## Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Sun Aug 31, 2014 7:53 pm

He had said to wait on the sidewalk on River Street in sweatshirt and sweatpants at 5 pm and make sure I got that military style haircut, which meant I would be almost bald. Our agreement would finally now be happening. Keep your eyes down and just wait, he wrote. My anxiety thinking about this was truly great. You see, I really wanted this, and had wanted it ever since I saw his ad on Craigslist of all places.
It read: “Full-time slave wanted by genuine Master. No joke. No turning back. Hawk.”
You see I had tried meeting guys, who would tie me up and take advantage of me, but it always ended, and I wanted it to continue—forever. This was a passion that never left me and only grew stronger as I entered my 20’s. Sure I was a high school quarterback and a pretty good gymnast, but the desire to be captured, held prisoner and have no ability to escape never left me. It had been in my thoughts ever since I was 14, and had only grown stronger until…
The ad stared at me for a long time. Was this guy serious? Lots of guys had ads like this but they never followed through. Could Hawk be real? I had to find out so I wrote back to him to find out.
“Sir: I am willing to be your slave. Can we meet? Richard.” I hesitated to hit the send button, but everything in me said, DO IT! So I did.
Now all I had to do was wait. There was no response for three days and I figured Hawk was just another loser and went online one last time to see if he responded. Unbelievably, there is was, flashing in the blue light of my bedroom in the dark.
“Richard: If you are serious you will have to sever all your relationships within 30 days, quit any job you have, tell everyone that you’re going away to write a novel and need to be alone for the next few years. On October 1st you will be picked up and taken away for full-time slavery. You will be kept in chains and rope, gagged frequently, made to do chores long hours every day at my ranch while in chains, punished for any infractions, fed, clothed, housed, for as long as I want. You will sign a contract agreeing to be my slave. Send me your address, clothing size, a full photo of yourself, and you will next hear from me by mail. Serious. Hawk”
This guy can’t be serious? He wants me to submit to be his slave without ever meeting in person? I won’t even know what he looks like and he expects me to give up everything? This has got to be crazy, I thought. No way I’m going to agree to this.
I read and re-read Hawk’s demands over and over and the more I did the more I desired to go along with this. Think about it: no more daily grind at my retail job at Abercrombie & Fitch, no more dead-end friends partying, getting drunk or drugged. No more rent to pay, no more girls to pretend I was straight, no more pussy boys pretending to be doms, who were only weekend Leatherman.
“Sir: Here’s my picture; hope you approve. I would appreciate it if you sent me one of yourself. My measurements are: 6 feet tall, 185 lbs, I wear large size shirts and have a 30 inch waist with a 32 inch inseam.” I included my address and ended with: “I agree to be your full-time slave to do anything you want with me, except extreme violence or murder. Send me anything you want to complete our agreement—Richard.”
Hawk did not respond to my e-mail but I received a parcel by UPS within three days, delivered to my apartment. There was no return address, as I suspected there would not be. I walked it up the stairs and placed it on my kitchen table and started at it in amazement. It was really happening I thought! I sliced the box open with a box cutter, and opened the clear plastic bag inside, pulled out a gray sweatshirt and gray sweatpants that had the name Hollister printed down the leg. And a pair of blue Nike sneaks. There was more, an athletic cup and a device I didn’t expect, a chastity device, a CB6000, no key, and a letter which acted as a contract. I was to put the CB6000 on now, and not wait for October 1st.
I was to wear everything in the box and bring no other clothes, or any toiletries, as well as the signed and notarized contract on October 1st, on River Street. I had 26 days to do everything else. This was crazy, I realized, as I tried on the sweats and realized the size was too small—a medium, which fit but kind of tight. But I guess that’s what he wanted.
I pulled down the sweats and jock strap and examined the CB6000. It was shaped like a cockhead but only about 3 inches long. After reading the instructions, which must have been written by a Chinese person, I finally figured my size using the different rings. Some fell off and others were way too tight. It said to lubricate the sleeve and my cock, which I did. When I finally figured it all out I could see the lock included. I picked up the lock and inserted it into the holes, noticing my cock was engorged and that I would not be able to remove this contraption for almost the next month, and who knows how long after that. I hadn’t expected this but then, being someone’s slave meant God knows what. I would have to trust Hawk once he had me, so, what the Hell I thought, and closed the lock, securing my cock in his chastity device. I was committed now, and my cock started to engorge its confines. I closed my eyes and went into a reverie rubbing my new plastic covered cock and falling asleep. I slept really well that night until I got a hard-on in the middle of the night. Ouch!

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    Me in photo taken by my friend Brian to send to Hawk
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:55 am

CUTE STORY AND CUTE KID....
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nobody else will figure out you're faking it.
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by NemesisPrime » Mon Sep 01, 2014 6:40 am

I hope this guy knows what he's getting into. It may seem like fun now but over a few years that feeling may change.
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Mon Sep 01, 2014 8:30 am

Hey, new set of clothes, a new haircut, no bills, wht more could he ask for (grin)
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by mikeybound » Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:29 am

No continuation, no pic...boo.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Sep 01, 2014 1:34 pm

Really great so far! Can't wait to see what this mysterious guy has in store for his new boy.

> mikeybound wrote:No continuation, no pic...boo.

Huh? Did I miss something?

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Lake Lover » Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:10 pm

Nice. And, boy looks subservient already.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Tue Sep 02, 2014 1:23 pm

Thanks for the comments guys, I really appreciate it, especially from long-time writers on here. Here is the second chapter.
The Next Morning—
That thing, the CB6000, had me awake quite a bit during the night, whenever I had a hard-on or turned over and felt the plastic ring around my “crown jewels” constricting my ball sac or cock. I knew I had to go to work at Abercrombie’s but felt like jerking off—but couldn’t. I already felt like Hawk’s prisoner, at least in my crotch, and realized more powerfully what a slave’s life might be like—no freedom of my own. I pulled on the lock and lubricated my cock through the small slits, and felt it grow to the full size within its hard plastic confines.
Damn! There is no way to cum in one of these and I didn’t have a key to remove it—Hawk did. I examined the lock carefully and could see it was probably not a regulation CB6000 lock, because there were no identifying marks on it. Even if I went to a locksmith I doubted I would find a key to match it. I went on my computer and checked different locks and couldn’t find it. Double damn that Hawk—he really wanted me confined for the next four weeks, and who knows how long after that, when he picked me up.
Then I noticed Hawk had sent me a message on Craigslist.
“Hey boi,” it read, “how was your night’s sleep with that CB6000? Think you’ll be able to last until October 1st without cumming? Here are my instructions for today:
1. You must give notice you are quitting any job you have;
2. Inform your landlord or family that you’ll be leaving at the end of this month;
3. Begin the process of getting rid of your possessions;
4. Let your friends and relatives know about your plans for the novel you are writing;
5. Begin writing your thoughts and feelings about your impending slavery, which I may allow you to continue after we meet, and send me a copy of your writing every day, keeping in mind the proper respect a slave must show to his Master at all times, in short complete subservience.
Finally, get dressed in those sweats and stand on the sidewalk outside your place and have a friend take a picture of you, head down. And send this to me. Got it? --Hawk”
Whoa, I thought, inhaling deeply. This guy is serious and I immediately felt the rush of thoughts about what I was getting into—possibly abject slavery—and I would be agreeing to it by notarized contract no less. Would that hold up in any Court I wondered? It would certainly make me a willing 23 year old participant in any activity Hawk had in mind.
I took a hot shower and cleaned up, especially my cock, which I really couldn’t touch directly now. I relubricated inside the tube, added an elastic band around the lock, since it jingled every time I walked, and headed off to my job.
I alternated feeling thrilled, ecstatic, nervous, and apprehensive for the rest of the day. I was almost in a trance at work. I asked for my last vacation days and told my boss I was leaving, giving 14 days notice—so basically quitting almost immediately. That felt good, but I wondered what kind of work I would be doing on Hawk’s ranch? He said I would be in chains, which could be a real pain, but that’s the life of a slave, right? I told myself.
I called my best friend Brian, who was a hairdresser, to come over after work to give me that haircut demanded by Hawk, and to take that picture.
I let my family and landlord know of my plans, which took over an hour on my iPhone. I still had to let my friends know, but figured I could wait to near the end of the month, unless Hawk objected.
It looked less and less like I would be turning back. What an adventure, I thought, or what am I getting myself into? I immediately sent a copy of this to Hawk for his consideration.

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    Picture of me and Brian--before my haircut!

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:59 pm

cute kid Jack --- too bad we get too old too fast !
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by mikeybound » Wed Sep 03, 2014 7:33 am

Glad to see you writing more! And apparently the first pic is suddenly visible. That was weird.
If you don't mind me asking, where are you getting all these pics?

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Wed Sep 03, 2014 6:27 pm

Here's the third installment.
Mickey, I get most of the pictures from blogs, of which there are sooo many these days. I'll send you a link privately and you can check some of them out.
That Night—
Brian showed up at around 4:30 and I showed him the picture Hawk had sent me and asked him for that haircut. If you could see both of us in person we almost look like twins, with blonde undercut styles, real out of fashion, but I don’t care. This haircut will be almost as constricted and major as what lurked in the jockstrap.
“Hey Rich, how’s it hanging?” Brian chimed in giving me his classic fist bump and stepping into my rented room in the bungalow behind my landlady’s house. “You said you needed a haircut, what did you have in mind?”
I handed him a Budweiser and the picture from Hawk, and he took a big gulp and exclaimed: ‘Whoa! This is quite a change for you. You’ve been wearing that undercut style almost as long as I have.”
I informed him of Hawk’s plans but lied, and said I was going off to my uncle’s cabin for a while to write ‘the great American novel,’ and would not be around any barber for a while. He seemed shocked but also understanding. You see we’ve known each other since small kid days and he and I even fooled around once in a while too—youthful experimentation. Brian was a vanilla gay guy though, so I never told him about my BDSM exploits. THAT would really shock him, I thought.
“So, Rich,” Brian asked as my blonde locks fell all over the sheet he placed around my neck, “what’s the novel going to be about?”
“I’m not entirely sure right now but it will take place in slavery days in ancient Rome most likely,” I lied.
“You mean slaves like with chains and collars and beatings and torture?” he asked.
“Yes, lots of slaves all trussed up, kidnapped, put into servitude and beholden to their masters,” I said gulping my beer too.

  Me before the haircut

“Wow, Rich, have you ever had a desire to do stuff like that? I know we used to play tie up games as kids but that sounds severe!”
He was blow drying my hair now, getting rid of the loose hairs. I looked in the mirror and smiled at my almost bald head.
“Nice job, Brian. I like it!” avoiding his question as the beer buzz started to take hold. “Now, could you do me another favor and take some pictures for me?”, I asked, rising and removing my Abercrombie t-shirt and pulling on the sweats and Nikes.
“Sure, where’s your iPhone?” I handed it to him and asked him to step out front and go to the sidewalk, where he took a number of shots. In one or two of them I had my head held down as Hawk requested, so I could send that to him.
We returned to my place, had another beer each and then I decided to ask him a question. “Brian, how would you like to live here instead of at your parent’s house? You could pay the rent and take care of stuff for me?” I knew this wasn’t what Hawk had asked me to do but felt it was only within reason and that way I wouldn’t be giving my stuff to just anyone but to my best friend.
“Sure,” he replied, “I’d love to get away from under my parent’s thumbs and rules. I’ll gladly do it for you, ole buddy.”
I immediately called my landlady and asked her if that arrangement would be ok, and she said yes, as she and Brian were friends. He was, you see, her hairdresser too.
Eventually, Brian had to leave. I thanked him profusely, and then I sent a copy of this to Hawk too. I wondered how he would react. The response did not take long.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Wed Sep 03, 2014 11:00 pm

Love it as it develops and the pics help out a lot too.
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Fri Sep 05, 2014 1:21 pm

Thanks Tony; your encouragement is helpful. Here is another installment. As you may have guessed I am making most of this up as I go along. This is not War & Peace!
Later That Night—
Hawk responded within a few hours. I had fallen asleep and awoke to see his message. It read:
“Boi: Thank you for following most of my instructions to a ‘T’. However, by having your friend keep your ‘stuff’ you have created an infraction, which I will have to deal with once you accept your impending servitude. Hopefully, you understand why I am insisting on following my instructions carefully.
When you do ‘dispose’ your ‘stuff’ make sure it includes all of your personal possessions, as after you submit voluntarily to your servitude you will no longer be called ‘Richard’ but whatever I choose to call you. You have a lot to learn and I am willing to teach you those lessons. Confirm you are in agreement and respond ASAP.--Hawk”
What a prick, I thought. I don’t even know what this guy looks like, how old he is, what the circumstances will be on my slavery and he’s bossing me around already, let alone keeping my cock all bound up already! The ache is my groin had only grown worse, and the plastic ring was beginning to chafe considerably. I applied some Vaseline to it and then some baby powder and it helped—a little.
I began clearing out my stuff that night, and boxed up most of my books, including one my mom gave me years ago that I never finished, called “A New Earth” by some dude named Eckhart Tolle. I guess I was feeling the need to clear my head, which was now getting confused by all of my recent decisions.
It sounded like a bunch of New Age gibberish until I skipped over to the part where he describes the ego. That interested me, and I got to this: “Whenever you are in a negative state, there is something in you that wants the negativity, that perceives it as pleasurable, or that it will get you what you want….[then] you are becoming aware of the ego directly. The moment this happens, your identity has shifted from ego to awareness. This means the ego is shrinking and awareness is growing.”
Could that be what I have been doing for a long time now? I had to give this some consideration and fell asleep doing so, without responding to Hawk. I slept soundly even with that damned CB6000!

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by mikeybound » Sat Sep 06, 2014 12:02 am

So basically negativity and suffering allow us to perceive ourselves and give rise to awareness, and awarness diminishes the ego? Huh.
I'm liking this story so far. Feels almost like an extended prologue. Wonder what the rest of it is gonna be like. I know you can't expect perfection with a story conceived update by update, but I hope there aren't any glaring contradictions or character/tone shifts. That always tends to take me out of the experience.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Sat Sep 06, 2014 3:16 am

[quote="mikeybound"]So basically negativity and suffering allow us to perceive ourselves and give rise to awareness, and awarness diminishes the ego? Huh.
/quote]
very astute observation. Examine the opposite conditions and see if the reverse is then true for them. i'm impressed.
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Sat Sep 06, 2014 3:12 pm

Eckhart Tolle is quite clear when you are reading him but afterwards the effect wears off quickly in my experience and like an old rubber band the mind goes right back to its old conditioned patterns. He had some really interesting stuff on what he calls "the pain-body." I may get into that later, but meanwhile here's the next chapter in our tale of woe and wonder.
Next Morning—
Woke up feeling very good—my head was not confused and my hard-on inside the CB6000 pushed me to attempt ejaculation. I added more Astro Glide into the openings and began rubbing my cock inside its plastic cage, finally cumming after a few minutes of torment, but without the usual pleasurable sensations when your cock is free. Oh well, it was a relief anyway.
Took a hot shower and ate breakfast and pulled out Hawk’s contract of slavery, and read it over again carefully. (See below for a copy)
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"I, the slave number One’ hereinafter referred to as "slave", submit, of my own free will, to MASTER HAWK, hereinafter referred to as "MASTER", and agree to the following terms and conditions as stated in this Contract of Slavery.
Article I
I am a slave and the owned property of my MASTER.
Article II
I agree to complete and instant obedience of any command from my MASTER.
Article III
I agree to be trained in any manner my MASTER wishes.
Article IV
I agree NOT to be used sexually until my MASTER and His slave reach a conceptual agreement.
Article V
I agree and will submit to any discipline or punishment my MASTER sees fit.
This might include, but is not limited to:
Punishment strokes, delivered in any manner my MASTER chooses; Prolonged bondage or gagging in any manner my MASTER chooses; Being forced to sleep on the floor, in chains or bondage as my MASTER sees fit; Confinement in a cage, cell or locked box; Deprivation of food or sleep; Assignment and completion of punishment tasks; Humiliation.
Article VI
I agree to put on, wear, or take off any article of clothing or instrument of bondage, at any time, at the command of my MASTER.
Article VII
I agree to be marked (using a temporary means of marking) or shaved in whatever manner and at whatever time my MASTER sees fit.
Article VIII
I agree to conform to the following behavioral specifications:
I will not sit, lie on or use the furniture without the expressed permission of the MASTER.
I will not go to the bathroom without permission from my MASTER.
I will keep myself scrupulously clean at all times.
I will not get into or out of bed without my MASTER’s permission.
I will not eat or drink without the permission of my MASTER.
I shall never embarrass my MASTER in any way.
I will not engage in malicious gossip or use insulting or demeaning language towards others.
My manner and tone will be that of a slave at all times and will reflect deference to my MASTER at all times.
I will not act defensively when questioned by my MASTER.
I will never interrupt my MASTER, or others when speaking.
I will lose weight or be developed by working out to suit my MASTER.
I will not engage in sex, intimate touching, or engage in any scene without the expressed permission of my MASTER.
I will always serve the MASTER in a kneeling position, eyes downward, and holding the position until released by my MASTER.
I will tell the truth at all times.
I will inform my MASTER promptly if I break any of my MASTER’s rules.
The slave agrees to these articles provided the MASTER does not expose the slave to:
- Hazards that endanger the slave's life, like the HIV/AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. - Legal repercussions
- Of His own free will, without reservation and does so under no coercion, threat or bribe.
I understand that as a slave I have no rights of revocation and that disobedience in any form will result in painful, mental and physical punishment. I, further, release the "MASTER" from any past, present, or future liability in connection with or as a result of this agreement.
I, therefore agree to, by the affixation of my signature, this Contract of Slavery and freely give myself to the "MASTER".
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signature of slave # one / Date
Notary Public below"
Even with whatever I understood of Tolle’s book, the urge to go through with my long-time desire had only increased. I decided to take the “Contract” to a Notary and get it signed that morning, which I did.
When I got back I wrote the above to Hawk and told him I was willing to accept any punishment he wanted to give me for not following his instructions precisely. Now the only thing I really wanted to do was find out more about this mysterious stranger who had taken over my life so completely. I asked him to send me his picture and tell me more about himself and what he expected from me.
It was not long before Hawk responded.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:58 pm

The story so far: Richard, a 23 year-old young man had an overwhelming desire to be a slave and finally connected with a guy named Hawk who seemed to be just right for him. He signed a Slave contract and was getting rid of his worldly possessions in preparation for his slavery on October 1, 2014.
September 8, 2014—
“Boi,” Hawk wrote, “You are doing very well for a beginner in slavery. I recommend against any more ‘playing’ with yourself until we are together on October first. That is a second infraction on your part to my instructions as your Master. You will be dealt with for that!
“Continue getting rid of your possessions and also I must add a new demand: that you send me a picture of your friend Brian and give me his address too. When you are with me I will need to have this in case of an emergency.
“Also, you asked for a picture of myself and more description. I am 35 years old, six feet tall, 200 lbs., and in excellent shape, as you will be also once you are at my farm. I enclose a picture of myself, in leathers.
“I await your prompt response along with a copy of the Contract you had notarized today.—Hawk”

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    Picture of me Hawk requested
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    Hawk in full leathers

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Sep 08, 2014 8:35 pm

Jack, I'm really enjoying this so far.
The photos really do add something and I really like the age difference between Hawk and his boi.
I'm really anxious for October 1st!

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by mikeybound » Tue Sep 09, 2014 6:33 am

I wonder just how innocent and altruistic Hawk wanting to know this stuff about Brian really is. He might be looking to expand his household.
Can't wait to get to the meeting. What date is the story at now?

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Sep 09, 2014 1:19 pm

> mikeybound wrote:What date is the story at now?

It seems to be progressing in real time so far, since Hawk's last message (which Jack wrote yesterday) was dated September 8th. Hopefully we won't have to wait for the real October 1st to come for the meeting to take place between Richard and Hawk.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Tue Sep 09, 2014 7:39 pm

Hey Bondagefreak and Mickey--thanks for your interest. At the current pace it does seem like this is going to be chronological. But who knows, maybe Hawk will arrive early and surprise the two childhood friends. Stay tuned! Our tale of woe and wonder continues:
September 9, 2014—
After getting Hawk’s last message I immediately contacted Brian to discuss all of this with him. He came over last night and I decided to be completely honest with him, since Hawk now seemed to want to get him involved in my plans.
“Wow Rich,” Brian exclaimed after reading my journal entries so far (see above), “I never knew you were so serious about bondage and stuff. I know we fooled around as kids but….” His voice trailed off.
“Yeah,” I said, “as you can see I am serious,” showing him the signed contract that I had already sent a copy of to Hawk, and pulling down my sweatpants revealing the CB6000 still locked securely around my cock and balls. “But I don’t know about getting you involved since I am not sure where all of this will lead,” grabbing his hands as I said this. “You know you are my best friend and I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”
“I appreciate that Rich, but this is an awful lot to take in,” Brian sighed’ grabbing the CB6000 and fondling it gently by tugging on the lock. “What if this guy is some sadistic maniac, you’ll maybe never get out of this alive. And I can’t allow that to happen!”
We sat there in silence for quite some time, and my cock started to swell in its cage. Brian broke the silence, saying, “What if I followed you when he picks you up? I could make sure you’re ok and if not tell the Police where you are?”
“That sounds like a good idea, for my safety, but you might be putting yourself in jeopardy." I pondered what to do now. A few long moments went by when Brian exclaimed, wide-eyed:
“What if we got one of those tracking devices and had it implanted in you so we could know where you are at all times, like they have with dogs, you know?”
“Woof, woof,” I joked, half-seriously. Brian was always the practical one in our friendship and I loved him for that. “So where would I go for this to the vets?” laughing.
“Sure,” he replied, “or we could research it since you have a while before your kidnapping deadline,” he said sternly.
“And what,” I added, “about sending him your picture? How do you feel about that, especially since he will know you are moving into my apartment now and could ‘visit’ you at any time?”
“I guess that’s a risk I will have to take,” Brian replied, “but I think we need to figure out some other precautions in the meantime. Let me sleep on it, ok?” I noticed Brian had a distinct bulge developing in his shorts, so I invited him to stay the night.
“At least one of us may cum tonight,” Brian smiled, as we pulled the covers over our now naked bodies. He woke me up during the night and said, with absolute certainty, “Send your master a picture of me, maybe an old one with a different hairstyle.”
This is all I sent to Hawk, not any of the above conversation with Brian.
“Master: Here is a recent picture of my friend Brian. As you already know he is moving into my place so the address will be the same. Hope you approve and that my friend will not be involved in anything dangerous, ok?—Richard”

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    My friend Brian, a few years ago

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Scottstud94 » Wed Sep 10, 2014 10:10 am

Good for him. Having done what he has (kind of) I know what he's feeling!

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by HumHumming » Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:08 pm

Jack I must congratulate you on this story. Nowadays there are very few stories that I follow on this site, but this is one of them. I really like how it's going so far and the pictures do add a nice little touch.
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:17 pm

September 10, 2014—
Brian awoke early the next morning and immediately began researching human implantable tracking devices. Unfortunately, all of the ones tried so far had caused cancer in lab animals. So he located a watch device that could act as a tracking device. It is called the “GPS Watch Tracker PT05, a specially designed personal locator for kids, elders, pets, and assets safety. With latest GPS SIRF-Star III chipset, it can work well even in remote areas for accurate location and security. And its watch like appearance is very attractive and useful.” That sounded like a good possibility so we ordered one immediately, with expedited shipping.
Over breakfast, Brian became even more inquisitive about my plans for slavery. “Rich, exactly what is it about being a slave that you find so attractive, especially a permanent one like this?” he asked seriously, his blue eyes flashing.
“You know,” I replied, “that old saying: ‘Stop the world, I want to get off!’ Well, that’s how I have felt now for almost ten years. I don’t expect you will ever truly understand. I’m not even sure if I do rationally,” I said eyes looking down.
“Well Rich, why don’t you do to me what you want done to yourself, at least once. Maybe I could get a better understanding then,” Brian said innocently. “You could tie me up, rough me up, gag me even, and maybe I could see your point of view.”
I hadn’t expected this from Brian. He was such a sweet guy, so vanilla, that I was afraid to even consider such a move—until now, at his suggestion. “Well Brian, I do have a pretty nice rope collection, as well as some gags and stuff that I have used on myself and that I’ve let other guys use on me. If you’re sure you want to try, I’m willing.
Brian’s eyes got that mischievous look, and he replied, “No time like the present. I don’t have to work today so let me be your slave for sure! Have your way with me, I trust you Rich.”
“You asked for it, Boi,” I commanded, pushing him down on the floor and grabbing my bag of “toys.” I pulled out a 20 foot length of clothesline and quickly wound this around his hands behind his back, pulling tightly with each wrap, then cinching his wrists before knotting it off four times.
“Kinda tight,” Brian said meekly, “but I think I can manage.
“Shut up Boi,” I commanded, instantly getting into a butch top role. I grabbed a roll of Gorilla tape and sat on Brian’s back. “Enough out of that pouty mouth of yours,” I said, winding the tape across Brian’s lips, and around his head and neck a full eight times. His eyes bulged at this and he started shouting obscenities at me.
“MMMPPPHHH, UUURRRHH, AAARRGGGHHH!” he yelled as I grabbed more rope and bound his ankles together, cinching this with more knots. Brian began trashing round trying to get loose so I finished him off by hogtying his ankles to his hands, making a tight bow package out of his flexible body.
“You asked for it!” I beamed as I rolled him onto his side, instantly finding telltale signs that Brian was really enjoying himself. He was at full erection, so I slid his cock out of his skintight jeans, causing it to spring to attention. “Looks like my little slave boi wants to cum,” I chided him. “Too bad. Maybe you need one of these chastity devices too,” I laughed.
I wondered how long I could keep Brian tied up this way. I figured as long as he was rock hard it should be no problem, so I took more rope and wound this between his biceps, pulling them very close and cinching these ropes up tight, making his elbows almost touch and wrapped more rope around his chest and knees.
“FFFUUUFFFHHH RRRUUU!” he shouted.

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    Brian hogtied

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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Thu Sep 11, 2014 12:40 am

such is the price of curiosity.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by mikeybound » Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:43 am

Glad to see we're getting some bondage pre-abduction!
I can't wait for that day. I'll bet Hawk will treat him like a flight risk from the start, and take every precaution a kidnapper would.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Fri Sep 12, 2014 5:57 pm

Later that morning—
Brian’s veins in his arms were beginning to pop out, and his apparent pleasure at being tied up seemed to ebb, as his hard-on disappeared. His moans and mmppphh’s increased, and since we had not agreed to a safe word, I figured he had had enough. I quickly unwound the duct tape from his head and mouth, with the last part really annoying him.
“FUUUUCCCCKKKK!” he screamed, as the last end came off. “What were you doing, trying to kill me?” he muttered. “Please untie me, now.”
I did, and apologized profusely to my old friend. But remember, he did ask for this. The ropes securing his feet to his hands fell away and I undid the tight elbow tie also. All that remained were the ropes around his wrists and ankles. He breathed more easily almost immediately. I started stroking his groin, to see if he was still ok down under and, to both of our surprise, he started to swell again.
“So Brian, what’s going on here?” I quizzed him, as his cock grew in size.
“Well, Rich, you are stroking my dick, what did you expect?”
‘I figured you wanted out and didn’t like what I was doing, but this….” I grabbed his rod more tightly, “is telling me otherwise. So….do you want to cum?” Brian nodded yes, so I grabbed the duct tape and tore off a few pieces and reapplied these across those sweet lips, and finished him off. He bucked and moaned and squirmed violently, but his orgasm told me he was really enjoying this, as his sperm went flying up onto his chest.
I pulled the duct tape off, gently, from his lips, and kissed him passionately as his cock pulsed in my right hand. “Everything ok, Brian?”
Brian smiled broadly and seemed to be in a reverie. I gradually removed the remaining ropes from his feet and hands and wiped the cum off his black t-shirt. He fell asleep in my arms.

### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Fri Sep 12, 2014 9:08 pm

well said jack.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.
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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by Jack Roper » Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:29 pm

September 13, 2014—
After, Brian and I had a serious discussion of what he felt regarding being my slave, even if it was for only an hour.
“Rich, it started out fine until you did two or three things: 1. You tied my elbows together way too tight. My circulation stopped and my hands went numb; 2. That gag—why did you have to wrap that fuckin’ tape around my mouth so many times? I’m still seeing traces of it on my face, even after I showered, and 3. The hogtie—I guess they can feel good but my fingers were touching my feet and my back was arching too—it was all too much, at least it was until you undid those things and made it lots more erotic.
“I doubt,” he added, “I would ever allow anyone to do that to me again, especially if they were a complete stranger as Hawk is to you. Do you see what I mean?” Brian’s eyes showed immense concern for me.
I couldn’t maintain my gaze with him, so I looked down at my chastity cage, which was becoming more sore by the day. “Sorry,” I said, “but you did ask me to do to you what I fully expect from Hawk. Maybe….” I paused for a long time, “maybe I should get more info from Hawk as to what he intends to do to me, and what he wants me to do to him. Would that make you feel better?”
Brian held my hands and stroked my CB6000, with my pulsing cock raging inside it. “Yes, it would, and you know I only have your best wishes in all this Rich, you know I do.”
“OK, then, I’ll write to Hawk and see if he’ll be more explicit. I still have almost 18 days anyway, right?”
Brian began to rise and get dressed. “Yup, you do. Unless,” he added ominously, “Hawk should decide to ‘meet’ you before that. He does, after all, know what you look like and where you live. Who knows what he’s capable of?” as he walked toward the door.
“I’ll check back with you later. I’m gonna go and get some nail polish remover to get this duct tape off my face,” Brian shot back at me.
“Hey guy,” I yelled at him as he walked out the door, “I said I was sorry!” He smiled, that broad smile only he could give me. The guy was a great friend, one who I now fully realized I would miss all the more after the end of the month. I immediately fired off a message to Hawk:
“Sir: I realize we have an agreement with me to be your full-time slave. That is to include bondage in rope and chains, gags, punishment and whatever you wish short of extreme torment and whipping. I fully agree to this as it is my fondest wish. Please send me more details as to what you have in mind on a daily basis. Photos would be fine, in fact, probably more than enough. I realize this may be a burden to you but please understand it is just for my peace of mind.
Your slave,
Richard”
Hawk responded within hours with what follows:
Hey Dick: Please keep in mind that you are not my only concern every day. I understand you have some worries and, to that extent only, here are some pictures of just a little of what you can expect. These are all from the internet anyway, but they demonstrate how your daily life may be in a few weeks. Hope nothing here turns you off too much. You have to understand I expect to expand your limits greatly, in ways both mental and physical. To that end I advise you to work out as much as possible in the meantime.
Hawk

  Strait jackets, hoods, and gags

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    Head harness, chains and cages
    Shackles

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### Re: Full-time slave

Post by tony2 » Sat Sep 13, 2014 2:04 pm

nice....
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.
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