The new boy walked up the driveway, the rain adding to the darkness, and the fog offering a welcome blanket of privacy. Ringing the doorbell, he wondered what in his 19 years of curiosity had brought him here. Was it just curiosity? Was it a search for adventure? Was it just boredom? Or was it that the high school and university bimbettes that he'd already conquered weren't doing anything for him except spending his money and swallowing his load?
Whatever. As the door opened, what it was that brought him there was no longer important.
"Enter", said the boy's first Dom. "It's good that you're on time, boy. Hang your jacket up, remove your boots, and then go up the stairs to the Master Bedroom. Stand on the small mat near the bed, face the window, and strip. Go now."
When the movement had stopped on the second floor, the tall Dom made his way upstairs to inspect his new sub. This one was a boy. Others had been girls. It didn't matter which, the turn on for him it was introducing new fantasyseekers to the games. Many came back. Some decided they didn't like it all, some decided they'd rather play the same games with ladies of their own. But none were disappointed that they'd tried to sate their curiosity.
The new sub stood as he'd been directed, nude, and on the mat in the center of the room.
The Dom approached from behind, and slipped a blindfold over the boy's eyes. Pulling the boy's hands up to his chest, he tweaked the boy's nipples using the boy's own fingers, slowly arousing them to hardness. Once the sub's nips were erect, he reached for a set of nipple clamps, and recognizing that this was the boy's first such encounter, set them to a gentler intensity before applying them. Even at a less than intense setting, the boy inhaled sharply, feeling the sharp bite of the clamps on his sensitive nipples.
The dom watched his new charge carefully, and once his breathing had returned to normal, he moved the boy's hands around to his crotch, and again began using the boy's own hands to rub and stimulate him to hardness. Allowing the boy to continue to stroke himself sensually, the Dom went to the shelf and returned with a 2" ball stretcher/separator, and reached below the boy's cock, gave a sturdy tug on the boy's nuts and wrapped the 2" leather stretcher around the boy's ballsack.
Once the scrotum was wrapped, the separator strap was pulled tight, and drawn across the bottom of the bulge at the bottom of the stretcher, pushing the two nuts apart, and into even tighter sacs of skin straining to stretch around the nuts. The boy groaned sensuously, this being the first time he'd had such a device attached. It's not that it was unpleasant, it was just that he was now fully conscious of his nuts like he never had been before, and couldn't just take for granted that all would be well between his legs.
Standing up, the Dom returned to the shelf, and returned with wrist and ankle restraints. With the boy still blindfolded, he wrapped the leather bands around the boy's arms and legs, and next instructed the boy to move forward to the bed and to kneel on the mattress.
The boy then felt his legs being manhandled further apart and heard a set of clicks, and the sudden immobility of his feet and legs made him sure that his Master had just put a spreader bar to work on the boy.
"Put your arms between your legs, boy."
Doing as he was instructed, the boy felt his hands being grasped, and pulled out to his ankles. A series of metallic clicks indicated that his wrist cuffs had just been clipped to his ankle cuffs.
What was he doing here? Nipple clamps on, but just a dull ache. Ball stretcher on, and his nuts forced apart as tight light orbs at the end of a leather wrap that was keeping them pulled out from his body. And now, completely restrained, unable to stand, roll over, or even lie down flat, with his virgin rosebud and his unmarked ass cheeks exposed and pointed into the middle of the room.
It didn't matter what brought him here. This is what he'd wanted to discover: what was it like to give up control. That comfort zone of always knowing what was next, what the order of things was, of always being able to influence things to a personally favourable outcome. What would it be like to lose that, and to give control of ones most intimate body parts to someone else.
The boy next felt a strong set of hands on his buttocks, kneading them, pulling them apart, exposing him even further. Unable to move, he could do nothing but moan, and to continue to think about what brought him here.
Slap!
The sudden sting of a barehand spanking shook him from his reverie. When was the last time he'd actually been spanked? He couldn't recall, but he knew for sure that he'd never been spanked like this before. Ass in the air, hole exposed to the air, wrists and ankles bound together and stretched apart, clamps on his nipples, and a nasty chunk of leather pulling his nuts away from his body. None of them particularly painful, but each was an additional reminder that he was no longer in control. Still blindfolded, he had no way of telling what was next.
Then he felt a cold damp contact with his rosebud as a daub of lubricant was applied and massaged into his asshole. He'd really given up control, and everything that happened now was going to be new, and entirely of someone else's choice. He recalled being comforted that he had a safeword and a slow word, but having given up his choice over what happened to him, he really retained only the ability to end the scene.....but after all....isn't that what brought him here? The thought that someone else could just use him as their toy, could play with his most private parts, and could use whatever parts of him they wanted.
He knew that once he was lubed up, something would find its way into his rectum. But what? He quickly found out, as his Master's fingers were removed from his ass, and a cold, inorganic object was placed at the entrance to his ass, and pressed slowly forward. How big was it? How long? What was it? How long would it be there?
He felt it push in, then pull out. Push in, then pull out. Each time a little deeper, but each time a little easier. Well, to a point. After a little play, he started to realize that perhaps there was a limit to what he could accommodate back there. He'd never felt that full, or that stretched before.
Pushing steadily, the Dom knew that the boy was feeling a little discomfort now, and that being too aggressive inserting the medium butt plug would meet with howls instead of sensual moans. In and out. In and out. Firmer "in" each time.....and then, the wide part of the plug slid past the ring piece, and the taper was sucked into the boy's ass right to the base. More kneading of his ass, or was that a caress?
"Good boy," he was reassured by his new Master.
Strangely, he thought, he WAS reassured. Blindfolded, clamped, stretched, separated, restrained, spread, spanked, and plugged – and in spite of all that, he was comfortable, and was being commended by the person to whom he'd surrendered. Astonishing.
What was next? He didn't know, but he was quite sure that he was going to wait to find out. What was next indeed??
As I sat there struggling for freedom (which I new was the last thing I wanted) from the restraints that I knew were inescapable I began to wonder what the man in the room was planning as he sat there quietly admiring his work. I still could not see with the blind fold still in place and loved it because it added uncertainty and surprise to the game I had now became a part of.
Suddenly I heard him begin to move around, and then he spoke to me. This was the first time he had spoken since the time he had said hello and given me my instructions. Back to the shelf he walked and retrieved an object which was placed around my head and into my mouth, a gag of course. This was no typical ball gag but a penis gag. He said that I'd better get used to having something of this shape in my mouth in order to be comfortable later on. He then tightened the instrument around my head causing me to gag a little. Then he asked me, in a no more than rhetorical manner, if I wanted to be caned and paddled for the first time.
Seeing as how I was in no position to argue, with a penis gag in mouth, my limbs restrained and stretched, my virgin rosebud filled with a butt plug and my balls now aching with desire to be let free of the stretcher and spreader I inaudibly let out a recognizable approval.
Since we had discussed my limits previous to my arrival he knew that I did not want to have any marks left on my body for more than that day (if that) because I had a hockey game the following day, and lord I could only imagine what kind of looks and quizzical expressions I would receive from my teammates.
Away he went again as I heard his footsteps wander across the room and approach me on the way back. He asked me my age and told me that if I was a good boy and did not squirm or complain very much I would not be punished later.
