Nude, blindfolded, and gagged, I stood in the shower stall with my hands chained up over my head. I felt helpless and vulnerable. while a nozzle sprayed warm water over me, I was being shaved from the neck down with a straight razor. The man shaving me was someone I'd met only minutes before and someone I'd seen for only a few seconds before I had been restrained, blindfolded and led away to where I was now.

Everything had happened so fast and so unexpectedly that I was still dazed. Amost immediately after I had been led into a dingy anteroom off a warehouse alley, a metal door to our left opened and a stout, swarthy man appeared. He was Mexican. The man had closely cropped grizzled hair, a short moustache, and a weathered face. He might have been 60. He strode toward me all the time staring at my face as he advanced. The Mexican's dangerous, threatening manner made me gasp. I stood frozen before him.

"This my Carlos," Eric said. Then he and the Black man each grabbed one of my forearms, pulled my arms behind my back, and quickly handcuffed my wrists.

As this happened, Carlos came up to me and put a black blindfold over my eyes. Eric's hand pinched my nostrils. When I opened my mouth to breathe, I was gagged with a penis gag that was strapped behind my head. The gag filled my mouth and depressed my tongue. Before I could even react or think, my belt was pulled out of it's loops, my jeans were unzipped, and they were pulled down to my ankles.

The Black man wrapped the belt around my neck, Carlos grabbed the endand he pulled me forward.

"Vayamos," Carlos ordered and I shuffled along as he pulled. It all happened in seconds.

Carlos led me to the right and through another metal door. Beyond the door, he stopped me on the landing and removed the belt from my neck. With a clatter Carlos dropped the belt on the cement then pushed it aside with his foot.

"Ahora eres el mio," he said while forcing me roughly against a wall.

At the same time his left hand reached behind me and grabbed my left arm. At the same time, too, his face was against the side of my face and I felt his breath at my ear.

"Do you know what this is amigo?" he said as a sharp point poked my neck and caused me to jerk my head back. My heart immediately raced and I felt faint. Carlos was threatening me with a knife. Was he going to kill me right then and there?

"Don't cut me," I prayed, but gagged I couldn't answer. With the knife tip at my throat I couldn't nod either.

"You do what I say, comprende?" Carlos demanded forcefully while applying more pressure with the knife. That pushed my neck back farther. When it seemed like I couldn't arch my head awway anY farther, he stopped and said, "You want me to slit your throat? No? Then don't make Carlos angry. Comprende?

Carlos pulled the knife away. I quickly nodded my head "Yes" and grunted out the word as best I could. I was panting and shaking from fear and I would have thrown up or shit my underpants if I'd had anything much in me.

With my jeans around my ankles I had to descend a step at a time. That way we slowly made our way downstairs. Carlos, who went first, backed down while holding my throat tightly in his right had.

"Hey, you are a pretty one," Carlos said, "Too bad you aren't a muchacha. Tengo gusto de muchachas."

Except for a few words, like muchacha, I didn't know any Spanish. That Carlos should say, "Too bad you aren't a girl," didn't surprise me. I had heard that Mexican men liked blonde girls and, with my clothes on, I could be mistaken for a girl. It had happened many times before. In fact that played a large part in geting me to where I was now. Here's how it happened.

I had a small frame and an androgynous build. I had soft features, no muscular development, and I had so little facial hair that I rarely needed to shave. "Aren't you ever going to go through puberty?" someone remarked but maybe I was just a very girlish boy because I was a boy where it counted. Like a girl I had high cheekbones and a V shaped lower face. Curly, shoulder length blonde hair added a lot to my image, too. Because I liked acting and because I was androgynous, passing as a girl was one role I could play well. I'd practiced girlish mannerisms, I could dress attractively, and I learned coquetry. I liked coming on to men and I liked leading them along. Exciting a man's interest, being chased, and feeling like the prey, turned me on. My sexual fantasies were all about being seduced or taken captive and submitting. When I played the coy gamine, I had no end of male suitors of all ages. I went out with some but I never let any men play with me. A goodnight kiss was as far as I went.

When one of my dates took me to a party at David's house that all changed. "Do you want to see something kinky," my date had said after we'd been there a while. Of course I did. Drinks in hand, down the basement stairs we went and along a short hall to an open door. In the middle of a storage room there was a nude college boy on his knees. He was blindfolded and collared. A silvered chain led from his collar to an older man who was standing. The two, dom and sub, were the only ones in the room. I could tell from empty glasses, though, that others had been there. The show was almost over but as it turned out I'd arrived in time for the best part.

I didn't know it then but the man standing was my destiny. He was in his late 20s, hand- some and alluring, and he was the sexiest man I'd seen who wasn't in the movies. I melted. While my date drank his drink and mine and then left to get another, David, the dom, played with his submissive. I was fascinated. As the collge boy licked David's boots, David looked at me and held my gaze. My eyes, my body, with an extra second looking at my crotch, and my eyes again: He was interested. I sure was, too, and suddenly the urge to be taken overwhelmed me. David sensed it. Leaving his young man on the floor with his face down, ass up, and the leash dropped on the floor by is sub's head, David came over to me. I'm sure he knew right away that I wasn't a girl even though no one else, my missing date that night included, had figured it out. I put my hands behind my back, smiled submissively, and turned my head slightly as David approached.

"Do you like to watch submissive boys perform?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered softly.

"It's exciting when someone gives himself to a stronger man, isn't it?" He had my interests pegged right away.

My head was still turned away but I nodded "yes".

David moved to where he was slightly touching me. His left hand went under my curly hair to the back of my neck. I didn't move as he held me and, when he massaged my neck, I closed my eyes.

"Domination is more exciting for the sub than it is for the person topping him or for the one watching, isn't it?"

I nodded again.

He paused and I stood there paralyzed by anticipation.

David continued looking down at me, "I like boys and I like submisive boys who want to be dominated an..." he paused a second, "I think you're a boy who likes men and you want me?"

I nodded my head.

He started to say more but I'd already melted. Turning slightly toward him, I rubbed my right hand against his crotch. As David's right hand moved toward me I took his wrist and put his hand between my legs. I was erect and he could feel it.

"I'm a boy," I whispered, "And I want you. I'll do what you want me to do."

David was an artful seducer, you can say that much for him. I'd been come on to by a lot attractive guys but no one had ever got to me yet anywhere like he did and certainly not in less than a minute.

When my date came back eventually, I was gone. David had taken me to an adjoining room, tied my hands behind my back, hobbled my legs, and said he'd be back in a few minutes.

"I have to finish with (I forget his name )," David said.

He left the door ajar so I could listen. About the time David sent the nude boy out the door with his clothes, my date came back. He sounded a little tipsy.

"She left with somebody else," I heard David tell him and then David came back to get me.

David was the first lover I'd ever had, male or female. He liked his boys eager, unsophisticated, and eye catching and I was all three. Mostly it was bondage, cock sucking, and fucking, that he enjoyed. David fucked me and I sucked him; he demanded and I complied.

One Friday, three weeks after David overwhelmed me, he said that part of my training would include my being loaned to his friends. I was stunned but, as David told me that's what he wanted, I agreed to it.

That's how I met Eric. Eric was the first man David gave me to and, as it turned out, the last one. I went with Eric that very Friday for the weekend and that weekend became the turning point of my life.

David, unknown to me, was very promiscuous and had other boys all the time he had me. Sure there were hints of the others but I ignored them because I loved him - that is until I found out. That wasn't what broke my heart, though. I guess when it comes down to it, I didn't like what I was - David's come-when-I-call boy who was supposed to suck him, get fucked by him, and be tied up when he wanted me and to be loyal to only him as well. With David it was just bodies, nothing else. Sure I wanted that but I wanted my sex with spice and imagination too, and David couldn't satisfy that yearning.

Mostly I wanted to be a pretty boy like I had been before I met David. I wanted to be mistaken for a girl and to flirt. I wanted to be a cock tease. I wanted to gloat over my male conquests. But I wanted to grovel, too. Like I said, my fantasies were that of the prey. After I was chased and captured, not by one of my dates, but by a man I wanted to catch me, I wanted a collar and my master's brand or tattoo on my ass. So the man of my dreams could lead me around or tether me, I wanted a ring through my perineum with a disc attached with his name on it. That way when my master fucked me on my back or on my belly he could see his tag and that I was his.

That's where Eric came in. He wasn't the Nordic god I'd imagined when I first heard his name. Instead Eric was old enough to be David's father and not very handsome. He had grey hair and a receeding hairline. With just a little better than average build, I guess you'd have to say that Eric was mostly ordinary. He dressed well but unexceptionally. When I was trolling for suitors, Eric was a man I wouldn't have gone out with if he'd asked me. When I met him, I thought Eric was just another older middle class type pervert whose only interests were business, money, golf, and young boys. I got the young boys part right but after a while I realized that, in his way, Eric was far sexier than David - not with his body but with his mind! Like they say, the sexiest part of the body is the brain.

As I wrote, the whole thing about Eric came up out of the blue. Late one Friday afternoon, after David had gotten horny and called me down to his office, I was bent over an ottoman with my hands tied behind my back. My long, curly hair was hanging in front of my face. Nude and lubed, I was waiting to be holed by David's cock.

"By the way," David said as he walked around me stroking hmself, "I'm giving you to one of my friends tonight. I told you I was going to do it now and then - remember? You'll come home with me after work. You'll meet him there. His name's Eric. He'll take you for the weekend. What he wants, you'll do. He's a close friend of mine and, as I owe him a big favor, I expect you'll try hard to please him. OK?"

I got it. As I was still on cloud nine over David, I agreed, but only for him. However, I immediately felt depressed knowing someone else would be using me. Remember, David was the only lover I'd ever had. He took my cherry, I kept my mouth and my ass for him alone, and his cum was the only cum I'd ever had in my ass and the only cum I'd ever swallowed. Now - well, it was like I was going to be defiled by this Eric friend of his which meant that maybe I wouldn't be so interesting to David anymore. I shouldn't have let myself get so worked up though. It spoiled being mounted. However, as I found out that evening, there was good reason to fret. David's wandering cock had lost interest in me because he'd found some fresh meat to feast on.

Eric and David's new twink showed up at David's house at about the same time. David introduced me to Eric then played up to the twink when he arrived moments later. That's when it hit me. All the hints and signs of the last week suddenly formed a picture... and I wasn't in it. David had found someone else and he didn't want me. I was stunned and speechless. As I stood there I must have looked like a dazed deer caught in the headlights. What's more, when I most needed a chance to talk and some assurances, I was ignored by all. First, Eric, who had something else to do, went to David's den. Then David, flaunting his new conquest, took twink to the upstairs bedroom. I was left alone in the living room.

Five minutes later Eric and David returned together. David turned off the lights when they came in. Now it was David, Eric, and me in the living room with only the moon and city lights for illumination. David walked around behind me, grabbed my wrists with his hands, and pulled my arms back. I usually liked when he held me like that but this time I resented it. I didn't want to be put on display for someone I didn't want anything to do with. But, being the smallest and the weakest and being outnumbered, I couldn't pull away and leave. Eric moved in front of me until he was just a foot away while I just stood there trying to disassociate my thoughts from what was happening. Images of David were what was going hrough my mind. Instead of looking at Eric, I turned my head and looked out the window so I could think better. In the dark sky there were the winking lights of a plane flying above the city. The plane was leaving and I wished I were on it.

Eric spoke first and brought me back to the present. He sounded like he was telling me he was borrowing a car. "David's giving you to me for the weekend. We'll leave in a few minutes. I'll bring you back Sunday." Then his tone changed and became more serious. "Before I take you, though, you're going to wear my collar, a chain, and my rings."

That caught my attention and I turned back to look at him. "You're not very handsome," I thought, "Not like David."

I didn't like Eric, I didn't want to go with him, and I was on the verge of crying. I slouched and looked at the floor.

From his sport coat pocket, Eric brought out a thin, round, metal collar. After telling me to raise my chin, Eric showed me the collar, opened it, then put it around my neck. He locked it with a small padlock. I didn't have to look at him so I closed my eyes while he was doing that. Eric turned the collar so the padlock was at the back of my neck. There it was hidden by my long hair and my shirt. Next Eric pulled my shirt out of my pants, rolled up my shirt, and told me to hold the front between my teeth. Moving behind me, Eric reached up under the flap of the shirt and connected a chain to the padlock. When he let go of it, the cold chain hung all the way down my back. Reaching around in front of me, Eric unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. They fell to the floor. Eric pushed my underpants halfway down my thighs and the chain slipped into my crack as my pants went down.

"Bend over at the waist," Eric said.

David pulled my wrists up and I bent over. The chain slid in farther.

"Legs apart," was the next order and I moved as much as my pants would let me.

I heard Eric putting on a plastic glove, there was the crack of a tube top opening, and I heard a squish. It was lube. My ass was going to be prepared. I just hoped that whatever was going in me would be greased too. I didn't feel very receptive.

"Open yourself," Eric ordered.

David let go of my hands and I pulled my ass cheeks apart. Now I could feel the chain deep in my crack and touching the back of my scrotum.

Ordinarily I could have taken a small round butt plug easily but I was nervous and tense. The chain, until David picked it up and piled it on my back, was bothering me, too. All that made my asshole tight. However Eric was persistent and, despite my lack of help, he soon had the plug inside me. There was some fiddling with the chain while I was bent over and I could tell that Eric had passed it through a loop at the back of the butt plug. Now I was ready for the last part. David pulled me up straight and Eric went around in front of me. While I watched wide-eyed, Eric put a thin, black, leather strap under my balls and wrapped it above the base of my cock. Then, as the chain bifurcated near my balls, its two ends - they were short chain lengths - were attached to the cock and ball strap. One end went through the leather loop and was held on the left of the strap while the other cord end was padlocked to the strap on the right. Now, as Eric had promised, I was collared, chained, and ringed. I was plugged, too - an extra humiliation that he hadn't mentioned. Since collar, chains, plug, and rings were locked in place and since surely Eric had the key, I was his. Now I had to go with him, like it or not.

"Straighten up," Eric said.

I did.

"Are the chains too tight?" he asked

I shook my head "no".

"Pull up your pants," he said.

I did, Eric said goodbye to David, and we left. David didn't speak and he didn't even look at me.

Eric had a great big black car and he put me in the front seat. As we drove, he didn't say a word. I didn't say anything either. I was lost in my depressing thoughts so I sure didn't want to talk with Eric. Even feeling bad was better than that. We drove to the edge of an industrial area then through a gate that opened automatically for his car. It looked like there were old business buildings on one side and warehouses on the other. From the gate it was about a block to a spot where Eric parked his black car behind a building. Without a word he got out and opened the door for me. We went through a back door and everything changed big time. From a dirty alleyway We'd walked into an elegant restuarant.

"We're going to have dinner," Eric said.

From what I saw of it, the restaurant was small and classy. A uniformed waiter seated us where Eric requested and Eric and I were pretty much alone from then on. Besides the waiter, I saw only one other couple, two women, who walked past our table. Eric sat across from me. It wasn't until after we'd ordered that he started to talk. I expected Eric to go on about himself - you know, how important he was, how much money he had, et cetera, and I expected him to tell me what he wanted to do to me. But Eric didn't say one word about himself. Instead there were mostly questions and all the talk was about me. David never did that and neither did any of my dates. For them, it was all yak, yak, yak about themselves and what they wanted and nothing more.

"How long have you known David?" Eric began with a something he thought I'd like to talk about.

"Three weeks."

"Are you in love with him?"

I shrugged, "I thought so. Now I'm not sure".

"He's handsome as can be and he's quite an impressive fellow."

"Maybe so, maybe not."

Obviously David was the wrong topic, so Eric changed the subject.

"I heard you like acting and are a good impersonator. Can you fool anyone if you put your mind to it?" Eric leaned forward like he was really interested.

"If I can keep my clothes on," I said and smiled. "I fooled everyone but David. When I met him I let down my guard and he had me spotted pretty quickly. I came on to him and that ruined my act. Sex fucks up everything."

From that introduction, Eric asked me more about my dressing up, my dates, and, as I called them, my performances. David's name rarely came up and when it did, Eric was never the one to mention him. Eric seemed to want to steer the conversation to topics that would bring back my good memories. Maybe Eric's not such a bad guy after all, I thought. At least he seemed interested in me. Nobody else was.

During dinner I'd hardly been aware of what I was wearing. I had to pee once so Eric had the waiter show me where the restroom was. Inside a stall I examined myself. I liked what had been done to me. The collar was unobtrusive and the rest wasn't uncomfortable. For keeping me in line and reminding me of my role, I thought Eric had done a good job. David would never have thought of it. He wasn't very imaginative.

When we'd finished dinner - I'd hardly eaten a bite - we didn't go back to the car. Instead, Eric led me through part of the restaurant and to a locked door. He pressed a buzzer. While we waited, Eric put his hand in the small of my back and rubbed me affectionately with his forefinger. I tingled. Suddenly I thought that if the rest of weekend kept on like this, maybe being loaned to Eric wasn't going to be such a bad thing after all.

After the door opened there was another one to go through and then we were in what was obviously a sex club. Framed pictures of nude men in the hall, an area of cubicles after we'd turned the corner, and several towelled men said it all. Eric ignored everything, though, and motioned me ahead to the office near the front. He asked for a key to some nearby room and that's where we went.

Inside it was just Eric and me. He made me stand in the center of the room while he undressed me. Then it was just collar, chain down my back, butt plug, and cock ring - that's all I was wearing.

"Hands behind your head," he ordered and I obeyed. He walked behind me.

While I stood there exposed Eric must have been examinaing me. He didn't move and I didn't hear a sound except the hum of the heating system. Was he admiring me? - I tried to stand up straighter, arch my back, and push my butt out. Was he thinking about what he'd do to me? - I put my head down submissively and closed my eyes. What? What? What? - I was getting anxious when I should have been patient. Finally something happened. Eric turned down the lights, turned on some music, and had me sit on a round, padded stool in the corner facing the walls. They were mirrored so I could see myself until I was blindfolded. Then Eric cuffed my wrists and attached chained the cuffs to the walls on either side of the corner. Bigger cuffs were put around my thighs just above my knees and my legs were pulled toward the walls. Too bad I couldn't see myself in the mirror, I thought. Bound and exposed I must have been quite a sight. Eric sat so close behind me I could feel his shirt on my naked back and his pants on my legs. This time, unlike dinner, all the talk was about sex.

"You like showing off, don't you," he began.

"Yes, you know I do," I said.

"When you're nude, just like when you're dressed up?"

"It depends on who it's for."

Eric reached up, put his hands on my chest, and began to rub his thumbs across the tips of my nipples. I shuddered. He continued until he got a series of moans out of me.

"For someone who caresses your nipples and makes you feel good?"

"You've been nice to me ," I said. "I'd do it for you."

"And for men who want to watch your body and see you caressed?"

"I don't know."

"If you had a master would you do it for him?"

"Yes sir," I said and then quickly wondered where the "sir" had come from.

"And more?"

I nodded as Eric alternated rubbing the tips of my nipples with pinching them. I was starting to breathe harder. I pushed my chest against his hands. He got the message and continued.

"Like this, being tied up and opened?"

"Yes, I like it."

"What else do you like?"

After he asked his question, the background music changed and the song was, "Seduce Me Tonight." Eric must have heard it, too, because as the vocalist sang, "Se-se-seduce me tonight",... "I wanna be your slave", and... "Take me all the places that I've never been," Eric pinched my nipples in time with the beat. I was so hot I was practically swooning. David would never have thought of that scenario.

I forgot about his question as I concentrated on the nipple play. Eric kept me aroused and I was twitching and turning my pelvis in an effort to get enough friction from the cock ring to make me cum. But I couldn't do it.

Eric certainly didn't want me to cum so he took his hands off me and sat back. When I'd cooled down a bit, Eric continued.

"Do you want a master who'll treat you like this?"

"Yes, yes sir," I begged. Whatever it took to keep him doing it to me, I wanted.

"You want to give yourself to someone, don't you?" Eric returned to playing with my nipples with one hand while squeezing my upper thighs with the other. It felt so good and I was so hot that I was willing to say or do anything for more of the same. I didn't want him to stop...ever.

"Yes." I was trying to hump the butt plug, now, but it began to hurt my ass and I had to stop and lean forward.

"And be a slave?"

"Yes, I want to be your slave. I want to belong to you, sir." Eric was playing me like a violin.

"When you're a slave, what do you want me to do with you? What should I do to you?

I couldn't think. "Tie me up?" I ventured.

"You like being tied, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Spanked?"

"I don't know, I've never been spanked, sir."

"Do you like what I'm doing to you? Do you want more like this?"

I did and I nodded. Wasn't it obvious?

"Do you like that you were given to me?"

"Yes, master. I like it," and I realized that maybe I liked him. What Eric was doing to me was so much better than anything David had done to me and I'd just been with Eric for a couple of hours. With David it had been all bodies. With Eric it was his mind, my mind, and my body. Mind over matter, I thought. Eric's mind over me. That mattered and I was loving it.

At this point Eric untied my arms and legs and turned me around on the stool. Eric again tied my wrist cuffs and thigh straps to the walls. I was as open as before but this time I was facing him. This time I wasn't blindfolded.

The caressing continued but with variations. This time Eric was using a long-handled wooden spoon. Caress, swat, then caress the area stung until the hurt went away. Eric didn't say anything. While he did it to me everywhere, I was the one providing the sound effects. Hard breathing, moans, grunts, and an occasional "That hurts" were my response to his spoon. Mostly I had my eyes closed. I liked it better that way.

"How does slave prove his love for his master?" Eric asked.

I didn't have much of an idea and in my situation I sure couldn't think, so I said, "By doing what his master wants?"

I guess Eric wanted me to think about the question and my answer because he didn't ask another question for a while. He went back to work on my nipples. This time it was with a clothespin. Pinch and I caught my breath, pinch closer to the tip and I moaned, then pinch at the very tip and I almost screamed. Sometimes it hurt but always the nips aroused me. I was as stiff as a rod, hot as could be, and ready to cum. Only Eric wouldn't let me.

"Is the best way for a slave to prove his love by suffering for his master?"

I didn't know. Like I wrote, how could I think about something like that. I didn't respond.

Eric alternated the clothespins with the wooden spoon and with his fingers. Open as I was for him, he had lots of me to play with and he did. I'd never thought I could be kept so aroused for so long.

Suddenly Eric stopped the stimulation. After a minute to let me cool down somewhat, he said, "I want you to be my kept boy. You'll belong to me. I'll take care of you." Another pause, then, "After you're trained you can do as you like and you can come and go as you please." He emphasized that. "I'll help you with your acting or whatever else you're interested in." He emphasized that, too. "In return, what's happening tonight gives you some idea of what I want from you. I like imaginative sex and I have a good imagination."

Eric leaned back. After letting me absorb what he'd said, he leaned forward again and lifted my chin with his right hand. Moving his face closer to mine, Eric looked directly at my eyes and said, "Do you want to be a free spirit at the end of my leash?

I did. Eric understood what I wanted like nobody else had. I wanted to be an Ariel who belonged to his enchanter. Being kept, cared for, and loved also meant bondage, discipline, and domination for me.

"yes," I answered sincerely, "I want to be yours."

"Alright." He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, held my chin up, and with a soft smile said softly, "Je promets que je mettrai un collier sur toi. je stigmatiserai de toi et je vous chatrerai. You agree, don't you? You want to be a free spirit at the end of my leash?"

I didn't understand the French - but it sounded beautiful. And of course I wanted the rest. I nodded "yes".

"From now on you're mine, Ariel?" Ariel? How did he know? There it was again. We were like-minded spirits.

I nodded "yes" again.

Well, that was the big step toward my meeting Carlos. At the end of the episode in the club, Eric untied me, took off my collar, and undid the chains. He unbuckled the cock ring and pulled out the butt plug. Then a big Black man came into the room, and, on Eric's order, dressed me. When I was clothed, the man picked me up in his arms. With Eric leading the way, the Black man carried me ouside and set me down by the back door.

"We're going to take a short walk," Eric said.

With each one holding one of my hands, they led me a half a block down the back street.

Then it was into the anteroom with Carlos and now it's back to the rest of what happened that Friday and afterwards.

At the bottom of the cement steps, still shuffling, I was pulled ahead about 50 feet where we stopped. Another door was opened and the belt around my neck was removed.

"Inside," Carlos ordered and gave me a push.

Before we entered, though, he pulled off my shoes, socks, and pants. He cut off my T-shirt, too, then retied my hands in front, replacing the metal handcuffs with leather wrist cuffs. Nude, I was again led ahead, this time by Carlos pulling my right nipple. I heard a shower nozzle spurt water and, a few seconds later, I was under the warm spray. In a moment Carlos started shaving me with the straight razor.

Where was Eric and the big Black man? Why had Eric given me to Carlos? What was Carlos going to do to me? I wanted to ask questions but I couldn't and I was afraid. While I wondered, my shaving continued. After Carlos finished my arm pits and torso, I calmed down some. As I had no choice but to trust him and, as it seemed like he wasn't going to slice me up, I tried to give myself over to enjoying the water, the feel of the blade scraping away my hair, and what felt like a caressing touch when Carlos ran his hand over my skin to ensure that he'd shaved me smooth. Carlos worked slowly and methodically, always holding me with his left hand while he shaved me with his right. I liked his firm touch. Despite and initial scare, his occasional comment made me think I was pleasing him.

When he'd shaved my chest, he ran his thumb over one of my nipples for a few seconds, like Eric had, and said slowly, "Bonita tetilla."

"Pretty tittie," was what I figured Carlos had said.

Even though I was calmer, my mind was racing. "Carlos", Mexican accent, speaks Spanish - the thought suddenly occurred to me that I'd been given to a Mexican slaver and ... well, that made me shudder and involuntarily, I tried to pull away.

"Hey esclavo," Carlos said in a firm but soothing tone while grabbing my side firmly, "Calm down. No voy a lastimarte. Soy el ir justo a afeitarte."

I didn't know all the words but I gathered that Carlos was saying he wouldn't cut me. Since his tone was reassuring and his touch, when he caressed my belly and then my buttocks, was too, I relaxed.

"You know Spanish?" he asked, still stroking me.

I shook my head "no."

"I said I wouldn't cut you. I'm just shaving you. So calm down, esclavo - that's "slave" in Spanish."

Following more caressing and a minute or two to let me relax, Carlos said, " You O.K?"

I nodded and he resumed shaving me.

I could tell that he'd taken off his clothes as now and then his chest, a leg, or his torso would touch me as he moved while shaving me. I liked that touch. I liked how he was treating me, too, and I wondered if it was Carlos who was going to be my master. Had Eric just given me to him? If so, what did that mean and what he have planned for me? After thinking about it, I decided that since I'd given myself to Eric, Carlos probably was just getting me ready for Eric. Probably Carlos worked for Eric and Carlos was preparing me for him. when I was shaved and Carlos had done whatever Eric wanted, Carlos would give me back to Eric. With that settled in my mind, I tried to just go with the flow but I couldn't. After shaving, what would come next? I hadn't seen the inside of the room we were in and, I realized that Eric had never said what would happen to me. When we'd talked. Almost all had been about what I wanted. He'd never told me exactly what he wanted to do to me. Nothing had been specific.

Carlos saved shaving my groin until last. My cock, which had become limp, stiffened when Carlos started shaving around it. He was soon fiished there and then he started on my scrotum.

When I pulled back and snorted after feeling the straight razor on the top of my sack, Carlos said reassuringly, "No voy a castrarte," then in English, "Don't worry, I'm not going to castrate you. I'm just going to shave your escroto, your ballsack. I won't hurt you, mi plaything. Comprende?"

I nodded my head "yes." That was a relief.

"Tengo gusto de tus cojones. I like your balls," Carlos said as he held them on his fingers and ran his thumb and forefinger around them and felt for my cords. His touch was too rough but I could stand the light pain and I knew I'd like the lingering soreness in my nuts.

I did know that "cojones" was the Spanish word for balls. Carlos didn't have to translate to English. I knew my body had pleased him and it made me feel good.

To shave my sack, Carlos pulled the skin up, then to one side, and then to the other as he got to every hair. With the straight razor he didn't cut me once. Despite my fear of being nicked, I loved his hands on me. Every pull, squeeze, and touch excited me. I'm surprised I didn't cum from all the attention. Again my cock was so stiff I thought it would burst.

When Carlos finished with my scrotum, he ran his hands all over me and seemed satisfied. I was as hairless as a girl but, still blinfolded, I could only imagine what I looked like.

"Tengo gusto de muchachas," he remarked and, knowing "muchacha" was the word for girl, I felt pleased we had the same ideas. I felt closer to Carlos for it. I hungered for affection.

My wrist cuffs had been tied to a chain that ran to the ceiling and then to a cleat on the wall. I could tell that by the sound of the chain and from Carlos' adjusting it once when I had to bend over so he could shave around my ass. When Carlos finished shaving me, he stretched me up tall until I was standing on my tiptoes. Then after he'd toweled me off and dried himself, he stood back to admire his work and get dressed. At his demand I turned around several times. I felt like a ballerina.

Carlos seemed pleased with me.

"Eres una cosa bonita," he said then, in English, "You're a pretty thing." I didn't know much Spanish but I knew he'd used the feminine tense, as if he'd been talking to a girl. He added in English, "I'm going to have fun with you,"

Good. I couldn't wait for him to start. Despite my first impression, I was liking Carlos. He was gentle with me and he had complimented me. I tried to answer his comment but the gag limited me to a mumble. I did nod my head "yes" though.

After Carlos' comment he approached me and flicked the end of my erection twice with his fingers. My cock bobbed and with his touch. More, I thought and I tried to twitch my cock to show him I liked what he'd done.

He'd noticed. "Oh, you like that? he said. "Don't worry, my little slave, there'll be more. There's always more for slaves. For cock, and balls, and nipples, and ass... for slaves there's always more." Then in Spanish he added, "Quiza demasiado."

While I was trying to figure out the Spanish, Carlos grabbed both my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Pinching my nipples he pulled them out and twisted them back and forth until I grunted from the pain.

"Nice," he said. "Bonitas tetillas."

Whatever Carlos wanted, I wanted and I pushed out my chest and moaned lightly to show I enjoyed what he was doing. "I like when you play with me. I'm glad you like my nipples," I thought and I wished I could tell him that and let him do whatever else he'd said in Spanish.

"Oh, you like that?" Carlos said as if he'd been able to read my mind. Again we were on the same wavelength. As he continued to play with me, he added, "Don't worry, esclave, there'll be more of that, too. Hasta que gritas."

Make it start now, I thought. I was so hot once again that I twisted around and pushed out toward him. Oh, God, do it to me. I did so want to tell him that.

When he let go of my sore nipples, Carlos walked to the wall. I heard him unlock the chain and I was able to pull my arms down some.

"Hands against the wall, spread your legs as wide as you can and lean forward," Carlos ordered as he chain loosened further and I pulled my arms down to chest height.

When I'd positioned myself, he said, "Head lower and put your butt out more." I hadn't bent over enough.

Standing there with my back almost parallel to the floor, I could hear him move a stool behind me and then sit down on it. I also heard him put something on the floor. It sounded like a can. Carlos grabbed and pulled one of my ass cheeks aside, and ran a lubed finger around my anus. After a few seconds his finger entered me just a bit and circled the inside of my ring. It was all I could do to keep bent over as he'd ordered. Then he probed deeper with the finger, withdrew it, and tried with two. I grunted.

"Eres apretado", he said. "You're tight." Carlos kept at me with more lube and a third finger for a few minutes, then quit.

Carlos' fingers were followed with the announcement of, "This is an enema nozzle," as a long plastic tip slipped into my ass. I winced as he worked the nozzle up inside me.

"Squeeze your cheeks together and hold that in," Carlos said when he'd gotten it in place, and I did.

While I was obeying Carlos had loosened the chain again and I heard it rattle.

"Down on your knees and elbows," he ordered and I obeyed, pulling the chain down with me.

After I was positioned, Carlos filled the enema bag, hung it from above, and undid the clamp. The warm water drained into me. It felt good until my gut began to stretch and I began to squirm to try to avoid the discomfort.

"Mas," he said, patting me on the ass and I know he'd said "more."

When I was groaning and twisting from the discomfort, Carlos said, "Alright, now squat down over the drain and shit for me."

I had enjoyed being nude for him and being manipulated, but shitting while he watched made me feel self conscious.

I held back so long, he must have sensed my embarassment. To humiliate me even more, he turned me facing him, then sat on the stool in front of me.

"Mierda para el papa," Carlos said with a laugh and I figured he'd told me to "Do it for Daddy."

So while I squatted and the water splashed out of me, Carlos watched.

"Bueno," he said when I'd finished. "Now you do it again."

So it was kneel down, be filled up, squat down, and release. The process continued again until I ran clear. All the while Carlos watched and commented. I didn't stop being humiliated but I appreciated the tone of his positive comments. I'd been with him only about an hour but I was feeling very close to him. I wanted him to do things to me and I wanted to love him. Would Carlos could be my master, too, and I could be both his slave and Eric's

When Carlos was satisfied that I was clean, he stretched me upward again. He then washed me all over with a scented soap, rinsed me, and left me hanging there to dry while he busied himself in the back of the room. I could hear the tinkling of chain and the rustling of leather and other things. All the sounds kept me aroused with anticipation.

Carlos lowered my hands and unfastened the cuffs from my wrists. That felt good and I rubbed my wrists. I was unbound, but not for long, and I was still blindfolded and still had the penis gag in my mouth.

"Hands behind your back," Carlos said. I quickly obeyed and he re-cuffed my hands behind my back.

"Now a strap around your cock and your cojones," Carlos said.

He put a thin leather strap under my scrotum and snapped it on at the top of the base of my cock. Then I felt another strap separate my balls and he snapped that one on either side of my cock. My balls felt very tightly bound and vulnerable. Carlos hadn't touched my cock when he put on the cockring and ball separator and he hadn't touched my cock since flicked the tip. Now, bound tightly,it was stiffer than ever. I did so want him to touch it and I did so want to cum but I got no relief.

All the time we hadn't moved from the shower area. Now Carlos pinched my left nipple and pulled me a few feet forward.

Stopping, he commanded, "On your knees," and down I went.

Surprisingly there was a rubber pad that he must have put there for me while I was in the shower. As I adjusted my position to get more comfortable, I could hear him pull up the stool behind me. Then he walked away, returned, and set down what sounded like a leather bag with some heavy things in it.

"Now mi esclavo virginal, Papa Carlos is going to take off your gag and then I'm going to put a collar on you. No talking unless I ask you a question, comprendre?"

I nodded my head "Yes."

Carlos unstrapped the penis gag and took it away. It hadn't been uncomfortable and I liked the restraint but now I could at least talk. He dropped the gag in the leather bag then I heard him take out the collar. From the clanking I could tell it had a chain atached to it. He held the collar and chain in his hand and asked a question.

"It's just ten o'clock and you haven't been a captured boy for four hours yet, have you?"

"Eric took me about six," I said

"Four hours and so many steps along the road to slavery and so quickly. You might have gotten away so many times. Did you ever think of that?"

"No." I lied. But yes, I had. Not at every step along my slave's path, but several times. I could have walked out of David's house when I learned about his new boy or when David, his twink, and Eric left the living room. I could have balked when Eric wanted to collar and plug and ring me. I could have refused to go with Eric. Sure, I was locked in but the locks didn't prevent me from leaving and they could have been cut off if it had come to that. At the restaurant and in the sex club I had my chances, too. In the alleyway I had my best chance since I'd left David's. I could have bolted and neither Eric not the Black man could have caught me. Carlos was right, I could have gotten away so many times.

"So why you not run?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered. But I did know. I didn't want to leave David while there was hope; I did what he ordered out of loyalty; and I obeyed Eric because I was fascinated and curious. I was still fascinated and curious but I wasn't hopeful of getting David back nor was I hopeful of getting away. What Carlos implied was true. My last chance had passed and I couldn't get away now. I truly was a slave and one who was at Carlos' mercy.

"This collar," he said as the chain jangled, "is special. It's four steel bands, one welded inside the other. It can't be cut. It has rings welded on either side. In the back there's a hinge. The halves of the collar come together in front where two flanges meet. There's a locking point on the flanges. It 's a special lock. There's a chain attached to the flange." He stopped for a moment, then , "Push your hair up over your head.

"Yes sir," I said with a quaver in my voice. I truly was ready to be collared. Putting my hands at the base of my neck, I pushed up my long blonde waves and held my hair on the top of my head.

Carlos put the collar on me with the flange and chain in back. When he'd closed it I heard a small metal tool -an Allen wrench? - turning the lock shut. Then he tossed the tool back in the leather bag. The collar was cold and it fit snugly but not too tight. Carlos was easily able to get a finger between my neck and the collar. The chain draped down my back and it, too, was cold. Before Carlos let me drop my hair, he turned the collar so that flange was in front.

"Up," carlos said and pulled on the chain near the collar.

I stood up, then after he'd gathered several feet of links in one hand, Carlos held the chain in one hand and led me through a door near the shower stall. We entered a small room that was about 10' by 15'. Floor, walls, and ceiling were spotlessly white. There was a countertop and white cabinets along one wall. Motioning me to a gurney, Carlos told me to get on it and lie on my back. When I was stretched out, Carlos arranged my long hair around my head.

"Like a corona," he said.

The chain at the front of my collar was unlinked but the rings on either side were tightly chained to fastening points at the side of the gurney. My head was immobliized. Carlos cuffed my wrists, linked the cuffs, then pulled my hands above my head and tied the cuffs to the top of the gurney. My hair, spread out above my head, tickled my wrists. A leather strap across my middle, and leather straps across my thighs and at my ankles completed my bondage. I had been immobilized for some reason but I wasn't sure what it was. After what Eric had done to me, I thought and hoped I was being prepared for some more exotic sex play.

Carlos left me alone for quite a while. Probably he was gone 20 minutes or longer.

While was left along in the lighted room I tried to figure out what was coming next. Flat on my back, I knew I was in position for cock play with a butterfly board, sounds, clothespins, electrical equipment, and pumps. Except for Eric teasing and tormenting me with clothespins earlier in the evening, I'd never done any of that but I was willing to submit. Actually, I knew I didn't have much choice. Even though Carlos had threatend me earlier, after I'd been terrorized into obedience, he'd treated me well. Now I didn't fear he'd hurt me. I expected that I'd have to serve his cock sometime though. I wondered where Eric was. As I was certain that Carlos cleaned me up and collared me at Eric's request, I expected that when someone returned it would be Eric.

Instead it was Carlos, not Eric, who came back and there was a woman with him. She was about as old as he was and had short, grey hair. The woman wore slacks and a grey sweater. She had a manish air about her. Instead of wondering why the woman was there, on seeing her I thought, "Ill bet she's a bulldyke." While I was still puzzled, she came over to near my head and gazed down on me.

"Do you know why I'm here?" she asked me.

"No," I didn't and shook my head.

Turning to Carlos, the woman said, "Put a ball gag in hs mouth Carlos but leave the hair like it is. I like the effect."

After I was gagged the woman returned to my side. She ran her hands over my chest and belly. Looking up at Carlos, who was across the gurney from her, she said wistfully, "Nice. I used to have skin like this. But that was a long time ago."

Looking back down at me, the woman moved her hand down my body until it stopped on my right thigh. Then glancing back up at Carlos, she asked, "Didn't anyone tell him?"

"No, ma"am," was the reply, "Noon told him anything."

The woman undid the leather cock and ball straps and removed them. Then she lightly held my ballsack and rolled my balls between her fingers. Her eyes were on my crotch and she seemed to be thinking of something. After aminute, her fingers stopped and she looked at me.

"You really don't know what's going to happen, do you?"

Before I could shake my head, she said, "Oh, well I guess it doesn't matter. I'm going to castrate you, whether they told you or not." Glancing at her wrist watch she added, " Like it or not, you'll be a eunuch before the end of the hour."

The words hit me like a thunderbolt.

"Castrate me? You can't! Where's Eric? I'm going back to David on Sunday. Let me go! You're just joking, aren't you?" All those thoughts went through my mind as I squirmed, strained at my bonds, tried to protest through the ball gag.

Of course it was to no avail.

With my balls in her hand, the woman explained, "I'll make an inch long cut on one side of your scrotum and push out a testicle. Then I'll tie off its cord and I'll snip the cord between the knot and your testicle. After I stitch up the cut, I'll do same thing on the other side with your other testicle. The procedure will take just a few minutes. Since I numb the area before I cut you, it'll be painless. You'll have a quick recovery and a safe one."

As I continued to struggle and tried to mumble out a few words, she continued. "It's already been decided. Eric says you're a perfect specimen for transformation. He wants you neutered before you get any older and change." Moving a step toward my head, she pinched my right nipple, pulled it as far as she could, and added, "You're going to have breasts, too. You'll start on hormones tomorrow. I suppose nobody told you that, either."

Almost before I knew it, I was gelded. Anesthetic, incisions, ligate, snip, and stitch. I didn't get to cum beforehand, I didn't watch my emasculation, and I didn't see my things afterwards.

I didn't go back to David that Sunday either. His loan of me to Eric had really been a gift. Instead, I stayed where I was. I was usually nude, collared, and chained. The rooms where I'd been prepared and castrated that Friday evening were just two rooms in a large private member club that Eric belonged to and Carlos worked for. (I had been right about Carlos.) For my several months there I was both well trained and well used. As for what was done to me, you can use your imagination. Just think of my limits being expanded in every way by people like immaginative Eric, Carlos, and yourself and you'll have it. "Ridden hard and put away wet" was the way one club member described me after one of many such sessions but I was young and resilient so I recovered easliy. Because I'd been footloose before that Friday, my disappearance was harldly noticed. "He's moved out of state," was what David told my few acquaintances. At the club, while Eric had first claim on me, I was club property. When I was branded a few weeks later, it was with the club's mark, not Eric's. I got used to everything and grew to like what I'd become. I liked the attention, the chance to role play, and most of the sex. That I was well cared for by the club, meant a lot. I have my own room at the club now and I come and go as I please. I work at the club, the restaurant, and I have some private dates. Last night at the restaurant, I overheard a guy desrcibe me as a hot little minx and it made me feel real good. Even thought I've been trapped a lot recently and not always by men I've wanted to catch me, I'm happy being a hot little minx. It's whatt I've always wanted to be.