My plan was to head to San Francisco. I had read "On the Road" and decided to take to the road myself. First to LA then up the coast to San Francisco. My trip started out fine, I had lots of luck finding rides until Utah. It was midnight, I was in the middle of nowhere and there were no cars in sight. I thought I was going to have to spend the night on the side of the road when an old red Volvo came over the hill.

I hopped in and said hello. The driver was an Japanese guy who looked about 30 with a muscular build and close cropped hair. If I had been in to guys you I would’ve called him cute. He said hi and introduced himself as Tim. I sat down and he took off. We started talking and he asked me what I was doing out in the middle of nowhere. I told my plan to move to San Francisco and find a job as a programmer. I did not have degree, but I knew what I was doing.

"Traveling alone?" Tim asked.

"Yes" I replied, "My girlfriend was supposed to come with me but we broke up we broke up a couple of months ago. We said that we would keep in touch, but you know how that goes."

"Yea", he responded, " I can not count the boyfriends that I've said that to. "I shifted in my seat. Here I was stuck in a car with some gay guy. "I guess it is the same for everyone" I said, then I tried to change the subject. "So what do you do?"

"Until a month ago, I ran my own company..." Tim began. He told a story about how he had started an internet company with some friends. The company took off and Tim sold his interest for "several million dollars". He still drove his old Volvo for sentimental reasons, it had brought him luck.

"So" I asked "you still work there"?

"I am retired"

"Retired at 30?"

"Yes"

"Lucky you, can you show me how I can do that? So now what are you going to do?" I asked.

"What I have always wanted to do." Tim said Turing to me. "Train slaves."

I did not know what to say. Occasionally I see a site on the net but I was too afraid to actually check it out. Here I was three days on the road and I was stuck in the car with a gay pervert. This was turning out to be more of an adventure than I expected. "Slaves eh?" was the only response I could come up with.

"Yes, train slaves then sell them" He said staring me straight in the eyes. I could feel my face begin to burn with embarrassment. "Actually, this was my first recruiting trip. I been driving across the country conducting interviews. I might have found a couple of good ones. Know anyone who may be interested?"

"Nnno"

"Too bad, I am always looking for a cute, young white boys. But don't worry, I don't kidnap hitchhikers"

I turned to look out the window, all I wanted was to get of the car. This trip becoming more than I had expected. I stared at the emptiness around me, like it or not I was stuck. We sat in silence. After an hour or so I dozed off, it will be all right I told myself, he is just playing with you.

When I woke up the car had stopped. We were on some deserted road far from the highway. I was naked and hand cuffed to the door. My clothes cut away from my body were laying in shreds on the floor. I screamed and swore but there was no one to hear me so I gave up. After a few minutes, Tim came up to the window.

"Done" he said.

I said nothing. Ashamed and afraid I sat there silently.

" Don't worry, I told you I'm not a psycho. I have an offer for you. You have a choice. I would like us to play a game. If you play, I will provide you a place to stay and hook you up with a job in the City. If not we go our separate ways and I'll give fifty bucks to pay for your clothes. The game is easy. You just do what I say until we get to San Francisco. I'll even take the route that you had planed. You do what I say and I pay for everything. You disobey and your out of the car. Give me your answer, I don't know what you are thinking but your dick is definitely saying yes."

He was right. I was afraid, but my dick was rock hard. This even made me more embarrassed. Here I was naked, chained, at the mercy of a stranger and it turned me on. My dick was screaming say yes and my mind was listening.

"A place to live and a job and all I have to do is obey you for the rest of the trip. What’s the catch?"

"No catch, just do what I say, exactly what I say and I will keep up my end of the bargain."

"Yes" I said. I tried to look up but I could not. "Can I get dressed?"

"No" Tim replied. "You dress when I tell you and then you wear what I tell you. Clear?"

"Clear".

Tim started the car and we drove off. I stared out the window as we headed back to the highway.

The road was hell. Every time a truck drove by I could feel my self burn with embarrassment. I was lucky if the drivers just stared. Some felt obligated shout insults. The more embarrassed the hornier I got and Tim could tell. He was enjoying every minute of my suffering.

About two hours into the trip, Tim reached behind the seat and pulled out a pair of denim shorts. "I think these are your size. Put them on." he said as he threw the shorts in my lap.

I held them up and looked quizzically at Tim. "Put them or get out and walk" I complied

The shorts fit but they were small, very short and full of holes, something a teenage slut or a fag would wear. I slid them on just as the car started down the exit ramp. We pulled into a gas station and stopped. "Get out and pay for the gas." Tim said as he handed me a twenty dollar bill.

Barefooted and bare-chested I jumped out of the car and scurried across the hot pavement toward the store. Only when I walked in the store did I notice the stares. I got in line an waited as people pointed and giggled. I felt my skin flush in embarrassment. I also felt me cock begin to harden. Funny, I thought, yesterday I would have been the one pointing. My turn came up and I slapped my money on the counter. "Number 12 ". The clerk gave me a condescending "What?" I tried to look up but I was too intimidated so I just repeated louder "Number 12". I received the change and took off, heading for the safety of the car.

Back on the road Tim asked for the shorts back. I striped. My cock standing straight up demanding attention. Tim gave me a look of disgust. "We are going to have to do something about that." What he had in mind I did not ask.

The sun was setting as we arrived in Las Vegas. Tim again reached behind the seat, this time producing a small white t-shirt and a plaid skirt. "Time for dinner, put this on." I did not question him this time instead I put on the shirt and the skirt as instructed. The shirt was tight and left my mid-section naked. I looked like some sort of sluty school girl. To complete the outfit, Tim gave me a pair of black clogs.

We stopped at Denny's and we're quickly seated, the waitress had obviously seen worse because she did not even give me a second look. I sat with my head down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Tim ordered a salad for me then started making small talk.

He asked me what my family thought about my trip so I told him my story. My father left before I was born. My mom, she died when I was 10. I spent the next six years in a group home before I moving out on my own. I barely made it but was able to complete school and save up enough money for the trip.

Friends? he asked.

"None" I said as told him about the assholes at my school. He said that he new exactly what I was talking about. The conversation began to break the barrier between us. If I was going to be stuck with this guy, I might as well make the best of it. We chatted on and off through dinner then headed back to the car. We stopped once for gas, then got back on the highway headed for LA. As soon as we were on the on ramp, he ordered me to remove my clothes again. This time I complied with out a hint of protest.

We checked into a gay hotel in LA. I made it from the car to the room with out anyone seeing me naked although I don't think anyone would have cared. I was glad to be out of the car. I was horny as hell and wanted to jerk off so badly I could scream. But Tim had other plans. He would not let me in the bathroom alone and when it was time to go to bed he pulled a large black mesh bag out of his suitcase. "Lay down" Tim told and sensing my concern he added "Don't worry, no sex".

I laid down as instructed and he laid the bag out next to me. "Get in" he said. I climbed in. It was like a sleeping bag only with belts attached. He zipped up the bag then bound me tightly. When he was done I was immobilized wrapped in black mesh cocoon. My hands far from my growing hard on. There would be no relief tonight.

The next day Tim woke up early and unbound me. He kept a close eye on me as I showered making sure I did not spend too much time washing any particular body part. In the morning I was not so lucky, while Tim checked out I had to wait naked in a lobby full of men, several who commented favorably on my body and my growing erection. When he was done we walked out to the car and hit the road.

We arrived in San Francisco after dark. When we approached the city, he pulled out a cell phone. "Vinh" he said into the phone "I have your guest." and then he hung up. "Now, I will keep my part of the bargain. I will drop you off at Vinh's apartment and he will put you up. I will make arrangements for your employment and contact Vinh with instructions."

A few minutes later he stopped in front of a large Victorian house in what looked like a run down neighborhood. I panicked, "What is going to happen" I thought "What made me think this guy was serious. He dropping off in the middle of nowhere, why in the hell did I ever listen to him."

"Get out" he said "Ring the bell on number three"

Naked, I dashed out of the car and up the stairs. As I was ringing the bell, Tim dumped my backpack on the street then climbed back in the car and drove away. I heard the door open and a voice say "I see that Tim has been playing games again, I'm Vinh" .

Vinh was Vietnamese guy in his early twenties. He had a thin build but well defined, he definitely had spent some time in the gym. He spoke with a soft southern accent that was friendly but authoritative. "Is that your bag? You better go get it before it gets stolen" I was about to protest but the look in Vinh's eyes told me that if I wanted the bag I had to get it myself. A quick dash to the curb and I was back in the house.

"Tim told me about your trip. He said that you were quick learner. Come upstairs"

Before I had a chance to get any clothes, Vinh grabbed my bag an headed upstairs.

The stairs rain straight up to the third floor were the landing ended in the on the side of a long thin hall that ran down the center of the flat. The hall ended in the kitchen where Vinh waiting. "Have a seat" he said as he gestured to a seat at the kitchen table. "would you like something to drink?"

"Water's fine, can I get dressed?"

"No, your fine as you are." Vinh replied as he set a glass down on the table. "Tim has told me your situation, and I have a proposal for you. I have an extra room for which your are welcome to, free of charge, for as long as you like. As long you obey rules. Interested?"

I nodded and Vinh went on.

"One, no clothing in the house. Two, you are free to come and go as you like, but when you leave the house, you must wear what I tell you. Three, you help with the chores. You have a choice, if you don't like the rules, you can stay the night and leave tomorrow. If you stay and you break the rules you are out on the street."

"Can I see the room?"

"Sure"

It had been three days since I beat off so I was feeling a little horny and I had to admit that I kind of liked being told what to do. It was fun so I played along. I knew that there was no way that I could afford a place on my own and after the brief tour of the rest of the flat I was convinced that I could put up with the rules for a little while. Once I saved some cash I could move out and put this freaky shit behind me.

That night I moved in. Vinh took my all my clothing locked it away while I settled in my new room for my first night in San Francisco and the start of a very interesting living situation.

The apartment was self contained. Everything I needed was in its walls. Bed, gym, and what I would later find out would be my office. So there was little reason to leave. I spent most of my time on the web looking for a job and a new apartment. Not that there seemed to be much out there. Oh there was plenty of empty apartments but very few I could afford so it looked like I would be staying with Vinh for awhile. It was not bad, after a couple of days I got used to being naked and Vinh was pretty easy to live with.

It was my third night there when Vinh me if I would like to go out. It was fetish night at a local club so he dressed me up in pair of low rise vinyl pants and a black mesh shirt. Aside from the collar he put around my neck, it was nothing too extreme. The surprise came at the door of the club where he produced a pair of wrist restraints and a leash. "To get you in the sprit of the evening" he said. As soon as the restraints went around my wrists, I felt my dick growing hard on in my pants.

The club was overwhelming. Over the last few days I had gotten used to some weird things but this was something else. Men, women, gay, straight, leather, latex, drag, even naked more people than I had ever seen in one place and all of them casually wondering by floggings and bondage demonstrations. Hands bound behind my back I just followed Vinh's pull on my leash. Not that I minded much, being somewhat powerless was strangely comforting. Vinh seemed to know several people and he bounced from group to group until he met woman in a dark black latex body suit. She was hot, tall, thin with small but perfectly formed tits. At her feet was a naked man on a collar, his hands and feet enclosed in leather "paws". The whole scene turned me on causing my dick to strain at my pants.

It was obvious Vinh and the woman new each other well. They chatted for a couple of minutes about what I could not tell over dun of the music. I was scanning the crowd when I heard the woman shout an order at her dog. Vinh opened his fly releasing his dick which the dog immediately took into his mouth. Vinh said something but I missed it, distracted by the dog's hairless crotch. Something did not look right. His dick seemed unnaturally small for a man. I felt a sting on my thigh, the woman had slapped my with the riding crop. My protest was stopped by the look in her eyes.

"Didn't you hear your master? on your knees." The crop stung again.

"Yes, ma‘am" I replied, she had the whip so I decided not argue. I fell to my knees in front of her.

"Eat her, if you don't please her you regret it" Vinh voice was commanding and forceful.

She was so hot I was more than willing to eat her out. I was so horny and ready for some pussy but when she opened her zipper and out popped a rock hard cock. She was a guy and there was no way that I was going to suck a guy’s dick, let alone in public. My resistance faded after several cracks of the crop convinced me I better start. So I took my first dick in my mouth started sucking. My skin burned with humiliation. There I was on my knees, hands bound behind my back sucking dick like a fag. The fact that my dick felt like it was going to explode made matters worse, no matter how much I denied it something inside me was turned on by the whole thing. The mistress was began moaning with pleasure when it hit me, the dog’s crotch, the reason it did not look right was that there were no balls, he or I guess it was a eunuch. The thought freaked me out so much that I let the cock slip out of my mouth just as the mistress climaxed spaying her cum all over my face.

No one seemed to care. She put her dick back in her pants an order a drink while I knelt there with cum dripping off my face. I was crushed, in state of total humiliation and sexual excitement. My mind could not reconcile the repulsion I felt for what I had just done with the desire that filled my body as I did it. Two contradictory thoughts struggled for supremacy and desire won. My will had been weakened to the point that the excitement I felt playing these games of submission weld itself to my personality. There on the floor I became a new person. The only way I could deal with the humiliation was to embrace it, to become it, to change the way I thought about myself, to a become a person who accepted surrendering all power to another.

When we got back to the apartment, Vinh was pissed. About what he would not say. After I removed my clothes he rebound my arms and sent me to bed with out saying a word. When I awoke the next day to the sound of a garbage truck picking up the trash out in front the building. I looked out the window just in time to see my bag go into the back of the truck. Everything I owned was on its way to the dump. I searched the flat for Vinh but he was nowhere to be found. I was stuck alone in the house with my hands bound behind my back. By noon thirst drove me to the kitchen in search of something to drink. A few frustrating tries at the kitchen facet told me that I was out of luck. It was then that I noticed two large bowls on floor. One full of water and the other full of looked like dog food. If I was going drink, it would have to be out of a bowl on the floor like a dog. The food I resisted for the first two days, but then my hunger over came my disgust. By day three I was eating and drinking like a dog as if it were as normal as eating at the table.

"His ass in the air. I like that." It was Tim, he Vinh had walked into the kitchen while I was drinking from the bowl. "Nothing like a slave's smooth ass."

"Yea, he has a nice one doesn't he." Responded Vinh as he reached down and snapped a leash on my collar. "On your knees boy."

A few days before I might have resisted. Now I complied without thought. Back under Vinh's control, my dick began to harden. It had been at least two weeks since I had gotten off so it did not take much to get me going.

Vinh reached down and grabbed my chin. "I hope you have learned you lesson boy. I don't ever again want to tell you to do something twice ."

So that explained Vinh's anger. At the club I hesitated when he gave me an order and for that I lost all of my clothes and spent three days living like a dog. "Yes, sir, I have learned." The sir just slipped out. Somehow I knew that was the correct response.

"Good you are quick learner."

"Yes," Tim agreed "you are doing well. To reward you I have a gift for you." Tim took a clear cylindrical object out of the box he was carrying. "Vinh, why don't you help him put it on"

Vinh took the device and forced it over my semi hard dick. It hurt a little but I was in no position to argue. From the fit I could tell hat it was going to make it impossible for me to get off. As soon as the device was secured he removed the restraints from my wrists.

Tim saw the question in my eyes. "It is a chastity device. It will keep you from playing with that little worm of yours. You start work tomorrow and I don't want you distracted. Now why don't you go get yourself cleaned up."

With the cock cage came a change in the rules. I still had to remain naked, but I was no longer allowed to come and go as I liked. I also went from flatmate to houseboy, my household duties expanded to point where I taking care of all household chores. Vinh even taught me how to cook and he began planning the meals then having me prepare them.

My new job consisted of maintaining and updating web sites for Tim's new company. As soon as I started I knew what he meant by being distracted. He had me editing porn sites. My fist few days were spent among a thousand images of beautiful women causing my dick to strain against its plastic prison. After a week I was in a constant state of arousal with no relief in sight. Then the images began to change. From women, to men then to gay s&m all the while I was getting hornier and hornier. At night my dreams became filled with images of submission.

Finally I could not take it anymore and I complained to Vinh.

"You can't take it anymore? Are you sure? I can solve you problem if you like." was his response.

"Please."

"You have to do me a favor first."

"Anything" At that point I think I really did mean it.

"Suck my dick." It was the first time since the club that Vinh had made any sexual demands on me. I remember what happened last time I hesitated so I went down on my knees. Giving Vinh head was nothing if I got me the relief that I needed. As soon as his dick was in my mouth, Vinh grabbed my head and forced his cock deeper into my mouth. The more excited he got the harder his thrusts until he shot his cum straight down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it.

"Not bad for straight boy" he said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth. "With a little more practice you will be a great cock sucker. Follow me."

He lead me into his room and through a door that I always thought was a closet. Instead it opened into a stairway to the attic. As I arrived at the top of the stairs I recognized the room as the dungeon I had seen in a number of the sites that I had been working on. He told me to bend over the leather table located in the center of the room then he tightly bound all my limbs so I was totally immobilized.

He asked me again if I was sure I wanted him to relieve my tension and I of course I said yes, I had already sucked his dick so it was my turn. His response was to gag me. He moved behind me and then I felt a cold liquid on my ass. Without a word, he began probing my hole. This was not what I had in mind. I struggled against my bonds but was unable to move. There was nothing that I could do but lay there.

Vinh work silently. Slowly I could feel myself getting ready to cum. Soon thick white drops hit the floor under the table. I could feel the cum flowing out but it was more like taking a piss than beating off. I came but with out the usual pleasure of sex. I was not as horny as before but somehow I was still unsatisfied. Still as soon as Vinh ungagged the first words out of my mouth were "Thank you sir."

"Very good boy, now lick up your mess." Then Vinh headed down the stairs before I had a chance to reply.

The milking session became a weekly occurrence. Each time Vinh would take me upstairs, have me give him head, then bind me to the table. The sessions were not that pleasurable for me, but it was the only release I had. Soon sucking Vinh's dick became a daily occurrence. After a couple of months, he decided to try a new milking method and that was when he started to fuck me. As the months past I began to forget about my imprisoned cock. My mouth and ass were my new sex organs.

While this was going on the sites the I was working on for Tim changed until spent my days working on a site devoted solely to Asian masters being served by white boys. Subconsciously it was becoming natural that white boys should be serving Asian men.

At night I dreamt about it and during the days I lived with it. Gone was the straight boy that Tim picked up on the road. He had be replaced by a slave willing serve whomever his master desired. I had become so submissive that when Vinh took me to have all my body hair permanently removed I did not question it all.

One evening I was preparing dinner when Tim arrived. He and Vinh sat talking as I served them dinner. As was usual when ever we had guests, I did not eat myself. When they were done I sat on the floor eating the scarps they left for me. Afterward Tim called me into Vinh's office.

I knelt on the floor as Tim spoke.

"Vinh tells me you have been a good student and that he would like to take you as his slave."

I was thrilled. Months of editing Tim's websites had taught me that being owned by a master was quite an honor.

"So he asked me here tonight to process a bill of sale making you his property." Tim continued. "I need you to sign this contract. Once you do, you will pass ownership of your body Vinh. Do you understand?"

I just nodded.

"Sign here." I took the pen and contract and signed it with out even reading it. It was done, I was no longer a person but property.

As soon as my signature was on the contract Vinh clasped a thin steel collar around my neck. The stainless steel lock that closed it told me that it was not coming off anytime soon.

Tim filed the contact in his brief case then removed a large black plastic case.

"Are you ready to mark your property" he said turning to Vinh.

Vinh nodded yes and then lead me upstairs to the dungeon. Once I was bound and securely bound to the table Tim opened the black case an pulled out a nasty looking electrical appliance that appeared to be some sort of iron. Tim plugged it in and as they chatted the end of the iron heated to a glowing read. I heard something about branding and started to shout into my gag. What had I done?

Foolishly I thought the contract was just another game, but this was serious, they were going to permanently mark me. But there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain of the red hot metal touching the side of my ass made me forget everything.

A couple of days recovery and I was released from the dungeon to begin my new life as a slave. All thoughts of escape were ruined when I found out that all the money I saved had been used to by Vinh to pay Tim‘s acquisition fee. And even if I escaped what would I do? I had no money, no clothes, no where to go, and I had signed a contract that said I agreed to all the things that Vinh and Tim had done to me.

I was moved from my room to a cage in Vinh's bedroom. Wrist and ankle restraints became my daily wear and Vinh's sexual demands became more frequent. I was introduced to the taste of Vinh's piss which I was forced to drink everyday. Any resistance or hesitation on my part was meet with the crack of the whip.

Slowly what was left of my will was worn away. At first I gagged when forced to drink Vinh's piss. Then I began to like it and even miss it when I was not allowed his golden fluid. So it went with all of my new tasks. Punishment became less frequent as I began to relish what I used to hate. By the time my brand had healed I was glad that Vinh had marked me.

I had not been out of the house for several months when Vinh threw a small pair of leather shorts at me.

"Get dressed, we have to go to the vet." He said.

Twenty minutes later Vinh was banging on the door of a closed animal hospital oblivious to the passerby staring at the man with his nearly naked slave on a leash. A familiar looking male nurse opened the door and let us in. Vinh and the nurse spoke for a minute then they lead me to the operating room.

"On the table boy" I jumped up with out thinking and was securely bond to the table before I realized where I had seen the nurse before. He was the eunuch dog slave from the club. I wanted to ask what was going on but as soon my mouth opened, the Vinh filled it with a ball gag. Then to my surprise, he removed the plastic cage that had held my dick for so long.

"A great day for you slave. Today your dick is finally free from its cage. An since you don't use it any more I have decided to have it removed. While were at it I will have the vet clean up things up down there and move your balls inside you body. That way you'll have a nice smooth crotch but still stay nice and horny."

As I lay there, legs in the air, I began to panic. This was it, I was going to become a dickless slave. I could no longer deny it. Even after I signed the contract I told myself that this was just a game and someday my dick would be free and I could go back to a normal life. That someday I could release the sexual tension I lived with since day my dick had been imprisoned. Now I would live with it forever.

"Prop his head up, Vinh wants him to see what is happening."

I recognized the voice, it was the mistress from the club. In her scrubs she looked a just little on the masculine side of androgynous. Her beautiful breasts hidden in the folds of her surgical gown.

"I see Vinh has already taken care of your hair." He said as he began to coat my crotch with disinfectant. "In a couple of weeks you'll be as smooth as a plastic doll down there. It is better that way, a dick is useless on slave anyway. I took Benji's balls maybe is should take its dick too"

A look of fear shot through the nurse’s eyes.

"He has helped me take over a dozen dicks, so don't you think it is right that he lose his too?"

She was no longer looking at me rather she was enjoying teasing her own slave. The fate of my dick was decided so there was no fun left in threatening me.

"Lets get started." She turned her attention back to me and began the procedure by threading a catheter down my cock. I don't know if it was the fact that my dick was finally free or that I was turned on by what was about to be done but for some reason it was hard as rock. Maybe I hoped for one last moment of pleasure but Vinh would have none of it.

The rest went fast. Vinh gladly made the first cut, circling scalpel around the base of my dick. One cut was all it took free the shaft. He smiled and held my severed dick in front of my face. As the doctor spoke. "That is it, I will finish the rest. Put him under."

I woke up sore and sharing a kennel cage with the now naked eunuch nurse. The nurse for the time being kept his dick, a reach down between my legs told me that I was not so lucky. It took a couple of months for me to heal. After a couple of weeks in the kennel I was moved home. The doctor was right, I was as smooth as a plastic doll, a faint scar the only reminder that I ever had a dick at all.

Vinh could barely wait to start fucking me again. Once he started no matter how may times he did it I was still left unsatisfied. Perpetually horny I eagerly took his dick in my mouth or up may ass only to want it more each time he did it. I had become to true slave my days and nights filled with nothing but carvings for my masters cock, full of sexual desire that would never be released.