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181 lines
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BILLY MEETS HIS MASTER
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by Frank Albertson
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a story written for Master G on Doug's Den, Boston, Mass.
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Billy stepped out of the shower and looked at himself in the long
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bathroom mirror. He liked what he saw. His blond hair was shiny, his blue
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eyes sparkled, and the muscles of his 5'9" frame were well-defined -- showing
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his years on the high school swim team. He flashed himself a smile and felt
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the familiar tension between his legs begin to mount.
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Billy was always horny, particularly in the locker room. He was always
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stealing glances at the other guys, and trying to hold back from getting
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completely stiff and turning red with embarrassment. Despite his horniness
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and his admitted good looks, he was shy. The girls who were always looking
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him over intimidated him, and he was afraid to approach the guys.
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Tonight was a special night for Billy. He had just turned 18, and he was
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going out on the town to celebrate. He pulled on a tight-as-skin white t-
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shirt and a pair of levi cut-offs, some tennis, and he was off. Soon he was
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among the familiar turns and alleys of the "zone". Going from shop to shop
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with his hard dick showing, he found himself captivated by a collection of
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leather toys in one of the out-of-the-way shops. There were body harnesses,
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chains and cuffs, cock and ball harnesses, a variety of tit clamps, and whips.
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The effect on Billy was immediate and overpowering. His cock grew harder and
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harder and sweat broke out on his brow.
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"Like what you see?" The voice startled Billy, and he whirled around to
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see the store owner staring down at him with a big grin. This was a man in
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his 40's with strong muscles, and he was modeling some of the shop's wares.
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The sight made Billy's head swim. "Into leather, kid?" the man asked. "I
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see you are," he answered himself, as Billy was too tongue-tied to answer.
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"Gets pretty lonely out there in the suburbs, with no "kindred souls" to talk
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to and nothing to do but jerk off, hunh?" Billy was freaked out. How could
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this stranger know more about him than he knew himself?
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"Well, you don't have to be lonely, you know," the big leather-clad guy
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continued, as though to himself. "There are lots of other guys just like you
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around here. You can have your pick, whatever meets your taste. They're all
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listed on this computer data base, complete with contact numbers. All you
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have to do is take that little step forward, and turn your fantasies into
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reality."
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Billy's heart was pounding as he looked over to the computer monitor and
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keyboard in the corner of the shop. The guy was motioning for him to come
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over and check it out, and somehow he didn't dare disobey. He didn't DECIDE
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to do it, he just FOUND himself there.
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As he scrolled through the screens, that feeling in the pit of his gut
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grew tighter and tighter. These were men of all ages and descriptions
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offering themselves as either the givers or receivers of pain, abuse,
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humiliation, bondage, and discipline. "23 year old seeks older man for firm
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guidance and discipline. I need your strong hand, sir.." Billy's cock was
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rock hard and straining against his cut-offs. And then he saw it:
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"Master G., 41, seeks young submissive types, 18-28, for discipline and
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bondage. You will be bound, gagged, and worked over until you can take no
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more for the enjoyment of myself and my friends. You will put those swim-team
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muscles to good use, straining against your bonds as I work your cock and
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balls. Safe sex only, limits expanded. You know you want it. Get off your
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ass and DO something about it TODAY." A local phone number followed.
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Billy's saliva stuck in his throat as he asked the store-owner for a
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pencil and paper. He wrote down the number in a nervous handwriting, and left
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the shop quickly. As he stepped out into the street, the message from the
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Master burned in his brain and kept his cock hard as a steel rod. Every
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telephone booth made his balls jerk. What would he say to this man? Why was
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he even thinking about such a thing? What was it that made his cock so damned
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hard at the idea?
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Billy wandered aimlessly for 2 1/2 hours, unable to tear his mind away
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from the words he had read. Finally he found himself in a telephone booth,
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dialing the numbers...
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"YES...?" said a rough voice from the other end of the phone line.
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Billy was taken aback. "... unh ... Sir, I got this number from a computer at
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Jake's Leathers on Washington Street, sir. ... unh ... Did you leave a
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listing there, sir?" Billy's knees were shaking and he could barely get the
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words out. "So you think you can handle it, kid?" Billy was at once
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incredibly relieved and incredibly disturbed that he had reached the right
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party. "Ever done this sort of thing before, kid?" "No, sir." "How old are
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you, kid?" "I just turned 18 a day before yesterday, sir!" "You'd better be
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telling the truth, kid. Describe yourself." "Well, sir, I'm 5'9, I have
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blond hair, and I was on the swim team, sir. I don't know what else to say,
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sir." "Well, kid, if you're serious, be in front of North Station at 8 PM next
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Saturday night, wearing nothing but cut-offs -- no shoes and no t-shirt. Do
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you have a butt plug?" "No sir," Billy said in astonishment. "Well get one
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from Jake's, with some lube. He'll fix you up. I want you to wear it all
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week. That'll make it easier for you. And another thing... Don't play with
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yourself this week. I like my balls full when I bruise 'em. By the way,
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what's your name, kid?" "Billy, sir." "Ok, Billy, next Saturday we'll see
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what you're made of. By the way, you can call me Master G.." ... and with a
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click, he was gone.
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Billy was quite confused, and didn't know just what to do. But he found
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himself wandering back toward Jakes, and he did pick up the butt plug, like
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Master G had said. Jake also gave him some lube, and told him not to worry,
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that a whole new world of excitement was about to open for him. Somehow Billy
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didn't find that very consoling.
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Throughout the week that followed, Billy could think of nothing except
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his upcoming encounter with Master G. What had he let himself in for? WHY
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was he going to do this? WAS he going to do it? The time marched on, slowly
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and inexorably. He did try out the butt plug as Master G had said, and as the
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week went by he got hornier and hornier. But he was afraid to touch himself,
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afraid to violate Master G's explicit order, sensing that somehow inevitably
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the Master would know.. "This is crazy," he would tell himself, but it made
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no difference...
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Finally it was Saturday, and he was slipping out of the house in nothing
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but cut-offs. It was late May and coolish, and people stared at his bare
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chest and feet as he waited for the train. Soon he was on it, and then he was
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at the appointed spot, waiting for his master.
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The minutes dragged by and Billy got colder and colder and more and more
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self-conscious, and no sign of Master G. Billy was beginning to be afraid that
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a cop would come by and ask him what he was doing, and bust him as a hustler,
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a thought that sent a tingle down his spine and a jolt to his cock.. But just
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then a black chevy truck swerved to a stop right in front of him, an arm
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reached out, and grabbed him up into the cab, and he was staring right into
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the eyes of Master G. He immediately looked down at his feet, his mind
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reeling at the sight of the man in leather cap, vest and body harness, black
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chaps and engineers boots. The arms were tattooed and the eyes were hard.
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"Well, well, well, what have we here?" said Master G, as he grabbed
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Billy's wrists behind him and snapped on some cuffs, which he secured in a
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loop for that purpose at the back of the seat. Billy said nothing as the
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truck pulled out and climbed up onto the expressway..
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Master G could see Billy's discomfort as the truck bounced along the
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expressway, a tense silence filling the cab. When the truck bounced, the
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cuffs cut into Billy's wrists, causing him to wince and his muscles to
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stiffen. Billy was deeply conscious of being bound almost naked under the
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eyes of this powerful man, and his breathing was labored, and his cockhead
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began to stick out from under the cutoffs. He could do nothing about it with
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his hands bound behind his back. From time to time Master G leaned over and
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gave a snap to that cockhead peaking out, causing Billy tense and jerk and
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jolt. But the cockhead only pushed out further, and began to leak precum
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juice. Master G also used the opportunity to play with and pinch Billy's
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sensitive tits while he could do nothing about it. Billy didn't dare say
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anything, as his anger and excitement built simultaneously. For the entire
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ride Master G continued toying with Billy in these ways, while saying nothing.
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And Billy certainly didn't dare to speak.
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The truck was turning off the expressway now, and moving into a rural,
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wooded area. Billy could see they were on a dirt road, and his wrists FELT
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every hole, every gyration. The truck was pulling up to a bungalow, and
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pulling to a stop.
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"Well, my tight-assed little boy-toy, we have arrived," said Master G.
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"It is time for you to show me what you've brought me." And with that he
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pulled down Billy's fly and practically ripped the cut-offs from his body.
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Billy's uncut 8" shot up in the air, and Master G gave it a stinging slap on
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the underside. He cupped Billy's ample balls and said, "we certainly will
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have fun with these!" Billy was crimson with embarrassment and rage, but his
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straining rod continued to leak juice. And now Master G had him naked by the
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wrists and was leading/dragging him into the bungalow, freely slapping his ass
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when he lagged. They entered through a side door that led directly to a
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spiral staircase leading downward. The cold stone steps chilled Billy's feet
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and soon they were in a dark room with black walls, with exotic equipment of
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all kinds dimly visible. Billy's arms were jerked up behind him and his
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wrists fastened putting uncomfortable tension on his shoulders. His ankles
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were now grabbed and pulled apart, and secured to rings in the floor by
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manacles. Billy was quite helpless and uncomfortable, looking warily at the
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mean-looking man who had put him in this position.
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.. to be continued in part 2.
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******* v.42, v.42bis, and MNP-5
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