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[travis16] !son
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[sam__] any Texas Dads?
* Jack-J SF CA – age 48 – 5 10 – 180 – hairy chested
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* travis16 has a homepage at http://www.hampstead.com/travis16/index.html

[Master4boy] Hello boy
[travis16] hi Sir
[Master4boy] nice homepage
[travis16] thx Sir
[Master4boy] RU submissive”
[travis16] sort of
[Master4boy] Hows that?
[travis16] i like to please
[Master4boy] Wd you like to please me, boy?
[travis16] maybe Sir
[Master4boy] I have a homepage too. http://www.boymaster.tu
[travis16] ic
[Master4boy] I want u to take a look at it.
[travis16] ok
[travis16] there is a lot there. i will have to do it the rest of it later.
[Master4boy] after u do, email me, Master-B@hothail.com
[travis16] ok

What Travis saw on his first, brief look at Master-B’s web page made his eyes go wide. One section profiled his “slaves.” There were lots of photos, pics of implements, the “playroom,” and young guys, though not as young as Travis, naked and tied up.

It wasn’t that the teenager hadn’t heard of S&M, slave and master relationships. But the youngster had never seriously considered that sort of thing for himself.

For a half hour, Travis continued to chat with men whose interests were in the more usual categories. Then he closed the internet connection. It wouldn’t be fair to hog the computer, since it was his friend’s machine to begin with.

But as soon as he got the chance, Travis went back to Master-B’s web site. The youth wondered why he was interested. Being a slave was so different from the kind of sexual experiences he had had with men. Or was it so different?

The youngster liked it best when a guy would take charge, undress him and play with him. He loved getting screwed even though there was some pain getting started. The man was his master for the time they were doing it, wasn’t he? Perhaps, it was just a matter of degree.

Maybe, Travis thought, he would like a guy to do more things to him. But some of it seemed scary. He wondered if a master might not hurt him too much, or not let him go, or even kill him. He could have gotten into trouble with one of the guys he had been with up to now. But nothing bad had happened to him.

Was someone who called himself a master more dangerous than a man who didn’t? Yes, there probably was more risk, the youth decided. Maybe it would be worth it though.

The teenager kept going back to the web site. He looked at the “tools” and the pictures again and again. There was an application form for prospective slaves to submit to Master-B. He alone would decide whether or not to accept someone. That made sense, Travis thought.

Name:______________________________________________________

Residential address:___________________________________________

___________________________________________________________

Postal address:_______________________________________________

___________________________________________________________

Telephone:__________________________________________________

Best times to call:_____________________________________________

Gender (choose one)
Male__, Female__, Other__ (specify):_____________________________

Sexual Preference (choose one)
Gay__, Bisexual__, Straight__, Other__ (specify):____________________

Age:_______Height:________Weight:________

Penis: Length:______Circumference:______ (choose one) cut__, uncut__

Eye Color:_________Hair Color:__________Skin Color:__________

Body Hair (choose one): shaved__, light__, medium__, heavy__

Facial Hair (choose one): no__, yes__ (describe)_____________________

____________________________________________________________

Tattoos (choose one): no__, yes__ (describe)________________________

____________________________________________________________

Piercings (choose one): no__, yes__ (describe)_______________________

____________________________________________________________

Physical deformities (choose one): no__, yes__ (describe)______________

_____________________________________________________________

Rate your interest and experience for each of the following activities:

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

My interest in this is (choose one): none__, low__, medium__, high__, intense__

I have done this (choose one): never__, seldom__, often__, very often__

Travis wondered why it wasn’t entirely about obedience, being a slave. Were these other categories really necessary? Of course, if he was in actual bondage, obedience didn’t come into it, except for allowing himself to be tied up in the first place. Anyway, a person would be a slave only for the time he was with the master. He didn’t have to come back, unlike real slavery where organized society would return the slave to his master.

So the master wouldn’t want to drive the slave away, unless he didn’t want him anymore. The master would want to be satisfied, but needed to satisfy the slave, also. Only then would a master/slave match sustain itself.

The distinctions among the various categories, like punishment and bondage, weren’t clear to the boy. Isn’t bondage also punishment? Travis decided that it depended on whether or not the slave wanted to be bound. If he did, then punishment could be not allowing the slave the bondage he wanted.

Humiliation would depend on what the slave found to be humiliating. Nudity in front of the master, specially if he were dressed, might be embarrassing to the slave in the beginning. But after many sessions it would become natural and lose its capacity to humiliate.

Travis had read some S&M advertisements that proclaimed the Master’s willingness to respect the slave’s limits. But if the slave set limits, was he a slave? The youngster thought it likely that a slave’s limits would change over time. Perhaps the slave would want the master to test the limits. He didn’t know the solutions to these puzzles and wasn’t sure anyone did.

The web site included a list of tools available. There were chains and ropes, handcuffs and foot cuffs, leather collar, wrist and ankle bands, needles, clothespins, caning sticks, paddles and floggers, cock rings and tit clamps, dildos and butt plugs, 90% alcohol, poppers, a spray bottle, lubricants, a shaver, latex gloves, a hood, a leather harness, a bed and a rubber mat. Travis thought he had a general idea of the uses of these things. He didn’t know what EGC cream and patches were or their function.

He supposed that if he filled out the form he would mark his interest as medium and his experience as none for each of the categories. He might rate his interest in getting fisted and water sports as low or none. But that would make them potential punishments, he realized.

Travis thought it would be better not to speculate about his first session with Master-B. For one thing, he knew it wouldn’t be the way he would imagine it. For another, the master must decide what will be done, or he isn’t the master. But the teenager couldn’t help himself. His mind flew right past his objections and conjured up events.

Master-B would meet him at the door. The tall, black haired, thin man with strong, cord like muscles visible in his fore arms, would be dressed in the same dark green jump suit as in the picture on the web site. This would contrast nicely with a short, blonde athlete, like Travis.

Of course, he would be ordered to strip immediately. Master-B would handcuff him behind his back, before leading him to the basement playroom. It was smaller than the boy had expected, perhaps 14 feet by 16.

The man would steer the youngster with one hand on the shoulder, giving him a brief tour of the space. Travis would notice handcuffs hanging from the ceiling by ropes. Underneath these there would be two sets of foot cuffs, each having one cuff already closed on a ring embedded in the floor.

Master-B would lock his ankles into these. His feet would be securely held about three feet apart. He would be instructed to raise his arms while the man cuffed his wrists. The ropes would then be raised so that his hands were above his head and about four feet apart.

He could rest his arms against the cuffs, but he would have to stand in place to prevent the cuffs from hurting his wrists. His mobility was limited to slight movements of his feet and some twisting of his shoulders and hips. He could adjust his position a little, if he chose to do so.

The man got a small table and set it beside Travis. On top of the table he placed a glass dish containing a red liquid and a package of cotton swabs. He dipped one of these into the liquid and opened the youngster’s mouth. Pushing up the lip he painted the exposed gum with the substance. Finished with that, Master-B did the same to the lower gums. Only then did Travis begin to feel the burning sensation that told him that the red liquid was hot sauce. His tongue reacted much more quickly, when it was coated.

The man took another swab, moistened it, and then pushed back Travis’s foreskin. He watched as the man spread the hot sauce over the head and in the crevice just below it. He didn’t feel the heat until the man pulled the skin back into place, recovering the tip.

Master-B put a fresh stick, shining red up his nostril. Now Travis could smell the pepper, as well as feel it. When the second nostril was treated, his eyes began to water. The man took another swab and collected some of his tears. To this he applied a small amount of the hot sauce, before dabbing the corner of each eye. Even diluted so, the sensation in the eye was as strong as elsewhere.

Through blurred vision, Travis saw Master-B move behind him. When he felt a finger on his anus, the boy knew that the hot sauce was being applied there as well. Three times the finger left and returned, spreading the substance.

Then the man left the room, switching off the light as he departed, and plunging the windowless room into total darkness. With nothing to hear or see and unable to move, Travis was undistracted from the stinging sensations in his mouth, eyes, nose, penis, and anus. He could only wait for the burning to lessen with the passage of time.

It took fifteen minutes. Master-B must have known how long would be required, because shortly after the pain was gone, the door opened and the lights were turned back on. Now Travis couldn’t see because it was too bright. But he could hear the man talking and too many footsteps for only one person.

As his eyes began to adjust to the change in light, the youth could make out two other people. They looked like Asian businessmen in their suits. He could see that Master-B had a plastic bottle in his hand and that he was explaining its function.

“It’s an over-the-counter enema solution used for cleaning the rectum before medical procedures. Once it is squeezed in, the slave will feel a very strong desire to expel it, which he wont be permitted to do.”

So saying, the man lubed the three inch tip. Travis felt the plastic tube being inserted into him and the cool liquid flow into the cavity of his lower bowel. At once he felt an urgent need to defecate, as in a sudden case of diarrhea. But he didn’t have to be told that going on the floor was unacceptable, or that the purpose of showing him to others was for his humiliation.

Master-B then instructed the two men on how to pinch and twist Travis’s nipples. One guy was assigned to work on each tit while the teenager tried to concentrate on keeping his sphincter shut tight. After five minutes of this, the boy had to speak.

“Its going to come out no matter what,” he warned.

The master quickly brought a large stainless steel pot and placed it underneath Travis. Then he opened the handcuffs and helped the boy to balance himself on the rim of the container. Travis let go, with relief.

The man undid the foot cuffs, handed him a roll of toilet paper and told Travis to clean his bottom. Then he ushered the youth out of the playroom and to an adjacent bathroom. There Travis was told to dump out the contents of the container, then to get into the stall shower and wash the vessel and himself.

When Master-B returned, the two men were no longer with him. He took Travis back to the playroom, put him on the bed, lubricated his anus and fucked him. The youth, tired out from the bondage and everything that had been done to him, felt a more complete yielding than he had ever experienced before.

E-Mail Message

hi MASTER,

i have looked at everything at your web site. it kind of scares me some. i don’t think i am ready yet to be someone’s slave.

i will go back to your site again sometime and think about it some more. there is something about it that interests me alright.

thank you, SIR.

travis