****** Memoirs from the Closet, Part Two by Eric ******
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Memoirs from the Closet, Part Two


Copyright Eric N.

The first part in my memoirs deals with the background, how I met John and how
he seduced me to let my social barriers fall. This part describes how this
process continued into total submission during the first couple of hours at his
house. It's a good idea to read part one first but, if not, you will probably
catch up anyhow.

I rolled off the table and came to a stand with a pair of numb legs. I pointed
out to the patio and said that I first just had to pick up my shorts when John
interrupted me.

"You have no need for your shorts in here," he said with a smile as he laid a
hand behind my neck and continued, "I don't want you to withdraw behind any old
mental doors, now, when you have finally started to open them up. Being partly
nude will give you a great focus on your body and your physical reactions.
Don't you want to experience that?"

I understood by intuition that he had changed his way of addressing me, from a
demanding to a more casual tone, which gave me some problem in responding in a
natural and yet sociable correct manner. How should I now express my will of
acting along as a true sexual being and at the same time keep my posture as a
proud and independent "macho guy" that only "by accident" had shown a stranger
what a pervert he really was? Indeed a thin line to walk and I felt very
insecure when I with a forced but cheerful smile answered him, "Yes Sir! I
guess my closet isn't yet properly furnished!"

However, my very blushing cheeks exposed my true state of mind. I felt more
ashamed than I could recall I had ever done before, but my shame had a strong
thrilling undertone that made the whole feeling bearable.

John started to prepare the dinner and while doing that he asked me very
intimate questions as if they where the most natural topics of interest for any
chitchat like this. He asked me about my sexual experiences with my girlfriends
and whether I had any gay experiences or dreams but suddenly he could change
the subject with a demand for a certain kitchen tool or a question about my
professional dreams. He made me feel comfortable and I answers were so candid
that I almost surprised my self.

The kitchen was of an open country style design with a central cooking unit
under a brass top and all accessories to make it look like a professional
gourmet working space. He was preparing a light course of fried filet of sole,
boiled potatoes and a saut of spring vegetables. He asked me to get a bottle of
wine from the fridge and when I was bending forward to reach the bottles at the
bottom shelf he came behind me and started to friendly caress my bare buttocks
as he pointed toward a bottle of Chablis Premiere Cru.

I had, despite his intimate questions, almost forgot I was naked from the waist
down. I stiffened but couldn't stop my self from spreading my legs and turning
my buttocks back and up in the air as high as I could in order to give him
access. It was like if I was controlled by an instinct to make me available to
this man and his power of will. I took balance at the fridge door and let out a
clear, "Mmm, two really good choices, Sir!" in an attempt to hide my
embarrassment.

My penis was in an instant proudly back in business and when he started to
fondle my crack, letting his hand and fingers wander back and forth from my
anus to my balls I couldn't stop my urge of pressing and rubbing my bare behind
toward his hand. "Yes Sir, please, yes please!"

Instead of obeying me, John took a couple of steps back and said with a smile,
"Eric, you are really catching up quickly but everything has its own time.
According to the Japanese one should train one self to control the sexual
tension in up to seven sequences of an erotic cycle that goes from arousal to
near climax and then repression back to an erotic state above where the last
cycle started. If you learn to control your self you will get richly rewarded.
Acting like a bitch in heat, as you just did, will only generate shallow
satisfaction, for all parties involved."

I had turned around and was looking down on my rock hard dick and what John
just said was like a perfect punch in my solar plexus. I felt the intense
warmth of my blood filled cheeks and the feeling seemed to increase with the
feeling of blood that was pumping through my up-right standing cock and the
muscles just behind it. I couldn't say a word as I had been totally exposed by
another individual and my thoughts were rushing around without finding a single
fixed point as a platform for any reconstruction of some human decency and
integrity.

I looked up at John and I must have had a very confused look of helplessness in
my eyes and face. A look he obviously interpreted perfectly.

With a broad smile he approached me and when laying his arm around my shoulders
he said, "That's perfectly ok, Eric. One has to crawl in order to learn to
walk. You were just going to open that bottle of wine, if you forgot, but from
now on I want you to keep your little veenie hard and prepared. But beware of
loosing your control and overdo your task. We do not want to have to discipline
you for being a naughty boy, do we?"

In saying that he gave my cock a couple of soft strokes with his other hand. He
didn't say anything more and I realized that he wanted me to respond.. I felt
truly relieved that he had entered his "game" again and that he, in a strange
way, had taken over the responsibility of my sexuality. I raised my head and
looked into his eyes when answering him, "No sir, I shall do my utmost to stay
hard as a good and decent boy, sir."

He kissed me and I clinched to him in a very passionate and obeying manner as
he let his warm and soft tongue exploring my tongue and mouth. He took my right
hand and placed it on my, once again pre-cum wet, cock as he withdrew himself
to inspect me. "That's good Eric, keep your little veenie hard and ready, but
don't you dare to stain yourself," he said with a twinkle in his eye before he
turned around to continue cooking our dinner.

This was absolutely incredible. Here I was standing partly naked in the house
of this very prominent man, with my dick oozing from pre-cum in my hand. I was
degraded into being a toy of his and I truly enjoyed the feeling of having
given up all of my own responsibility. He was truly a man that could see
straight through me and by that he invaded and controlled my thoughts as if I
never have had any will power of my own. I was forced out from normal decency
and integrity and into submission without as much as a harsh word and I loved
it.

What I still can consider strange about my total willingness to give away my
self control regarding my sexuality is that everyone would then have guessed
and still will guess that I am the dominant type of person if asked what sexual
preference I may have. This refers to buddies, teachers and employers back then
as well as "out of the closet" friends and employees today. From my own sexual
development I have learnt to be very cautious when valuing people from their
appearances and looks, professional as well as in private.

After I had poured two glasses of the chilled wine John asked me to serve him
his glass with one of my hands on my "veenie."

"I want you to hold on to that veenie of yours as soon as you have a hand free
to do so," he said and of course I followed his order as I walked toward him to
give him his glass. That moment was truly electrifying and was sort of setting
the standard for the rest of the evening.

I desperately wanted him to come on to me, to explore me, to inspect me hands-
on and to use me, but any interaction, even one as simple as handing over a
glass of wine, was increasing my vulnerability and sense of unprotected self
consciousness.

He told me to lean with my back toward the sink opposite from where he was
standing so he could see all of me while talking. He raised his glass and
inspected me with a reassuring smile before he proposed a toast, "For the human
nature and its rare but invaluable gifts!"

He looked into my eyes when we were drinking and despite the fact that I was
standing there squeezing and stroking my "pillory" in front of him the whole
setting appeared to be perfectly natural. However, when my thoughts, for a
split second, wandered away and my girlfriend came into focus I felt how my
cheeks started to get red again. I realized that I had never had such a feeling
of closeness with her and that it would be impossible for me to explain to her
how intense a real sexual experience should feel or, even worse, to show her
how. I had to remember to do her the "service" of calling her and braking up
our relationship as soon as I was back home.

"Are you thinking about what to say to your girlfriend?" John asked as if
reading my thoughts was the most natural thing in the word. "When will you
kiddos learn that taking fast decisions regarding your relations and feelings
always is a bad idea. Focus on your feelings when you meet her the next time.
The body can't lie if you are aware of its reactions and signals," he stated as
if it would have been the most obvious matter of fact.

"Tell me about your curriculum at the University?" he asked while tending to
the potatoes. I told him about my different classes and what I had found being
good and bad about my choice of education. John got very engaged in the subject
and except from some occasional demanding nods toward my cock the discussion
was like any normal discussion between any youth and grown up about the school
system.

However, between every other sentence I lost track of the thread in the
discussion as my mind tended to focus on how horny I was and without helping it
I had started to slightly bounce my pelvis back and forth toward the edge of
the sink.

The bell saved me though, as the dinner was ready and John gave me my plate and
asked me to follow him to the patio. The sun was still up so the mosquitoes
weren't yet there. He took a sun bed, which he folded so it was leveled with
the floor and then he asked me to straddle the bed at one of its ends. He sat
down at the opposite end with his back toward the sun and in that way the
middle of the beds length became a low table between us.

Now, this was a strange setting! For every bite of my filet of sole I had to
look straight down at my oozing cock and in knowing that every movement I made
was monitored I got extremely aware of my bare and exposed sex. While John
casually talked to me about the pros and cons of university life, I started
very, very slowly to rotate my pelvis. I could no longer control my self and my
movements made it worse. In each little circle my anus barely touched the wood
of the sun bed. I realized then how warm and soft hard wood actually could be
and in each infinitive touch it felt like it was another person that touched my
naughty little ring.

John gave up a laugh and said, "Now you are really over the edge, you naughty
little boy. Your eyes are glazed of sexuality and you can obviously not control
you self any more. I think you are ready for some dessert." He stood up in
front of me and when he unbuttoned his jeans I understood what type of dessert
he had in store for me.

He had no underwear and in the midst of a lot of curly black hair the biggest
manhood I had ever seen released it self from the trousers. Also he was uncut
but even though he wasn't fully erected his foreskin was drawn half way back
over his giant gland. He had obviously not been unaffected by our earlier plays
as his cock head was soaked with pre-cum.

In this semi-erect state his tool was probably no less than nine inches and it
was also a truly massive tool in width. Below this very forceful and almost
intimidating cock a huge and obviously shaved dark scrotum was hanging. John
stood close to me and I leaned toward him very carefully so I wouldn't loose my
great position on the sun bed.

"Be a good little boy now, Eric, it is time for you to learn how to show a man
how grateful you can be. I want to see you licking me clean. Be a good boy and
give me the best lip service you can muster!" he said in a somewhat demanding
voice.

I grabbed his dick and tasted his pre-cum with my tongue as I continued to
stimulate my own anus and cock by slowly rotating my lower abdomen toward the
bed. His pre-cum had a very smooth and "clear" taste and in combination with
the scent of his sex it was certainly a "drug" I instantly knew I would get
addicted to.

I made my tongue as "wide" as I could and swirled it around his huge gland and
the rim of his foreskin. I started to squeeze and stroke his shaft and it was a
great feeling when it grew to its full size. A real accomplishment actually.
His dick was so big that I couldn't get a full grip around even if I tried to
squeeze as much as I could with my thumb and index finger. Definitely well over
my own pitiful seven inches in circumference it was. His shaft didn't become
much longer when fully erect but the overall impression in my mind was
overwhelming.

"Yeah, that's my boy, suck my pole clean now. Use your good little mouth to
show me your respect." he said as he took his huge hand behind my neck and
started to press my head toward this cock.

I almost had to break my jaws to get his gland to pass my teeth without hurting
it. From earlier experiences, when getting blowjobs, I have been taught the
hard way that a lot of saliva is the key to success. It's sloppy but it's well
worth the loss of dignity it leads to.

"Good boy, but I believe you have lied to me. You must have done this before?"
John said as he started to pump my head back and forth. I could only shake my
head and moan a little to indicate that he was wrong.

I had to turn my body toward him so I wouldn't loose my balance and once I had
him standing between my legs I started to fondle his balls with my left hand at
the same time I jacked him off at the base of his pole with my right.

"Eric, yeah, now you are making me happy. Suck my big cock! Show me what a
little slut you are! Suck me empty!" he demanded in short syllables following
the rhythm of my mouth around his shaft.

I scooped up some of my own pre-cum with my left index finger and once I had
found his anus ring I started to caress it in circular movements. In doing that
John really started to pump his cock in my hand and mouth and soon he tensed as
he let out, as it appeared, all of the air he had in his lungs before shooting
his load in four heavy spurts far back in my throat.

He had definitely much more semen in his balls than I produce. I swallowed and
swallowed to give room for the next outburst and I was proud I managed to take
care of everything without leaking. I didn't have a chance to get a taste of
his load though.

"You did a good job Eric. Good boy, I will take care of your little problem,
but first, lick me clean, and look me in my eyes when doing it" he said with
his normal and warm smile. It really felt like I had succeeded at a very
important test and being ordered to caress his semi-erect cock with my tongue
and mouth was like getting a wonderful reward. Within a second of looking up he
made me feel so vulnerable and self-conscious again. God, what I had learned to
love that feeling.

By pushing my pelvis forward I had stretched the skin and muscles between my
parted legs so much that my foreskin had been drawn almost all the way back. I
had produced so much pre-cum it was flooding the length of my now more than
hard cock.

I was really looking forward to the treatment John had promised and I was
certainly ready to come. My cock had been erect for so long that I almost had
started to feel sick. I could feel some light pain in my abdomen but I was
still extremely horny.

John fondled my hair and told me to come inside with him. He walked to the
kitchen and went through a couple of drawer before he found what he was looking
for. It was a small bag containing an early type of re-usable snap lock plastic
bands in different lengths and widths.

He picked two bands as he asked me to sit up on the bench, lean back and part
my legs as much as possible.

He caressed my balls and looked with rather stern eyes at me as he said, "I am
disappointed at you my little friend. You couldn't control yourself as you
promised. Could you, Eric?"

"No Sir, it was impossible for me to control my self. You are affecting me to
much but I know I have been a naughty boy, Sir!" I said as I felt he once more
was "transforming" me into total submission by just using that vocabulary.

"Do you always blame others for your shortcomings, Eric?" he said and continued
without waiting for my answer, "You promised to control your self and when you
couldn't you blamed me because "I am affecting you to much." You will have to
learn to take responsibility for your promises. Now I have to teach you how,
don't I?"

"Yes Sir, please teach me, Sir. I have been a very naughty boy and I wish you
can teach me to become a good little boy again, please." I said with a voice so
week I almost got surprised my self.

He took one of the quarter-inch wide bands around my swollen cock as low as he
could by pushing the skin downward and then he pulled it as tight as possible
before he locked it. He then ordered me to get up on my knees and bend forward
with my legs parted and with my back swayed to a maximum. When turning around
it felt as my cock had grown to double its normal size.

Once in place he caressed my balls, first in a light manner but soon enough he
became rougher and rougher but the feeling was very enjoyable and fulfilling.
He stretched the skin and then it felt as if he folded it in a certain manner
before he strapped the second band around the root of my scrotum. He wasn't
satisfied with his job so he got two more bands that he tightened below the
first. Now my cock was absolutely stiff and standing upward and my scrotum was
as stiff but it was sort of held in a backward position.

I had earlier wished that he would feel me out and use me at his will. Now I
certainly was in position for such treatment. Standing totally exposed with my
cock and balls tied up and my butt hole almost open for inspection was so
fantastically thrilling that I almost fainted. Being more vulnerable than this
was hard to imaging.

"Now my little friend I am going to teach you what you have to know in order to
regain my trust. I have to give you some serious friction training, You do want
me to think of you as a good and trustworthy boy, don't you, Eric?" he said
while caressing my buttocks and abdomen with his big hands.

"Yes Sir, please train me Sir. I need a lesson in order to become as obedient
and docile as you want me to be. Please Sir, I deserve and need any punishment
you may feel necessary!" I almost cried out and this time I got surprised in
the short window of afterthought of what I had really said. Maybe that was
another promise I wasn't a man enough to keep. On the other hand my mind was
near the boiling point of free sexuality so I decided I would play along until
the bitter end. Thereby was my window of clear thinking closed, period.

"Eric, I am proud that you are taking your punishment as a man. I will use this
evening to give you some thorough friction training. When I am ready you will
have a horny and willing boy cunt instead of a butt hole to serve me." When
saying that he pinched my nipple really hard and at the same time he touched my
butt hole in a very caring way.

I cried out a loud and short "Yes Sir!" as the mixed stimulation of pain and
pleasure was an almost unbearable sensation of sexual bliss.

"First we will have to clean your little boyish vagina out, Eric. We will have
to make you presentable and we wouldn't like to have a little accident, would
we? You understand that, don't you Eric?" He pinched my nipple again and I
realized it was a new signal for me to respond to his demands. "Yes Sir, please
clean me out. I am both very dirty and naughty, Sir."

"Good boy, while I am getting the right gear I want you to clean up the patio
and the kitchen and then you can pour me another glass of wine before you
report back to me. And don't even try to touch your self. If I see you do that
now I promise you that I will take you to a level you are not prepared for yet!
And take off that T-shirt now. I want you totally naked from now on."

I went out to the patio in a new and strange walking style and in every move I
did out there my cock seemed to be in the way. I looked down at my cock and it
was really huge but it wasn't a very comfortable feeling. I gathered all the
stuff and put the chairs in order. This was not the time to act without
thinking I told my self.

In the kitchen I cleaned up the dishes and dried off the sink, the benches and
the stove before I poured John another glass of wine.

With the glass in one hand and his trousers, neatly folded, in the other I went
in to the main bathroom from which I heard his moves.

"Sir, I have done what you asked me to do," I said in rather weak voice before
I repeated my self in a more confident manner, "Sir, all the tasks are
finished, Sir!"

John had put on a pair of beige chinos and he had changed to an Oxford blue
cotton shirt. He looked very powerful.

He took his glass and his trousers and as he thanked me he squeezed my cock
lovingly. I couldn't help letting out a small cry of pain induced horniness but
John took no notice.

"No my little friend, we have to prepare you for your friction training but
first we will have to apply a little make up so you will look inviting and
nice. Get up in the corner of that bench as you were positioned in the kitchen
before." He said as he friendly patted me on my buttock.

The bathroom was truly spacious and luxury with grayish marble floor and walls,
a huge Jacuzzi bathtub, a separate full body massage shower booth, a separate
toilet booth, wall mirrors, soft hidden lights and golden accessories. I
climbed up in the corner of the sink and positioned my self on my knees with my
back fully swayed for total access.

In the mirrors, on both sides, just in front of my face, I could see the whole
setting including my self from two opposite angels and I believe this was the
time when I truly came to love this position as my favorite. It was a great
show off and I realized that I had a strong part of exhibitionism in my
personality. At least when "forced" to show off my private parts.

John held a razor in his hand when walking up behind me. "You don't have much
body hair Eric, but I am nevertheless going to shave you clean. It will make
you feel more like your true mental age and it will also make you remember your
new status around here," he said as he started to shave my buttocks. "I will
not use any shaving foam or water as the skin down here is so sensitive and
easy to cut. Instead I will change the blades often," he explained in a very
warm and caring voice.

Now, this was my type of punishment! The tingling sensation of the cool blades
and his soft hand that worked their way over my buttocks, thighs, calves and
finally through my crack was creating outbursts of pre-cum from my cock. I
could see long strings of the sticky fluid working its way down to the top of
the bench between my legs.

John released the bands around my scrotum, which really was a great relief, and
after he had caressed the skin to get the blood back he shaved my balls in the
same caring manner as before. This treatment was certainly one of my best
experiences ever. He then applied some after shave lotion and the stinging
sensation of the lotion almost made me jump. Now I understood what he meant
when talking about "remembering my new status." It was impossible to think
about anything else than my shaved parts.

John asked me to turn around and lean back while still standing on my knees.
The flow of pre-cum had formed a puddle on the bench and the strings remaining
"splashed" my thighs when I turned toward him.

"But Eric, what have we said about staining your self like that. And you have
stained the bench as well, haven't you? Be a good boy, get down from the bench
and lick it up," he commanded.

This order was humiliating indeed. I took away some stray hairs and started to
suck on the little puddle. It tasted as smooth and clear as Johns did before
but licking my own sexual fluid made me feel like a real pervert. As I
humiliated my self like this John caressed my butt and butt hole and in doing
so he managed to enhance the feeling to a level where I was ready to start
crying. But, but, I by now understood to seek pleasure in exploring the variety
of feelings I didn't even know I housed less than a couple of hours ago.

When ready I looked up into the mirror and saw a pair of tear filled eyes
surrounded by Ferrari red cheeks. John of course noticed my predicament but
stopped me from clearing my eyes with the back of my hand. Except for holding
my arm back he just smiled and nodded for me to climb up back on the bench.

I did so and felt totally exposed but in the back of my head I had a vague but
thrilling feeling from allowing my self of giving up my integrity.

I looked down on my torso, abdomen and swollen cock and saw how John piece by
piece erased all physical signs of my transformation from boy to man. However,
John managed to make it even worse. He highlighted my new adolescence by
thinning my pubic hair to a fur a twelve-year old maybe could have been proud
of. My eyes had by now flown over and tears were dropping from my cheeks to my
breast. Each time John looked deep into my eyes his sight clearly stated who
was in charge of the situation.

After having shaved my armpits he finally released my cock band and that was
really a break I needed. My cock lost its erection for a while but recovered
pretty fast given the circumstances. He shaved the base of my cock but warned
me from loosing my control.

After having lubricated me with the lotion John put the bands back on my
scrotum and cock. By reversing the order he attached the band the restrain on
my organs got increased. So much for that freedom!

He led me to a full wall mirror and asked me to inspect my self and he was
obviously very proud of his accomplishment. He dried my cheeks from remaining
tears and hugged me as he inspected my different shaved body parts. "A much
more suitable body for that soul of yours, don't you agree my little boy?" he
asked.

I answered in a stream of word as if I had become a nervous teenager for real.
John just laughed and said it was time for my enema.

I had never understood the use of enemas other than from obvious medical
reasons. To use it as a cleaning method of course also made sense. What I
hadn't expected was the very strong sense of strange eroticism the usage
created. If I believed I had been totally exposed earlier that evening I
definitely had to do some re-thinking now.

I had to sit on the toilet in a very awkward position in order for John to
insert the nozzle in my butt hole. When looking straight in front of me I saw
my self in the mirror opposite of the booth and what I saw didn't enhance my
integrity.

The flow started and after the initial warm and comfortable feeling I got more
and more tensed in my bowels until it started to hurt pretty bad.

John instructed me how to sit when taking the nozzle out so I wouldn't spray
anything else than the toilet bowl and he also told me to be prepared to hold
my cock down in case I would need to take a pee. He then lighted a cigar,
sipped his wine and watched my ordeals from a safe distance with a smile.

Wow, what a relief! But what an intense and humiliating smell, not even
mentioning the sounds. This type of humiliation was definitely not my first
choice if I ever did have had one. Without having to say it myself John stated
that he would only show me how to administer an enema at this single occasion.
Next time I would have to do it by my own, unless it was part of a punishment
of course. If it had not been for the sounds and the odor it would have been
great having him standing there though.

When I thought it was over a new batch came through with the same force as the
first. John laughed and told me I had to wait for three or four such batches.
This was revolting, humiliating and degrading to the lowest level of human
decency. But I was again grasping the straw of justification by stressing my
self to give up the last shred of dignity in the eyes of another person. Now I
really had to trust the good intentions of this man.

My cock didn't lie about the situation though. The pre-cum flowed over the rim
of my back drawn foreskin as if it was telling me that this was the best thing
that had ever happened. I had to pee, of course, and due to the band it wasn't
a very easy task. My penis had become a stiff spraying nozzle instead of the
regular adjustable hose I was used to. I just couldn't help but spraying a
little at my abdomen and on the floor. Not much, but enough to blow away that
very small mental resistance I had left.

As a matter of fact, if it wouldn't had been for the cock band I would have
jacked off there and then as a sign, or token, of total mental resignation. I
was at the bottom of the human pit and I accepted what a filthy pervert animal
I had become.

After a refill, which was much more comfortable, John told me clean up the mess
I had created after which I would take my knee standing position at the dining
table with my face toward the wall mirror.

When I came out from the bathroom the evening light had faded to the typical
dark bluish tone it has during summer nights this far North. John had made a
fire in the fireplace and sat very relaxed in a reading chair sipping a glass
of Cognac and enjoying the last inch of his cigar. He excused him self for not
having served me a drink but explained that I would easily miss some true
sensations if I was intoxicated by any drugs. "You will get a drink later on my
little friend," he comforted me as he stood up and walked toward the dining
table. He appeared very focused and powerful.

The whole setting would have been perfect for a deep intellectual conversation
about the arts or the major philosophical questions between statesmen or
literary giants. The only really disturbing object in this very classy picture
was the unchaste statue I made at the table.

"So my little friend, are we ready for your friction training now?" John said,
without expecting an answer, as he picked up a box at the "bar disk" between
the dining area and the kitchen. He went behind me and started to caress my
closed shaved behind before he continued in a slow and very distinct manner of
speech.

"It is time to train you to become a really obedient and enjoyable little boy.
Here are the rules Eric: From now on your body and soul are mine. Any
disobedience will be punished, try me if you dare, and the only right you have,
is the right to use your safe word. You are deprived from all other rights or
privileges. A safe word is the only word with which you can make me stop
whatever I am doing with or to you. One single word is what you get. Usually
you would get to choose that word your self but as you are such a little boy I
want your safe word to be your mothers first name. Have you understood and what
is your mothers' first name? It's all your call, Eric!"

I suppressed a strong urge to say my moms' name twice, jump off the table and
run into the woods.

I had heard him, I understood what he had said but I couldn't really grasp the
meaning of it. Our eyes met in some electrifying moments through the mirror.
"Was one single word the only human right I had left and why did he have to
involve my mommy in this game? It still was a game, wasn't it?" I thought as
the beauty of his choice of safe word struck me.

My only lifeline left was to call out for mommy. A very suitable choice for a
little boy in trouble and so marvelously degrading it was. The sexual tension
and anticipation took over as I concluded this was more than a game. "This is
the essence of the universe of Gods and human life and I, only I, have the
power to change the rules back to the more complex situation we refer to as
reality." I thought as I took in the very odd picture I saw through the mirror.
John had taught me more about myself in a couple of hours than anybody else
during my lifetime and the prospect of letting an other person cross the last
frontier of a mans integrity was to thrilling to withstand. Intoxicated from my
decayed sexuality I answered him with a shy and humble smile through the
mirror,

"Yes Sir, I am here to serve you. Please train me to become the best slut boy
with the most enjoyable boy cunt ever, Sir. I understand the rules and my safe
word is "Ingrid"!"


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