Harald M, my neighbour

Alone at last I thought, what was I to do? I tried to catch glimpses of him nude, but no luck, but then I found links to gay sites on his computer, and read some of them, just regular, no sm or bondage sites. Still this was so good. One day he asked me "Have you been using the computer browsing internet?" "Yes", I answered nervously. "So you're a gay then, into kinky stuff?" "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again I said, please don't tell my parents."

He told me to get undressed and lay over his knees, and said a naughty boy had to get punished, so Harald started spanking me with his hand, real good, only paused to have a smoke. He spanked me one hour, and I was hurting so, regretting all my fantasies about this, this was not for me (but after he finished I had got used to it, and almost asked for more). That night I slept with my end facing the ceiling.

He fucked me alot and he had a 9 inch cock, that I love to suck and drink from, it always hurts when he fucks me, because of my small butt, but it always feels good nowing he takes pleasure in it, my pain is his gain.

A couple of days later he asked if I was serious about sm and thats stuff, I said yes. He then asked me to be his slave for life, promising to never leave him, like his wife had did. I promised, at last my dream came true. I then moved in to his bedroom, finished high school and made an excuse to my parents about staying, because of a job, stayed home and kept his house tidy and clean, cooked and served him. I loved giving him footmassages after dinner, and he liked me, after a while he asked me to enter partnership with him, (we live in Norway and gay people can register and marry eachother in town hall so we got "married".)

One night he tied me down good, my stomack facing down, legs and arms in cross, and then told me he was going to brand me, with his initials HM, on my left chin he branded me, it was painful, but after he cuddled me and comforted me, telling me he loved me more no that I was branded and had his initials on me.

The usual punishment I endured was cigarette burning, wax from candles, spanking, cbt, wet and humiliations. I got used to this and my Master did out of love, and he did love me like a boyfriend, and I loved him like a boyfriend, father, teacher and mentor. He was everything to me. I wanted to satisfie him in every possible way, but felt that my own needs got in the way for that. He noticed something bothering me and asked if I was unhappy, I said no, but I felt like I was not giving him enough satisfaction and that I was thinking of my own satisfaction, and this really made me feel bad. He understood and I lay hin his arms that night feeling happy because I could tell my Master everything.

The next day he told me he had a solution, and I asked what it was, he wouldn't tell me yet but asked me to get undressed, I did and he asked me to go to the bedroom downstairs which had been turned into a dungeon. I did and I sat on the floor waiting for him, he came, ordered me to lay on the bed, he tied me down really good, better than anytime before he had punished me. I couldn't move an inch.Then he shaved me, he does that daily, but this time he did it extra good and I was smooth as I'd never been before. Then he tied something around my balls, I didn't know what it was, but it hurt and it was turning my balls purple, he left and I got afraid and called after him, he came and said he was waiting for a visitor, and not to worry, I asked when he was going to remove that thing from my balls, he gave me smile and said soon, my love, soon.

He left and told me to wait, I must have dozed off, I awoke seeing my balls black, and got very afraid and cried, Harald came in, and called for someone else, a man came in carrying a suitcase, he looked at my balls and said yes this are dead. I started to cry, but Harald said he'd done it so I shouldn't think of my own needs anymore, I still cried and said I didn't want this, he just smiled and said I would get used to it, afterall he owned me and my balls were dead anyway, he held my hand while the man whose name were Jan, started to cut in my sack, he took out the balls cut the cords, then he cut my sack. While seeing this I became grateful to Harald for doing this to me, I loved him more, I said this and he kissed me. Then he said ti Jan to cut away the dick as well, and place the peehole closer to the shithole, I asked why, and he said he'd thought about this since the day I became his, and that I would probably feel better without a cock and balls, and then I had confessed to him my bad feeling the night before, he'd decided that it was the best thing to do. So my dick was cut. I healed nicely.

I became happier now, more relaxed and liked cuddling in his arms, he stopped punishing me got rid of the dungeon, and now we live like a married couple, and we love eachother so much. We always go on holidays, and he he takes good care of me, and well occasionally we go back to the Master slave thing, I like laying over his knees and he spanks me with his hand, after that he burns my skin with a cigarette, where my cock used to be and I smile at him. This is my life and I couldn't have a better one.

Harald still owns me and I love that feeling because he cares for me, this wonderful man loves me! and I love him.

This story is dedicated to him, and I wrote it to show him that I love him, tonight he is coming home early and we're going to sit in front of the fireplace naked and kiss and cuddle, I love that...