious. I heard, "Well, I guess he is a woos and can't take the pain, but really it doesn't hurt that bad." The girls giggled some more and then watched as he inserted the ring.
I was no longer hard and my nipples were aching and I kept feeling pain lance back and forth between the two of them. I whimpered and Sir said, "We don't need any histrionics here. Just buck up and bare it!"
"Yes, Sir," I said fighting back tears.
"Okay, on your stomach again," the bear said. And I was shaking as I complied.
I felt Sir come around by my head. Then I felt his powerful arms gripping my shoulders pinning me down. I could move my head and when I looked up I was looking directly into his crotch. He was definitely aroused by all of this. I turned my head back on its side and closed my eyes, trying to block out any thoughts of what might be coming next that I had to be held down.
I heard the unmistakable pop and then hiss of the torch as it was lit. I fought a bit then, but his grip was firm and I couldn't move very much. A strap was then placed across the top of my thighs and on across my lower back and cinched tight. I couldn't move.
I was really panicking now and my breathing and heart were racing. I had no control at all on what was going to happen next. Fear consumed me and I wiggled again trying to break free.
Then I got a grip and tried to maintain some control over myself. I could smell hot metal and I began to sweat again and began to shake.
"Look at that, nice a red hot!" the bear said.
Sir gripped me firmer, if that was possible and I clinched my ass tight and I felt a bit of a stab from the tattoo as I flexed. I was panting by now and felt sweat trickling down my forehead and it ran into my eye.
I clenched my jaw in preparation.
Then it hit, a searing heat and pain in my ass. I screamed worse that I had for my nipples, worse than I think I had ever done in my life. It seemed to go on and on and I could smell burning flesh.
My ass was on fire and I couldn't move an inch away from it. The total loss of control that I felt hit me like a brick wall. This just personified for me that for the next year I would never be in control of my life again. I lost it then and began sobbing uncontrollably. I said not a word, but was racked with shame, a great sense of loss and a feeling that I might not live through the year, if this is what the second day was like. There wasn't anything they couldn't do to me!
I lay there wallowing in self pity while I tried to get myself under control. Me, under control, that was a laugh.
Then I heard laughter and Sir released me. I rose up and looked over my shoulder to inspect the burned flesh. There wasn't any! I looked and the bear guy was holding up a long ice cube and laughing.
"Gets them every time. Fuck with their mind and they will believe whatever you tell them and their mind will blow it up and make it more real than anything else. I bet you even smelled the burning flesh because that is what you were expecting!" He laughed again. I turned and looked at Sir. He was smiling.
"Boy, let that be a lesson to you on several levels. One, you are mine to do with as I will. Two, you probably thought the tattoo wasn't as bad as you expecting and the nipple piercing was worse and the branding, unbearable. Your mind plays tricks on you and the thought of fear is sometimes as bad and the reality."
He paused and looked at me, "And third, I think when you think back on this, you will get rock hard. It will turn you on." He used his hand to outline his own solid cock. "It certainly did me."
The straps were removed and I was told to roll over onto my back and to be careful of my ass when I did.
Sir positioned me so my head was at the edge of the bed. "I think you need to show your appreciation to Nate here for everything he has done for you." What did he mean by that? Was this when I was going to have to suck some guy's cock? Images began to flash through my mind. As usual he was right, my mind was dreaming up all kinds of wild things. And the next realization I had was that I was getting hard again. Shit!
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