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This is M/M s/m b/d ruff-stuff
       THE PHONE CALL...
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I got the call last night, no warning just "I'm in town -- be
here!".  Instant hard-on!!  My heart beats double time as I try
to get my shit together to meet him.  Shit, the freeway is
stopped dead, I'll try surface streets but I'm really going to be
late.  Oh well, punishment for tardiness is not to bad, and I do
deserve it.  By the time I get to the door my shirt is soaked
with sweat, my dick is hard, and I'm scared.  How far tonight??
Will he go to far this time??  One knock as instructed and wait.
The door finely opens, "Get in here boy" is all I hear.  It's
dark and I can't see him, but some how he can see me.  "Strip off
those smelly clothes boy, and get cleaned out.  Use the hose in
the bath room and be quick about it, I don't have all night!"  I
finish in the bath and go to him.  As soon as I'm in the bedroom
he's on me, all over me, one arm twisted behind my back, pushed
to my knees I surrender to him.  "I'm sorry I'm late"  I plead,
the traffic was stopped on the 405 and "SHUT-UP BOY! Did I give
you permission to talk? SMACK he hits me on the side of the head.

Shit, I think, he's in a mean mood this time.  "No Sir, sorry
Sir" I reply.  "BULL SHIT, sorry my ass, I'll make you sorry.
Get on the bed."  He ties me spread eagle face down, tight, I
can't move and all ready my wrists are starting to hurt.  He
takes my jock from the bath room and gags me with it.  Gag is
right, I haven't washed that thing in weeks.  Then it starts,
first kind of slow and easy.  Up and down my back, ass, and legs
with his belt.  I love his belt and he knows it, to a point that
is.  I squirm around a little pushing my ass up trying to relive
the tension on my arms.  SMACK !! SMACK!! SMACK!!  Three fast and
hard ones across my up raised ass.  I can feel the welts coming
up all ready.  " Like that do you boy?" he asks.  "MMppHH" is all
I can reply with, except I push my ass up higher for more.  That
was to much of an invention for him, he grabs a butt plug,
greases my hole and jams it in.  "You keep putting that ass in
the air and you'll find more then a plug in there" he warns.
Back to the belt, slap, slap, slap, not to hard, kind of a tease.
Slap, slap, slap, come on I think, lets go.  I push my ass up as
far as I can, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!!  I see red, my
head is spinning and my ass is on fire.  "MMMMPPPHHH"   SMACK!!
SMACK!!  "LIKE THAT, DON'T YOU BOY?  That's a good start, but I'm
hungry."

He unties me and pulls a chair to the center of the
room.  He bents me over the back of the chair, he ties my feet to
the back legs and my arms to the front legs.  He loops a cord
around my balls and ties it to a rung on the chair.  He puts the
blind fold and jock gag back on and picks up a paddle about two
feet long and five inches wide.  "Just a few quick ones before I
go eat" he says.  SMACK!!! My ass explodes, my cock jumps up,
dripping cum.  "You like that to much, I'll see you later" and I
here the door open and close.  He left me like this!

God, I feel like I've been bent over this chair for days.  Can't
see, can't talk or even yell for help.  This is not fun any more.
I wish he would come back and let me go.  That butt plug feels
like a phone pole up my ass and every move pulls my balls about
to my knees.  It must have been an hour later that I heard a key
in the door.  "Well, having fun yet boy? he asked as he walked
into the room.  To bad you missed dinner, it was great." He was
standing in front of me, his well packed crotch inches from my
face, gently patting my head.  "Ready for the real fun to begin?"
he asked.  I could only nod yes.  He removed the blind fold and
gag and pressed his growing crotch to my face.  "This trip is
going to be a little different the before" he said.  "Do you have
any plans for the weekend?"  I looked up at him, knowing what was
coming.  "No sir, I'm free till Monday morning."
"No your not," he snarled, "you mine till Monday morning.  You
think you can do what your told now?" he asked.
"Yes.....I'll do anything you say, just please let me up from
this chair."  "I will," he assured me.  "when I'm ready to."  He
moved around behind me and rubbed my ass.

    His playing with the butt plug was starting to get me going again when
he suddenly jerked it out and replaced it with three fingers.  "That ass is
going to get a good workout this weekend." he said, pushing what
felt like half his hand in.  I tried to pull away, but he pulled
back on the cord around my balls.  "Just be still, your not going
anyplace."  He gave me a hit of poppers and keep working his hand
into my ass.  My cock jerked up and down, dripping pre-cum like a
leaky fire hose.  Suddenly a hot flash passed through me as his
hand forced its way into me.  "Oh god", I cried as he worked it
deeper and deeper.  "I've never felt anything like that before."
"You talk to much boy" he said as he pulled his hand from my ass.
"I'm going to teach you some manners."

He released me from the chair and put a collar around my neck.
"That's just to remind you of your position around here.  Don't
even think of taking it off, Understand?"  "Yes Sir," I answered in
a soft voice,"thank you." I dropped to my knees before him and
pressed my mouth to his crotch.  "Eager for that cock ain't you
boy?  Well, your going to earn it before you get even a taste of
it." He pushed my away and reached  for a leather strap
nearby."Turn around" he ordered.  He tied my hands behind me at
the wrist, the at the elbow, pulling my arms together.  "That
feel good?" he asked.  "Oh yea, I answered, it always feels good
when you tie me up." That's good, he replied, you're going to
stay that way for the rest of the weekend."

Some times I think the old saying "Be careful what you wish for,
for you will surly get it" does have a ring of truth to it.  I
often fantasized something like this, but the reality is another
thing altogether.  This is not the same as a one night stand,
playing at the master/slave game, its real.  I came here for a
night, spent that night trying to sleep, which was impossible
with my arms tied back, while he slept all night in the bed next
to me.  All I could do was lay there on the floor and think about
what might happen to me today.  Finally, as the sun was peeking
over the city, he awoke, his morning piss hard on thrusting up
from his groin.

"Morning boy" he said, patting my head."sleep good?" I pushed
myself up to my knees, "Yes Sir", I replied.
"You are full of it, ain't you boy, nobody sleeps good tied like
that." He sat up on the edge of the bed, his legs spread and is
rock hard cock pointing at me.  "Still ready to play?" he asked.
I just nodded yes.  "Good, I think your ready for lesson one." He
reached out and grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled me
toward him.  "You couldn't wait for that cock last night" he
growled in that deep voice he uses when he wont's something.

"Open your mouth!" I did, and he guided my head to his pole.  I
started to suck, but he stopped me, saying" Just hold it in your
mouth, and don't move.  He was caressing the sides of my head
when it started.  First just a twitch of his cock, then the first
few drops of piss hit my tong.  I tried to pull back, I've never
drank piss before and was not sure I was ready for that.  "Oh no
you don't he snarled", grabbing me by the ears,"your going to
take every drop." Then he let go, a hot jet of piss hit the back
of my mouth.  I gaged, but managed to swallow.  He just held on
tighter and let it flow.  After the first shock, I found it not
to be as bad as you might think.  I had trouble keeping up with
him, and  piss dribbled out of my mouth, running down my chin and
dripping to my crotch.  It felt like liquid fire hitting my cock,
and I was instantly hard.

Finally he finished, pulling his meat
out of my mouth, "Not to bad for a first time, he said but I
think you need a little more practice".  He reached down and
grabbing both of my feet, he lifted my legs until I was bent
over, my cock right in front of my face.  "Now it's your turn,
PISS" he commanded.  He grabbed my cock and pushing down on my
up-raised legs guiding it to my mouth.  I had to piss bad, so it
didn't take much to get it started.  He let it flow all over my
face before he grabbed my chin, pulling my mouth open.  "Drink
it" was all he said as he pointed the stream at my mouth.  I
swallowed every drop, and when I finished he released my legs,
letting me sit up.  "That's a good boy, he smiled, again patting
my head.  I think your going to do just fine."
I looked up at him sitting there with that proud parent look of
his and I knew he was pleased with me.  Sure am glad I answered
that phone call..

 After our morning piss, he released me and we went to shower.  I
washed him, first with my tongue then with cloth and soap.  When
he was clean, he turned to me and grabbing a hand full of my
crotch hair, he pulled saying  "I don't like this at all, time to
make you back into a little boy!  He covered my crotch with
shaving cream and reached for his razor.  Scraping the sharp,
cold steel blade over my cock I was soon hairless.  He pulled my
balls down in there sack and shaved the hair from them.  Turning
me around, pushed down on my head, bending me double and quickly
finished by cleaning every hair off my ass.  " That's better" he
said, rinsing the cream and cut hair from my body."We'll keep the
little patch on you chest, for a while anyway." He gave me a cock
ring and ball stretchers, collar and set of restraints to put on.

So much for my hopes for breakfast, or so I though.  He had
cleared a long, narrow table of the lamps and toys and pulled it
out from the wall."Just climb up here" He command," on you back."
I laid down on the table but he grabbed me under my arms and
pulled till my head was hanging over the end.  Several ropes
pulled my arms up on each side of my head, then down the end of
the table my legs pulled tight and tied to the edge.  "That looks
better" he said rubbing my now hairless belly." But how will we
get rid of this?" he grinned, pulling on the remaining hair on my
chest and arm pits."I think I know a good way." he snarled.

Leaving the room he soon came back with a small pail and several
strips of cloth.  While heating the contents of the pail over
several candles, he played with one of the candles, letting it
drip over my now raging hardon.  Soon the pail was ready, and he
used a putty knife to spread the hot wax over part of my chest.
Placing one of the cloth strips over the wax, he pressed the
cloth in-to the wax and let it cool.  The wax was not very hot
and did not hurt like the drops that hit my cock earlier."There,
that don't hurt at all, you can handle that can' you?"
"Yes siaaaHHHHHHHHH I screamed as he ripped the cloth strip off
my chest taking the wax and pulling every hair out with it.  He
did the same to each armpit, leaving me tender and completely
hairless.

By the time he finished, I was sweating and panting
from the pain, but my cock still pointed up, hard as ever.  He
picked up a small candle, about half the diameter of a pencil and
rubbed it with some lube.  Grabbing my cock, he pushed the candle
into my cock hole till it reached the base leaving several inches
sticking out.  Using another candle, he sealed that candle by
poring hot wax around the head of my cock where the small candle
entered.  No way could I push that candle out of my dick.  He
stuck several other candles to my chest, one on each tit the same
way.  Then he lit all the candles and sat back to watch.  I could
see my self in the mirror, my cock turned in to a candle stick,
my smooth, hairless skin glistening in the soft light of the
candles.  Looked real hot till he started to use a buggy whip on
my stretched out arm pits.  Every time he hit me I jerked around
causing the hot wax to drip down the candles, coating my
cock, balls and tits with hot, burning wax. "I think you'll make
a good center piece for breakfast like that" he exclaimed, as he
called for room service.  After placing the order, he walked to
the end of the table, pressing his crotch to my face.

I struggled to get his meat in my mouth, the movement causing more
wax to hit my tender flesh.  "That's a good boy" he exclaimed,
"suck that big dick" he commanded as he began to pump his
throbbing member into my throat.  At the same time, he took up
one of the candles and dropped its hot wax over my chest and
stomach.  That just made me more eager to please him and the
harder I tried, the more wax hit my body.  Just as we were
reaching a peak there was a knock at the door and he called out
"come in" as he shoved his dick deep into my throat.

I think my heart stopped when I heard the door open.  He pumped
his huge dick into my throat a few more times, then pulled out
allowing me to see who entered the room.  SHIT! Its the kid from
room service! He stopped at the hall by the bathroom, all most
dropping the tray of food he was holding.  He kind of gasped, but
I could see he could not keep his eyes off my still hard cock
holding what was now a very short candle.  "Um...Where do you
want this" he asked in a shaky voice.  "Put it on that table" my
man commanded, pointing to the table by the window.  The kid had
to walk right past me to get there and as he passed I could see a
swelling in his crotch.
     By the time he set the tray down, I could clearly see his
growing erection pushing it's way down his
right pant leg.  "Like what you see here?" he asked the kid in
his TOP voice.  "umm...I..  ah.." the kid stammered, trying to
hide his hard cock.  "Come over here" he ordered the Kid, guiding
him up so he was standing right in front of my face.  I could see
a damp circle growing around the tip of his hidden rod.  I think
I could here his heart beating, but it may have been mine.

My man stepped up behind him and running his hands down the kids
chest he started to play with his cock.  He unbuckled his pants
and pushed they down to the kids feet.  The kids cock sprang up,
slapping him in the belly, a drop of shining pre-cum flinging off
and hitting me in the face.  His hairless balls hung close to his
body, large for his age and looking great, just a few inches from
my face."Go ahead, boy, have some fun" he said as he pushed the
kid forward, jamming his crotch in my face.  I started on his
little boy ball, sucking both of them into my mouth and pulling
gently.  The kid moaned, rocking his hips around, his twitching
dick pumping pre-cum all over my face.  I let go of his balls and
took his cock into my throat.  The kid went nuts, pumping his
hard dick into my throat as fast as he could.  This got things
moving around a bit, and I was quickly reminded of the candles
still burning on my body.  The hot wax was flying off the candle
in my dick landing on my legs,balls and stomach but that just
made me more eager for his load.  It did not take long, the kids
balls were already pulled high in there sack, and he grunted "Oh
god, I'm..cumming!!" I felt his cock swell in my throat as he
thrust as deep as he could, cutting off my air and filling my
with his hot cum.  Just then the candle in my dick burnt down and
I could feel the wax coating the head of my dick start to remelt,
getting hotter and hotter till I came, blasting the candle out of
my cock with the first shot of my hot cum.
     The kid pulled out of me and thanking my master pulled up
his pants and left saying that's the best tip he ever got!

I got a pat on the head and a "Good Boy" from my man.
Then he put out the rest of the candles and let me up to eat a
well deserved breakfast

Free from the table with the distraction of the burning candles
over, I found my mouth watering at the smell of the food the kid
had delivered to the room.  My master sat at the table and with a
grin, motioned me over to him.  "Ready to eat, Boy?" He asked
with that evil grin of his.  "Yes Sir" I replied, kneeling by his
chair, the wax coating my body cracking and flaking off as I
moved.  He pulled a large dog dish out of the toy bag by his
chair and picking one of the plates of food, he scooped the food
of the plate into the dish and set it on the floor next to his
feet.  I didn't waste any time going for that dish, but as soon
as I got my face over it, He lashed out with a Kick to my rib
cage, knocking me half way across the room.  " Did I tell you to
eat, boy?" he shouted "When are you going to learn your place,
shit head?"

I just sat there, tears of frustration running down
my face, holding my aching ribs.  He got up from the table, and
in two steps was standing over me."You asked for this boy, and
now you are going to take it! I don't buy the cry baby act at
all!" He tied my arms behind my back and went back to his seat
and resumed eating.  Kneeling there watching him eat and smelling
the food had my stomach growling and my mouth watering as I had
not eaten since lunch the day before.  He took a bite of the
steak he'd ordered and chewing looked at me and asked," still as
eager to eat?" I replied "Yes Sir" in a much subdued voice.  He
spit the wad of half chewed meat at me, hitting my face and
bouncing to the floor.  I didn't even think of going for it, but
knelt there, looking at it and waiting for his command.  He to
clean it up, so I bent over ate it, licking the grease from the
carpet.  "That's more like it" he praised,"now crawl over here,
you can have your food" he said, pushing my face into the dog
dish at his feet.  "Eat fast, you don't have much time!" I finish
my meal as fast as I could, getting as much on me as I got in me
but managed to keep it off the floor, fearing I would spend the
rest of the day licking eggs and bacon grease out of the carpet.

When I sat up, he was holding a camera, and took a picture of me,
egg face and all, "just to show a few friends what a pig you are"
he said.  He removed the ropes from my arms and sent me to clean
up in the bathroom.  It took some time to get the wax and eggs
out of my hair, and while I was in there I could here him making
a phone call.  Don't know who he was talking to, but judging from
what I could hear, I was in for a night that would make the last
one look like summer camp!

 Feeling refreshed by the meal and shower, I returned to the
bedroom to find my master packing his toy bag, "bout time" he
uttered in an throaty growl, rising and walking over to me.  He
had a small steal cock ring that he roughly squeezed around my
tender cock and balls and followed with a iron ball stretcher
that he locked in place with a padlock.  A short piece of chain,
no more the three or four links of 1/4 inch ran from the
stretcher to an even smaller padlock that was passed through the
"Prince Albert" piercing I have had for several years.  This
served to pull my cock head down to it's base, bending my cock in half.

    The constant pull of the heavy ball stretcher was
transmitted through the chain to the piercing and it was not long
before my cock started to swell.  The small lock prevented my
cock from sticking straight out and reaching it's full, hard
length, and the increasing pull on that tender area of the cock
used for a "P.A." made maintaining a hard-on a painful
proposition.  " That should keep your mind pure and your hands
off" He laughed "Get dressed, we're going for a little ride in
the country today" he instructed, pointing to the boots, jeans
and "t" shirt he'd laid out for me.  He went back to his packing
as I slipped in to the tight jeans, the metal and locks confining
my cock and balls showing clearly through the worn denim holding
them snugly against my thigh.  Boots and shirt quickly followed,
and we were ready to depart.

    We walked to the parking lot where he stopped next
to a black panel van and opened the side door."In
you go" ordered following and closing the door behind him.  The
back of the van was completely closed off from the front by a
wall with a small door to pass through to the drivers
compartment.  Retrieving a set of handcuffs from his bag, he
locked my arms behind my back and to ring set low in the divider.
With out a word he opened the door and climbed in to the driver's
seat.  Closing the door cutoff all light and as he started the
engine, I settled myself as comfortably as possible for the ride.
To where, I hadn't a clue.

  The ride lasted for quite a long time, most of it felt like we
were on the freeway, at a considerable rate of speed, but now I
can feel the van slowing and the ride has become much rougher.  A
short time later the van stopped and I could here several voices
exchange greetings and instruct my master to "Drive on through
the gate and park next to that shed." The van started moving
again, then backed a short distance and stopped.  Suddenly the
back doors flew open and though somewhat blinded by the intense
light I could make out several figures standing around the open
van doors.

"Nice meat" one of the men exclaimed.  "Get him out of there and
lets check him out!" My cuffs were unlocked from the wall and
replace, locking my hands  behind my back.  I was pulled roughly
out the back doors and found my self standing in the center of a
circle of men, all of whom were dressed in leather.  My eyes had
adjusted to the light and as I looked around, I saw two other
boys, both nude and bound, one to a stake set in a sort of
corral, the other hanging by his arms from a beam sticking out
from the top of the shed.  Both looked like they had been
thoroughly worked over before we arrived.  A tall, rough look man
in black leather chaps and a vest pawed at my chest and ass,
ripped my shirt off and exclaimed, " No slave at this ranch
covers his body", and pulling the remnants of my shirt off he
pushed me to the ground, grabbing my pants and pulling them off
with my shoes and socks.  That seemed to be the signal the others
were waiting for and all of them started feeling me, rubbing
their hands all over my body, pinching my tits and balls and
slapping my ass while my master should back and watched.

"Lets get him inside" said a short, stocky man in jeans, his hard
cock sticking out of his pants.  Two of them looped there arms
through my and dragged my into the shed.  Looking around I found
myself in a dungeon much larger then any other I had see before.
A collar was locked around my neck and I was pushed in to a small
cell, complete with a steel toilet, bunk and very strong
bars."Watch while we finish with that one" the tall man ordered,
pointing to a young man I had not seen when I entered.  He was
suspended from a Roman cross, welts and bruises covering most of
his body.  As I watched, the tall man picked a short bull whip
from several hanging from a rack and walking over to the boy on
the cross.  He lightly, almost lovingly stroked the boy with that
evil looking whip, producing a whimper from the gaged boy.  "You
ready to take more pain for me boy?" he asked.  The kid shook his
head back and forth, his eyes getting bigger, an expression of
real terror on his face.
"To bad" exclaimed the man as he stepped back and swung the whip.

The whip struck the kid across his chest, sending a spray of
sweat across the room.  I could see every muscle on the boys body
stand out as he strained against the bounds, a loud grunt was the
only sound he could utter past the gag.  He was struck three more
quick blows, as hard or harder then the first when his head
dropped to his heaving chest.  The master working on the boy
exchanged the whip for a long, narrow paddle about two inches
wide.  He rubbed the end of the paddle across the kids cock, and
was rewarded with a large drop of pre-cum! The kid looked up at
him and even with the gag, I could tell he was smiling at the
man.  "I thought you'd like this" he said, as he slapped the kids
balls lightly with the paddle.  Two slaps later, the kids half
hard cock was standing straight up, pre-cum oozing from the tip,
a long strand of the sticky fluid hanging down.

"Just take 5 blows from this and I'll let you down, ok? he asked
the boy.  He agreed with a nod of his head, and closed his eyes.
"Wack" The first blow was a vicious swing, up between the kids
legs, catching both nuts between the paddle and his crotch,
sending his cock bouncing into his stomach from the force of the
impact.   Another glob of pre-cum stretched from his hard dick to
his stomach.  The kid inhaled deeply, but before he could make a
sound, the second blow struck, swung across, striking just below
his cock.  The kid grunted again, sweat flowing from every pore
on his body.  WACK-WACK, Two fast blows, one on each side of his
ball sack had the kid groaning through the gag.  His body
strained to break free of the straps holding him to the cross as
his master gently rubbed the paddle across his chest, down to his
crotch.The kids cock was jumping up and down, pumping a steady
stream of that sticky lube, when the last swing struck the
underside of his cock, the tip of the paddle hitting both nuts.

His cock seemed to take on a life of its own, swelling and
jerking up and down until finally, with the kid making a
gurgling, grunting sound deep in his throat, his cock exploded,
spurting his hot cum several feet in front of him.  The tall man
smiled and stroking his own cock, stepped up to the kid and shot
his load, hitting the boys face and chest.  The master released
the boy, lowering him gently to the floor.  "Back to your cage
boy, you did real good, but I think you need a rest" the man
ordered.  The kid crawled to the cell next to mine, and closed
the door locking himself in.  "Your next, new meat" he growled at
me.  We've got a good time planed for you!" He laughed as he left
the room, leaving us alone.