All the usual disclaimers, Blah! Blah! If not your scene or under age of consent dont bother to continue. Please ask for permission to publish elsewhere than on Nifty. Page formatted: A, cm margins, Times New Roman, He waited, impatiently. Finally he would meet his possible future Master face to face after so many weeks of emails, chats and only yesterday a short web cam contact.

Thank god for that little bottle. Id inhaled deeply the moment my hole flinched away from its massive attacker but that alone didnt account for the fact Id not screamed the place down when the initial violation occurred, let alone as my body was slowly but surely invaded by that monster weapon. I was split in half and then quarters by the slow but steady invasion, I wanted to scream but my lips were sealed and my breath taken by the lips so impossibly clamped to mine, the tongue

The morning came too soon. In fact it was Daddies voice calling from the door that finally broke through my befuddled senses. Lunch still at two son? He called across the room. It was strange him no longer calling me boy after so many years but I knew I was more boy to the man still sleeping beside me than I had ever been to him. Whats the time? Almost twelve.

I knew there was no choice and slipped of my old trainers and stepped over the edge to stand in sufficient piss and whatever to cover over my ankles. Someone had been busy. As my arse stretched in the process the metal plug fell out and clanged against the side of the bath. Worse for me in the immediate moment was the weight hanging from my balls Id managed to forget about with all the other abuse my body was attempting to recover from.

There was a quick squirt of cold lube up my hole and then an even colder plug was stuck slightly in. I had seen what was going to be used on me, a six inch solid metal plug that opened out twice to a breadth Id never get my fingers round and then back down to a very narrow shaft on a small oval plate. What Id not been ready for was how cold it felt or how quickly it was forced in my arse to the first stop. For the brief moment the plug had been in my view Id not taken much attention to the fact there was another stop to go.

There was something about that card and its terse message that hit a cord somewhere I hadnt known existed. I almost threw it away and then when I finally got home, washed up and recovered, found myself searching frantically for it, finally texting my mobile number before falling into a deep sleep where I dreamed of Darth Vader calling out, Come here boy and sit on this. Problem was with the lousy lighting and his black costume I just couldnt make out what I had to sit on. Nothing happened for the rest of that week and Id almost decided it had been a wind up when I got a

He stood up and took the case behind me and after some fumbling placed a hand on my back, Raise your arse up boy, obviously not high enough as his hand moved to jerk on my neck chain, higher. I felt the tip of a dildo or butt plug positioned at my hole and his hand moved to my shoulder to push down slightly, Now get your arse back down on that. He reached forward without any further speech and grabbed my right hand, pulling it back to clip the leather wristband to my left leg, then my left wrist to my right leg. Now it was only my knees that held my arse away from what I now realised was a dildo and I also knew with the angle my body was now bent backwards they

What can I do to him? Almost anything you want I guess, came a reply from the other body in Daddies van beside me. Will your boy need and assistance? that obviously directed as daddy. Not tonight, came the boastful reply from the cab. It was true. I didnt need anything to help Daddy enjoy himself. Tonight I was still flying on abuse and the endorphins that had released.

I couldnt have been more nervous having been trying all week to discover what Karl planned, what I should wear, what I should prepare for, how I should react. Dont you worry about it boy, was all he would say as he tugged on the chain round my neck, Just remember youre mine now, the weekends mine and what I decide to do is mine to decide. You just be have a meal ready for me as normal. When he left for work that Saturday morning he passed me a carrier bag.

Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun. If you dont like it; Blah! Blah! Blah! However -- if you do please let autor know Ant-Boyhotmail.co.uk I just loved nights like this, warm and sultry, no work the following day to get up for, feeling on top of the world, fit and randy with just enough alcohol to take the fetters off.