BILLY MEETS HIS MASTER by Frank Albertson a story written for Master G on Doug's Den, Boston, Mass. ****************************************************************************** Billy stepped out of the shower and looked at himself in the long bathroom mirror. He liked what he saw. His blond hair was shiny, his blue eyes sparkled, and the muscles of his 5'9" frame were well-defined -- showing his years on the high school swim team. He flashed himself a smile and felt the familiar tension between his legs begin to mount. Billy was always horny, particularly in the locker room. He was always stealing glances at the other guys, and trying to hold back from getting completely stiff and turning red with embarrassment. Despite his horniness and his admitted good looks, he was shy. The girls who were always looking him over intimidated him, and he was afraid to approach the guys. Tonight was a special night for Billy. He had just turned 18, and he was going out on the town to celebrate. He pulled on a tight-as-skin white t- shirt and a pair of levi cut-offs, some tennis, and he was off. Soon he was among the familiar turns and alleys of the "zone". Going from shop to shop with his hard dick showing, he found himself captivated by a collection of leather toys in one of the out-of-the-way shops. There were body harnesses, chains and cuffs, cock and ball harnesses, a variety of tit clamps, and whips. The effect on Billy was immediate and overpowering. His cock grew harder and harder and sweat broke out on his brow. "Like what you see?" The voice startled Billy, and he whirled around to see the store owner staring down at him with a big grin. This was a man in his 40's with strong muscles, and he was modeling some of the shop's wares. The sight made Billy's head swim. "Into leather, kid?" the man asked. "I see you are," he answered himself, as Billy was too tongue-tied to answer. "Gets pretty lonely out there in the suburbs, with no "kindred souls" to talk to and nothing to do but jerk off, hunh?" Billy was freaked out. How could this stranger know more about him than he knew himself? "Well, you don't have to be lonely, you know," the big leather-clad guy continued, as though to himself. "There are lots of other guys just like you around here. You can have your pick, whatever meets your taste. They're all listed on this computer data base, complete with contact numbers. All you have to do is take that little step forward, and turn your fantasies into reality." Billy's heart was pounding as he looked over to the computer monitor and keyboard in the corner of the shop. The guy was motioning for him to come over and check it out, and somehow he didn't dare disobey. He didn't DECIDE to do it, he just FOUND himself there. As he scrolled through the screens, that feeling in the pit of his gut grew tighter and tighter. These were men of all ages and descriptions offering themselves as either the givers or receivers of pain, abuse, humiliation, bondage, and discipline. "23 year old seeks older man for firm guidance and discipline. I need your strong hand, sir.." Billy's cock was rock hard and straining against his cut-offs. And then he saw it: "Master G., 41, seeks young submissive types, 18-28, for discipline and bondage. You will be bound, gagged, and worked over until you can take no more for the enjoyment of myself and my friends. You will put those swim-team muscles to good use, straining against your bonds as I work your cock and balls. Safe sex only, limits expanded. You know you want it. Get off your ass and DO something about it TODAY." A local phone number followed. Billy's saliva stuck in his throat as he asked the store-owner for a pencil and paper. He wrote down the number in a nervous handwriting, and left the shop quickly. As he stepped out into the street, the message from the Master burned in his brain and kept his cock hard as a steel rod. Every telephone booth made his balls jerk. What would he say to this man? Why was he even thinking about such a thing? What was it that made his cock so damned hard at the idea? Billy wandered aimlessly for 2 1/2 hours, unable to tear his mind away from the words he had read. Finally he found himself in a telephone booth, dialing the numbers... "YES...?" said a rough voice from the other end of the phone line. Billy was taken aback. "... unh ... Sir, I got this number from a computer at Jake's Leathers on Washington Street, sir. ... unh ... Did you leave a listing there, sir?" Billy's knees were shaking and he could barely get the words out. "So you think you can handle it, kid?" Billy was at once incredibly relieved and incredibly disturbed that he had reached the right party. "Ever done this sort of thing before, kid?" "No, sir." "How old are you, kid?" "I just turned 18 a day before yesterday, sir!" "You'd better be telling the truth, kid. Describe yourself." "Well, sir, I'm 5'9, I have blond hair, and I was on the swim team, sir. I don't know what else to say, sir." "Well, kid, if you're serious, be in front of North Station at 8 PM next Saturday night, wearing nothing but cut-offs -- no shoes and no t-shirt. Do you have a butt plug?" "No sir," Billy said in astonishment. "Well get one from Jake's, with some lube. He'll fix you up. I want you to wear it all week. That'll make it easier for you. And another thing... Don't play with yourself this week. I like my balls full when I bruise 'em. By the way, what's your name, kid?" "Billy, sir." "Ok, Billy, next Saturday we'll see what you're made of. By the way, you can call me Master G.." ... and with a click, he was gone. Billy was quite confused, and didn't know just what to do. But he found himself wandering back toward Jakes, and he did pick up the butt plug, like Master G had said. Jake also gave him some lube, and told him not to worry, that a whole new world of excitement was about to open for him. Somehow Billy didn't find that very consoling. Throughout the week that followed, Billy could think of nothing except his upcoming encounter with Master G. What had he let himself in for? WHY was he going to do this? WAS he going to do it? The time marched on, slowly and inexorably. He did try out the butt plug as Master G had said, and as the week went by he got hornier and hornier. But he was afraid to touch himself, afraid to violate Master G's explicit order, sensing that somehow inevitably the Master would know.. "This is crazy," he would tell himself, but it made no difference... Finally it was Saturday, and he was slipping out of the house in nothing but cut-offs. It was late May and coolish, and people stared at his bare chest and feet as he waited for the train. Soon he was on it, and then he was at the appointed spot, waiting for his master. The minutes dragged by and Billy got colder and colder and more and more self-conscious, and no sign of Master G. Billy was beginning to be afraid that a cop would come by and ask him what he was doing, and bust him as a hustler, a thought that sent a tingle down his spine and a jolt to his cock.. But just then a black chevy truck swerved to a stop right in front of him, an arm reached out, and grabbed him up into the cab, and he was staring right into the eyes of Master G. He immediately looked down at his feet, his mind reeling at the sight of the man in leather cap, vest and body harness, black chaps and engineers boots. The arms were tattooed and the eyes were hard. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" said Master G, as he grabbed Billy's wrists behind him and snapped on some cuffs, which he secured in a loop for that purpose at the back of the seat. Billy said nothing as the truck pulled out and climbed up onto the expressway.. Master G could see Billy's discomfort as the truck bounced along the expressway, a tense silence filling the cab. When the truck bounced, the cuffs cut into Billy's wrists, causing him to wince and his muscles to stiffen. Billy was deeply conscious of being bound almost naked under the eyes of this powerful man, and his breathing was labored, and his cockhead began to stick out from under the cutoffs. He could do nothing about it with his hands bound behind his back. From time to time Master G leaned over and gave a snap to that cockhead peaking out, causing Billy tense and jerk and jolt. But the cockhead only pushed out further, and began to leak precum juice. Master G also used the opportunity to play with and pinch Billy's sensitive tits while he could do nothing about it. Billy didn't dare say anything, as his anger and excitement built simultaneously. For the entire ride Master G continued toying with Billy in these ways, while saying nothing. And Billy certainly didn't dare to speak. The truck was turning off the expressway now, and moving into a rural, wooded area. Billy could see they were on a dirt road, and his wrists FELT every hole, every gyration. The truck was pulling up to a bungalow, and pulling to a stop. "Well, my tight-assed little boy-toy, we have arrived," said Master G. "It is time for you to show me what you've brought me." And with that he pulled down Billy's fly and practically ripped the cut-offs from his body. Billy's uncut 8" shot up in the air, and Master G gave it a stinging slap on the underside. He cupped Billy's ample balls and said, "we certainly will have fun with these!" Billy was crimson with embarrassment and rage, but his straining rod continued to leak juice. And now Master G had him naked by the wrists and was leading/dragging him into the bungalow, freely slapping his ass when he lagged. They entered through a side door that led directly to a spiral staircase leading downward. The cold stone steps chilled Billy's feet and soon they were in a dark room with black walls, with exotic equipment of all kinds dimly visible. Billy's arms were jerked up behind him and his wrists fastened putting uncomfortable tension on his shoulders. His ankles were now grabbed and pulled apart, and secured to rings in the floor by manacles. Billy was quite helpless and uncomfortable, looking warily at the mean-looking man who had put him in this position. .. to be continued in part 2. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* *** Another file downloaded from the Antares Dawn BBS. *******\|/ Eugene, Oregons new GLB Board *********O- *********|\ (503)-342-5515 300, 1200, 2400 ******* v.42, v.42bis, and MNP-5 *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* .