One of my most recent, and very pleasant, experiences with a slaveboy started with a chat at gay. com, in the leather room. Turned on by some of my stories, this slaveboy asked for a private chat. It turned out that he lived in the same place where I live. I gave him an idea what I might do with him, which fully matched his fantasies. It clearly turned him on. However, since he had a partner, he did not see an opportunity to ever play the kind of games we both seemed to like. End of story, or so I thought, until I got an email from him, not long thereafter.
"Master Rob Sir! I spoke to you late last week on the chat box of gay. com. I live in the same city, and we talked a while about me having a partner but needing a master's touch. You told me to read your stories, which I found arousing. I included a short one of my own for you, something I wrote a while ago to give my partner some idea of what I want and need.
To prompt your memory: I'm 28, 1.80 m, 75 kg, shaved _c_o_c_k_/balls/body, toned, cute, brown hair and hazel eyes. Good sense of humour and place (at your feet:)
I'm interested in talking more if you're interested.
boy rob"
Here is the story he added:
"He walked in after a long day in the workshop, sweaty and needing a beer. After greeting his slave with a hard squeeze of the balls he sent him for a beer. He fell back on the bed in the cool room waiting impatiently for the slave to return.
He thought the slave might need tuning-up as he wasn't being quick enough with the beer. But the slave would probably get off on the attention. Maybe 10 hard slaps on his bare arse with a belt might make the difference.
The slave returned with the beer and opened if for Him. He then knelt to take off his master's boots and peel back the sweaty socks. He asked permission to take his work clothes off which he did in deep respect, never touching his _c_o_c_k_ or balls. He then sat silently waiting for any commands he might make.
He sipped on his beer and watched his slave, observing that his _c_o_c_k_ was tenting his shorts out, which wasn't surprising as he hadn't let his slave cum for two weeks. It was good the mere thought of pleasing his master should get him hard.
"Strip" he muttered from around his beer. The slave stood and quickly shed his clothes, making sure that his master saw him from every angle. His _c_o_c_k_ ring bit in around the base of his _c_o_c_k_ emphasising its hardness. Once again the slave sat at the Master's feet, who made use of the nearness to rest his feet on the slave's back. He put his half-finished beer next to his feet, making goose-bumps rise down the slaves naked flesh, and lit a cigarette.
He lent back again and smoked and sipped the day's stress away. He enjoyed the sight of the slave's _c_o_c_k_ twitching with each pulse and grabbed his own _c_o_c_k_ in response. He finished his beer and stood up to take a piss, pushing his slave out of the way with a rough shove of his knee, commanding "get out some rope and wait for me here."
With that he handed the slave the empty stubby and cigarette butt and walked off. The slave sucked the wet butt for the last of the tobacco and then carried out his master's wishes. He returned and the slave handed him the rope and knelt before him. Grabbing the slave by the hair the Master pulled him up and then pushed him over a chair. He tied the slave's arms firmly behind his back and then admired the view of the exposed arse, just waiting for his _c_o_c_k_ to fill it. But the slave had to earn that privilege.
He slid his belt from his workpants, folded it over once, and without warning brought the belt down hard against the creamy white arse. The slave jerked in pain but didn't make a sound, knowing how to accept discipline. A long red welt began to form from the belt. Nine more whacks in quick succession brought tears to the slave's eyes, but with each slap his arse rode higher to please his master. With the slave's _c_o_c_k_ and balls now dangling the Master started to tie them down. First he wound the rope tight about the base, and then circled the shaft to a point halfway between the base and tip. He left the balls free but tightly squeezed by the coils of the rope. He tied off the end with a rough yank and then used the remaining length to pull the slave's _c_o_c_k_ back between his thighs. With another sharp tug he passed the rope around the to the front of one thigh and tied off the last of the rope to where it left the _c_o_c_k_ shaft.
A slap to the balls brought the slave's attention back. "Stand up and face me." He grabbed a nipple, and twisted it, then plunged his tongue into the slave's mouth. He then attached a thin leather strap around the slave's balls and fed the other end through his work boots. He let the boots drop and the slave grunted as they pulled his balls down. "Bend over bitch."
With a shove He sent his now rigid _c_o_c_k_ into the soft flesh of the exposed arse, in one push he buried his _c_o_c_k_ to the hilt. He built up a rhythm, which set the boots swaying violently, pulling the slave's balls from side to side. The Master was content to get his load off quickly today, as he couldn't be bothered training for too long today. With a lunge he started to cum and grabbed for the slave's hair to get a better hold. He came and collapsed across the slave's back, his own _c_o_c_k_ slipping out with a satisfied slurp.
The slave with boots still attached gently cleaned off his master's _c_o_c_k_ with his mouth and then stood waiting until his master was ready. After ten minutes the Master got up and got dressed and walked off to get another beer. About fifteen minutes later he returned and gave the slave permission to sit on the bed, then untied his hands."
The story was followed by some intriguing comments:
"Sir! Master Rob Sir!
Have read and appreciated your stories, couldn't help but imagine serving as one of your boys. Would like to meet you in person to discuss possibilities.
You know that I have a partner, and very much love and adore him. However, I have some desires that he isn't that interested in. I guess that a lot of my deeper instincts tell me that he can't meet them. I don't want to end the relationship as in every other way we're meant to be together. The side of me that needs attention and control is just one part of my _s_e_x_uality. I'm hoping that you may be able to help me to explore this aspect if we both want it, have mutual attraction, and can agree on the most appropriate contract.
I'm not looking for a quick experiment with BDSM, I'm looking for a Master to help me explore. I really don't think that I'm ready for an explicit _s_e_x_ual encounter, even though my body urges me to be used. What I'm looking for is a man that can guide me towards becoming the best boy I can be.
I appreciate that you would want some return for your investment and would be happy to discuss these details in person. I'll try to give you an idea of what I want at first. I'd like to meet with you to ensure that we're both attracted enough for _s_e_x_ual tension to play its part. I would of course submit to a full inspection, and am happy to be stripped and given a brief workout. You would be able to test my pain limits, with the understanding that the goods can't be marked. I'm interested in developing both my physical and mental aspects. You could set and continually develop an exercise regime and a written report or journal for me to complete for you, then we could meet once a week, or should I say, I'd report once a week for inspection, discipline, and your pleasure. I'm not interested in getting off. It isn't my place to use you for my own release, rather the other way around. Even if you do want me to cum for you, this isn't what I'm ready for initially. I see my boy role as serving your wishes, so if you think that at some point I should be used _s_e_x_ually then I would respect your wishes. We would need to negotiate this part in advance, but I realise that this is what we should be working towards. At some future point I would like to think that you would be proud enough of your boy to lend him to the Master's friends to be used.
I hope to more fully understand my emotional desires and reconcile these with my understanding of BDSM under a Master's guidance, and still maintain my relationship with my partner.
At the present I'm able to meet you for an initial inspection on Wednesday afternoons. Please let me know if this suits you, if not we can arrange another time.
prospective boy rob"
I have had a lot of fan mail since I first posted my stories, but this mail went further than any I had received before. Besides, this boy lived very close to my place. I decided to mail him back, and soon received an answer:
"Sir! Master Rob Sir!
Thank you for taking the time to respond in such detail. The problem of where to meet is difficult. It is impossible to use my place just as is yours. You may wish to meet at a café or park first. This makes it difficult for you to inspect me fully, but at least we could talk and make further arrangements if you think I would be suitable.
I can't think of any place to meet for you to use me fully other than getting a room somewhere. I haven't any scanned photo to send you. I'll wait to hear if you still want to interview me as a slaveboy.
boy rob"
I was convinced I wanted to meet this boy, and quickly mailed back:
"Yes, I do want to meet you for an interview, boy rob, as long as you fully appreciate the situation and there are no unreasonable expectations. Meeting in a park to go for a walk sounds fine to me, at least for a first encounter. It gives us a chance to talk. Tomorrow is not an option, but next Wednesday would seem fine.
Master Rob"
His answer arrived the very next day:
"Sir! Master Rob Sir!
I'd be able to meet you between 12 and 1.30 or between 4 and 6 next Wednesday. Let me know what suits you and where you'd like to meet.
boy rob"
Fine with me, I though, and I let him know at once:
"Hallo boy rob,
We will meet on Wednesday between 12 noon and 1.30 pm. Nothing major will happen, other than a first interview, during which I will test if you are suitable to take on as a new slaveboy. I expect a submissive attitude. You will wear a _c_o_c_k_ring. If you do not have one, you can improvise what to use as an alternative. We will meet in the suburb close to where you work, where I will pick you up at a location - details will follow if you're still interested.
Master Rob"
The eager slaveboy responded straight away:
"Sir! Master Rob Sir!
This boy humbly submits to the Master's wishes and awaits further instructions. My boy _c_o_c_k_ is hard with the thought of serving you.
boy rob"
Then, I mailed him detailed instructions about the place I would pick him up, and he let me know how I would recognise him and his car. One final mail arrived before the arranged date, with the following key questions:
"Do you want me to wear my rubber or metal _c_o_c_k_ring?
Do you wish me to dress in any particular fashion?
This boy will do his best to please Sir and will be very respectful of the time Master Rob has already spent organising to meet me. As such I will do my utmost to please Him.
boy rob"
Unfortunately something happened, which made it impossible for me to meet him at the arranged day, and I let him know at once. However, he was unable to check his email until after our projected meeting. He mailed:
"Sir! Master Rob Sir!
I apologise for not replying sooner, my email was offline until yesterday afternoon. I did attend and wait for Sir to inspect me. I realise that you have more important things to do than run around after me and respect your position. I am very grateful that you emailed me to let me know. If you still wish to interview me I will try to be at your disposal and more flexible with times and days. I hope that your situation improves.
boy rob"
My response followed:
"I hope you were wearing your metal _c_o_c_k_ring, and jeans with appropriate belt, boy rob. Perhaps you could send me a brief report of what you experienced, without too much emphasis on your obvious disappointment."
The boy did as instructed:
"SIR! Master Rob SIR!
I dressed to go to work wearing blundstones, faded black jeans, wide black belt, g-string, metal _c_o_c_k_ring and plaid shirt. The _c_o_c_k_ring is too small for my _c_o_c_k_, but I stuffed my boy _c_o_c_k_ and balls through it anyway. I've been shaving my _c_o_c_k_, balls, and groin for Sir's pleasure when you inspect me. Most of the morning was painful as the metal ring bit into the base of my _c_o_c_k_. I couldn't get the thought of Sir's hands over my body off my mind. Because of this my _c_o_c_k_ was semihard all morning which made sitting down quite uncomfortable.
I got to the arranged location at 12.20pm, bought a bottle of water from the Deli and waited in my car for Sir. I tried not to stare at every man who parked to get lunch from the shop, thinking that Sir wouldn't approve of such a foreward manner in his boy. I waited with my hard _c_o_c_k_ throbbing against its metal ring until 1pm. I thought perhaps Sir would think it right for me to wait on him. Back at work it took nearly ten minutes to free my _c_o_c_k_ from its suffocating grip.
I was very embarrased that Sir hadn'd shown up. I knew that you would have emailed me but had no way of accessing my email. I had no choice but to wait for Sir at 12.30 as instructed.
I have begun getting my body more in shape for Sir, and hope that it will please you. Of course, I will do my best to improve it more once you have inspected me. I'm sure that Sir will know what this boy should do to please Sir.
I respect your need to postpone interviewing me. I will continue to work towards getting my body presentable for Sir.
boy rob"
I let the boy know what I thought of his report:
In hindsight, I think it was very good to make you wait there for 40 minutes, boy rob. However, it was also the right thing to inform you in advance, as a boy should be able to fully trust his Master. Were you trying to impress me by writing that the _c_o_c_k_ring was too small? A _c_o_c_k_ring is never too small if it is used for a Master's boy.
This week a meeting is not possible. Let me know when you can make yourself available for inspection next week. I want to check myself if, indeed, you are getting that body into shape. Do you smoke?
I am satisfied with your first report. It shows you're a keen boy, willing to submit and obey.
Master Rob"
His submissive answer arrived soon thereafter:
"SIR! Master Rob SIR!
Thank you for emailing me, I appreciate your attention and hope that I can serve Sir appropriately. I will try not to bother Sir with insignificant details such as my _c_o_c_k_ring being too small. If you wish something done then it is my duty to perform without question, and to learn what Sir wishes so to serve more discreetly. This boy is able to be at the arranged location by 12:00 next Wednesday, and should be able to be at Sir's feet until 13.45.
SIR! I am riding from 30-50 km per week.
Workout: every 2nd day stomach crunches 50 reps/ 2 sets push-ups 15 reps / 2 sets squats 20 reps / 2 sets back lifts 10 reps / 2 sets Lower ab crunches 50 reps / 2 sets
SIR!
I smoke and am trying to give up.
boy rob"
It all sounded just fine, and I responded:
"Very well then, boy Rob,
Unless something crops up, we will meet on Wednesday. You will wait for me at the same location - same outfit as last time. I want you to book a room for us in the hotel that is very close to our meeting point. I will pick up the bill. Make sure the room is available when we want it, rather than late in the afternoon.
Since you're so keen to impress me with your workout schedule, I will let you show off for me, albeit it not in the same outfit as you usually wear when you go to the gym.
I am disappointed that you have tried, in vain, to give up smoking. You obviously need some encouragement there, boy Rob.
See you on Wednesday, 12.15,
Master Rob
PS - I could wear my 'work clothes', which are quite a bit neater than the jeans I might change into. Would one of the two be a specific turn-on or off? Whatever you reply, I will decide what I wear, of course. Master Rob"
And then the boy responded:
"Sir! Master Rob Sir!
Thank you for my instructions. I will try to please Sir as best as I can. I submit to your encouragement to give up smoking. Neither jeans nor work clothes turn me off - although a dominant man in suit and tie is hard to pass.
Respectfully boy rob"
The mail was followed by another one:
"Sir! Master Rob Sir!
I have booked a room at the hotel under the name of Masters. They have been informed that the room will be needed by 12:00. It's a double without shower toilet, but can be upgraded to shower and toilet. I hope that I have pleased Sir, but will accept your right to correct me without reserve.
boy rob"
What happened during our meeting, you can read in my story, entitled "boy rob serves Master Rob," which appeared on MMSA Stories site not so long ago. However, I thought that you might also be interested in the conversation that preceded our encounter. Since boy rob did not object to me using our correspondence, I compiled what I had stored. Please contact me on hotdate@hotmail. com if you want to let me know what you thought of this story. In case you wondered: it is entirely true!