Neighbor Turns Me Gay PT2
When we get to his car, he stops and opens the trunk. He picks up a leather collar and places it around my throat, fastening it, then I hear a padlock closing. Then he picks up a chain leash and attaches it to my collar. Then he reaches down and starts adjusting my cock. I squirm, my hands still cuffed behind me then realize he has adjusted my cock to where it is hanging below the leg of my cutoffs. Anyone who looks will be able to see it easy. Imagine what I look like in only short cutoffs, white socks and boots.
“I need some cigarettes bitch,” he says looking at a liquor store down the block.
He starts leading me down the street, not many people around and most of them gay or into some kind of weird shit. See them staring at me, some wink, some say things under their breathe and others just stare. He stops by a parking meter and hooks my leash to it. He pushes me back against the meter pole, exposing myself to whoever walks by.
“Don’t move bitch and no talking,” he commands. He goes into store.
I stand terrified. Would like to run but he took my wallet when he cut off my jeans. Thinking about all the pictures of me sucking cock and being covered with cum. Who would ever believe my story. No one, I realize. A couple guys are walking up the street toward me, holding hands. When they get to me, they slow down and look at me. One is older than the other and quite a bit bigger. See them look at my cock, its not very hard and looks rather small.
“I’m glad you don’t have a cock like that Daddy,” the smaller one guy says to the other one.
“I’m sure you are baby,” the older man replies. “I think he is even smaller than you. Its like I’ve always told you baby. If God wanted you to be a real man, he would have given you a man’s cock.”
“Yes Daddy, he really does look like a faggot,” the small man says. “Why is he leashed up like that?” he asks.
“He probably isn’t man enough to take care of himself sweetie, and has to have a man take control of him and tell him what to do,” he answers. “They are the worst kind of faggot, their slutty behavior makes us all look bad.”
“I’m not like that, am I Daddy,” he asks.
“No sweetie, you are a perfect little boy,” he answers as they walk away.
Its so embarrassing to have to stand there and let people look at me like this. And the things they say, if they only knew. I’m no fag I think to myself but think about what has happened tonight, I’m not, am I?
As I stand there, a big black man comes across the street when he sees me. He looks to be in mid 30’s, 6″3″, muscular and very black.
“What do we have here,” he says stopping in front of me. “You looking for a man, boy?”
I don’t answer, Master told me not too talk and I don’t know when he might come out of the store.
“Can’t talk boy?” he asks. “Your Master in the store?”
I nod my head a little.
“You’re a cute little fucker. Bet you can really suck cock, you have that look about you boy,” he says as he stands there staring at me. “You ever suck a black cock? I bet you want to. I love turning little white faggots like you into whores for black cock. Could use a cute boy like you in my stable,” he says, his look, cold and hard.
As he says this, I see you come from the store and walk over to us.
“He yours?” the black man asks.
“Yes, I own him,” Master replies.
“Cute little faggot, I really like little white fuckers like him,” the black man tells you, “nothing like fucking those tight little asses. I bet he is a great fuck.”
“Don’t know yet, just took control of the faggot tonight,” Master answers. “Was just on my way to my house to start his training.”
“He’s fucking cherry, you’re k**ding?” the black man states.
“Yes, pretty sure no cocks have been up his ass, don’t know about toys but really don’t think the boy’s done much,” Master tells him.
“$5000 if you let me bust his cherry,” the black man tell him, “don’t mind if you want to watch. I could break him for you, then you can put him back together however you want, guarantee he will never be the same again. Or, if you are interested in selling him…” He hands Master a business card. “Call me anytime.”
“Your skin would look good against his, wouldn’t it?” Master says, smiling as he takes the card. “I will keep that in mind but first the boy must learn a few things,” he tells him, “and I’m starting that tonight and we must go. Take it easy,’ he says as the two men shake hands.
We walk back to the car and get in he drives off.
“I have a place in the country I want to show you boy,” he tells me as he drives out of town and up a dirt road. He didn’t say anything else until we came upon a stone house. “I only keep the apartment for convenience, this is where I really live.” We pull into his garage and he shuts the door and gets out and comes over to my door.
“Out boy,” he commands.
I can’t believe what is happening. He makes no pretenses of trying to be nice to me at all. I don’t know why I just don’t tell him to fuck off and get the hell out of there. I have no ideas that my will power has been taken by pills he gives me without my knowledge.
I get up and stand next to him. Suddenly he slaps my face hard.
“You do not stand in my house boy without permission, do not forget that,” he tells me in that cold voice.
As I rub my face, I slowly go to my knees then onto my hands as I’m on all fours beside him. Can feel him reach down and grab the leash on my collar and start pulling it as he walks away. I follow along on hands and knees as he makes me crawl fast. The concrete floor is so hard on my knees. I follow him into his house and find relief on soft carpet.
He doesn’t stop but leads me directly to another door. Opening it he tells me to stand. which I do, then he leads me down some steep steps into his basement. He leads me towards the other end of basement, going to a wall but he reaches down and moves a board and a secret door opens. He leads me in and it’s a total dungeon. Have seen a lot of the things in the room when I mess around on internet. There is a leather cover table, a leather padded bench, X-cross against one wall and various other things around the room. Against another way is a small barred cage. Whips, chains and rope is everywhere, the lighting is very subtle.
“Its soundproof too boy,” he tells you watching you looking around the room. He leads me further into the room and stops me in center of room. He takes the leash off.
“Don’t you even fucking think about moving faggot,” he says gruffly.
He go to a table and hits a button and an wooden 2×4 starts lowering from the ceiling, he releases the button as the board get level with my shoulders. At intervals along the 2×4, are leather straps, and he hooks my wrists into the cuffs on the end of the board. I get so scared I start moving around a little.
“Stand still you little fucker,” he growls.
I force myself to stand still as he hooks the other straps around my arms till im bound tightly to the board. Then he brings a leather blindfold over and secures it tightly. The darkness makes the helplessness even worse. I start begging him to let me go, not to hurt me, that I will do as he says, that he doesn’t have to do this to me.
He goes over and presses the button making the board rise lifting me till I’m on my toes and then he stops. I feel him moving something between my legs but I can’t tell what it is. He adjusts it to where if I move a little, I can feel the top of my thighs touching something that feels like wood. He takes off my blindfold and when I look down I see it is a 2×4 lifted high into my crotch with the 2″ side facing up. When I look closer, I see that the top of the 2×4 is covered with sharp pins, sticking up maybe an eighth of an inch out of the board.
“You must learn self control boy,” he says as he moves over in front of me. “You must do things you don’t think you can do. Let me give you an example. A boy could not stay on his toes for long without it being so hard to stay there. But lets say that if the boy doesn’t stay on his toes, he suffers even worse. What do you think the boy would do?” he asks.
I listen but I can’t stop looking down at the pins sticking up toward my balls. The board helps support me, keeping my balls safe from the pins.
SLAP!!!! He slaps my face hard. “I asked you a question boy,” he says staring at me, his eyes cold.
Trying to make sense of what he is telling me but the fear running through my brains makes thinking so hard. As I look down, I tell him, “The boy would stay on his toes Sir.”
“Would he really,” he says as he turns and walks over to the bench. “Let’s see if he would,” he says as he hits the button and the board lowers forcing me to hold all my weight on my toes.
I struggle already as I look down on the board. I watch him move away from the bench and go over to a black leather chair. He takes a beer out of the small refrigerator next to it and takes a drink as he looks over at me.
“You will learn boy that obedience is the only thing that is important,” he says. “That is often taught through severe methods boy but Master knows what is right. You will learn to obey.”
I struggle and feel my toes start to give out making me lower myself some. Suddenly I feel the pins. “OWWWW,” I cry out, not believing how much it hurts. I go back up onto toes again and force myself to hold myself there.
“Yes boy, I know how much they hurt,” he tells me emotionless. “I promise to take you off my horse as soon as you raise both knees to the height of the board at the same time. You will remain there as long as it requires you to follow this command boy.”
i can’t believe that he expects me to do that. It would be unbearable, I think to myself. I keep myself raised as long as I can but can’t help myself and lower enough to hit the pins again and then rise up off them again. They are so sharp.
“Did you like your first cock boy,” he asks me as the sweat runs down my face.
Not wanting to make him any madder and hoping maybe he will take it easy on me I answer, “Yes Sir, I liked sucking it so much, I wish you would let me suck it again now.”
“Think you are going to like being my faggot boy,” he asks.
“Yes Sir, I want to be your faggot, I want to suck your cock. Please let me suck your cock Sir, pplease, please,” I beg of him, tears running down my face.
“The pins want your balls boy,” he tells me, his eeyes staring at me. “They want your balls to suffer for me. They know how much I want to hear your screams,” he says his voice so hypnotic. “It’s getting so hard to stay off them, isn’t it?”
I lean over to look and my cockhead goes low enough to hit the pins. “OWWWWWWWW!!!”
I jerk back quickly.
“Soon you will be riding the horse boy,” he tells me. “You will ride and ride till you understand what obeying is all about. Then you will raise your knees to the board to show your Master that you understand.”
Crying hard as I beg him not to do this to me but he just watches till I can’t help it and my toes give out and I move against the board. SCREAMMMMM!!! I raise myself off, the pain is so intense but I can’t hold myself and move down on the board again. It repeats over and over as I ride the horse. I scream till I’m horse and you just sit there and watch. I lose control and can feel piss running down my legs.
“Ride it boy till you know what you must do for your Master, show your Master you understand,” he says as I ride.
The pain is overwhelming, my head flopping from side to side as I see you stand and come over in front of me.
“Its time now boy, its time for you to show your Master,” he says as he reaches down and stretches my cock out along the length of the board, the pins so close below it. “DO IT FOR YOUR MASTER!!!!” he shouts out as he pushes the length of my cock against the pins.
My eyes roll back in my head as I throw my head back.
“DO IT FAGGOT!!! LIFT YOUR FUCKING KNEES HIGH!!!” he commands.
My head back, totally overcome by the pain, I force my knees high. My balls pressed hard into the pins and the pain overwhelms me and I pass out.