0 comments/ 90224 views/ 8 favorites Trapped Ch. 1 By: StryWrter7 8/18/02 -- This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an Internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. ________________________________________________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. The story is about a man who after becoming divorced – decides to take up his ex-wife’s idea to find sexual dreams and make them come true. What he gets is TRAPPED – in an affair he didn’t intend to participate. And now – on with the story. It didn’t always start out this way --- or rather it wasn’t suppose to turn out the way it did. I wasn’t raised to become a slave. I didn’t even start the scene until recently. But as you have heard by other storytellers, life isn’t what you expect. But this is getting ahead of myself. I was a late bloomer to the Internet highway. I had joined the computer world just a year ago. And like most new comers, once I learned how to navigate the mouse and type a little bit of response I was off enjoying the weird world of online love. I had just recently become divorced after 4 years of marriage. It wasn’t a bad marriage – or so I thought – but that didn’t stop my ex from finding herself with her tennis partners in a lesbian love affair. I could get over being dropped by the love of my life for another man – perhaps a big strong manly sort of man. But my ego WAS NOT ready to be second to a sport minded woman with a 10” rubber dick. When my wife left me – her one statement of advice was – “It’s a big world. There is lots of sex that is not dangerous, but doesn’t need to be boring sex. Think of your wildest fantasy - then how can you make the fantasy come true. When it does – you need to run away with it.” With that final thought in mind, I set out to make my fantasy sexual experience come true. I managed to get into a room – designated “Dominatrix do it best”. Aside from all the chatter I managed to get a few words into a woman who seemed interested in me. After quickly discovering we lived in the same mid-western city, we went off to a private room of her choosing to get further aquatinted. She told me how that her husband was into domination, and while she enjoyed the submissive side with him, she really wanted to experience the dominant side with someone else. We sent pictures of how we looked. Mine was just a face shot, and hers showed off her whole body. No, not naked – but in a tight shirt and jeans that left little to the imagination. I could tell that she was thin, yet had an attractive bustline giving her a well proportioned look. She had dark hair, and deep tan. I got more infatuated with every word she typed. After awhile – perhaps a few hours of telling each other our little secrets – she learned that I was a novice at the BDSM games. She learned that I was heterosexual and looking for adventure with a willing female. I found out that her name was Tina and she wanted to someday meet with me – just to find out if we would be compatible for more intimate plans. That meeting took place the next week at a local bar. She asked me if I was a Raiders fan? When I told her I liked the team – but wasn’t really a big football fan. She told me that she was a big Raiders fan, and to wear a team Jersey to the bar. I was to buy one if I didn’t own one. I was instructed to tell her the number on the jersey so she would know it was I. She told me that her husband would be with her. That he did NOT know of her plans to ‘be unfaithful’ and I was to be casual in my conversation – but to be careful not to let on that I know anything about them both. She would see me – and start up a conversation about the Raiders football team. I had better brush up on the team if I expect to pass off our meeting as coincidence. If I could pass her test – I would be rewarded with a scene at a later date. If she didn’t like what she saw – no harm would be done, and her husband wouldn’t be the wiser. She did describe him to me – my height, 6’ 3” tall, shaved head, but wears a goatee, muscular build that is only 205 pounds -- extremely easy on the eyes, but he’s a bit cocky. I did ask her why a Raiders fan and not one of the local colleges or pro teams in the area. “Because silly – there may be OTHER guys in the bar wearing a college shirt, or something. But there are not too many Raider fans around here” Tina replied. It made sense to me. The next day I wrote her and told her I bought one with the number 68 on it. I asked what she was going to wear so I would have an easier time recognizing her. She replied “You have seen my picture – but if it looks obvious that you are ‘looking for me’ Carlos might be a bit jealous. And that is not a good thing for you or me.” That weekend I went to the bar as instructed and after 2 hours of drinking beers and wandering around the place trying to look like I belonged – but really feeling out of place and lonely. Was she going to show up? Maybe since I was ‘identified by the jersey’ she didn’t like what she saw and decided not to strike up a conversation. Maybe they were there and left already. Or perhaps they just haven’t arrived yet. No matter what – I wanted to stick it out and meet this woman. A few people chatted with me – but they didn’t seem to have any special spark in their eyes to tell me that I was with Tina. While making yet another pass around the confines of the bar I overheard what appeared to be a slightly intoxicated woman loudly mouthing off “Hey, lets have some fun --- wanna pick on a poor lonely Raiders fan? HEY RAIDIERS FAN --- why the long face? Is it cause your team hasn’t won anything in a long time? Or is it in addition to losing last week – that you have lost your girlfriend too. This is the 4th or 5th time you have walked by us like you are lost or something.” “Yes I was suppose to meet some friends here – but they may have gotten tied up” I smirked at her remarks. Then I looked closer into the dim bar light and saw a gleam in her eyes. This was the woman I was to meet. She was the one I was to talk to. So I strolled up to her table and asked “SO? What do you have against the Raiders – or are you a fan?” She gave the Raiders team a lot of shit in the few moments I stood there. I didn’t quite know how to react. Should I be the typical upset fan and defend my team at all costs? Should I take her remarks with a smile and a try to politely change the conversation? I quickly decided that the later was the best remedy since I wasn’t really a football fan at all – and getting into any kind of argument would make me look foolish. I asked their names and offered to buy them each a beer – to show that Raider fans are decent guys. I found out that she had lied to me. She and her husband Carlos were actually very big Pittsburgh Steelers fans. Everything that her cocky husband said about the Raiders got very little response from me. I just nodded – and agreed with him, and tried to take it all in stride. She was right on the money about him – muscle bound, yet good looking. He wasn’t just cocky – he was bossy and arrogant. His strength wasn’t only in his arms and legs; it was his sheer presence – center of attention kind of thing – and I really didn’t want to piss him off. His arms were as big around as my calves. There is something about some kids as they grow up – when there is a bully around, they will do anything to stay away – or avoid wrestling or getting involved in a fight. I was always one of those kids. I didn’t feel the need to overwork my body to become super strong. I was determined to use my mind to get ahead. I was his height, yet weighed 15 pounds more. I was a big strong man in my own right – but I knew better than to tangle with a powerful specimen like him. There was just something about his demeanor that made me feel week and insignificant. Enough about Carlos – I turned my attention to Tina as I bought her and her friends some tequila to go with the beers. She smiled at me as her husband was verbally assaulting my so-called team. As I coward from his remarks – she came to my rescue. “Hey, lets leave the little boy alone. If he wants to cheer for the Raiders – and BUY US DRINKS --- let him.” Then she put her arm around my shoulder and pushed my head onto her shoulder – giving me a great view down of her cleavage. After the third round of drinks, less verbal abuse by Carlos, Tina whispered in my ear: “You are showing yourself as a perfect submissive boy --- I like that. I have decided I will be able to use you. Now excuse yourself and go home to bed. And don’t you DARE fondle your dick” I looked at her and saw the sinister gleam in her eyes, followed by an innocent grin on her lips. “Well, I need to be running along. Thanks for the social atmosphere - it has been a learning experience for me” I told the group at the table. Carlos shook my hand and made sure that I was aware of his powerful grip, as he squeezed my hand and laughed as my legs buckled under me as I almost fell to my knees before him. “It sure was a new one for me too – I thought Raiders fans had more struggle in them – but you’re OK by me. After all, if it weren’t for feeble guys like you – how would potent guys like me be able to flaunt our supremacy?” Then he laughed like he was only kidding and threw in “Or buy us all drinks” Carlos slapped me on the back to send me on my way. I went home and put him completely out of my mind. Tina was another subject. I liked how her perfect breasts looked as I stared down her shirt. I liked her intoxicating perfume. Even though she had somewhat started a humiliating conversation – I could see that she was smart enough to know that she could fool her husband Carlos into believing I was harmless. When in just a short while – I may be fucking her over and over. This part of my night drifted off into blissful sleep. The next day Tina started putting things into motion. “Carlos is leaving next weekend, and will be out of the country for 9 days – until the following Sunday. I would really like to make love with you. I want to FUCK you – but good. I need to empty your balls, and you can suck on my pussy.” This sounded way too good to me. I wasn’t about to argue with these ideas she so eloquently described. “But I have to have you first – my way. I have to be sure that you are not going to be a stalker or something dangerous while Carlos is away. Are you willing to let me have my way with you?” She breathed heavily into the phone. I eagerly agreed to everything she said. “I need security to protect me.” She told me “What kind of security?” I curiously asked, “Do you mean I should buy a few boxes of rubbers?” “Ha – Ha” She laughed at my attempt to understand her intentions. “No I mean I will have to meet you somewhere at night, and you will have to agree to let me blindfold you before I take you back to my house. You never know what kind of sick people are on the Internet.” Alarm bells should have been going off in my head – this was a strange request. But instead I said “If it will make you feel more comfortable – then I will agree to not even peek.” “Good. Just remember the first night may seem strange – and I may require you to do some things that are out of the ordinary. But if I get my way the first night – then you will be fucked all week long.” The tone was exhilarating to my throbbing cock, but my mind missed all the hints that she was throwing out. “Carlos doesn’t go out of town often – so I don’t know when this opportunity will cum again. Can you take a week vacation and spend it with me. I promise it will be a week you will NEVER forget.” I checked with my boss and got the following week off, just as she has requested. I was to pack a suitcase with underwear and one or two changes of clothes. She hinted I would be naked most of the time. Her hint included herself in that picture. She told me to tell my friends that I was going away for the week – to be alone and get my life organized for the future. Amazingly enough, most of them didn’t question it. One girl from my office – who I suspected had a crush on me – was a bit suspicious but I managed to keep from giving her any information. For me – everything added up to a week of sex – intermittently splattered with a bit of bondage or light S&M. When I asked what she planned on doing – she would distract me with sayings like “You’ll just have to wait and see.” Or she would describe how much fun it would be – to be helpless as she sucks on my cock or feeds me her pussy. No matter what she said – it always seemed like I was going to be safe. That the idea of bondage for her was to protect her and get used to my body. The blindfold was so that – when the week was over – we might not see one another again. She didn’t want a love sick puppy showing up at her door when she has a brute of a husband who would certainly hurt her love puppy – and maybe dump her on the street as a tramp. Things needed to be on her terms if I was going to be with her --- and more importantly to be fucked by her. I agreed to it all. After all, I am going to get fucked – right? That Friday night I arrived at our designated spot in the parking lot of a strip mall. I did as she had instructed in her recent Email – I put a ‘for sale’ sign in the front window of my car and of course the phone number was bogus. Tina pulled up and I threw my bag into her trunk and got in the front seat. She then told me to get in the back seat and lay down so I won’t be seen by any of her neighbors. Then she tossed me the blind fold. “Put this on. Don’t peak – remember you promised!!” I obeyed. “Ok to make it interesting while I drive us to my house, why don’t we tell each other some sexy things to pass the time away. First you tell me what you think this week will be like?” Tina prompted me. “Well ---” – I started trying to gather my thoughts and not seem over anxious for sex. For starters – you show me around your house. After all, if I am going to be there a week, I have to get a look at the place.” “I can do that,” She said confidently “Then I think I should hold you in my arms and kiss you – first slowly – then more passionately. From there, I should stroke your cheek, and nibble on your neck while you rub my cock in my pants.” I thought I should start out slow – and build up to the fucking part she kept promising me. “We may put some nice music on – and sway to the beat as I tenderly remove your shirt – hardly letting you go from my soft touch.” “Hmmm, I think YOU are the one who will be naked first” She contradicted me. “That sounds good too.” I replied. “Donny Boy – while you are blindfolded and sitting in the back of the car where you can’t reach me --- as you tell me this – why don’t you stroke your cock through your pants.” Tina encouraged me but warned me at the same time. “BUT DON’T CUM!!” “OK” I eagerly replied. “Go back to the part when we are dancing to the music – but YOU are undressing yourself for me. Maybe putting on a show for me” Tina said. “I slowly remove my shirt – and you see my nice hairy chest. I grind my hips a bit to show off the bulge in my pants. The bulge you soon will have between your legs!” I needed to get to the part where we are fucking. “WAIT – Stop right there.” She interrupted me. “I don’t see it happening this way when we get to my house. Letting you take a few minutes and get the grand tour is fine. Putting on sexy music is good too. But I told you – I NEED to be in charge this first night. I don’t want your hands roaming my body. I don’t want to run my fingers through your hairy chest. As a matter of fact, I plan on giving you a bath, and then shaving your hairy chest and all the hair between your legs.” I was quiet in the backseat. “Are you still stroking yourself?” “Yes” I murmured. “Good Donny Boy!” Tina smiled and glanced over her shoulder at me laying in the back seat. “Once I have you completely clean – and all the annoying hair removed – then I will be stroking your chest and licking at your big cock.” “Tina?” I called out her name. “I don’t --- Know --- if -- um – “ “You don’t know if I should suck your big man meat?” She teased me. “No, its not that – I thought you agreed if I let you have your way with me – that YOU would not do anything permanent to me” I slightly whined. “I don’t want my hair shaved.” “Hair grows back – it isn’t permanent.” She reminded me. “I know – but it is soft and looks good.” I tried to reason with her. “Hairy guys don’t turn me on. It is bristly and irritating to get caught in my mouth. I don’t enjoy having my face pressed against your hairy crotch. You want a week of sex don’t you?” She asked “Mine isn’t bristly. Why don’t you just wait and see if you like mine.” I tried to reason with her. Again she reminded me of why I was there. “IF I get my way tonight – then you will get fucked like you have never been fucked before – all week long. So what’s it going to be boy?” “Wouldn’t you like to just see it --- and feel it?” I again tried to rationalize with her. “I can take you back to your car now. We can turn around and end this – RIGHT NOW – if you want. It is up to you --- I want to shave your crotch – from your hairy ass – to at least 3 inches past your hard dick as it lays on your chest.” She paused to let that sink in. “Well Boy – You going to keep me waiting?” “No Tina – you can do it” I quietly replied. “What’s that Donny Boy? I couldn’t hear you up here – tell me what I want to hear.” She badgered me. “You can shave my crotch.” I emphatically replied – then paused for a moment and added “But please don’t shave my chest, legs or head” “I want to hear you BEG me to shave your crotch. And MAYBE I will agree to not shave the rest of you” She delighted in my loss of nerve. “Hurry up – we’re almost there. Or maybe you would prefer going back to your car?” I blurted out “PLEASE shave my crotch – and my ass. It needs it – so you can feel my soft skin. Oh I beg you to please remove all the hair – so you know I can please my new mistress.” “Well, if you insist.” She taunted. We rode in silence for awhile longer. Tina was savoring her new conquest, and I was contemplating my fate in her hands. I paid attention to the car as it made several sharp turns. Finally she spoke “I have to get out and open the gate. You stay put --- and no peeking.” I didn’t want to disobey – so I continued to lie in the back with the blindfold on. She got back in for a moment – pulled the car forward then hopped back out to close the gate. “Welcome to our property. We have 685 acres of land surrounding this house – so don’t you worry your cute little behind about anyone seeing you here – UNLESS we want to let them see you. Just think the nearest neighbor is several miles away” Tina explained. What I didn’t realize at the time – she was warning me that I had no place to run – no place to escape --- and certainly no one would hear my cries for help. We pulled into a garage – that much I could tell due to the sound of the engine as it reverberated off the walls. Tina told me “I want you to count to 500 before you take off the blindfold and then come inside the house. No skipping numbers – and don’t rush it too fast. I need to change into something more erotic. I will be waiting for you.” I heard the door slam, and as I began to count I heard what appeared to be the house door close. “1 2 3 … 100” I thought to myself how silly I must look – sitting up now in the back seat of her car – counting to 500 so I can enter her ‘paradise’ “101, 102, 103 … 300” I began to lick my lips because my mouth was dry. I continued because I thought to myself – what is the use of playing the game if you are not going to obey the rules. “301, 302, 303, … Finally 500!” I reached up to my face and pulled the blindfold off. I looked around at my surroundings. Yes, just like I had surmised I was in a garage connected to a house. There were the typical things you would find in a garage – a tool bench, a riding lawnmower, 2 bicycles, a couple of trashcans sitting in the corner. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Trapped Ch. 1 I reached into my pocket and popped a couple of mints in my mouth. Couldn’t hurt I thought to myself. I tried the door to the car and the handle pulled toward me – but the door did not open. I tried the other door – nope – it didn’t open either. What was the problem? I was supposed to count to 500 and then come inside. I wanted to get in there and see her – but the car doors wouldn’t open. Here 5 minutes and already I am trapped. I reached up front to the passenger side door – tried the handle, but it wouldn’t open either. I tried the back doors again – I tried pushing the unlock button from back there – it clicked but nothing happened. I couldn’t get out of the car. Meanwhile my new mistress is waiting. 10 more minutes seemed like a lifetime to me. But she came to the door of the garage and with one hand on her hip, and her feet tapping the hard concrete of the step – she called out to me “How long does it take you to count to 500?” “It’s LOCKED! I can’t get out.” I yelled back to her. “Oh for heaven sakes – you don’t know how to open the door?” She scolded me as she quite easily lifted the outside handle and set me free. I stepped out and went to check the little latch that is located inside the door when it is closed – sure enough it was set to ‘child lock’. But before I could point that fact out to her she scolded me a bit more. “Well since you have wasted all the time I just set aside for the tour – there is no sense giving you one. You’ll just have to see the house later. But since you didn’t obey my first command – you are going to have to be punished.” She warned. “So STRIP!” I started to point to the child lock and explain it wasn’t my fault but she just grabbed my earlobe and twisted my head to be face to face with her. “Out of your clothes – I want you NAKED.” I should have been more discrete –but I could stare down her leather bustier she now wore. I enjoyed what I saw. She knew just where my eyes went. It was like she had her mental telepathy going because she read my mind and responded to just what I was thinking. “If you are good -- tonight I will let you lick my boobs. But I told you before – TONIGHT IS MINE. Do as I say – don’t argue, don’t disobey, and most of all DON’T DELAY WHEN I TELL YOU DO SOMETHING and you will get fucked all week long.” Trapped Ch. 2 I quickly stripped off my clothes. “Everything!” She pointed at my watch and ring. “Where do I put my -- ” I started to say when she interrupted me. “Just lay everything over on that chair.” She pointed at a beat up old chair sitting next to the door. “Lets go!” She told me and I followed her into the house. We entered into a kitchen. Marble floor … cherry cabinets … double sided extra large black refrigerator … a breakfast bar … and a table and chairs and nearby was a 26” console TV. The kitchen was large. From there we went up what appeared to be a back stairway. I followed Tina – getting a very nice view of her panty-covered ass. She had changed into 3” high heels, white stockings, and a black leather panty and bustier set. We stepped into the bathroom – she told me to shave my face while she fills the whirlpool tub with water. I see a razor and shaving cream sitting near the sink, but begin explaining to her “I just used an electric razor before meeting you for the night, and if you’ll let me – I can run out to the trunk of the car and get my bag. It has my stuff in it.” From out of nowhere she slapped my ass hard with a quirt. “I don’t remember asking if you wanted to shave. Nor do I remember asking if you wanted to use your electric razor. It doesn’t do a very good job. Now pick up that can and razor and get busy.” My cock had deflated quickly after she smacked my ass – and I thought it was best not to argue the point – she OBVIOUSLY does not like hairy men. If I press my luck – she may end up shaving the hair on my head just like her husbands. While I was shaving I enjoyed the view she offered me in the mirror as she was bending over at the waist to stir up the bubbles in the tub. When I finished she checked my face “This is much better. Now hop in that tub so I can bathe you.” “Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked. “No that will not be necessary. I want to get you all cleaned up for my special surprise.” Tina told me “What’s the surprise?” I naturally asked “You will see soon enough.” She reminded me. I got an erection while her hands glided over my flesh. She soaped the palms of her hands and used them to glide across my body. “Stand up so I can wash all of you” She saw my flesh pointing toward the ceiling and remarked “So, I see that this makes Donny Boy all excited.” Then she looked me square in the eye “I thought you said you were 6 inches.” “I AM!!” I sheepishly exclaimed. “I have a nice big cock” I figured if you keep repeating it – other people will believe it too. “Carlos’s cock is 6 inches too --- but that is when is soft and hanging between his legs. You are about his height and maybe a bit more weight --- and when you told me online that it was 6 inches, I just assumed it was soft.” Talk about being an ego buster --- a ripe woman compares your hard dick to her husbands’ soft one – and is disappointed. I had to think of something that would save my ego. “Dolly Parton has big breasts. Much larger than yours or even most women – but I like yours!” I tried to reason with her. “You met my husband – he doesn’t appear to have a big cock – But Yes, I can see your point somewhat – but when you are fucked by a 9 ½ inch long, maybe 2 inch thick cock – over and over – you just expect that from all the guys. By the way – what did you think of my husband?” “You want me to tell you the truth?” “Yes” She answered. “I think he was arrogant and cocky.” I replied bluntly “You are right – he is cocky” She smiled at her own joke “He has a lot more meat hanging between his legs – obviously compared to you. As far as arrogant – he could NEVER let me shave him. He would never stand for me to be stronger than him. He’s arrogant because he knows what he’s got and he knows how to use it. That is why it is so very important that I get to do what I want with you. If you let me shave you – and you let me cuff you to the bed and then you let me FUCK you over and over. Occasionally stopping to eat me out or be punished for coming before I allowed it. Then this is what I need. Its what I want to be able to have an affair – even for a week. I needed something different. I could pick up any guy and he could fuck me. But you are special. You are a submissive male who deserves nothing less than to be shown how submissive you really are. Once you are put into your place – it is like the alignment of the stars – it is what is right for you. What is right for Carlos is being dominant. Having a huge dick and knowing that you could never have me. It is the law of the jungle… the powerful rule and the weak humble themselves for the sake of the ruler.” She told me. “Maybe it will help when I shave you.” “You can sit on the edge of the tub while I lather you up.” She told me. The shaving cream felt nice on my skin, after all this is one place I had never used it. Once the gel was rubbed to a full lather, she began swiping away my hair with a straight razor. My cock, which was pulsating and hard as it could get – was now limp as a noodle. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by her. “My oh my – if you little wiener gets much smaller – I may mistakenly cut it off.” She taunted me. Minutes later my front was denuded. “Now for the backside” She told me. “Turn around and bend WAY OVER.” I said just one word to her “PLEASE” and she looked into my eyes and said in a comforting way “Do it – just do what I say. I am going to get rid of the rest of this. But you are right – your chest hair is nice, smooth and exceptionally sexy – IF you are really submissive and obedient – I MIGHT LET YOU KEEP IT.” She stroked my cheek and leaned way down and kissed the end of my cock. Then looked back up at me – “Now do it --- turn around and bend over” I complied with her request while she squirted the gel into my ass crack, then went about lathering it all up. “Grip your ass cheeks with both hands and spread it apart so I can see your butt hole.” I obeyed. “Now just hold it like that – DON’T move. I would hate to ruin the night because I sliced your butt open” Moments later I was hairless there too. Although I couldn’t see – it felt very odd. I ran my fingers across my hairless skin and I felt like I was 12 again. “I thought it would help – but it doesn’t really does it?” She told me very sympathetically I got out of the tub; she toweled me off and led me to her bed. “Lie down – face up.” She climbed on my chest and slid her leather covered crotch just millimeters from my face. “Now – see these? They’re Velcro manacles. See --- they pull apart just like this >> so you are not really bound to my bed. It is all for fun. Are you ready to let me take you? Are you ready for the fucking of your life?” Of course I was, and she knew it. “Tell you what I want you to do – Kiss and try to lick through the leather of my crotch while I wrap these around your wrists, and get you all ready for me.” While I was busy kissing and licking her leather covered crotch; Tina fitted the cuffs in place and using some bungy cord – fastened my arms to her headboard. She swung around and pushed her butt toward my face as she put some manacles on my legs as well. When she was satisfied I wasn’t going anywhere; she climbed down off of me and went to the closet for a moment. When she returned she had an unusual assortment of items: a small envelope, a rather large candle, and some matches. But the one thing that really looked odd was a small cupcake. She pondered what she needed to do to make things just right. When I went to say something – she just pressed her finger to my lips and said “Shhhhh – I have very little time to finish this surprise” I shut up – knowing that the surprise must have something to do with me – perhaps the best way to fuck me. After a few moments – Tina’s eyes lit up – “I’ve got it. I just need to fix a few things first.” I just smiled a knowing grin. Tina untied the rope that held my manacled ankles to the bottom of the bed. Then by leaving the rope still attached she pulled it toward the head of the bed … raising my legs up in the air at the same time. Moments later she had tied that end off … and I found myself with my shaved ass exposed – my legs spread wider than my shoulders – and me staring at my shaved crotch and small appearing dick. I thought to myself – how in the hell is she going to be fucking me – if my cock is staring ME in the face? Then she lit the candle and smashed it into the top of the cupcake. She ran out of the room and rushed back with a large Christmas bow, which she peeled off the paper to expose the adhesive, and pressed the bow to the top of my forehead. Pulling my ass cheeks apart she inserted the thin end of the envelope and then released them. “Don’t let this drop.” She warned me. “What are you doing? This is weird.” I started to complain. “Aaaaahhh Ahh Ahhhhh” She pointed her finger at me – “Keep quiet.” Then she stuffed the bottom of the cupcake into my mouth. My eyes showed their surprise as I was now on my back, tied to the bed. My arms and legs were tied over my head. I had a bow on my forehead an envelope being held in place by my ass, and now a cupcake shoved in my mouth with a lit candle at the other end tilting toward my chest – dripping candle wax all over the place. “Ahhhhhh done at last!” She exclaimed. “Don’t go anywhere – and whatever you do – DON’T move your head or the candle might catch everything on fire --- and with you being tied up – we wouldn’t want that!” Then she left the room She was gone 3 or 4 minutes but it seemed so much longer to me. I could see her figure enter the room again. I couldn’t call out --- and I was afraid to spit out the cupcake lest I burn the place down. But I could at least see a figure moving beside the bed. It was then I got the shock of my life. The figure next to the bed was Carlos. He took the envelope from my ass and tore it open. Then he started to read “Happy birthday my dear husband. I didn’t know what to get the man who has everything (including me) so then it dawned on me – you have never had a male slave. So SURPRISE – here is your birthday present. Your very own boy!” Love Tina. She was now by his side – and he kissed her. “You’re the best sweetheart” Carlos told Tina. Then he started asking – how she did this – and did I have anything to do with the planning. “Was I a male stripper?” “No honey, Make a wish, blow out your candle before he burns the house down and I will explain everything” Tina told him Carlos got an evil grin – then huffed and puffed and blew a whole bunch of candle wax onto my forehead. Tina explained to Carlos “I met him on the Internet. His wife – divorced him and left for another woman.” Then she used one finger to lift up my shriveled cock and added “Look at the boy – can you blame her?” Carlos chuckled. “So what good is he to me with that?” “Well, let me finish. I met him – without your knowing last week just to check him out.” Tina stated. “You fucked this worthless pencil dick?” Carlos exclaimed in disbelief. “No, silly – I just checked him out – remember the bar last week. The Raider fan – well here he is. I just wanted to see what he looked like --- if you were bigger and better --- which of course you are. Then I got him shaved and tied with his ass in the air – so you could show him what a real man is like.” Tina was pleased with herself. “You haven’t been with this guy at all – right?” Carlos asked her again. “No. He is YOUR birthday present. You get to break him in. You get to train him to suck your cock. You get to fuck his virgin ass whenever you feel like it. YOU get to show him who a real man is. I shaved his cock and balls because I thought it would make him look more inferior – how was I to know he already had a little boys’ cock between his legs. He is submissive, obedient and most of all – he is NOT Gay. He doesn’t have any disease. He is your TOY. I know how much you love to show off. To put a guy down and keep him there. You’re strong. He’s so weak it isn’t even funny. Remember the superior male always wins. He thought he was going to get to fuck me. I never once lied to him I kept telling him that if he would let me do what I want to him tonight, I promised he would be fucked – and fucked well the rest of the week.” “Week --- how long do I get to keep him?” Carlos asked. “10 days from now – he is suppose to go back to work. He is on vacation right now. But don’t worry if he is not as obedient as you and I want – we may just have him ‘call in sick’ for a few more days.” She smartly replied. “You think it is going to take me more than 10 days to break him?” Carlos sneered “Of course not dear, I think it will take you less than 2 days – and you will have him begging for your cock, kneeling on the floor beside our bed at night just waiting to lick your jizz from my snatch. Or squirting that little boy cock off as you rape his ass.” Tina countered. “Just think – breaking him in is half the fun!” Tina continued putting ideas into his head. “We can tie him up and whip him. We can put clothespins on his nipples. We can put a lock on his cock so he can’t shoot off.” Then she ushered him toward the closet. “Now go put on your leather outfit and let’s have some fun. I’ll keep little Donny Boy busy while you’re getting ready for him. Trapped Ch. 3 She came to my side. “SURPRISE – talk about getting FUCKED – You are going to be royally fucked when he is done with you!” “How could you do this to me? I wanted to be YOUR Slave – If I knew you wanted me for your husband, I wouldn’t have come.” I complained “Don’t you think I know that – It is not much fun to supply him with a guy who is already so gay that he will be foaming at the mouth for Carlos’s cock. He has never had a guy as a slave – lest wise that I BROUGHT HOME TO HIM. We’ve been part of a BDSM group for some time – and he has enjoyed some of the other Masters and Mistress’s male slaves. I really don’t know. I like it a lot when we get together and have sex – and dominate a girl. He usually can pick up one in a bar – or maybe know one from work or someplace. Then when the Internet started – oh it was a lot of fun to just meet someone, get a feel for him or her – then use them for our pleasure. Women are fine – but most of them are naturally submissive. I get such a rush – my pussy just floods when he wrestles with another guy…pins him to the ground, and forces him to suck him off. It is just so animalistic for him to conquer another man. Breaking their will --- turning them into little boys --- or pussy’s just makes me get an ultra-fine orgasm.” She admitted. “Well, I’m NOT GAY – and I don’t suck ANYONE OFF!” I vehemently replied. “You don’t have to be gay. But you will be submissive, and open for him.” She snickered back at me. “What do you think he’s going to do?” I fearfully inquired. “What do you think? Gee – Let’s just see what we have here. You are tied to our bed. With your legs pulled over your head – and your ass – just begging for a big load of sperm to be shot into it.” She sneered at me. I struggled against my bonds. I pulled and yanked – I didn’t budge them. Then I remembered they’re Velcro cuffs. I just need to get my hands on the end of them and I can get free. In a moment I got a hold of the cuff on my right leg. 2 pulls and its free. It fell to the bed, and I quickly went to work on the other leg. “Carlos – he’s trying to get free – and he got a leg undone. Hurry back here and bring the handcuffs.” Tina said as she pulled my hands from my other leg cuff. I struggled and while she was able to keep my bound hands from getting to my other leg, my free leg was swinging wildly trying to knock her out of the way. I didn’t even see Carlos come back into the bedroom, but I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my balls. Someone was clutching them and squeezing them. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed. “Quit fighting and bring your right leg back up over your head” Carlos order me. I still was struggling – yet gasping in pain from his grip on my poor balls. I didn’t move fast enough to suit him. So he twisted his grip of my balls, and I thought I was going to pass out. In a fog my brain registered his voice telling me to lift my leg back up. I did. Tina attached the cuff to my ankle again. Carlos handed Tina the real metal handcuffs and she locked them on my wrists. “Now, if the boy wants to escape – that is fine with us. He is handcuffed, naked, and in no condition to fight us both.” Carlos joyously exclaimed. “Besides that – I met him at the strip mall, east of downtown – made him wear a blindfold. He doesn’t have a clue where we are, or how far he is from help.” Tina told Carlos – and in regard for my benefit. “Do you know what you are?” Tina asked me. “Trapped?” I answered. “Good answer” She laughed. They stood back – and I got to take a good look at Carlos after he had changed clothes. He now was dressed in black leather chaps. A rather prominent bulge was apparent under small bikini type (Speedo) underwear. His shirt was off but he had crossing leather straps from his waist to his shoulders. On each arm – from his wrist to half way up his forearm were leather bands that had many spikes protruding from them. His muscles were slightly flexed as his arms were folded across his chest. Standing next to Tina in her leather outfit made the two of them look rather powerful and dangerous. @@ “What are you going to do with me?” I fearfully asked. “Well, little BOY – we’re going to make you OBEY. When I tell you to kneel down, you’ll drop to your knees in homage to me. When I command you to suck my cock – you will gladly do it.” Carlos gleefully told his new birthday prisoner. “Real men don’t suck cocks!!” I argued. “So who’s a real man? Certainly not you LITTLE BOY!” Carlos mocked me. “I am not a boy – I am a grown man.” I tried to counter. “From where I stand there is one man in the room. He’s my husband --- YOUR NEW MASTER --- Master Carlos” Tina stated. “You’re a little boy to him. Boys do what their adult Master tells them to do. You will learn to obey him.” “We’ll just see about that.” I spat back at her. “I am a MAN – I may not be an arrogant ass hole like him – but I’m still a man & you can’t change that fact.” I fought against my bonds – only proving to them both as well as myself that I was trapped. Tina grinned and Carlos reached for a crop – to smack my exposed ass with. Before she could stop him – he swung and hit me on my naked butt. “OWWwwww” I yelled out. “Wait dear – I think we struck a nerve here. Let’s just examine the difference between a MAN and a BOY.” She looked around the room, then told Carlos “Wait here – I’ll be back in a moment to make my point perfectly clear.” Carlos leered at me, and raised his arm again in anticipation of striking my ass. I just held my breath expecting another sharp pain in my ass. Tina returned with a tape measure one would use for sewing. “Boy’s are usually weaker than men – right?” Tina explained as she started wrapping the measure around my right bicep. “Hmmmm 13 inches.” Then she measured Carlos’s biceps and found that they were larger. Carlos pumped them to make the number even more impressive. “Not bad – your new MASTER is 17 inches.” Then she used the measure to see that my thigh was 22 inches. She measured Carlos through the leather chaps – which must have added some to his total “He’s bigger than you here too – 25 inches.” Both times she measured me – I was in a position where I could not flex my muscles. This made me look smaller than him. He did look impressive in that leather outfit – but I was not about to let on that I thought that. “I’m your new Master – I’m strong. You’re my BOY and you are weak.” Carlos sneered at me. “The hell with that – it proves nothing. I’m 6’ 3” and weigh 215 pounds. If that is not a man I don’t know what is” “Well, my definition of a man is usually hanging between his legs.” Tina knew the answer before she ever lifted the measuring tape to my crotch. “Let’s just see what the boy has here. Ahh, all of 3 inches.” Turning back to Carlos “Would you mind pulling your underwear to the side so I can show him what a Man has between his legs.” He grabbed a side of it and hauled out a rather formidable dick. She measured it “7 inches. Oh my – you are getting turned on – it looks like it will be bigger in a minute.” “I don’t get hard looking at some guys dick. It’s obvious that he does!” I miserably tried to defend my size. “Look at him – he’s even hairless like a little BOY – with that little dickey laying on his stomach.” Carlos again teased me while talking to Tina. Then he focused his attention back to me after hearing my comment about getting hard. “Admit I’m the only man in the room and you’re just a feeble little BOY” “If I were free – you wouldn’t stand a chance and you know it – I was tricked into this. You can’t possibly keep me tied up forever … “ Then I threatened him – something I wish I had not done, but I had my ego to protect “I’ll KICK YOUR ASS!!” “You’re tied up in my bed. Rest assured I will set you free. That is for sure. But when I do – you will immediately drop to your knees and KISS MY ASS. Then you will beg to suck my cock – because that is what I will train you to do. If you are lucky I will allow you lick it. If you’re not lucky – I may choose to harm you some more.” Carlos threatened me in a frightening tone. Then he started whipping my upturned ass with the crop. “You’re going to love this – I’ll start off easy and build it up till you just squirt all over yourself – just like you had a wet dream.” --Whap – Whoosh – Smack -- It hurt – who was he kidding. I didn’t feel the need to cum; Hell, I wasn’t even hard. -SMACK – Whoosh- He worked his way up my butt until he was hitting my exposed legs. Occasionally he would use the tip of the crop to tease the exposed underside of my cock. As the heat spread - I started getting hard. He just went back to hitting me again on the butt. -WHAP – WHAP – WHAP- By this time, I was staring at my hard cock – and seeing the movement of his arm as he brought the crop down onto my body. -SMACK- The noise was only made worse by my howling in pain. -SMACK- Whap- I could look over at him in anticipation of the next hit and see his huge cock jutting out from the black leather that framed it so well. I felt my own cock – get another shot of life. Then more smacks to my butt and legs rained down – I was sucking in my breath – as it was literally taken from me. -SMACK- I was trying not to cry. “Stop it” I cried out. He ignored me and just kept hitting my ass and thighs. WHAP – WHAP – WHAP “Please stop hitting me” I begged. “Tell me what I want to hear” Carlos stated. “I – I can’t” I whined. “Then I can’t stop hitting you.” Carlos countered -SMACK- “I have you – -SMACK- for 10 days – -SMACK- how much of this -SMACK- do you want?” “Ok OK I give. Please stop” I tried to get him to quit hitting me. “What do you say to your Master --- little boy.” Carlos provoked me. “I don’t know – Please ---- S T O P” -Whap- “I can’t stop -- not until you know who I am.” -SMACK- “You are Carlos.” Then I took a deep breath – like it was the very last thing I wanted to admit. “You are Master Carlos – MY MASTER” Carlos smiled and stood very close to me. As I turned my head to look at him – I was just a foot away from his huge manhood. But he stopped whipping me. “Are you just saying that so I’ll be lenient on your ass?” “No – I can’t take any more.” I answered truthfully “If you don’t admit that you are a BOY – a weak slave that needs to obey all my commands – then you won’t believe what you can – or can’t – take anymore” Carlos threatened me. “I’m a boy. You’re a man. I’m a slave – YOU’RE MY MASTER.” I brokenly admitted then I lowered my eyes and turned my head. “Good BOY.” Carlos congratulated me – then he softly rubbed the underside of my cock – and enjoyed the sight of a few drops of pre-cum that appeared on the tip. We were both interrupted by our actions him stroking me – and me knowing I had submitted to him – by Tina’s gleeful proclaim “Ohhh, seeing this -- makes me soooo horny” “Well Little BOY --- if you can’t fuck my wife with that little wiener – what would you like to do to her instead?” I swallowed – and looked at her. “I would like to lick her pussy” “If you ask me precisely -- just like a little boy asks his big strong Master. Do you want to suck her pussy dry?” Carlos taunted me. This would be better than getting my butt whipped. “Yes Master – Please let me suck her pussy for you.” “You will be a good boy – and suck her pussy dry for me.” Carlos again spurred me on. I knew what I was being told to do --- I must get her pussy ready to accommodate his huge manhood. “Yes Master I will suck her pussy dry for you.” “Good BOY” – Then he pointed for her to sit on my face. As she settled down – he looked like he pushed her off of me. I was just straining against my bonds to lick at her pouting lips. “Let me see how wet I can get it first” He said as he positioned his hard-on at the entrance of her pussy. I tried to push my head further down into the bed as he began to fuck her right on top of my face. She had one leg lying across my chest and the other over my arms that were restrained above my head. Her pussy was opening up – allowing this monster to force its way in. Carlos meanwhile was on the other side of me kneeling beside my right shoulder. His hard-on was less than 3 inches from my face. Up close it looked even more impressive. Slowly he would force his way into her pussy. Her lips that wrapped around it would curl up inside her giving him even more friction. I was shocked. First of all, I had NEVER been this close to anyone fucking. It was my first time even seeing another man fuck a woman. (Not counting porno movies) He was huge. His (or her) ass didn’t smell too nice – perhaps they shouldn’t wear the leather. But I was trapped – they were fucking like I wasn’t there. Then his words dawned on me – I am going to suck her dry. He is going to plant his seed in her – and I promised --- no – BEGGED to suck her DRY!” Every so often his ball sack would hit me in my chin. I would try my best to again get lower in pillow that comforted my bound frame. His cock was just huge. Her pussy accepted it and got wet for even more. I watched as his balls pulled up toward his hard on -he had fucked her for 2 or 3 minutes before he erupted in her snatch. He grunted – and let more of his awful seed squirt from his cock deep into her pussy. He pulled out with a pop – and ran his wet cock against my lips and nose. I tried to turn my head – but there was no place to go. Tina put her slimy pussy on my face and ground it into my nose and mouth. “He’s not licking – or SUCKING --- how about we encourage him a bit.” I heard her say to Carlos. I felt the sharp smack of the crop against the welts that were already on my upturned ass. I dove my tongue into her snatch and licked at her pussy. It tasted funny but I decided to do it verses getting hit again. Tina took her fingernail and ran it down my cock – while she sat on my face. It twitched with desire. If eating his cum wasn’t bad enough – he had to remind me of it. Carlos was talking into my ear giving me erotic pictures. “How’s her fucked pussy taste Boy? Stick your tongue deep inside – I left some nice goo for you swallow.” He puts his hand on my cock and felt it twitch. “You like this BOY – don’t you? I think you get off on me bossing you around. I think you like eating a pussy that has been fucked by my potent cock. A MAN comes in a pussy and a BOY is here to lick it up. That is it BOY; you want my cum. You really know that sucking my cum will PROVE that you are a PUSSY.” He took his hand off my cock but continued to verbally taunt me. “That’s it BOY – suck it good. Pretty soon you will get to suck the cum from my dick instead of her pussy.” Then he told Tina to lift her pussy from my face so that he could see me licking her – and he could watch me suck better. This also had an effect on me – I could hear all his comments better. At first I laid there, with her wet pussy hovering over my mouth. But He wanted me to go after his seed. “Boy – I don’t want to have to tell you this – you better try to suck her pussy. Lift your head up and press it against her wet slit and SUCK my seed from her love canal.” Carlos ordered. “Yes Master Carlos” I mumbled as I stretched my neck to reach her opening. Tina squeezed her insides and a moment later a ball of white goo was at her slit ready to drop onto my waiting tongue. This was a fact that did NOT go UN-noticed by Carlos. “Ooooh Here comes a big glob of my seed. You will love this BOY.” Carlos enjoyed my plight. I love having a BOY clean up for me. You are so WEAK – you are just pitiful – I am your MASTER. You are a cum sucking little pussy – aren’t you?” The glob of cum now sucked down my throat – I couldn’t help but believe all that he was saying. Another even larger glob of white stuff came to the edge of her pussy lips and I slurped it up. Just at that moment I shot my load. Some of it landed on Tina, but most landed on my chest. “Did you just see that?” Tina hilariously asked her husband. “No one was touching his little dick and he shot his load.” “I think my BOY gets off by being my slave – I think he likes knowing he’s a wimp. He came just as he sucked down my cum.” Carlos laughed. “How disgusting” Tina said as she scooped the ooze that had gotten on her tummy, and turned to feed me her fingers. “Donny Boy came all on his own – sucking his Master’s cum from my wet pussy. Guess you won’t mind sucking your own cum” I started weeping. The tears were clearly streaming down my face and getting into my ears as I lay face up on the bed. Trapped Ch. 4 “Just as I thought – Little BOYS cry!” Carlos goaded me. “Set his legs free – and I’ll climb on him and give the little baby a pacifier.” Tina untied the rope that held my legs up over my head. It was a welcome relief to lower my legs – but it hurt to have them rub against the bed cover. Carlos sat on my upper chest and flip flopped his dick across my lips – “c’mon little boy. Suck your Master.” I tried to refuse. Tried turning my head. He stroked his cock to semi-hardness. “Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want – I’ll not tell anyone what you did here. Just let me go” I begged for my freedom. “I promised I would let you get untied. I also promised that you would do something as soon as you were untied. Do you remember what that was?” Carlos asked. “Kiss your ass and beg to suck your cock.” I meekly replied. “CORRECT!” He cheerfully responded. “Now tell me why you are crying?” “I – I just came without you or Tina touching me. I came when I was sucking the sperm from her pussy. I can’t believe I showed you both that I liked it – it turned me on to be your BOY.” I admitted. “So you recognize that I am a better man. That my cock is huge compared to your little boy hairless wonder. That you should be my slave – and I should be your Master.” He went on summing up my experience with them both. “You came here expecting sex with my wife. You knew she was married – but that didn’t stop you from trying to fuck her. And now life is a bit different. You realize that your fantasy of being a slave just took a radical turn – you didn’t expect to be a slave to a MAN –but you found out – that it was the natural order of the day. You know deep inside your mind that you belong on your knees before me. It turned you on soooo much to be told how to suck my cum from her pussy that you blew your load without any physical stimulation. And now you are crying because you know it is what you want. You are a boy – and you need to obey a Man.” I stared at his huge cock. I looked up past it to see his mocking eyes. I slowly shook my head up and down to acknowledge that he was right about it all. He undid the rope holding my hands above my head. “When you drop to your knees I want to hear how much of a boy you are – and how much you want to please a man.” “Yes sir” I humbly acknowledged. The cuffs were still on my wrists; I had just been set free from the bed. Carlos climbed off my chest and stood in a defiant manor. With his hands on his hips, and his blood engorged cock bobbing in the air. He waited for me to show my gesture of weakness and his air of superiority. Tina said – “Show him who is boss. Show him that you will be a good meek boy. Prove to my husband – your new Master – that you are going to do as he says.” I dropped to my knees. “What are you?” Carlos asked me “Your slave – Ma – Master ” I humbly stuttered. “Are you a man?” He asked “No – I am not man enough to compare to you” I obediently said “Tell me what you are?” Carlos questioned me. “I am a boy” Each answer securing my station in their home. “Show me how submissive you can be for me Boy!” Carlos taunted. I bowed my head down. Tina told me to crawl around behind him and kiss his ass. I shuffled on my knees until I was in position. Then I kissed his leather- covered ass. I felt so spineless in this act of capitulation. Carlos quickly turned around so I was face to face with his massive man meat. I shivered in apprehension. “Boy - Look down at your hairless crotch and little dick” Carlos ordered me. Compared to the thick piece of meat hanging between his legs – mine looked pathetic. “You have a little hard on for me don’t you boy?” Carlos accurately inquired. It was hard and throbbing. That was true. Why was I so turned on by being humiliated in such a fashion? He cupped his balls in one hand and gripped the shaft of his cock with his other hand. “I have a MAN’S COCK –its throbbing proof I am your superior.” I leaned forward to kiss it, but he pulled back and bitch slapped me across the face twice. I fell back on my heels. “But – But I thought you – wanted – me to – you know.” I stammered as my confusion rose. “How dare you presume to be allowed to kiss or suck my big cock.” He spat down at me. “You must first beg me BOY!” Begging to be a cocksucker – was the ultimate humiliation I could suffer. He knew that it would break my spirit much worse to do that – than all the pain from his crop combined. “Tell me what I want to hear – or maybe you would like if I tie you in the basement and whip your ass some more.” Carlos threatened. “I can MAKE you sick it – but that isn’t what I want to do. I want to hear you BEG for it.” He was right. He looked imposing as he stood there. Muscular, leather clad man – and me a crying little wimp of a boy on my knees. My hard on – was showing the proof of my perverse enjoyment. “Please Master – may I kiss and suck your cock?” I capitulated. “Yes you may – BOY – in fact why don’t you suck it until I cum again.” Carlos enjoyed his domination of me.