Introduction

 

For most people every day usually starts out about the same. You get up in the morning, grab some breakfast and head off to work. Come Friday night you often get a chance to unwind so you can repeat the same things the following week. You get into a routine or a rut as some people call it.

As a college student things are a little different. You jump out of bed and rush to your classes so when you're done you can hang out with friends. If you are going to succeed and make something of yourself in the future you spend a lot of time studying and do a little partying on the weekends, hoping to get laid. There's not another care in the world. Life is good. You've got the world by the tail so they say.

That pretty well summed up Jason Thompson's life. He had it made. He was a freshman at Purdue University on a full scholarship, played on their soccer team and had a very promising future in front of him. Being a normal teenage boy he also had another thing on his mind. Sex... and Brittany Daniels was the one he was getting it from at the moment.

But Jason had another yet darker interest. He kept it a secret from everyone at college and never told any of his family or friends. He was overly intrigued with bondage and discipline and was a budding masochist. You've heard the expression, "whips and chains excite me." Well they did that to Jason as well. It was his fetish. He'd read lots of porn and dreamed of being the submissive slave to a beautiful, leather-clad Mistress as he jerked off. As often as he could Jason would get out his hidden stash of handcuffs and rope. He'd put himself in tight bondage, cause himself as much pain as he could take and loved every minute of it. Just the thought of being locked in chains would get his blood stirring and his cock hard.

But sometimes we don't always play the hand that we were dealt. Every once in a while something happens in our lives. It's what they call "a life changing experience". These things usually happen to everyone at some time or another. One of those happened to Jason one spring day and it changed his life forever and "that has made all the difference".

Author's note

Normally I write BDSM Femdom novels. In my last book I introduced a character that led me down a different path. Several chapters leaned heavily into the Male/Male genre with strong emphasis on heavy S&M. During a rewrite I removed many of those scenes and decided to do an entirely different book with some of those ideas. The result is My Master's Slave. Due to the homosexual nature of this tale I sought advice on some of the sexual content.

 

This book is dedicated to my son Ric.

Chapter One

 

As I bounced around in the trunk of his car, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. My body was totally wracked in unbelievable pain, and I was unable to move even a fraction of an inch. I was nothing more than a worthless piece of luggage and had no idea when it would end. I knew just one thing. He was taking his slave on a vacation into purgatory.

It was hard to think of anything but the agony I was experiencing, but through a cloudy mind I thought back to how all this got started....

I'm an 18 year old college student, and a star soccer player at Purdue University, going there on a full scholarship. Even though I'm rather small, my rock hard body, gazelle-like speed and amazing agility make up for any possible short comings. Actually I'm almost 5 feet 4 inches tall and weigh in at about 125 pounds. I work out extensively, keeping myself in fantastic shape. But besides all that, I'm into bondage, well actually self-bondage. I love ropes and chains, and being locked in them with a little pain thrown in to boot.

Anyway, I was at the gym working out one day when a fellow probably in his very early thirties asked me if I would spot him while he lifted some weights on the bench. It seems his buddy hadn't shown up to help him. I had seen the guy around quite often and had actually helped him out on a couple other occasions. He was lifting about 200 pounds when he let the bar back down on the stand brackets. I still had my hands on the bar when he reached over and touched the faint red marks around my wrists that were barely visible.

"Handcuffs or ropes?" he asked.

I hesitated to answer as I quickly started to move my hands away.

"Don't move your hands until I tell you!" he ordered emphatically.

I immediately put them back on the bar as he continued, "Now I asked you a question, and when I do I expect an immediate answer. Are those marks from handcuffs or ropes?"

"Handcuffs," I replied sheepishly.

"Handcuffs, what?"

Pausing a moment, I realized what he wanted and then answered, "Handcuffs, Sir."

"That's better. I'm glad you're starting to learn your place so quickly. We're going to have to work on that, aren't we, little guy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now go on in the locker room and get showered. We're going to go get something to eat and do a little talking."

"But, I've got to...."

"I didn't ask you what you had to do. I told you what you're going to do. Now get your skinny little ass in there and clean up. And you'd better not dilly dally. Hurry up and get back out here or I'll be in there to help you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," I responded meekly.

I left the weight room and rushed to get myself changed. I wasn't sure why I was letting him control me, but for some strange reason I couldn't help myself.

As we left the gym, Phil handed me his duffle bag so I would be carrying both of them. We walked down the street, him leading the way and me following a couple of steps behind. When we got to the restaurant he stood at the door and waited for me to open it for him. I did it as he expected I would.

The waitress soon approached our table and handed us some menus. "Can I get you fellows something to drink while you decide what you want to order?"

"Sure, I'll have sweet tea. He'll have water," Phil responded not giving me time to speak.

The cute little blond with the long, slender legs quickly departed and returned in just a couple of minutes with our drinks.

"Do you need a little more time before you order?" she asked pleasantly.

"No, I think we're ready. I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato and mayo. He'll have a garden salad, no dressing."

"Thanks. I'll put the order right in for you," she said as she left.

Finally, he looked at me. "So who puts the handcuffs on you? You got a girlfriend who's into some kinky stuff or do you like to do it to yourself before you jerk off?"

I was a little taken back by his very forward questions. He was certainly wasting no time.

"I - ah - I... I do it myself. I'm sort of into self-bondage. I've never found anyone I could share my little fetish with."

"Well, I guess you're going to be sharing it with me from now on. I'll enjoy locking you up in chains and watching you squirm."