Whipjunx

To Become a Slaveboy

The Boy

I was just 13 when puberty hit me. And it hit me hard. At school they told us about puberty, about the changes of our body. But it was all theory, all biology. They did not tell us about the feelings. That you are always horny. That your willie gets always hard when you don't want it. in the locker room, for example. With all the other boys when they change and when I saw their naked chests, their naked backs and tummies, lean and, those who did a lot of sports. ripped and muscular. Like Mike who used to be my best friend, but now he was hanging around together with some girls, always giggling. I wanted to be with Mike but not with the girls. They made me uneasy and I had nothing to say to them. Frankly, they didn't interest me at all and when Mike was with them and giggled, I got that nasty feeling in the stomach. It cramped and something stabbed my heart.

So I got lonely, hiding my true feelings. After all I didm't want to be the fag boy of the whole school bullied by everyone. I had discovered the joys of jacking off and when I did it I thought of Mike or of the other boys, naked. Or I had these strange and disturbing fantasies. There was an old movie with pirates and they flogged a young sailor, a real brutal whipping. My prick was hard as a rock and when I jacked off I imagined me being the young sailor boy who was whipped. My fantasies became stronger and more disturbing: me, being in a medieval torture chamber on a rack. Or on a cross, suffering, in pain. Or just kidnapped an abused by brutal and sadistic men. I tried to tie me up, or to beat myself with my belt or with a cable, and first I enjoyed the pain, but soon I got frustrated. Any time I could free myself or stop the whipping.

I discovered the internet. Both my parents worked until late in the evening and didn't care. I was alone at home. Alone with my computer. Alone with the pictures of boys and men doing it, fucking and sucking. I got lost in a world of porn. Gay porn. And there was al lot of free porn. I fingered my ass and experimented with a candle and carrots shoving them in my asshole. I began chatting and turned my cam on, showing my naked body and my horny prick to some dirty old strangers.

The Master

The advantages of the internet are that you can be easily member of a community, even a dark one. You share pictures, information and a lot of other stuff. Of course you have to take the proper precautions. The disadvantage is that it is difficult to meet someone personally. Mostly, you are not living in the same city or even in the same country as the person you are interested in. Some buddy on the net told me about that horny boy who showed everything and who happened to live in the same city as myself. Lucky me!

I met the boy in some video chat. I sent some nice boy pictures and I got his attention. Unlike other boys he was not shy, not at all. He stripped when I told him to, he showed his pretty ass, shoved a pencil in and jacked off. I knew at once this boy was ripe and needed something special. I knew it when I looked into his hungry, babyblue puppy eyes. He was an average teen, looking so young, cute in some way, but not super cute as some other boys, with dark blond short hair, a slightly curved nose and full red lips which he licked in anticipation of sucking a dick. His body was lean, a bit tall for his age, no baby fat, not muscular either, but puffy pink nipples, and a nice boy prick with some hair around it, a nice fuckable peace of boyflesh. He was super horny, I saw it, and he had obviously a submissive side. I made an experiment and ordered him to call me master what he eagerly did. I showed him some pictures of my former boys being tied up and he wanted more. He told me of his fantasies and I showed him more, some torturing, whipping and boys on the cross. He wanked furiously. Finally I got his name. His name was Tom. I asked him to meet with me and he agreed.

The Boy

There I was in front of that Burger King near the station and I waited. Boy, that was totally crazy! First rule: Never, ever, tell a stranger on the internet your name. Under no circumstances meet alone with someone from the internet you do not know. I did both.

But it was a fake. i knew it. I was waiting now for an hour and no one has come. I was standing in the hot sun alone. Some dirty pedophile had been shitting me. Very funny! Super! I fetched a ciggy out of the pockets of my jacket, looked around and lighted it. I inhaled deeply and the sharp smoke filled my lungs and left me dizzy. I don't know why I had started. Perhaps because it was forbidden and something for big boys. It made me horny and I grabbed my crotch. No one noticed I thought.

The Master

That bastard! There he was, smoking and fumbling his pecker, openly. He definitely needed a good beating and a firm hand! He was not as tall as I thought. Perhaps 1.60 m [5'3"]. For sure he had grown much lately. He wore jeans shorts which looked a bit too short and a blue tanktop. Yes, he was cute, like any boy this age. I had been waiting long enough. One can never be too careful but now I was pretty sure that it was no setup. I approached him from behind and with a firm grip I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Aren't you a bit young to smoke in public, Tom?"

He spun around and stared at me.

"I think we had an appointment." He grinned nervously.

"Come with me," I said and turned. I was sure he followed me. So he did. He hesitated a moment when we reached my car. "Last chance of getting out," I said.

He shook his head and climbed in. I drove, he said nothing.

I patted his leg, he got tense. I came to his crotch, he had definitely a boner. "Are you afraid, Tommy?" He shook his head.

I laughed. "Of course you are. You should be. Why did you come? You were not shy on the cam, why are you now? Say something!"

"I don't know," he mumbled.

He stayed silent. Perhaps it was not such a bright idea to bring such a young boy to my home. Perhaps he was not ready. Only a dreamer. I got a little angry. He deserved a good whipping for sure.

We reached my house. I opened the garage with the remote control. The neighborhood was not nosy, on the contrary, but it was not necessary to be seen together with a young boy. We drove in. He climbed out and followed me to the living room. He stared at the picture which showed a young and naked Saint Sebastian, a real boygod, tied to a tree.

"You like it?"

He nodded. I turned to him and slapped him in the face. "Get out," I shouted. "You are wasting my time, you little perv."

He stared at me, his puppy eyes filled with tears. "No, please," he whimpered, "I didn't mean to… I was…"

"You worthless shit, get out."

"Please, I am sorry, I didm't know, how to… this is all so real…I am not…Yes, I am scared." Now he was almost crying. For a moment he was silent. "What will you do to me?"

"Nothing, you are leaving."

"No, I mean, please!" He sobbed.

I sighed. Boys Those feelings! To be young again! "Okay. You know what I am going to do. I will fulfill your fantasies. I will whip your nice little body, I will torture you in some manner you can't even imagine. You will scream in pain till you get hoarse or pass out. I will piss on you, fuck you, you will be my sextoy, my slave. I know this is what you really want. You will be lost in lust. It will be your final adventure. And now make up your mind. You are no little boy any more. If you want to be."

The Boy

I was so confused. I touched my face where he slapped me. It burned. What he said made me horny as hell. But I was so scared. After all I was still a little boy, wash't I? I looked to him. He was so strong, so powerful. His broad shoulders, his muscles under his tight T-Shirt, no fat, I was sure of, his gentle face with three-day beard, his short blond hair. He looked so manly. Not an ugly old perv but a real good looking man. I wanted to be with him! I could't help. I sobbed like a baby. Oh man, I was such a fucking idiot. He turned to me and put an arm around me. I was melting away. Yes, he was right. I wanted it badly. "I like to stay," I said. "Please."

"Please, what?"

I let myself go. "Please, master," I whispered.

He ruffled my hair. "Okay, we will try it. You will always address me as master or sir! You will speak when I speak to you, but only then. is that understood, boy?"

"Yes, master."

"Let's hope so. Now, strip! "

Now it started. This was reality. I peeled of my shirt. My trainers followed. I unbuttoned my shorts and hesitated for am moment. i had no briefs on. It was so horny to rub my willie against the rough denim that I often spared the briefs.

"Go on, boy, what are you waiting for."

What the hell! I had to get naked anyway and dropped my shorts. My boner was freed and sprung to attention. Here I was, a young boy of 13 years, completely naked in front of a total stranger. It was completely nuts. I was horny as hell.

The Master

I whistled. "No briefs. You little horndog!"

The boy grinned.

"Okay, boy. Attention! That means, you spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Do it!"

The boy obeyed. I slid my hands over his firm teenage body, felt the warmth of his skin, his rips, the two globes of his ass. The boy moaned. I stroked his boycock, just a little. Precum came. I stopped and squeezed his marbles. The boy winced, but said nothing. "Good boy!" Now it was time for some action. I fetched some leather cuffs and a collar. I put the collar around his neck. "Stretch your hands out, boy!" I fastened the leather cuffs around his wrists and gave him the other two cuffs. "Those are for your ankles, do it yourself." The boy did it. The cuffs fitted nicely. I locked the wrist cuffs together behind his back. "Bend over, Boy!"

I fingered his asshole, till tight, and fetched a medium sized butt plug. I lubed it and shoved it slowly into his hole. The boy stumbled. "Easy, boy! Stay firm. You need something to loosen up you boypussy for some real man meat." He shuddered. Now he was mine! I fastened a leash to his collar and dragged him with me to the basement, to my private dungeon.

The Boy

The master opened a secret door in the basement and now we stood in his dungeon. I could't help. "Wow," I whispered. Everything I had been dreaming of. The heavy bricks were painted black, on one wall was a large mirror. There were a rack, an old cartwheel, chains dangling from the ceiling, an x-shaped st. andrews cross. On the rear wall leaned a T -Cross. All sorts of whips hung from the wall and thre were shelfs with dildos, iron chains and other item of which I had not the faintest idea what they are meant for. The master led me to a small cell and two cages in the corner.

"Sometimes I keep my boys here, in the dungeon."

I gulped. Was this my fate, too?

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "Not so fast, boy. First, you have to prove yourself." He led me to the chains in the middle of the dungeon, unlocked my wrists and fastened the cuffs to the chains. "Spread your legs, boy!" He locked the ankle cuffs to rings on the floor. The chains rattled and my arms were pulled over my head to the ceiling until I stood only on tiptoes. It was hot in the dungeon and a fine film of sweat appeared on my spreadeagled body. The cuffs dig into my wrists, but I was horny as hell seeing myself in the mirror. My boycock was so hard, clinging to my tummy. The master fondled it and I pushed forward. "No, no, boy. You need your strength for the whipping," the master laughed. "I think, you deserve your punishment now."

"Yes, master," I whispered. "I am such a naughty boy. Please, whip me really hard." This was what I always dreamt of: naked, helpless in a dungeon, about to be tortured.

The master showed me a cruel looking whip with six heavy ropes. Sharp metal plates were woven into the ropes and glistened in the dungeon light. He slid it over my chest. "This can shred a boy's skin to peaces," he said. "But for the start we use something other, I guess. The classic one for naughty cadets, a nice cat." He fetched another whip, with nine leather tails. "We start with 20 blows. I hope you can stand it. You will count every stroke, saying 'One, Sir, thank you sir'. This will help you focus. Prepare yourself."

Can you really be prepared for the whip? For the burning pain, which floods through every nerve of your body? I heard a whooshing sound and then it hit my back, curling round my side, biting in my soft boy flesh. Like a knife, cutting, slicing me. I gasped for air.

"One, Sir, thank you sir," I managed to scream.

Whack!

"Two, Sir, thank you, Sir!"

Whack!

"Three, Sir, thank you, Sir!" I clenched my muscles, but there was no escape. Another blow.

"Four, Sir, thankyou, Sir."

He methodically worked my back from shoulder to my ass. After the tenth blow he changed position to the other side. I screamed at the top of my lungs. But I was determined not to give up. Red Stars danced before my eyes. Finally it was over.

"Twenty, Sir, thank you sir," I yelled. My voice was hoarse, tears running down my face. I hung limp in the chains.

He lifted my head and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue probing mine. "Not bad for a boy your age," he said and I felt pride. He stroked my chest and my ribcage. "What's about with some for the road on your chest?"

I whimpered. I could't stand any more, but I whispered: "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!." Another sharp blow hit me on my chest. I saw the nine red welts forming on my body. Whack! Whack! Whack! I lost trace. Then he stopped, ruffled my sweaty hair and stroked my rockhard cock. The tingly feeling, the warmth from my crotch, my stomach, mixed with the searing pain of my body. I yelled but for pleasure, I buckled forwards, and then it came.: the most intense and powerful orgasm I ever experienced in my young life. I shot my clear liquid into the hands of my master, I don't now, how many shots.

"Good boy," he said, "I knew this is what you are really meant for" and smeared the clear boycum on my face.

The chains rattled and I sunk to earth, all wobbly: I kneeled in front of my master, my arms sill over my head, hold by the chains. "Now, its your turn, boy," he told me and unzipped his jeans. He revealed his massive cock and slammed it in my face. "Open your mouth, boy, and I want no teeth." Obediently, I opened my mouth. At first it felt beasty, but soon I got overwhelmed by his manly scent and licked his knob. He drove it into my mouth to my throat. I gagged. "Keep breathing, brat, through your nose." Somehow I managed. "Suck it, my little fucktoy, suck it good," he grunted. "Keep going, here it comes. Swallow all of your master's juice." His dick pulsated and then he shot his load right down my throat. I gulped but it was too much, cum dribbled out of my mouth. "You filthy brat, what did i tell you?," he yelled and hit me hard with the whip on my back. I screamed in agony.

He loosened the chains and I sank to the floor.

"Some relief, huh?" He started pissing over my face and my sore body. I started pissing myself. "You filthy bastard," he laughed. "Time for another round." He dragged me over the floor to the cross. He stretched my arms out and locked the cuffs to the beam. He fastened the ankle cuffs that my legs were slightly bent. Then he lifted the cross.

The Master

There is nothing like the view of a naked boy being crucified. How they struggle to get some relief, trying to lift their bodies up, every muscle working, shining with sweat, till the cramps kick in and they sink down again, catching for breath, the tummy sucked in, the small ribcage coming out and again they try to lift up, each time shorter until they are hanging by their wrists only, too groggy, the head dangling from side to side, the pain unbearable, but they are to week to cry, just a whimper. Even the strongest boys are broken by this ultimate tool of torture. This one made no exception. He was still weak from the whipping and soon he was to weak to fight the cross anymore. Soon his body hung limp. I let him hanging on the cross and he almost fainted. Well, after all, it was his first time and he was doing well. I was proud of him. He would become a fine slaveboy.

After 40 minutes I let him down, dragged his body to the horse, cuffed him to the legs and gave him ten of the best with the cane on his ass. He had enough strength left to scream in agony. I shoved the butt plug out and rammed my cock in his ass. He buckled and howled but soon there was only a steady whimpering and moaning. His prick became once again stiff. I fucked him mercilessly and when I filled him with my seed he cried, but this time not in agony but of joy, His body was shaken by his powerful orgasm. Ah, to be young again!

The Boy

There was nothing but the pain of my body mixed with the ultimate lust. All thoughts wiped out, nothing to think or to worry about. My body layed on the horse and I was diving in the most intense feelings I ever had. I was pure body, nothing else. After an endless time my master uncuffed me and carried me to the shower. The warm water splashed over my abused body and gradually life started again. My master lifted me up and led me to a sofa to rest on my tummy. He rubbed some cooling lotion on my sore back and the pain decreased. We were cuddling naked on the sofa, I felt so safe in his strong arms. I played with his dick and he gently caressed me. "That's my boy," he said. "You done well for the first time, I am very proud of you, my little cutie." I blushed. "Now you have experienced your true feelings, I am sure of it."

"Yes, master," I whispered. "Can we do it again?"

He laughed. "Not shy anymore, huh? But there is a lot of work to do for you, a lot of pain and training. I want my boys strong, so you have to train hard, if you want to be my slaveboy. I will abuse you and torture you in every way, and you have to sell your little body for me, as a horny rent boy. What do you say?" He smiled and I melted away.

"Yes, master, I will."

So it started.