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This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence.
Story Summary: Story is written in first person, Mark and I meet = agreeing to wrestle for domination. I get tricked, and beaten several times until I submit naturally.
Read on – and I hope you enjoy this story.
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Why must I have a romantic excitement toward submissive behavior when it relates to sexual talk from a guy? In this case, it got me trained to obey in the short time that my new internet friend visited me. We set up a grand meeting where we could be alone and away from our respective families. Mark liked it rough – sex that is – and his chatting turned me on. He had been with two other men before – but he wanted to "break me in" as his new "boy". He assured me that I would take such a thrill to his rough treatment that I would beg for more. I was uncertain – and thus asked for a few ways to protect myself from the uncertainty of being bound and helpless to another man.
When Mark arrived at the private house, I shook his hand and felt his strong grip as it nearly crushed my bones. Mark was 6' 5" 230 pounds and had a gleam in his eye as he enjoyed checking out my body. "Ohhh, those pecks sure look nice on you boy!" he cheerfully exclaimed. Mark had a thing for nice chests, and claimed that mine was just perfect. At 6'3" 200 pounds, I was smaller than him but big enough for him not to totally dwarf me. Only in my presence 5 minutes and already he was mouthing off – making me feel a bit insecure about my body and his eventual domination over me. "Such a pretty mouth – gonna have to fill it up with my cock!" He teased more.
When I had finished the tour of the house, Mark said he wanted to get to know me better and to relax and talk for a few minutes before we eventually got around to wrestling. I had already told him that I thought it would be more interesting to wrestle – where the winner would force the loser to obey. Mark had described a scene where he chloroformed an unwilling male – and then subjected him to countless humiliation until he willingly submits. I was leery of him pulling out a bottle and spilling it onto a rag – and forcing it over my mouth until I was out cold. What I didn't expect was that he offered me some brownies that his wife had made. Unbeknown to me, these were already laced with a drug that would incapacitate me in less than 15 minutes. He said that his wife made them – supposedly for the guys which he was with playing golf. This was the lie that he told her – to keep her from knowing the real truth – that he was secretly meeting a guy to turn him into his own cocksucking pet.
I ate one of the laced brownies – and we chatted while he waited patiently for the drugs to do their work. As we prepared to wrestle I stripped down to my underwear and t-shirt, and Mark did likewise. His upper body was bigger and stronger than mine – but I thought as long as I had speed on my side I could stay in the match for a long time and maybe wear him down. We started grappling and he got me in a bear hug and just kept on squeezing me, while my arms were pinned against my sides. I was becoming weak and groggy – I thought it was because of his grip – not realizing it was the doped desert. Pretty soon I felt faint – and blacked out.
When I slowly came to – I struggled to move my arm – it wouldn't budge. I wanted to wipe some liquid from my face but my hand couldn't reach it. I looked over my left shoulder and realized that my wrist was bound to the bed frame. My other wrist was bound to the other side. "What the Fuck?" I stammered out loud.
"Aahh you are awake. Now I can begin playing with your body so that you can enjoy it." Mark replied from the other end of the bedroom. I lifted my head and tried to look over my bound body to see him approach me.
"What happened? How did you tie me up? What is the stuff on my face?" I asked Mark as he sauntered over to my side.
"We wrestled – just like you wanted – a sleeper hold put you out. I tied you up so you can begin your servitude to me – and I came on your face while you were out cold – I was just so damned turned on." Mark snickered.
"You what? You shot a load of cum on me?" I complained as I tested the bonds holding my hands tight over my head.
"That's right man – or should I call you BOY now. You are my boy. You nursed on my cock – sucked it like a pacifier while you were out. I stuffed my cock into your mouth and you sucked on it. Your little boy cock – it's not so little – It got hard and I will have a good time keeping you on the edge for hours." Then scooping up some of the left over glob of spunk – he offered his coated fingers for me to clean. "Go on – boy – suck my fingers clean of my seed."
I gritted my teeth and refused to open my mouth for him. He wasn't going to win this easy. But my bound body was absolutely no match for this enormous man. Reaching down to my balls – Mark grabbed them and slowly closed his fist until my balls were trapped in his massive paw. As I yelped in pain he stuffed his two fingers into my mouth and threatened "Lick them real good BOY – and keep your teeth off them – or I may have to crush these tiny balls you have." Then while I was sucking his fingers clean – I listened to him explain his appreciation for my bound body. "Boy – you thought all along that it was the size of your prick that made you inferior to other men. It's not. Your prick is just fine. It's the size of your balls boy. You've got tiny balls – not the size of walnuts like I have." He cupped his ball sack and showed me his full size nuts.
Mark then left the room and came back with a leather sports bag – and removed some items. First he showed me a rubber ring – that he called a cock ring. "This will keep your dick from shooting off – until I allow it." He worked the ring over my flesh – and even though I felt helpless to stop him – my dick loved the new attention it was receiving. It throbbed and pulsated for his amusement. Then he showed me a funny contraption with a suction cup on the end and a small hose leading to a handheld unit. "This is my wife's breast pump." Mark enlightened me "I'll use it to draw your nipples out from hiding. You told me on the internet that your nipples do not stick out when you get cold or excited. Let's see what this thing can do for that problem." Mark put the suction cup against my left nipple and turned the pump on. In seconds, my breast was sucked into the cup and in a short time – he got what he wanted – my exposed nipple for him to capture and torture.
Mark attached a small clip to my extended nipple so that it could not retract again. It stung and throbbed at the same time. Then he went to work on the other breast – coaxing it out as well. The clip went over that one too. A tiny chain connected them both – and Mark delighted in pulling on it from time to time. He kneaded my chest muscles and savored the power he had over my bound and helpless body. My cock – jutted up away from my body as he toyed with all different sections of my helpless body. He would flick his finger at the bound tits and amused himself as I sucked in my breath from every movement. "We're going to wrestle again sometime soon when I let you go – so I think I should massage your arms so that you are more pliable when I string you up again." He rolled my bicep like he was kneading some bread dough. For a few moments it felt good. But then I realized that the more he rubbed them – the more aching they got. Little did I realize that he was softening me up and working my muscles so that my arms would feel useless for hours. For at least twenty minutes Mark worked over my biceps alternating between gripping them and punching them until they were like rubber.
