Chapter 1

 

Perhaps I should start by telling something about me. My name is James Scott and I am a thirty-two year old investor who has done particularly well for himself over the last decade or so.

I attended Bond University on the Gold Coast of Queensland, Australia and achieved an Honours degree in business management which helped me enormously in turning my hobby of investments into my vocation in life. And I did so well at it that I now own a very nice house on the Sovereign Islands in the Broadwater of the Gold Coast as well as a substantial portfolio of stocks and shares which is now self-sustaining and is in the order of some 10 million dollars. I live there by myself but a lady comes in three times a week to housekeep and cook for me.

I am also a closet gay - closet because my fetishes embarrass me enormously and I am scared witless that if I were to 'come out', they might become known. What are they? They include an intense interest in sexual slavery, disciplinary torture, and the instruments used to administer it.

My house is two storeyed above the ground but it also includes extensive cellars and down there, very secretly, I pursue the development of these instruments. Mrs Barnes never goes down to the cellars. I told her from the very beginning that they were my domain and that I would look after them and she seemed to accept that.

But I am also a very keen amateur gymnast, having pursued that sport throughout my high school days and into the university period. And so, when I decided to build my own house on an allotment on the very exclusive Sovereign Islands, I included a well set up gymnasium on one side of the house, its height running between the two storeys. I always spend between one and two hours there, honing my body to what I believe is the epitome of the male physique. I don't like huge muscles. I think they look vulgar; but a slim, finely-wrought body is what I like and what I favour in myself.

 

And so now that you know a little about me, I can get on to the account of how I acquired my slave.

I knew Carl Edwards slightly through his father who used to work as an adviser in the investment brokerage I use. I had visited Roger's house one day to sign some documents and there he was. I can tell you, I was hard-put to control my emotions as I stared at this so beautiful young man. He was extraordinarily handsome in a rugged sort of way with tousled dirty-blond hair and a body that had to be just about perfect. It was summer and he was wearing only a tiny pair of silk running shorts which showed off his incredible muscles absolutely perfectly. I stress he was not built like a body-builder but his muscles were so incredibly honed and etched as to present what to me was utter perfection. And, just as I liked, his waist and hips were very slender, his thighs were powerful but not overdone; his chest, two perfect slabs of finely etched muscle and his shoulders developed in that boulder-like manner which set off his beautiful biceps and triceps to perfection. I know I keep using the word perfect or perfection, but to me that was exactly what he was.

As I said, I was having great difficulty in taking my eyes off him but I did manage to control myself and in conversation with him discovered he had a girlfriend whom he was very soon going to marry and now I was aching in disappointment that he was going to be lost to me so soon after finding him - and to a mere woman.

I did meet him a few more times and I was even invited to his wedding. His new wife, Eleanor, was quite beautiful but I found her more than a little imperious and I thought the way Carl doted on her was quite sickening. But she was his choice and all I could do was mourn at my loss. Of course, he was never mine anyway, and I suppose I would never have found the courage to have gone further than polite conversation with him. But there you are.

It was a Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang. I was in the gym exercising hard and as always, stark naked. It struck a chord in my libido to work out on the various machines and weights while looking at my body in the mirrors. Oh, and I forgot to say that as soon as I could afford it, I had my body, all of it below my eyelashes, depilated nude as I dislike hair on the human body intensely.

I quickly pulled on a pair of brief shorts (very similar to those that he had worn on that first day I met him) and went to the front door. And there he was. He looked terrible. He was wearing just a tank-top, a pair of shorts and thongs but I had no eyes for his body. His face looked as if he had just been sentenced to death, which, as it turned out, he had, at least so far as he was concerned.

"Carl," I said. "Whatever is the matter? But no, that can wait, come in, come in."

I drew him into my study and sat him down on the leather lounge and then sat down beside him. "What is it, boy? What has happened?"

"It's Eleanor, James. She has dumped me and ordered me out of the house."

It sounded terrible but I was puzzled at his attitude. On the one hand, he seemed distressed at whatever had brought on this state of affairs; but on the other, when he raised his eyes to mine, they seemed to be shining in, was it adoration?

"Tell me, Carl. Tell me the whole story."

"Well it started about a month ago. I started having these weird dreams. In them I was a slave to this mysterious being. I thought then that it was Eleanor, although the robes covering its body hid its identity from me. Anyway, I thought it was her and she treated me as the worst kind of sex-slave. She made me strip naked and pose for her while she ran her hands all over my body, played with my cock and balls and even delved into my anus."

I am sure you can imagine how I was feeling at these words. This was everything I wanted from him for myself. Somehow, I'm not sure how, I managed to control myself though, and told him to go on.

"Well the dreams got more and more intense. When I failed to please her, she caned me, whipped my testicles or applied electric shocks to them and my cock."

"And how did you feel about all this, Carl?"

"To be honest, James, I gloried in them. I think I had always wanted to be a slave to her but she didn't seem interested and I backed off. I thought the dreams represented a change of heart in her and that's what led to her booting me out."

"What happened?" I said.

"At lunchtime today, I decided to confront her with my dreams. I stripped naked and then went into the kitchen where she was preparing our lunch and dropped down onto my knees, placing my hands up behind my head and then told her of my dreams and how I hoped she would turn them into reality and make me her naked slave in real life.

"I was shocked at her reaction, however. First of all her face showed incredulity, but then her lips curled, her eyes went hard as nails and she snarled at me: 'you bloody wimp', she screamed. 'I always suspected that for all your beautiful muscles and handsome face you are nothing but a fancy boy. Well that's it, boy,' she screamed. 'Get out, Carl. I don't ever want to see you again. Go and fetch your credit card and your keys to this apartment, now!'"

He stared into my eyes and again I was nonplussed at the expression on his face. Now gone was the tragedy of a few minutes ago. Now I saw love - and hope. "So what did you do?" I said.

"I was stricken, of course. I loved her and only wanted to serve her but she had thrown that love in my face and I knew from her expression and her words that she was not going to change her mind. I got up and went and fetched my key ring and wallet and silently handed her the credit card she had given me as well as my keys to the apartment."

"You can get your clothes and get out, Carl. Here is two hundred dollars, and that's all you'll get from me. You have your little car, which I bought you; I bought this apartment and furnished it and for the last couple of years I have financed you totally while you completed your degree. You can expect nothing more from me. Our marriage is over and if you try to contact me I will take out a writ preventing you coming anywhere near me. And now get out of my apartment."

"My God, Carl, and all because you simply indicated you wanted to serve her, admittedly in a rather bizarre manner, but surely not so as to warrant such a reaction in her?"

"I have been thinking about that, James. And I now suspect that she was merely using me to short-circuit her entry into Australia. As you know, she is, or was, a citizen of France. But when she married me she automatically became an Australian."

"But you said you loved her. How was your sex life with her?"

"It was good. She was a Virago in bed and I thought our sex life was fine. I certainly enjoyed it."

"And so you packed up and left?"

"I did and drove away but stopped again about a hundred metres up the road. Where the hell was I going? As you know, Mum and Dad have left the Gold Coast and are now based in Perth. There was no solution there... and I have no other real friends.

"And then it hit me like a lightning bolt. I thought of you and at that moment, everything just dropped into place. The whole thing: the dreams, the naked slavery, the punishments, the whole lot. The so vague figure in my dreams was not Eleanor at all; it was you and when I close my eyes I can see you unhooded and very clearly my master..."

I stared at him in awe. Everything I had ever hoped for was being delivered to me on a plate but was it real? Could I accept it? "Are you sure about this, Carl? I mean, you have never ever shown any inclination towards homosexuality and on the occasions we have met, whilst you have been most friendly towards me, there has never been any hint that you might want something more?"

"You are quite right, James. Until that moment in the car a little while ago I didn't know I had them. I now know myself to be quite definitely bisexual and the way I feel right now, if I never have anything sexual to do with a woman again, it will be too soon."

"That might well simply be a reaction to Eleanor's rejection of you, boy?"

"Yes it might. But all I know for sure is that I want to be your slave. I want to suffer the torments of hell at your hands and then to serve you with my body to give you the utmost pleasure possible of a man.