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Josh was bored. It was the summer before his senior year and he wanted some excitement. He had turned 18 and wanted something more than the same routine everyday. He was working as a lifeguard at the local pool. He would get up every morning, go to swim practice than go to work. Sometimes he would hangout with friends but usually he would come home, watch TV or surf the net. He lived with his mother whom traveled often so most nights he was alone. Looking for some adventure on the net, his taste for something different lead him to seek out fringe sites. His favorite were the gay bondage Josh loved to play games of submission in his head. Just games, he told himself, as he surfed and stroked his cock, nothing serious.
One night in the end of June, he was reading a bulletin board when he came across a posting that would permanently change his life. The posting was a fantasy/manifesto of an Asian Master who believed that in submission of all white boys. Josh's dick grew hard as he read about the slave tattoo that he would be given and grew more excited as he read on about how he would be owned, collared, penectomized and treated as property whose sole purpose in life was to pleasure his Asian Master. He read the posting over again as precum stained his shorts and his body began to shake with sexual excitement. He clicked a link on the bottom of the posting and his screen filled with the Master's vision. There before him was a picture of a guy about his age, sucking his Master's cock. Josh just stared at the picture, the boy had no cock. His balls hung for his hairless body below a perfectly smooth crouch. Josh shot his load. The orgasm gave Josh brief relief. He saved the posting and picture to his hard drive and went to change his pants. He quickly returned to his computer and reloaded the saved message, his cock again growing as he read the posting, masturbating twice more before going to bed. That night Josh dreamed of his life under the Master. He awoke in the morning and immediately re-read the posting and masturbated again. All the day wore on the image of the boy sucking the Masters cock would not leave his head, his cock stayed hard constantly. At work he had to keep a towel in his lap as that his speedo's did nothing to hide his erection. On the bus home he had to keep his bag in his lap to hide the growing precum stain in his pants. As soon as he returned home he read the posting again, masturbating several times before going to bed. As he lay in bed he thought of the boy in the picture, jealous that the boy was lucky enough to be owned by such a Master. He fell asleep again dreaming of life in the Masters world. The next morning Josh read the posing again. This time he made a committed to himself although he was not owned, he would follow the Masters rules. From that day on, Josh did not masturbate because the act pleasured himself, not his Master. He shaved off what little body hair he had and kept himself perfectly smooth. At home, whenever possible, he remained naked and then when dressing he wore only the minimum amount of clothing necessary which usually meant wearing nothing but his swimsuit to work and training. Josh followed the rules for the rest of the summer. As his senior year started, he was growing frustrated. He had not masturbated in two months, he dreamed constantly of life under the Master. Some nights the dreams were so vivid that when he awoke in the morning his sheet were wet with the load he shot in his sleep. His life, he decided would not be complete until he found his Master. That night he returned to the bulletin board to begin his search. The Master had not posted anything for several months so Josh joined and posted his story hoping that the Master would read it and contact him. Josh searched the web for months but found only impostures. Josh had all but given up hope when a message appeared in his inbox. "Still Looking for Me" was the subject but there was no text in the body only an attached jpeg. Josh opened the file. It was a picture of the same boy from the original posting . This time he was standing naked with a steel collar around his neck, covering his crouch with a French newspaper. Josh stated at the paper he read the date and realized that the picture was taken the day before. Excited that he had finally found the Master, he clicked replied. Josh waited three days and sleepless nights for a reply. Finally one came. The Master asked about Josh and requested a recent photo.. Josh replied providing the required information and photo then waited for a reply. Over the next several months, the Master and Josh continued to correspond. The Master tested Josh's loyalty and commitment by requiring Josh to complete a number of tasks and culminating with a request that Josh have all his body hair permanently removed. Josh never hesitated to do whatever he was told. Finally, in March, the Master set up a meeting with Josh. "Tell your mother you are going to Mexico for Spring break, a ticket and instructions will be arriving by mail" A few day's latter the package arrived. Josh ran to his room and opened the box. Inside were the plane tickets and a letter from the Master. The letter restated the Master's vision and concluded with the statement "Josh, by accepting this trip, you are accepting my vision. If choose you, I will begin your alterations immediately. Once you arrive you will have no choice but to become my property if I choose." Josh began packing his bag. By the time Josh landed in Mexico, it had almost ten months since he had originally read the mater's vision and almost that long since he had his last orgasm. A limousine picked him up at the airport and dropped him off at his hotel. As he waited in his, he felt all that pent up sexual feeling was about to burst. He waited several hours and was beginning to worry that something was wrong when he received a phone call. The voice at the other end of the phone told Josh that a car would pick him up in the morning. The car arrived at 9:00 am and dropped Josh off in front of a bungalow far outside the city. He rang the bell, and a voice on the intercom told him to walk around to the side of the house. The door was open and Josh walked in. He stood up and looked around, his eye meeting a the eyes of a familiar face. The face of the boy in the pictures. The face of the Master's slave. . Before him was a beautiful boy wearing nothing but a thin steel collar. Evenly tan from head to toe, the boy lacked any indication of a tan line. Other than his head, his body was entirely free of hair. Across the left portion of boy's chest was a the word "Slave" tattooed in large blue letters, but Josh's eye's fell to boy's crotch, which was entirely smooth from his navel to his smooth ball sack hanging between his legs. "Still ready to join me?" the slave asked. Josh, mesmerized could only nod yes. "Josh," the slave said "my name is Jean.." "Please remove all your clothing and come with me". Josh complied, his cock bursting out of his fly as he removed his pants. Pre-cum dipped from Josh's cock leaving a thin line like a spiders web from his cock to the floor . "Jean," Josh said. But Jean held his fingers to his lips indicating that Josh was not to speak. Jean lead Josh down the hall in the kitchen. "On your knees" Jean said as he dropped. Josh followed Jean's example by falling to his knees, placing his hands behind his back and bowing his head. He stared at the floor, resisting the urge to look up when he herd a door slide open and footstep on the floor. The footsteps stopped in front of Josh. A black swimsuit fell to floor. Josh looked up seeing his Master for the first time. The Master was tall , tan with short hair and a swimmers body. Josh looked in his eyes and felt the Master's power. Instinctively Josh placed his Master's dick in his mouth. A warm salty liquid began to fill Josh's mouth. He was able to swallow the first but as the stream grew the piss began to flow out of his mouth and down his chin. When the Master was done, he removed his cock from Josh's mouth and spoke to Jean. "Bath, slave". Jean followed the Master out of the of the kitchen leaving Josh alone. Jean returned and lead Josh to the hall to a large room in the back corner of that house. There in the center of the room was a table number of leather straps attached. "Lay down" said Jean. Josh, as if in a dream, complied laying on the bed and placing his legs in the stirrups sticking out of the table. Jean began buckling the straps and soon Josh was unable to move. Beginning to panic, Josh opened his mouth only to have Jean shove in a ball gag. "Relax" said Jean "the Master has chosen you, soon you will have the honor of joining me in service to our Master". The reality of the situation seized Josh was suddenly having second thoughts. "This has gone to far" he thought as he began to struggle. Jean stroked his head. "Don't worry the Master will soon be here" Out of the corner of his eye Josh saw a figure in the doorway. "Welcome, Josh, I am glad you have decided to join our little family". The Master walked over and stroked Josh head. Something about his presence made Josh a little less fearful. Josh felt a pin prick and then his butt went numb. The Master picked up some sort of electric iron. "Josh you are about to become my property" the Master said he branded Josh with the initials MS. "The doctor will be here soon" the Master said as he put down the iron and sat down Jean fell to his knees and began to suck the Master's cock as they waited. There was a knock at the door. Jean left and returned with doctor. Josh stared at the ceiling while the doctor unpacked his bag and Jean covered Josh's dick with antiseptic. "It is going to happen" thought Josh. He felt happy and incredibly excited., prcum leaked from his soon to be amputated cock. The doctor injected Josh with an anesthetic. Josh felt his genitals go numb and suddenly the fear came back. "Don't worry said that Master , "it will not hurt." Jean placed a pillow under Josh's head so Josh would have perfect view of up coming operation. The doctor inserted a catheter into Josh's cock and stepped back. The Master took Josh's cock in his hand and slowly cut through it with a scalpel. Josh could not believe what he was seeing. When he finished cutting, the Master slid the remains of Josh's cock off the catheter and threw it in the trash. "Finally in the garbage where it belongs" the Master said "the go to sleep and the doctor will finish. With that the doctor injected something in to Josh's arm and he fell asleep. Josh awoke with a start, no longer bound, he moved his arms and examine his bandages. He could still feel his balls but nothing else. A catheter ran from his new piss hole between his legs. His fantasy had become reality. He was no longer afraid but relieved that he had found his Master. Jean caressed his head. "Good morning brother" said Jean. Jean helped Josh out of bed so he could look at himself in the mirror. He could not believed what he saw. Across his left breast was the word slave tattooed in big blue letters. He turned sideways and saw the letters MS burned in his flesh. And he faced the mirror there was nothing but a thin line where his dick used to be. The Master walked into the room and told Josh to follow him.. He took Josh to the garage where a man was waiting. As Josh kneeled before the Master, the man placed a thin metal collar around Josh's neck and welded it close. The Master lead Josh back to house then dropped his pants. Josh took his Master's cock in his month and started sucking. He worked his Masters cock slowly trying to give the Master the most pleasure possible. When the Master came, Josh proudly swallowed all of his Master's load felling complete for the happy for the first time. Later that night a blazer carrying two large kennel's arrived at the hanger at the local airport. An Asian man watched as the kennels were loaded on to the plane bound for France. The cargo handler thought the man only had one kennel when he arrived but the cargo handler was not sure. Epilogue: The paper carried a story about a local high school student who disappeared while in Mexico. Witness said that the boy had gotten very drunk and fallen off a pier. The body was never found.
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