It was a foggy evening in the Town. Brad was walking beside the road that lead to a truck stop. He couldn’t help but wonder how the hell everything happend so quickly. Brad was 19 year old boy who seemed to be an ordinary child of an ordinary family. He was a dark haired skinny boy and had a bit of a feminine features. He was currently in no school as he was not admitted to any since he didn’t do well on the tests. He was living with his mother, enjoying the carefree lifestyle of a student who didnt go to any school. He had friends but no girlfriend; he never had a girlfriend.  Yes he seemed ordinary but Brad had an urge. A sexual urge that came now and then and when it came brad started to fantasise about being humiliated and degraded. He was deeply submissive from a young age. At first Brad watched femdom porn, then he started to watch transsexuals and in the end gay bondage. He was however not gay himself, he wasn’t turned on by men but by the idea of ultimate submission. As brad turned 18 he felt the urge more and more and porn just didnt satisfy him anymore. He registered  himself in a bdsm site where people of his country were on and started chatting with people online.  He never had any luck with women as there were far less of them on the site then horny men.  However he had many chats with men that filled his urge, for the time being. It was a few months before his 19 birthday when the chat bell ringed one night, and Brad was just in the middle of jacking off. His body tingling from the inside Brad was in his submissive stance and immediately   looked at the chat window

MASTERDON says:

»Hello slut, I hear you are teasing other Masters.«

Brad got a bit scared as he did in fact chickened out of a few arranged encounters with some of the people on the site. But he was horny and confident that no one can actually do anything to him since it was all anonymous, he did however make a mental note that he should make a new account for the site, as he answered:

»Yes Master this slut deserves punishment«

MASTERDON says:

»Yes she does. She deserves a long and hard punishment«

Brad got excited that he was being referred to as a girl and quickly replied:

»This bitch wishes to be filled with your cock master«

MASTERDON says:

»That’s no punishment you slut, that would be a reward! But since you are being such a good little puppy I am considering to give you some slack. What do you say if I tell you to meet me at the bus station of the 43. Street?«

Brad was puzzled, something wasn’t quite right. People didn’t usually asked for a meeting this quickly  and as horny as he was still a careful person and wouldn’t just trust someone who he just met on the internet. After some consideration he wrote:

» I’m sorry Master but this slut isn’t ready yet«

MASTERDON says:

»Wrong bitch! You say: Yes master thank you for choosing me, would you be so generous and tell me when should I wait or shall I just go there and wait for your greatness to come? The answer to that is Friday 10.00 pm and I would be there if I were you«

MASTERDON logged off

Now brad was getting scared again. This man sure made it clear that he was serious but what could he possibly do to him as long as he didn’t know who he was. And logic dictated that him meeting this man would only make  him vulnerable. So he decided right ahead to not go.

As days passed and Friday came closer and closer Brad jacked off many times to a fantasy of what would it be if he went to meet this mysterious man and he  changed his mind of not going almost every time he was on a verge of climax but afterward he always came to his senses.

When Friday night was coming to an end and Brad walked home from an evening of smoking pot and drinking beer he got a message. He casually checked his phone and read the text: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE SLUT, YOU DID A BIG MISTAKE AND NOW YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR IT....... SLOWLY! MEET ME ON THE WEB FOR MORE DETAILS IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU

Brad was terrified, This man knew his phone number, and if he knew his phone number he must also know his name and probably his address. He ran trough the cold night to get online as soon as possible.

When he came home Brad was sweating all over. His mother was already sleeping so he quietly went to his bedroom and open his computer. As soon as it opened Brad jumped to the keyboard and went online on the site. MASTERDON  was online and Brad who was now very angry that someone was threatening him wrote:

»What do you want from me you bastard?«

MASTERDON says:

» Tsch tsch not very polite you slut, you were so much nicer in our previous talk. What I want is repentance for all of your cockteasing, I also wish to put in a place you deserve as you obviously live a much to comfortable life  for such a slut. Drinking and smoking in the park. Vandalizing a trashcan, tsch tsch such naughty slut«

Brad got a chill through all of his body. He and his friends destroyed a trashcan in the park tonight, which meant that whoever this man was he was watching him tonight. Still brad thought to himself, he has nothing on me, I however can call the police and say he was threatning me if this gets even more out of control. Thinking that brad replied:

»Look whoever you are just stop it ok? « Its really creeping me out and if you don’t stop this I’m going to be forced to call the police! «

MASTERDON says:

»And what will you say to them? They cant find me you see, I am a what you would say a computer genius and I’m confident that no one can track me trough this chats. You on the other hand are not so lucky ;) As of right now I own al your chat histories and all your porn in addition I have obtained your facebook account as well«

Brad just wanted to hit himself, even though he couldn’t have perceived such a turn of events he simply felt stupid for so eagerly jumping in to a trap. As soon as he opened the site the man was already making his way to his personal files. Now he felt helpless and pulling of the urge was accompanied with a rush of fear. He stared blankly in the computer screen until the man wrote to him again:

» Now listen slut! You blew your chance to repent quickly so you will have to suffer for a longer period. Your current sentence will be 6 months but keep in mind that your actions can quickly get you an addition to that time. In this 6 or more moths you will serve me whenever and whatever I want. If you will be a good slut I will be considerate and will try to keep your regular activities intact but  if you won’t obey you might be called in the middle of lunch or perhaps in the middle of a basketball game that you like to play with your friends and you will have to obey and run to me. And you will do whatever I say without hesitation no matter how humiliating they might seem, again your performance will be the judge how publicly and how humiliating this tasks will be. And if you don’t do as I say your facebook account will post many of the insightful chats you had with your dear friends of this site, oh and lets not forget all the marvellous pictures of you all dressed up in your mothers clothing. You look real hot you know, I can’t believe you have a mother that would wear those though, she must be a slut like you. Well anyway your first assignment will be to meet me, for real this time, at the bus station on the 43 street at 10 pm tomorrow. This time you are free not to come if you think your friends will like the pictures off course«

MASTERDON logged off

Brad was exhausted. He just didn’t have the energy to cope with all of that. So he turned the screen off and went to bed.

When brad awoke he thought that it was all a dream. Reality came crushing down as he checked his phone and found the message. He slept over noon which meant that he was less than 10 hours away from his meeting. Brad was nervous, he could barley eat the chicken and rice that mom cooked for lunch. He spent the rest of afternoon and evening in his room thinking everything trough. As crazy as all of this was he was still very aroused, however fear crippled him and he didn’t feel like jacking off. As the hour was near Brad dressed himself in some jeans and a black tight shirt and headed out. He stopped in the living room telling mom that he was going to stay at a friend’s house, he knew that this meeting might take a while. As he walked over to the bus station he was getting very nervous. The way things went he was probably going to lose his virginity. It terrified him as he always pictured that he would lose it to a woman and not by being the woman himself.. to another man. Deep in his thoughts he went on the bus and didn’t even notice that Karren a girl from high school was on the bus as well. She saw him however and immediately came to say high. Brad liked her, she was a beautiful woman. He always wanted to talk to her but he never had a chance or better yet he never had the guts. But today he really didn’t want to talk to her. He hardly made it to the destination with the small talk.  When the bus stopped Brad stood up and almost said goodbye to Karren when it hit him, Karren was from 43 street, she was getting of too. He checked his clock nervously and confirmed his fear it was almost 10.00 pm. As brad and Karren went of the train he prayed that no one approached him until Karren was gone. Karren however was oblivious to the situation and continued to talk to him for almost half an hour. No one came at this time and Brad was starting to think maybe it was just a very distasteful joke. Finally Karren went home and Brad was left alone at the bus station. Brad was just trying to light a cigarette when suddenly someone said:

»No more of those for you, at least not in my presence you slut«

Brad turned around and saw for the first time his tormentor. He was a tall handsome man in his 40ies with gray white hair cut short and blue cold eyes covered by glasses. He was wearing a large expensive looking coat.

»As I said as long as you will be a good slut I will try not to interfere with your personal life«

Brad finally regained his senses and dropped the cigarette as he said:

»Why are you doing this to me«

The man replied angrily:

»Because you deserve it bitch! Now listen closely as I tell you the basic rules and keep in mind that failure to abide those rules will result in punishment. Rule number one: You will call me master and refer to yourself as this slut. Rule number two: You will always look down to my shoes when talking to me unless I tell you otherwise. Rule number three: You will always do to the best of your abilities  what I order you to. Do you understand slut?

»Yes master« Brad answered surprisingly gracefully even though he was in fact quite scared.

»Good, little slut, now drop on your knees and start sucking my dick slut« The man said peacefully with a despising smile and mocking eyes.

Brad panicked, nobody seemed to be around but with a corner of his eyes he could see a bus coming from the end of the street. Tears welled up in his eyes as he relented and dropped to his knees. He reached for the belt of this man who turned his life upside down.

» That’s ok slut you did well, however you hesitated so you earned some punishment points« The man said as he casually brushed off Brads hands. »Stand up and follow me«

»Yes master« said Brad confused but relived, standing up quickly before the bus came close enough to see him. He walked in silence behind what can at this point be called his master. This wasn’t like in the fantasies, the thought of having a master was not so hot now that he was actually in control of one. Now when you think of it you only get horny once a day max, that leaves you with a lot of other stuff you enjoy doing, stuff that don’t seem to matter now that my free will is essentially taken away Brad thought. He was so lost in this realization that he almost walked right in to his masters back. Stopping at the last moment Brad was disgusted by the amount of fear and relief this caused him. Master reached in his pocket and took out the keys, Brad only now realizing that they are standing in front of a beautiful and no doubt expensive car. Brad did not know the name but the sleek black colour and gentle curves of its frame made him want one.

»Get in the back« The master said while opening the driver’s doors.

Brad still admiring the car quickly stepped to the car doors and sat on the leather seats inside. There was more room than it seemed from the outside. The windows were tinted and since there were few lights in the parking lot, he could not really see much.

»Tsch tsch again you earned more punishment slut, when I give you an order you must always reply yes master,« Master said mockingly disappointed.

Brad was now wondering with more and more fear just what the punishment would be. Trying to get on his masters good side, as much as he resented himself for it he said:

» I’m sorry Master«

» Again you fail, you are not allowed to refer yourself as a person, you were ordered to always say this slut remember« The master said while starting the car and getting out of the parking lot.

With the street lights Brad could finally take a good look of the car insides. Everything was either gray or black, he would take more time to admire the surroundings but was startled by the big black bag that was on the seat next to him. Brad gulped in fear and replied

» This slut is very sorry, please forgive this sluts ignorance and teach her proper ways« Brad knew how this things work, he knew what was expected of him in this situation.

»Very good slut, there might still be a way to save you yet« Master said with a laugh. »Now open the bag next to you«

Brad obeyed while glancing trough the window trying to find some clues of where they are going. They appeared to be heading to a highway going north. He unzipped the bag and looked inside. There appeared to be a coat on top of some other things but Brad was not stupid so he waited for his master’s approval before he checked what is beneath.

»Now undress top to bottom and attach the dog collar to your neck,« Master ordered.

»Yes master«

Brad didn’t even notice the dog collar on top of the coat, it was black and wide with a ring for the leash. It also had SLUT written in sparkly letters. He started to undress and was soon sitting with a bare ass on the leather seat. Master pulled of the highway and entered a truck stop. He parked the car in front of the toilets and said:

»Now you will put the coat on and take the bag, you will go in to that bathroom and you will wax yourself from neck down, then you will shave your face, then you will apply makeup so you will be a pretty little slut. You have one hour and if I don’t like the result you will be severely punished, the same goes for taking more than an hour. After your done you will put the corset, lingerie, stiletto shoes and a blonde wig, that are all found in the bag, on and come back to the car.«

»Yes master« Brad said as he put the coat on. He opened the doors stepped bare foot on the parking lot. It was fall and so quite chilly  for a man wearing nothing but a coat. He half ran towards the toilet, hoping that it was heated. It was and for that Brad was thankful, there wasn’t much else to be thankful about it though. It stank in there and sure enough the toilet was plugged and full of shit. Brad didn’t need the toilet however, all he needed was a mirror and some running water. The sink seemed ok as well as the mirror so he went right ahead to work. He did this before, though not very often, his feminine features made it easy for him to cross-dress.  He hurried with the waxing, yelping in pain but managed to get every part of him hairless.  He shaved his little beginning of a moustache and then applied make up. He did a fine job too, truly making him look like slut. He dressed up and checked himself one last time in the mirror.  Confident Brad went out of the toilet.

Where there was before his master’s car there was a fat man instead.

»Whoa you are a slut,« The trucker said

»Wh... who are you?« Brad barley managed to ask, fearing the answer.

»Me? Well you could say I’m your master for the next two hours. You took too long bitch so now you are going to give me a whole body tongue massage, boy, and I haven’t showered in weeks.« The disgusting man told him.

»What?... No this isn’t right, I’m not doing thi..arghhhhh« Brad fell to his knees gasping. He was shocked trough his collar and the fat trucker was holding the remote

»Now no more no from you, or you ll get shocked again, understand?«

Brad was in a pit of despair, the man was revolting, he fantasized about being a slave to a disgusting man before but actually being here knowing that you will have to literally lick the sweat of this beasts whole body.... it gagged him.

»Yes master«

»Good now let’s get to a hotel room slut«

To be continued