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Subject: Master Amon – Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between dominant men and submissive teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at fty/donate.html Gay – Authoritarian: M+/t+ oral anal – – – – – Master Amon – Part 1 It was a Friday evening, around seven o’clock. I was as nervous as hell, but still determined to go ahead with my plan. I had been bedeviled, from the age of fifteen, by an urge to be dominated by a single-minded authoritarian: a man that would tie me up and have sex with me, and keep me captive for several days. I needed to fulfil my fantasy before I left school and joined the nine-to-five rat race. I sat in the passenger seat of the man’s car. I had hoped that he would force me into the car’s boot for the journey out of town, but he didn’t. He was big and burly, so he could have easily folded me up and dumped me inside the boot. He didn’t say a word during the whole trip. All I could see in the dark was a low glow of light coming from the tip of his cheroot cigar. As the car turned off the side road, I caught a brief glimpse of Master Rudd’s house in the headlights. It was large and detached, and located in the middle of nowhere. So it was the ideal place to have a weekend bondage session with a newbie slave. “Welcome to Arsebreak Hotel, Kevin,” he said, as the driver’s door creaked open. “Two long nights and two long days of harsh discipline. And you get to experience it all, for free. Now, as we agreed in the chat room, you do everything I tell you to do; you address me as ‘Sir’; and ‘Respite’ is the safe word. Is that clear?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, nervously. “Good. Now get out of the car and take off all your clothes. You can stow them on the back seat of the car. No jewellery, no wristwatch. I just want to see some bare-arse beauty.” My fantasy was now becoming reality. For the past three years my mind had been abuzz with master-slave scenarios. There was something about being sexually abused by a dominant man that excited me more than anything else. Of course, this weekend’s outing was just a simple role-playing romp with a fellow enthusiast, but because Master Rudd was a stranger, it did press all the right buttons in my head. The butterflies in my stomach were warning me of the potential danger I was in, if things went awry. I was now standing, stark-bollock-naked beside a car in the middle of nowhere. Master Rudd had left town, heading for Chelmsford, as expected. However, I quickly lost my bearings when he took to the side roads and drove the car down some narrow country lanes. There was very little moonlight that evening, so the car’s headlights were our only guide. The sound of the car doors locking put my clothes out of reach. Everything I had been wearing was now inside the car. I felt a little nauseous and fearful, but excited at the same time. I still wasn’t sure that I had made the right decision – maybe dreams and fantasies are meant to remain just that, dreams and fantasies. “Right,” said Master Rudd. “Three times round the car. Let’s see that naked body on the move. And put your hands on your head …. and walk real slow.” My cock twitched as the man gave out his orders. Luckily, I could see the silver car ataköy escort in the dark, so I had no problem walking round it. However, my bare feet didn’t fare too well on the gravel drive, so I limped a little as I tentatively completed the task. “Good, boy,” he said, as he slapped my arse. “Now get down on the ground and give me a dozen press-ups.” Doing press-ups on the gravel drive wasn’t easy, especially when a leather boot was pressing down on your arse. “Right! Up on all-fours, bitch. Let’s get this leather collar fitted. It’s a handy thing to have round a slave’s neck. It helps when I lead you from place to place.” Master Rudd laughed as he placed the collar round my neck and snapped it into place. My dreams of becoming a slave were now a reality, and it was clear that there was no turning back. And from my master’s actions, it was doubly clear that he was eager to lord it over me. He attached a leather leash to my collar and gave it a tug. “Do you like that, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” I replied. I could feel my cock stiffen as he tugged on the leash again. I followed him across the drive on my hands and knees. The sharp gravel cut deep into my skin as we headed toward the front door of the house. Master Rudd was dressed entirely in black. He certainly looked the part of a single-minded authoritarian, and his rugged features only added to that dominant image. Also, leading a naked teenager around on a leash left nothing in doubt. This was the reality I was hoping for: the alpha male and his wimpy subordinate. The inside of the house was ultra neat and tidy, but still I was put to work cleaning it up. Like a Victorian housemaid, I was ordered to wear a white lace half-apron as I cleaned and dusted. I was then spanked, over my master’s knee, for taking too long. After the punishment, I was ordered to sweep the living-room carpet with a dustpan and brush. I was then spanked, whilst on my hands and knees, for taking too long. Some three hours later, I was still being spanked for taking too long over my cleaning duties. My arse was red-raw as I carefully cleaned the toilet seat with my tongue. I spent the rest of the night in a cast iron bath, tied up with rope. In the morning, I was led outside, into the garden, and put to work again. With no breakfast, I was told to work hard for my bread and water supper. The sun beat down as I cut the grass, trimmed the bushes, and washed down the patio. Of course, I was tied to a tree and spanked for taking too long. I was then left tied to the tree for an hour or so, before being washed down with ice-cold water from a garden hose. As I hugged the tree, soaking wet, I heard the back gate open and close behind me. I turned my head, but could not see who had entered the garden. Master Rudd had gone into the house to bring out a rubber dildo. He was planning to plant it in my arsehole, to see if it would bear fruit. “Face the tree trunk, bitch,” said a man with a thuggish inflection in his voice. “We are here to collect a debt. So stay where you are for the moment. My colleagues will return after taking care of Mr. Rudd, who owes us an overdue tribute.” I pulled on my bonds, but they wouldn’t budge. The collar around my neck was tied to the tree with rope, just like my ankles and wrists. My eighteen-year-old arse was there to be spanked and fucked by my master, but clearly he was busy elsewhere – I could hear merter escort him being beaten up by the debt collectors. I was in a real panic. Crying out for help would only bring me grief – the debt collectors would knock me into the middle of next week if I made a fuss. And if help did come, what would they think of a red-arsed teenager tied to a tree, with a slave collar round his neck. No, with luck, the men would threaten me, so I wouldn’t bear witness, and then leave me to hump the tree. “Has he seen the error of his ways?” asked the man, who was clearly talking to his colleagues. “He must be made aware of his shortcoming.” “Yes, Master Amon,” replied another man. “We left him with a beer bottle up his arse and a black and blue cock.” “He said we could take the tree-hugger as part payment,” said a third man. “He suggested we hang him upside down and treat him like a slab of meat, like the other slaves he’s given us in the past.” “Yes,” said Master Amon. “This one does look fresh. Okay, gag him and wrap him, and dump him in the boot of the car. We can tag him later.” “No! No! No!” I shouted. “I’m no slab of meat. You can’t just drag me off and hang me up. I know my rights!” “You have the right to remain silent, bitch,” said the black man squeezing my ball-sac. “We have cut out a few tongues in our time, so do take care, blood.” “Okay, okay,” I pleaded. “So what will it take to let me go?” “That time has come and gone,” said Master Amon. “The moment I saw your white arse-cheeks glistening in the sunshine, that’s when the window closed on your freedom.” “Rope bondage is Master Amon’s passion, bitch,” said the black man squeezing my ball-sac. “So you’ll be hanging from our dungeon ceiling in all kinds of kinky positions, and held there with dozens of ropes. I’m very keen on the half-moon position myself.” “But, but…” I mumbled, as a ball-gag was forced into my mouth. * * * Sometime later, I found myself in a large basement, sitting alongside two other teenagers. We were all naked and chained to the wall. The concrete floor was cold against my bare arse-cheeks, and I was quickly coming to terms with the fact that I had been abducted by three burly black men. Six, a boy with blond hair, was trying to wank me off. He was pretty, like a girl, and looked great in the nude. However, his cock was really small for a teenager. The number six was written on his left breast, just above the nipple, in black ink. This was his slave tag apparently. “When Lloyd arrives,” said Master Amon to Seven, “I want to see you and Six suck him off in front of Eight.” “Yes, Sir,” said Seven, as he looked at me and smirked. “Seven is Master Amon’s favourite slave,” said Six to me. “He loves being imprisoned in the basement. And he loves hanging from that electric hoist by rope.” I liked the idea of being tied up, but I didn’t like the idea of being held captive by Master Amon and his henchmen. Seven clearly saw me as a potential rival, with a larger cock, so I had to watch my step around him as well. Some ten minutes later, Lloyd was standing in front of me, totally naked. His coal-black cock and muscular body did make me reassess my attitude towards being held captive by burly black men. And watching him being sucked off by two white teenagers did press all the right buttons in my head. The masochist within me was now happy to comply with my change of bahçeşehir escort circumstances. “Stroke his cock back and forth,” ordered Master Amon. “Play with his rigid length, Seven. And lick his shiny knob, Six. He really likes that.” I was amazed at the size of Lloyd’s uncut cock. It was truly awesome. “Keep sucking that cock,” said Leo [Henchman One]. “It’s got a lot of work to do today, so it needs to be as stiff as possible.” Six looked so sexy licking Lloyd’s coal-black cock. He was a very pretty boy, and had a lovely little arse. I smiled when Lloyd began thrusting his hips back and forth, as he fucked the boy’s mouth. “He’s a horny fucker,” said Winston [Henchman Two]. “I can’t wait to see him hump those three bloods.” “Yes,” said Master Amon. “He’ll fuck those three boys with ease. He’s a sex-machine.” Leo and Winston laughed as Lloyd grabbed the teenagers’ heads and crushed them against his rigid stem. Six and Seven began wanking themselves off as Master Amon ordered me to take over from them. I moaned with joy when the cock entered my mouth. Lloyd was delighted with my enthusiasm as I licked very inch of his cock and ball-sac. “That’s it, Eight,” said Master Amon. “But don’t push your luck! We don’t want him shedding his load too soon.” Lloyd was a muscle-bound hunk. His naked body was some thirty years old and super sexy. I liked him, and I knew he liked me. I really hoped that he would rescue me from Master Amon’s basement and lock me up in his own basement, so that he could fuck me morning, noon and night. * * * The fucking stool stood in the middle of the basement-cum-dungeon. Winston released the long chain that secured me to the wall. I was then ordered to replace Six, who was now stumbling around in a mesmerized stupor. I spread my legs and bent over the leather-covered stool. Thankfully, my arsehole was loose enough to take on Lloyd’s thick length. However, it was still a struggle to accommodate his ten-inch stem. Leo held my head and guided his eight-inch cock into my open mouth. Both men had thick, uncut cocks, so I had a lot of hard-standing meat to satisfy that day. “Hold him firm, Leo,” said Lloyd. “Let’s spit-roast the wimp and give him a romp to remember. He won’t be forgetting us in a hurry, that’s for sure.” Lloyd was clearly loving the fuck, and was power-fucking my arse like a crazy man. Meanwhile, Winston was trying to keep the stool from moving. “Curve your back, bitch!” snapped Lloyd. “Keep it down …. For fuck’s sake!” I felt Lloyd’s hand on the small of my back, so I did my best to curve my spine. The cock up my arse was really to blame: every time it thrust forward, my back tried to straighten up, which upset the man’s rhythm. “Curve your back, boy,” said Leo, as he tugged on my ears. “You really need to work with us on this one. You’ve seen Seven and Six being humped and dumped, so now it’s your turn. Lloyd needs to score a hat-trick today, so don’t let the horny fucker down.” I tried to accommodate “the horny fucker” the best I could. The man was obviously tied, but my grunts and groans kept him hard at it. “That’s it, bitch,” said Lloyd. “Keep that back curved.” I was still grunting and groaning when the seed began to flow. Lloyd was the first to climax, as he squeezed my hips and flooded my inner sanctum with his spunk. I lost control next and covered, hands free, the fucking stool with spunk from my aching cock. Leo timed his release to a T. He grabbed my hair, withdrew his length from my aching mouth, and coated my sweaty face with his “hot spunk”. The two men praised my fortitude as Lloyd slapped my arse-cheeks a couple of times. Then, instead of letting me stand up, Leo held me in place as Master Amon spanked my arse.
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