Bobbi

Chapter 1

Bobbi 
by 2NN 

This story deals with extreme S&M and homosexuality, so if you are a
minor or easily offended, stop reading now. 

Chapter 1 
Bob had been searching the Net and many other places for the
right master for a long time. Mostly his efforts had been for nothing,
either resulting in nothing or a huge disappointment. He had searched
for a man, a master who could dominate him and subject him to the
somewhat extreme kind of torture and dominance he was looking for. So
far his most successful and enticing experiences had been with
self-bondage. 

Bob had also long read BDSM-stories on the Net and there were many good
stories, but few great stories. Recently, however, he had stumbled
across a number of stories that were extreme. Very extreme. And very
arousing. So Bob, remembering the motto "Who dares wins", decided to
write the man who had written these stories. If nothing else he could
tell him how much he liked them. 

Bob had written telling the man how much he would like to meet him and
how much he would love to worship the man's cock, how in effect he
wanted to submit. It wasn't a letter he had really expected a reply to,
but not long after he had sent it, a reply had none the less come. The
man thanked Bob for his kind words and regretted that he didn't live
anywhere near Bob so that they could meet. Then the email went on to
become a much more direct reply to Bob's email. The man clearly would
like to dominate Bob, even if he couldn't actually be there to do the
physical part of it. The man wanted Bob tied up, forced to wear
stilettos and chastity devices, to go through strict routines before
being allowed to even masturbate. 

Bob decided to reply in kind and show the man what he was made of. He
photographed the lower part of his body while he performed some of his
self-inflicted S&M tricks: clothespins on his cock and his scrotum
carrying a large weight by a pair of handcuffs secured around it. He
thought it was very nice and that it was bound to excite the man. Bob
described how he had used to do these things to himself. He also wrote
how he had stopped doing these things, since it would be much more fun
if someone did them to him instead. 

The reply from the man was enthusiastic, but really just more of the
same he had already written. Since the man had clearly indicated that he
lived a long way from Bob and that it was unlikely they ever meet, Bob
wrote the thing off as an arousing, but short-lived episode. He went
back to what he had done before. 

A few months went by and suddenly there was an email from the man who
had written the stories. Bob's heart began to beat a little faster as he
read the man's mail: 

Hi Bob 

I'll be coming to your part of the world in three weeks. I was wondering
if you were still up for the games we have talked about? You have always
sounded like you could need a firm hand and I am certainly up for giving
you that firm hand. 

How about we meet and talk it over? Saturday the ... is good for me.
It's your part of the world so how about you suggest a place? Then we
can talk it over and see where it goes. 

Take care, ... 

Suddenly, now that the opportunity was finally there, Bob began to get
cold feet. What if the man was creep, a complete psycho? What if he was
a disappointment? Bob wasn't at all sure he wanted to do this, even if
this was the possibility to live out some of his sexual fantasies. But
then he thought of how nothing ventured was nothing gained and decided
to take the man up on his offer. He wrote him suggesting a suitable
meeting place and time. The reply was not long coming, accepting Bob's
proposal. 

In the three weeks before the meeting Bob was filled with doubt, but he
silenced every one of them with a litany of: "We'll see how he is and
take it from there." 

When the day arose Bob had calmed his fears and was now merely excited
in the same way you would be exited about taking the new thrill-ride at
some theme park. It might feel very wild while you were on it, but
really it was nothing. 

The meeting place was a café, not too public and not too private, with
just enough people to blend in unobtrusively and Bob arrived about
fifteen minutes before the time they had agreed on. Instead of
exchanging pictures to identify each other by, they had agreed on some
pieces of clothing to wear and Bob carried a rather distinctive bag the
man could recognize him by. Bob sat down at a table in the back and on
the precise minute they had agreed upon, a man wearing the a shirt
recognized by Bob and holding a copy of last week's Newsweek appeared.
He immediately spotted Bob and headed towards his table. 

Bob was surprised. Bob was 6'4" and in good shape had somehow assumed
that the man would be smaller and less powerful than himself. That was,
however, not the case. The man was definitely taller than Bob; perhaps
6'6" and he looked fit, well trained. His eyes were clear and piercing
and he smiled at Bob as if privately amused. Bob's heart began to beat a
little faster again. The greeting was short and after ordering a cup of
coffee, the man cut right through the small-talk Bob had been about to
start. He didn't speak particularly loud, so there was no real danger of
the tables next to them overhearing their conversation, but all the same
he clearly wasn't lowering his voice to accommodate anyone or to be
discrete. He had a slight accent that Bob couldn't place, but it wasn't
that much so Bob let it go. 

Bob liked him instantly. The man was clear about what he wanted to do
and those wishes did not deviate from what he had written in his mails.
He wanted to get Bob into a pair of stilettos and a pair of rubber
panties. He wanted to tie Bob up, crop his ass, plug it and make Bob
blow him. There were plenty of other things he wanted to do to Bob, many
of them very much to Bob's liking, but for now he just wanted to get
started. They discussed practicalities for a short while, agreeing on
using Bob's place, agreeing on a safe-word of sorts (Bob would hum if he
wanted to stop) and finally agreeing on absolutely no sexual contact
without the use of condoms. Then, having hardly finished their first cup
of coffee, they left. The man saw no reason to linger and as they left,
he made quite sure that from now on he would be in control. He would
brook no argument and tolerate no opposition. Bob would do as he was
told. 

First they had to get to Bob's place. The man simply ordered Bob to
drive ahead, while he followed in his rented car. The drive was short
and while the man parked, Bob waited outside his door. When the man
joined him he carried a very large black duffel bag. They entered and
the man said: "Give me a tour of the place." Bob turned to begin when
the man said with some force: "Stop. This is not the way I want it." Bob
turned around and started to ask what he wanted. To be honest he thought
it was a little early to begin since they had only just closed the door
behind them and he wanted to say this. As he turned to say it he found
the man standing disturbingly close to him and just as Bob opened his
mouth to speak the man interrupted: "Trousers and underwear around your
ankles. On all fours facing away from me." When Bob opened his mouth to
object, the man merely said "Now" in a very intense tone. Bob felt a
distinct submissive thrill in his stomach. Maybe moving fast was good. 

He dropped his pants and lowered his boxers until they lay around his
ankles and then he dropped to his knees and leaned forward to stand on
all fours. He heard the man opening the bag and turned his head to see.
"Eyes straight ahead, slave." Bob quickly looked straight ahead. Maybe
this was going to be good, very good even if it was a bit unnerving and
they were moving awfully fast. 

Behind him he heard the sound of rubber snapping, followed by the sound
of the man rummaging through the bag. Then a rubber-clad hand closed
gently, but firmly around his genitals. The rubber glove touching him
was cool, but the touch sensuous and Bob felt how his cock began to get
hard. A second rubber-clad hand joined the first and the hands began to
stroke and fondle Bob's genitals very gently. Bob emitted a low moan as
he got rock-hard. 

The fondling continued for a while as Bob completely forgot what he was
doing on his knees, lost in the moment. Then he felt a leather strap
being tied gently around his scrotum and the fondling suddenly stopped.
As he began to turn his head, he again heard the command: "Eyes front!"
and quickly looked straight ahead. "Now, slave, give me a tour of your
home. You will look straight ahead at all times, asking for permission
every time you must turn. Get going!" As the man got up Bob could feel
that his cock was now leashed, one more sigh that the man was in
complete control. Not that Bob needed this reminder, but it enhanced the
submissive thrill he was experiencing. 

With that Bob began to crawl through his home, showing the man the rooms
and what was in them. The whole thing would have been dreadfully boring
and a waste of time if it hadn't been for the overwhelming sense of
being controlled Bob got. In every room he was stopped as the man pulled
Bob deeper and deeper into submission. In the bathroom, the first room
they came to, the man lubed up Bob's ass and penetrated him with first
one, then two and finally three fingers. Still looking stiffly ahead,
Bob's moans increased in strength as the intrusion grew and his moans
acquired real urgency when the man used his other hand to manipulate
Bob's cock. Soon Bob was panting as he felt his orgasm approaching, but
just then the man withdrew his hand from Bob's cock and his fingers from
Bob's ass. Bob whimpered and almost began begging, but a warning sound
from the man's throat made him change his mind. 

As Bob crawled ahead of the man into the next room, his cock was still
throbbing and ready and Bob was hoping that he would be allowed to cum
this time. That, however, was not to be. Instead the man used a short,
narrow paddle to beat Bob's ass viciously a couple of time before moving
on. After that the tour consisted only in Bob being subjected to new
humiliations. A dildo, neither very large nor very small was shoved up
his ass. To the dildo was tied a string and tied to the end of this
string was a five pound weight. As Bob moved along on all fours, he had
to clamp his ass tightly shut in order to drag the weight along as
ordered. To make matters worse, a string was tied around the head of his
still embarrassingly erect cock with yet another weight on a string for
Bob to drag along. Finally the man cut away Bob's underwear and stuffed
them in Bob's mouth. Things were definitely moving too fast, but Bob was
too busy enjoying it to object. It looked like he had finally met the
real deal. 

The tour ended in the bedroom where Bob was made to kneel, face down in
a corner while the man prepared the bed. When he had prepared the bed,
the man came over to Bob and with surprising gentleness again began
stroking Bob's cock, while letting two fingers roam around in Bob's ass
after first removing the dildo in his ass and the string attached to
Bob's cock. Again he had Bob moaning with lust and again he denied him
release. Instead Bob was ordered to undress and get on the bed. The bed
had been covered with a black rubber sheet and to the bedposts chains
with cuffs had been attached. As he saw them, Bob felt shivered with
nervous anticipation. 

Soon Bob was tied down spread-eagled on the bed, his only piece of
clothes being his own dirty underwear firmly lodged in his mouth. These
the man now removed as he put on a condom and ordered Bob to blow him.
He sat on Bob's chest and used Bob's hair to pull Bob close to his cock.
Bob had been fantasizing about this ever since he had read the man's
first story and he wasn't about to pass up the chance to prove his worth
as a slave. His sucked and licked for all he was worth, in spite of the
awkward position and after a while the man moaned, laid back his head
and shot his load. He quickly recovered and before his cock had gone
flaccid, he had removed the condom and let go of Bob's head. 

Once he had disposed of the condom he returned his attention to Bob. He
declared that he thought that Bob had too much body hair, a situation he
would take of immediately. In their exchange of e-mails Bob had
suggested that the man remove Bob's body hair with wax, but he hadn't
figured on the man being so thorough or that he used no other means of
hair removal. Soon Bob was yelling and screaming as the hairs on his
body, even the very thick bush in his crotch, was pulled out using wax.
Bob was very close to humming and thus using their safe-word, but the
man seemed to know Bob's limit intimately. Every time Bob had just about
had enough, the man turned his attention to Bob' cock and soon was Bob's
mind was occupied not with the pain of hair removal, but with his
terrible unfulfilled need. Before he knew it, his front was completely
hairless and quite smooth. The man then took the time to rub Bob's skin
with some kind of massage oil, making Bob feel surprisingly relaxed, if
very horny. 

Then Bob was released from his bonds, flipped over and tied again as the
man turned his hair removal attention to Bob's back. Again it was
surprisingly painful, especially under his balls and in the butt-crack,
but again the man managed to distract Bob by manipulating his by now
very needy cock. When every last hair on Bob's body had been removed and
the man was rubbing him with oil, Bob felt surprisingly used. The man
had turned the hair removal into a much more intensely sadistic ritual
than Bob had imagined it to be. Bob was hornier than ever and had the
feeling that this was going to be much more intense than he had even
hoped for. 

The chains holding Bob's legs were slacked a little and he was made to
stand on his knees, his head pressed to the rubber sheet as his arms
were still tied wide. First the man used the slack in the chains to
equip Bob with new footwear. It was a pair of stiletto boots, made of
black lacquer with five-inch heels. They were quite small and Bob knew
they would hurt his feet terribly when he was forced to walk in them,
but for now it was OK since he was kneeling. Then the man forced a very
large, red rubber ball-gag into Bob's mouth and covered his eyes with a
thick, padded rubber blindfold. 

In the darkness Bob felt and heard how the man got off the bed and went
to get something in his bag. The darkness and helplessness was getting
to Bob in a big way. The fact that he couldn't see what the man was
doing, that he was gagged so he couldn't cry for help and the fact that
his bonds made him completely unable to resists the man scared Bob very
much. It scared him stiff in fact. Stiff, throbbing and panting with
unfulfilled need. Bob felt the man sealing his hands inside small rubber
mittens, preventing Bob from even moving his fingers and rendering his
hands useless. Then he felt the slight touch of a stick of some kind
being rested, ever so gently, against his buttocks and he knew what was
coming. It felt like a bamboo stick and at first the blows came slowly,
but gradually both the pace and the force of the blows picked up until
it became a storm of vicious cropping, making Bob scream with pain.
Right before it became too much, as Bob was getting afraid he might get
permanent scars on his ass, the man stopped his beating and jumped on
the bed. Faster than Bob would have thought possible he lubed up Bob's
ass and entered him from behind. His cock was of average size, but it
made Bob moan with lust as he felt it filling up his ass. As the man
began pumping in and out he reached around and began stroking Bob's
still very erect cock. Bob's moaning turned urgent as he tried begging
for release through the gag. Neither the man's orgasm nor Bob's was long
coming. They came almost simultaneously, the man filling up his condom
inside Bob's ass and Bob shooting his load onto the rubber sheet as he
thrashed with pure pleasure, screaming into his gag. 

Just before withdrawing the man leaned in and whispered into Bob's ear:
"You're mine now, slut." Bob involuntarily shivered with fear and lust
when he heard those words. There was no doubt that the man had meant
what he said; it was quite clear from his tone of voice. As for Bob, he
had never felt so controlled, so owned before and the words triggered
his deep longing to submit. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to
belong to this man, but he was certainly tempted to just give in. After
the man had withdrawn Bob collapsed onto the rubber sheet, smearing his
abdomen with his own cum. Not that he cared. This was by far the best
orgasm he had had in a while and he felt wonderfully relaxed, even if he
was still controlled completely by the man. 

He was allowed to rest like that for a couple of minutes, presumably
while the man cleaned himself up and then the man returned. While still
leaving Bob gagged, blindfolded and with his legs chained, the man
released Bob's arms only to secure them in a leather armbinder. The
armbinder was quite narrow, forcing Bob's elbows to touch as the man
laced it up very tightly before finally securing the straps over his
shoulders, crossing his chest. Bob was now even more helpless than
before. The man then released Bob's legs and helped him stand beside the
bed. Bob had been right in thinking that his new footwear would hurt.
The stilettos were definitely too small and he had trouble keeping his
balance in the unfamiliar heels. Still, the man insisted that he stand
with his feet together while he went to get yet another item to control
Bob with. For a few short minutes Bob stood swaying in the darkness,
certain that he would fall. But Bob didn't fall and soon he felt the man
securing a broad leather collar around his neck. Not that Bob thought he
could be controlled much more completely. Still, a collar was a very
clear signal that you were owned and Bob felt a definite stirring in his
crotch, a stirring that was only amplified as he felt the man wiping a
away the cum that was smeared over his abdomen, occasionally glancing
Bob's cock. 

When the man judged Bob clean enough, he asked Bob if he needed to go to
the bathroom. Bob hadn't been aware of it before the man had asked him,
but now he felt a definite need to pee and nodded. The man then asked
what he needed to do and following his instructions, Bob nodded once to
indicate that he only needed to pee. Holding Bob's shoulders so he
wouldn't fall in the unfamiliar footwear, the man then guided Bob to the
bathroom. Even though it was Bob's own place, the dizzying darkness had
made Bob loose his orientation completely and he was glad that the man
was there to guide him as he walked. Or perhaps "walking" was not the
right word. "Stumbling" was more appropriate as Bob tried desperately to
adjust to his new and quite painful footwear. Finally the man indicated
that they were in the toilet and that Bob should let go. With surprising
care and gentleness the man held Bob's member as he pissed, his other
hand holding Bob's shoulder to steady him. The feeling of being
controlled had never been greater and as the man gently shook his cock,
making sure that every last drop was gone, Bob felt a sudden surge of
submissive affection for the man. This affection only grew as the man's
shaking became a gentle stroking. A little tender from his recent
orgasm, Bob moaned with pleasure as he slowly felt himself grow hard.
His moaning became almost frantic as the man slipped a condom on Bob's
cock and began to lick and suck his cock. Completely taken by surprise,
Bob could only moan with pleasure as he completely forgot the world
around him, focusing only on the man controlling him, the man who was
now sucking Bob's cock as he stood there tied up, gagged and
blindfolded. 

Since he had only cum a short while ago it took some time before Bob
began approaching an orgasm, but the time and gentle care the man spent
on Bob's cock made him forget time completely. As he felt his orgasm
approach his moaning increased in intensity and his hips began thrusting
involuntarily. Bob was headed for another great orgasm when the man
pulled away. Both his mouth and his hands left Bob's crotch and Bob
actually whined as he heard the man get up, leaving Bob hanging, his
condom-covered cock twitching in the wind. He tried pleading through his
gag, but the man showed no mercy. Without a word he removed the condom,
clearly indicating that the unfinished blowjob would stay unfinished.
Then he guided Bob out of the bathroom and into the living room where he
left Bob standing in the middle of the room, still trying to plead
through his gag. 

Again the man fetched something from his bag and when he came back he
grasped Bob's balls lightly, pressing them gently together. The lack of
attention to Bob's needy cock was frustrating, but he was powerless to
do anything about it. The man first tied a narrow leather strap around
Bob's balls. Then he pulled the strap back between Bob's legs and
finally he pulled Bob's balls along until they were stretched as far as
they would go, having been pulled almost up between his butt-cheeks. It
wasn't actually painful, but it certainly wasn't pleasant, especially
since all Bob could think about was getting off, something that seemed
very remote now. The man finished the job by tying the strap around
Bob's waist, ensuring that his balls would stay between his legs, but
then he again turned his attention to Bob's cock, stroking it gently for
a while. Bob hadn't really gone soft since the gentle, unfinished
blowjob and now he quickly got rock-hard again. But again there was no
release as the man let go of Bob's cock and knelt down at Bob's feet.
Here he ordered Bob to lift first one foot and then the next as he
pulled something up around Bob's ankles. As he pulled it further up
Bob's legs in quickly became apparent that it was a pair of rubber
panties and Bob knew this meant that the orgasm he had been hoping for
was not to be. As the rubber garment went further up his legs Bob moaned
with disappointment. When the rubber was just below Bob's crotch, the
man lightly grasped Bob's still hard cock, briefly getting his hopes up.
Briefly, because he soon let go again and when his hand returned it
carried an ice pack. Bob actually screamed with shock and surprise as
the cold bag was pressed against his needy cock, which rapidly shrunk
until it was just a tiny worm in Bob's crotch. The man then quickly
dried off Bob's cock, applied a large piece of sports tape to it, led
this through his legs and taped down Bob's limp dick to his already
trapped balls. The process was very quick and didn't give Bob any chance
to resist. Right after taping down Bob's cock, the man pulled up the
rubber panties, which turned out to be shorts, rather than panties. 

As Bob groaned with disappointment, the man took Bob's shoulders and
guided him towards the hallway. Walking was now not only painful because
of his new shoes, but also because his trapped genitals were ground
painfully against each other, trapped as they were between his thighs.
It was a short walk to the hallway, but it was both excruciatingly
painful and quite arousing as his balls were ground against each other
and when he was finally ordered to stop, Bob's thoughts were both on the
orgasm he had been denied and on how painfully helpless he was as this
man's slave. Because that was what he was. Although Bob couldn't see it
himself, one thing gave his status as property away more than anything
else: the fact that he didn't even consider using the agreed safe-word.
Not that the man had exceeded Bob's limits in any way, but Bob had
simply forgotten that there was such a thing as a safe-word. He was
controlled so completely that the concept of being allowed to stop of
his own free will had been forgotten. 

As Bob stood concentrating on his genitals, the man removed his
blindfold. It took a while for Bob to adjust to the light, but after
blinking a few times he saw that he stood in front of the large mirror
in the hallway looking at his own reflection. For short while Bob
actually stopped breathing as he took in his own image. He was clad in
tight, red rubber shorts, extending from just above mid-thigh to just
below his navel and his crotch was completely smooth, the outline of his
genitals vanished. It looked surprisingly and devastatingly sexy. The
red of his rubber shorts and his ball-gag was contrasted by the black of
his stilettos, his collar and the straps of the armbinder crossing his
chest. These two colors were then contrasted by his smooth, pale and
hairless skin, glistening discretely with oil. 

As Bob stood transfixed by his own mirror-image, the man leaned in over
his left shoulder and felt up Bob's rubber-covered ass, remarking: "Nice
ass, slut." The remark made Bob blush with embarrassment as he realized
that he was just that to the man: a slave-slut. Furthermore, looking in
the mirror made Bob feel like a slut with a nice ass, dressed sexily for
his master. 

Bob didn't have time to think more about it as the man hooked a finger
through one of the D-rings on his collar and led him once again into the
living room. The embarrassment still burned Bob's face and the painful
and arousing grinding of his genitals was a distant ache as they entered
the living room, where the man picked up a bamboo crop. "It's time to
practice walking like the slut you are Bobbi" the man said and without
further ado he set Bob in motion and started giving him instructions. At
first Bob stumbled helplessly along and the punishment blows from the
crop were many. The blows rained down on his ass, his thighs and even
front and smooth crotch and although none of this had been in Bob's mind
when he had agreed to submit to the man, he didn't even think about
calling it off. Bob had submitted and now he was simply taking the
lessons that came with that submission, including the punishments and
the humiliations. 

The lesson continued for quite a while, more than an hour at the end of
which Bob had acquired a nice sway to his ass when he walked. Bob was
covered with welts from the crop, but he smiled happily as the man had
begun complimenting his walk, remarking from time to time that "Bobbi",
as the man insisted on calling him, was a nice little slut. Bobbi loved
the compliments, even though his whole crotch was now filled with a
deep, dull ache from the constant grinding of his balls. The man ended
the lesson by forcing Bob to his knees; removing his gag and making
Bobbi blow him. Bobbi loved every second as the man grasped Bobbi's head
with both hands as he pumped his condom-clad cock in and out of Bobbi's
eager mouth. From the man's satisfied groans and the way the condom
filled up inside Bobbi's mouth, he could tell he had done a good job. 

Bobbi was left kneeling on the floor as the man got rid of the condom,
but not for long. Soon the man returned and this time he guided Bobbi
over to kneel under a table. Once this was accomplished the man set up
his laptop and Bobbi realized that he would now get the chance to
worship the man's cock while he wrote one of his extreme stories of
brutal domination and complete submission. The man instructed Bobbi in
what to do, then he blindfolded Bobbi again before putting his
half-erect member, in a fresh condom, into Bobbi's eager and waiting
mouth and beginning to write. Bobbi's instructions were very specific:
he wasn't to suck or lick unless ordered to do so, but he still had to
hold the man's member in his mouth at all times, taking care to hold as
much as possible inside his mouth. It had long been one of Bobbi's
fantasies, but as it is with fantasies, it didn't turn out quite as he
had imagined. First of all it lasted longer than in his dreams. Much
longer. The man wrote for hours. Secondly Bobbi had imagined giving the
man one fantastic blowjob after another. Instead the man seemed more
interested in being constantly aroused by Bobbi's warm and receptive
mouth, than in actually cuming all the time. He wrote and wrote, his
cock almost constantly hard, but he didn't order Bobbi to finish the
job, just to hold him. Bobbi's position was cramped and he constantly
had to move his head into ever more uncomfortable positions as the man
shifted in the chair. Being property was both uncomfortable and boring,
yet Bobbi still didn't consider stopping the game. Instead he became
ever more absorbed in new fantasies of torture and submission to the
man. His genitals ached horribly after hours in the cramped position
when the man finally ordered Bobbi to start sucking. As the man shot his
load, Bobbi realized that he had finally found the master he had been
looking for. 

Once he had disposed of his condom, the man helped Bobbi stand, holding
him steady until his legs had regained their strength after the long
hours under the table. Originally the plan had been for them to play the
game for a few hours and then stop, but when the man suggested he make
dinner for them before they continued through the night and well into
the next day, Bobbi instantly agreed with a grateful "Yes Master." That
settled, the man gave Bobbi something to drink from a water bottle,
gagged him and chained him to a door handle in the hallway. Then he left
him sitting bound, gagged and blindfolded as he went to prepare dinner. 

As the smell of cooking spread in the house, Bobbi realized just how
hungry he was. He had only had breakfast that day before meeting the man
at the café before lunch. Although Bobbi couldn't see, he guessed that
it was after dark by now, yet that seemed like much too short a time
span, considering what had happened. Bobbi felt like he had been owned
and dominated by the man for at least a week, if not for much longer. 

When dinner was ready the man placed Bobbi, still bound and blindfolded
on his knees beside the dining table and began to eat. Every few minutes
he would spoon-feed Bobbi a few mouthfuls of the pasta dish he had made,
but otherwise he ignored him. Being spoon-fed while blindfolded was both
messy and humiliating and Bobbi was soon terribly embarrassed as pasta
sauce dribbled down his front. When the man judged that Bobbi had had
enough to eat, he gave him some water to drink and proceeded to wash
Bobbi's face and chest with a damp cloth. It was most humiliating. Then
he gagged Bobbi and left him kneeling on the floor as he cleared away
and did the dishes. 

Afterwards Bobbi heard how he sat down to his computer, but he left
Bobbi were he was, again ignoring him completely. Bobbi had no idea how
long he sat like that before the man returned his attention to him, but
the waiting had a strange effect on him. Rather than being terribly
bored or focused on the fact that his body ached from the long hours
spent in cramped positions, he had never experienced long term bondage
before, he sat completely still absorbed in his role as property. The
thought of rebelling or calling it quits never entered his mind. The man
had taken possession of him. 

Finally, after several hours of ignoring Bobbi, did the man return his
attention to him. He helped Bobbi to stand, steadying him while his legs
regained their strength and then he removed Bobbi's rubber shorts. Bobbi
heart began pounding at the prospect of his cock being freed. And this
time Bobbi was not disappointed as the man removed both the tape holding
his cock down and the strap tying his balls. But the sensations were not
altogether pleasant as blood rushed into his genitals. Before they had
been filled with an aching, but now, as fresh blood rushed in, his cock
and balls swelled up painfully, making Bobbi moan with pain. After a few
minutes the pain subsided and turned into an unpleasant throbbing, but
at least his cock was free now. 

The man was not long exploiting the situation. First he gently nursed
Bobbi's cock with his hands, stroking it very carefully. Then, as Bobbi
began to stir just a little bit, he began fondling and kissing it and
within ten minutes Bobbi was once again hard. A condom was slipped on
his cock and again the man began sucking and licking Bobbi's member ever
so carefully, making sure that Bobbi was on the edge without actually
being allowed to cum. Bobbi had no idea how long this terrible teasing
went on, but it felt like hours. As the man stood up without letting him
cum, Bobbi whined with displeasure as his cock twitched uselessly. 

Soon, however, he had other things to think about. With great care,
really taking his time, the man began applying clothespins to Bobbi's
body. First came his nipples, but soon most of his body was covered with
clothespins pinching him everywhere from his chest to his thighs. Bobbi
could feel how many of them had been placed in straight lines down his
body and he suspected that these were connected by strings, making up a
"zipper". Strangely his genitals had escaped attention, but that was
soon taken care of. Bobbi felt how one end of a pair of handcuffs was
closed around his scrotum, leaving his cock still twitching with
desperation. As the man released his grip Bobbi felt his balls being
pulled most painfully as the other cuff was no doubt connected to a
chain holding a large weight. A very large weight in fact. Bobbi had
done this as part of his self-bondage tricks, but never with this much
weight. As the weight pulled down his balls, already used and sore from
their long confinement between his legs, Bobbi moaned nervously,
wondering how much more he could take. It turned out that he could take
a bit more, as the man first tied a thin string around his cock just
behind the head and tied the other end to his collar, removing the slack
so that Bobbi had to stoop forward. To cap it off, the man covered the
parts of Bobbi's genitals still free with clothespins. 

When the man had finally finished Bobbi was sweating with fear and pain
and the exertion of just remaining standing. His only thought was when
the man would remove all the terrible things, but at the same time he
was enormously excited. It was painful, it was intensely humiliating and
it was a huge turn-on. This was what he had been looking for. And the
man didn't disappoint him. Instead of just leaving him to stand there
helpless, he ordered Bobbi to walk around the room, to demonstrate his
proficiency in walking in heels. Bobbi almost screamed when he was given
the order, but a vicious blow from the bamboo cane convinced him that he
had better get going. 

Not only was it hard walking in his stooped over position, but the heavy
weights pulling very painfully at his balls made it extremely difficult
to walk in the prescribed manner. As a consequence the blows rained down
on Bobbi, making him moan and scream with pain. This was beyond anything
Bobbi had ever tried before, at and perhaps past his limits, but he
didn't even consider calling it quits. There was no doubt that this was
what he had been looking for. 

When he was finally ordered to stop he sighed with relief. As the
weights slowly stopped swinging Bobbi wondered if his balls had been
damaged, hoping that the man would remove the weights first. No such
luck. The first things to go where the clothespins on his body making
Bobbi scream and moan as blood rushed to the pinched places. Then came
the clothespins on his genitals, the removal of which was even more
painful. After them came the string connecting his cock to his collar
and finally the weights on his balls were removed. He almost cried with
relief as he felt how his genitals were undamaged, filling with blood
and once again proving that Bobbi was a horny little slave. 

Finally release came. The man pushed Bobbi to the floor, placing him on
his back so that he rested painfully on his arms. Then he removed his
gag and Bobbi felt how the man's erect cock, covered with a condom,
entered his mouth. As he began sucking he felt how his own cock was
covered with a condom and how the man went down on him. The sixty-nine
that followed was one of the best fucks Bobbi had ever had and he
actually screamed as he came, filling his condom inside the man's mouth.
Not long after the man filled up his condom. 

Bobbi was left to rest for a while on the floor as the man removed both
of their condoms. Bobbi just lay there enjoying the warm glow of the
orgasm and the feeling of having found a master. 

After a few minutes Bobbi was again helped to stand. He was then guided
into the toilet and the man held his cock while he peed. Then, to
Bobbi's great surprise, the man actually brushed Bobbi's teeth. It was
very humiliating being treated like that, but it certainly reinforced
his status as a slave. Apparently the man had no intentions of letting
Bobbi out of his bonds for the night. He considered objecting, but
decided to go along. It had been great so far, so why not let the man
carry it all the way through? Bobbi was left standing against the wall
as the man prepared for the night and guided him into the bedroom when
he was done. 

Here, finally, his arms were released from the armbinder. Bobbi sighed
with relief as he was finally able to move his arms, trying to flex his
muscles to get the stiffness out of them. His hands were still
imprisoned in the mittens and the man gave no sign that they were about
to come off. The mittens stayed on, as did the collar, the stilettos and
the blindfold. The man laid Bobbi down on the bed with his arms down his
sides and rolled Bobbi up tight in a rubber blanket. Then he lay down
beside Bobbi and went to sleep, instructing Bobbi not to disturb him. 

Despite the fact that the rubber blanket was hot and sweat soon began
dripping from him, Bobbi slept quite well; exhausted from the many
trials the man had put him through. 

When Bobbi woke up he was drenched in sweat and completely disoriented.
Why couldn't he see, why couldn't he move, why did his body ache and why
did it feel like he was inside a plastic bag, sloshing around in his own
sweat? There were a few seconds of almost panic before he remembered
where he was and then the panic was replaced by a surprisingly violent
reaction from his crotch. His body might be aching, his sleeping
position less than comfortable and he might not exactly be well rested,
but his massive boner certainly didn't come from his need to take a
piss. Bobbi had wanted this for a long time and now that he had it, he
wanted more. 

His body heat had expanded his rubber wrapping during the night. That
combined with the massive amount of sweat inside the rubber cocoon
enabled Bobbi to work his hands into his crotch and start masturbating.
His hands were still trapped inside the rubber mittens and he wasn't
able to close his hands around his throbbing member, but he was able to
stroke it clumsily from either side and considering his enormous lust
this was proving to be adequate. He began moaning and squirming as his
orgasm approached. But his moaning woke up the man lying next to him and
he had no intention of letting Bobbi get off that easily. Bobbi tried
pleading, but the man soon had Bobbi's hands forced back down along his
sides, swearing and slapping Bobbi's face all the while. He used a
couple of straps to secure Bobbi's arms where they were and then left
him alone with a remark that Bobbi would be punished later. 

It was extremely frustrating. He had been so close, just about to
explode in fact when the man had forced his hands away, and Bobbi's
erection still pressed urgently against the rubber cocoon, begging for
release. Bobbi sighed with disappointment, but now that they were both
awake he thought he might as well take care of his equally urgent need
to piss. At first he gently and respectfully tried to beg the man to let
him go to the bathroom, but when the man seemingly didn't hear him he
tried begging louder and more insistently. Finally the man stopped
ignoring him and allowed him to pee - sort of. Without a word he first
gagged Bobbi with the ball-gag he had used on him the day before. Then,
with surprising ease considering Bobbi's size, he carried his rubber
bound prisoner into the bathroom and deposited him in the bathtub. He
placed Bobbi in a position where his legs were stretched out and his
upper body was in a half upright position. The position was a bit
uncomfortable, but that didn't bother the man. He simply said: "Pee all
you like." Then he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Bobbi
tried yelling into his gag, but of course the man couldn't hear him as
he presumably went into the bedroom to sleep a couple of hours more. 

Bobbi was left in the sweaty and uncomfortable darkness. His new and
somewhat cramped position pressed on his bladder and as he realized that
the man wouldn't be coming back soon, he also realized that he was going
to have to piss on himself. It took some effort to overcome his
inhibitions, but finally his need was too great and Bobbi let his
bladder go. He felt great relief as the urine left his body and even
greater humiliation as he felt how the warm urine filled up the cocoon
around his ass and abdomen, trapped by the straps the man had used to
secure Bobbi further with. It was intensely humiliating and there was
nothing Bobbi could do about it. 

He had no idea how long he sat like that before the man finally
returned, but it had to have been for hours. The urine had cooled,
mixing with his sweat and had started a most unpleasant itching feeling.
Bobbi nearly moaned with humiliation as he realized that he was
experiencing diaper-rash. Whether or not the man noticed this, Bobbi
didn't know. Bobbi heard how he took a piss and then walked over to
stand by the tub. Here he pulled Bobbi into a more upright position by
the side of the tub, removed his gag and said: "Blow me slut." Bobbi
automatically opened his mouth and felt the man's erect, rubber covered
member enter his mouth. His position was uncomfortable; his humiliation
huge and predictably so was his lust. This was just what he needed: to
be treated as dirt and "forced" to worship the man's cock. Bobbi eagerly
sucked the man's cock for all he was worth and was quickly rewarded as
the man shot his load, moaning with obvious pleasure. 

The man then undid the straps around Bobbi's rubber cocoon and removed
it. Bobbi involuntarily began to shiver as the cold air hit his sweat
skin and the rank smell of urine filled Bobbi's nostrils. Wasting no
time the man seized Bobbi's hands and quickly, meeting no resistance of
any kind, cuffed them to his collar so that Bobbi now held his hands,
still imprisoned in their mittens, just beneath his chin. The man did
however, remove Bobbi's stilettos and he sighed with relief as his feet
were freed after long hours trapped inside the uncomfortable footwear. 

Then the man stood Bobbi up, got into the tub with him and Bobbi heard
how the shower curtain was pulled. The man now stood right behind Bobbi,
encircling his waist with his right hand as he pressed against Bobbi's
ass. The feeling of being owned had never been greater and Bobbi again
shivered, this time with lust. The man then turned on the shower and
took great care washing both Bobbi and himself. Being bathed while bound
and blindfolded had to be one of the most sensuous experiences of
Bobbi's life, especially when the man began fondling Bobbi's ass and
cock while lathering them up with a thick layer of soap. It was pure
heaven. It was pure torture. Every time Bobbi came close the man pulled
away, concentrating instead on his ass or his legs, but keeping his
roaming hands on Bobbi's body at all times. Soon Bobbi was begging for
release, but the man didn't even answer him. Instead he increased the
intensity of his fondling until Bobbi could only babble almost
incoherently for release. Only then did the man whisper in Bobbi's ear:
"Had you not tried to play with yourself this morning, I might have let
you cum, but now you'll just have go without. Be a good slave for the
rest of the day and I might just let you cum before I leave." With that
his hands left Bobbi and he turned off the water. Bobbi almost screamed
out his disappointment, but he didn't since he knew that would only
decrease his chances of being allowed to cum. 

Acting as if nothing had happened the man dried off both of them and
then forced Bobbi to once more wear the stiletto shoes. His cock still
almost painfully erect and in dire need of attention, Bobbi hung his
head in defeat as the man lightly gasped Bobbi's balls and used them as
a leash, leading him from the bathroom. Bobbi had gotten used to the
blindfold so he knew that he was once again in the middle of the living
room when the man ordered him to kneel again. He offered no resistance,
just frustrated moans as the man stroked his cock before adding a few
pre-breakfast torture items. He quickly and efficiently put a number of
clothespins on Bobbi, most on his sides and back, but also a few in his
crotch. Making sure Bobbi was miserable, he again stroked Bobbi until he
was moaning uncontrollably. Then he went into the kitchen, leaving Bobbi
in pain and with a needy, twitching cock protruding from a
clothespin-covered crotch. 

The man took his time both preparing and consuming breakfast. Bobbi
could hear him read the paper as he slowly ate breakfast. Once in a
while he got up to feed Bobbi and every time he did this, he exploited
the opportunity to make sure that Bobbi's erection didn't go away. In
the end Bobbi was moaning and begging incessantly. 

Only after returning from the kitchen, where he had cleaned up after
breakfast, did the man really turn his attention to Bobbi. He ordered
Bobbi onto his knees and elbows, more than a little awkward for Bobbi
since his hands were still cuffed to his collar. As he stood there the
man removed all the clothespins with two quick yanks on the two wires
connecting all of them. It made Bobbi yell with pain and this yelling
almost turned to screaming as the man began to paddle Bobbi's ass
furiously. Only when Bobbi's ass felt like it was glowing red-hot did
the man stop. He did not, however, turn his attention away from Bobbi's
ass. With great speed and dexterity, he quickly lubed up Bobbi's ass and
entered him so forcefully it made Bobbi moan loudly as he was filled up.
The fucking was furious and when he had found his rhythm, the man
reached around and began stroking Bobbi again. This time he carried it
all the way through and Bobbi's orgasm was fantastic, making his body
almost convulse with pure pleasure. He hardly noticed the man cuming or
pulling out for that matter. He simply collapsed into a heap of deeply
satisfied slave-flesh. 

The man left him lying there in a puddle of his own juices for a good
long while, but in the end he cleaned Bobbi up and tied him in his next
position. Again he was tied up under the table as the man wrote for
hours and again he wasn't allowed to suck unless specifically ordered
to. He simply held the man's cock as he wrote, his arms getting more and
more tired from being held just below his chin. 

During the afternoon the man played some more with Bobbi: more
clothespins, weights to his genitals and seemingly endless sessions
where he played with Bobbi's cock without letting him cum. When evening
came the man had received a blowjob and fucked Bobbi once more without
letting Bobbi cum at all and as a consequence Bobbi was at least as
frustrated as he had been after the morning shower. Furthermore his
whole body now ached from the continuing abuse, the cramped positions
and the horrible stilettos. Asking the man to stop now was the furthest
thing from Bobbi's mind. This was absolute heaven. 

But as evening came the man had to go. Bobbi of course, was only vaguely
aware that evening had come as he had been blindfolded for more than a
day. He was absorbed by his overwhelming need to cum, so he was only
distantly aware that the man had packed and that he had now led Bobbi to
the front door. Bobbi was kneeling only a step behind it when the man
removed all of Bobbi's bindings except his stilettos, his collar and his
blindfold and made him stand on all fours facing the door. Here he
fucked Bobbi one final time while keeping Bobbi on the very brink of an
orgasm. Cuming he left Bobbi standing unfulfilled on all fours while he
prepared to leave. Bobbi didn't dare move and simply waited for the
man's next move. 

He heard how the man knelt down next to him, felt how he manipulated his
cock until Bobbi again was on the verge of exploding and finally he
heard him whisper in his ear: "I will be back next weekend, at which
time I will take further steps to make you my property." Bobbi's heart
leapt with anticipation at this. "Make sure that you body is completely
hairless when I come here Friday. I will be here at about three PM and
you will be wearing your new footwear - and nothing else." A submissive
thrill ran through Bobbi's body at the thought of opening the door stark
naked, wearing only stiletto shoes. "Practice walking properly in them
for at least half an hour every night until then." Bobbi had never
really thought that wearing stilettos could be a turn-on, but the
weekend's games had changed his mind and his cock twitched as a signal
that he would gladly practice while the man was away. Finally the man
addressed Bobbi's urgent need: "I have placed an alarm clock right in
front of you. I won't tell you for long it is set. You will wait until
the alarm goes off before you jerk that pathetic thing of yours off. And
don't try to cheat. I'll know if you lie the second I ask. Be a good
slave till Friday." 

With that he left. Bobbi heard the door slam and the man's footsteps
moving away. He now stood on all fours right behind his own front door,
stark naked except for a slave collar, a blindfold and a pair of
stilettos, practically panting with lust and yet not daring to do what
he wanted the most; what he desperately needed. He had no real doubt
that his face would give him away when the man asked him if he had been
a good, little slave and waited until the signal before masturbating.
Bobbi had no idea how long he waited until the alarm rang. Maybe it was
twenty minutes, maybe it was three hours. It felt like a day and the
whole time he debated with himself whether or not to just go ahead and
do it. When the bell finally rang he wasted no time. Not even taking the
time to remove his blindfold, Bobbi sat back on his heels and
masturbated like crazy. His orgasm was not long coming and as it rolled
over him, he emitted a half-strangled sound as his cock spurted jism all
over his lower body as well as the carpet. Bobbi didn't care. He simply
continued manipulating his cock until the last after-shocks were gone.