I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.
CHAPTER 2 -- Daniels training begins
Damn this device is causing me agony, what with the way my cock is wanting to be erect all the time. I tried to remove it last night but he was right, any attempt to forcibly remove it would end up doing me permanent damage. I can't concentrate in my lessons, thinking about what had happened, often causing my cock to engorge, I curse under my breath each time this happens. I must think of something else.
It's the last lesson of the day and I'm really getting hacked off with this device. I'll take another look tonight on how to remove it, there must be a way. As the lesson ends we all pile out into the corridors. Just then I get a text message, it's from Sir.
"Directly outside the college main gates is a black van with red trim. The passenger door is open. Get in and climb into the back. There you will find a blindfold, put it on, wait and don't make a sound"
I head to the main gates and sure enough there is the van. My heart thumps hard, it feels like it is up in my throat. I can't do this, I'm filled with fear, I turn about and run home. I run hard, I just want to get home and hide away in my room, to forget about all this and hope it will disappear. Part of me want's to go back to the van to experience it all again but my conscience is fighting it. I'm not gay! I can't be but I enjoyed what happened. I no longer feel in control of my life and it's scaring the shit out of me.
I can hear the phone ring as I enter the house, my mother is the first to it.
"Hello," a pause, "oh yes he's just walked it."
"It's one of your teachers," she says handing the phone to me.
I look at her puzzled wondering why a teacher would phone me at home. I take the phone and she disappears into the kitchen.
"Hello?"
"I'm very disappointed in you,"
I freeze, my heart races and I feel light headed. That soft silky voice is unmistakable.
"H-h-how did you get my h-home number?" I ask.
"Never mind that, I told you there would consequences for disobeying me. I will be emailing a copy of this video to all your college mates, teachers and your mother tonight."
"No wait," I say in panic, "I'm sorry, I just got scared, please don't send out that video," I begin to cry.
"You had your chance,"
"Noooo, please Sir, I'm really am sorry," I sob, "I promise to be a good slave boy, please give me another chance."
Now I have locked myself in the down stairs toilet so my mother can't hear and I am sobbing my heart out.
Silence
"Please!" I beg.
"Alright, you get one more chance. You'd better not fuck up again," he says.
"I won't sir, I promise," I burble.
"Seeing as tomorrow is Saturday, you will tell your mother you are going to a friends to study,"
"My mom knows I don't have any friends, if I tell her I'm going to a friends house she will ask loads of questions, what should I tell her?"
"Use your imagination. The van will be at the end of your street at ten am. Same as before, the passenger door will be open, climb in the back and put the blindfold on."
The phone went dead.
Shaking I stay in the toilet trying to compose myself.
"You ok dear?" my mother asks from outside the door.
"Yeah, I think I got the runs, must have been something I ate," I lie.
What am I going to tell her?
I flush the loo, wash my hands and dry my eyes. I walk out and put the phone back on it's base. My mother is now in the lounge.
"Mom."
"Yes sweetheart."
"I'm going to friends house tomorrow to study, I may be gone a while," I lie again.
"Ooh, you got a friend?" she asks excitedly.
"Yeah someone I met at college," I lie more.
"Ooh that's lovely dear, I'm so glad you found a nice friend at last. I've always worried about you being stuck in your room all the time. It's not good for you you know."
"Yes mother."
"What's his name?"
"Er, um, Shane."
SHANE? Why the fuck did I pick Shane? Of all the names I could have chosen I picked fucking Shane!
"You must invite him over deary, I would love to meet him."
"Yes mother, I'll ask him."
I quickly run up to my room. I hate lying to my mother.
I drop my trousers and take another look at the device. Perhaps I could persuade Sir to leave it off tomorrow.
That night I didn't sleep well.
* * *
Nine am and I wake to my alarm. I remember what I have to do today. I feel depressed, I just want to disappear. I take a shower then dress in trainers, jeans and a check shirt then have some breakfast.
I leave the house at ten and walk down the street. Sure enough the van is at the end of the road. I walk up to the passenger side and making sure no one is around I try the door, it opens. My heart is pounding so hard it feels it will break out my chest. I climb in and sit in the passenger seat. There is nothing to give the game away as to who the owner is. It is extremely tidy, almost showroom standard. I look in the back and see the blindfold on a cushion on the floor. I clamber over the seats and pick up the blindfold. I wonder if it is the same one he used on me two days ago as I put it on. I then sit down on the cushion and wait. After about 5 minutes the van door opens and someone climbs in. I hear them clamber in the back and grab my arm. I'm shaking a lot.
"Are you nervous boy?" It's sir.
"Y-y-yes" I reply.
He puts leather restraints on my wrists.
"Please sir," I plead.
