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Mark stood by as boy began to row.
"Build up that pulse rate, boy, but remember I want you to be able to talk." The rhythm built up to a steady pulse and Mark let boy get into his stride before he asked: "How do you come to be here today ?" There was a pretty long gap at first as boy continued rowing and then replied: "Immediately, because I obeyed an order." "How did you get the order, boy ?" "Through the Archive Chat Line, Sir !" "Sorry, Mark." Mark let the apology sink in realising that boy had probably been expecting to meet a Master and that he might have been practising saying "Sir !" then he asked: "What were you doing on the Archive Chat Line ?" "Trying to discover about being a eunuch slave, Sir !" "Sorry, Mark." Mark let boy row on in silence for a while; boy was rowing quite hard and would not find it easy talking more than a little. "How long have you been searching on the Web, boy ?" "About two years, Sir !" "How long have you been using the chat line ?" "Only about two months." "Made any friends ?" "I suppose Ive made one good friend and a number of contacts." "And youre here because of one of those contacts ?" "Thats right." "What gave you the idea of being a eunuch slave ?" "Its been gradually developing," boy was puffing as he tried to get the words out..."over about ten years now not with a Master but at least in spirit." "OK, boy, wed better go back and find out when you first started." "I guess in the dormitory at school (boy had been at boarding schools for ten years) the dormitory captain used to wait until we were in our pyjamas and then hed have what he called his exploration session to see how we were developing looking and feeling for signs of puberty, growing cocks, growing balls getting looser in our sacs, pubic hair " "The trouble was that he was an early developer and I was a late developer he was big and I was small " On went the pulse of boys rowing "And he believed in toughening us up with a bit of corporal punishment." "He didnt want to leave marks on our backsides that would give rise to questions so he beat us to redness but tried to avoid bruising or bleeding " In his mind, boy saw himself back in that dormitory under the captains firm control it would never have occurred to him to complain in those days boys simply didnt boy supposed that becoming submissive was taken for granted. "One of the lads was developing outside we used to wear blue overalls with nothing underneath them and there were slots either side by the pockets so it was easy to feel what was inside." "The lad who was developing wanted us to know how he was developing and one day took us down to the woods, opened up his overalls, lay down and wanked himself in front of us." "Id never seen spunk before it was an eye-opener." "OK, boy, what experiences did you have after that ?" "Well, as time went by, most of my friends were developing normally one of them wanted to try me out so one day he took me and tried to masturbate me I got to a point of colourless liquid coming out but certainly no spunk ..." "He just looked at me in disappointment I guess that confirmed me in being a sub." "In due course, I was approached to masturbate other boys and when that happened I always agreed and usually they wanked me in return and eventually I produced spunk." "After that first experience in the woods I used to get out into woods myself, strip off and masturbate in the open air, sometimes using vaseline and then a friend told me about plain soap and a damp flannel it should have been obvious." "And as I grew up and left school I didnt get the sort of approaches Id had in the past and I guess thats where the Web came in and I began exploring slavery I also began exploring shops, and pubs and eventually clubs but I was shy and it was hard enough coming out to myself let alone to anybody else." Mark realised that boy had reached that crucial moment in any gay story the challenge of accepting your own homosexuality let alone coming out to anyone else. "OK, boy have a break, have a stretch, have some water, youve got quite a long way to go." Mark gave boy another pint of water to drink and let him catch his breath. Then he showed him some stretches to do before getting him back to rowing and to continuing his story: "So, boy, youd found the odd shop.." "I was pretty shy, it was like school I didnt want to get caught but I picked up some free papers, discovered guys into slavery, into leather and rubber and realised that I wasnt on my own." "Other guys had feelings like me, feelings about leather, feelings about rubber, feelings about slavery and, in due course, feelings about castration." "OK, boy, so you began to explore.." "Yup, and I began to find a mixture a mixture of fantasy and reality hopes and of course fears I had quite a lot of fear myself." "And many of those chatting were explorers like me." "OK, boy, but you did decide to persevere ?" "And eventually I decided to get behind the words, to get behind the screen and to look out for an invitation." "Then one evening I found this really friendly guy chatting on the Archive " Mark nodded, "Right, and here you are with me you decided to come and, at least with me, to come out. Thats OK, well done boy." "And Im not the first member of the Network youve met, am I ?" This question was inevitable and from time to time boy had wondered how to handle with the encounter with uncle. Mark obviously knew theyd at least seen each other on the train but presumably not about their family relationship. "On the first platform there was someone who stood out the chap you saw ," said boy. "But you didnt get off the train together, boy." "Thats right, I confess that I was a bit embarrassed about sitting with him Id never been in a public place with somebody making such a loud statement in the way they were kitted out." "I was a bit relieved, Mark, to see how you were dressed." "Thats OK, boy, how you doing with the exercise ?" "Its good." "Well, keep it up you arent halfway there yet. Youve done about 180 calories." "Keep going boy !" "So how does it feel now youre here, boy ?" "Well, doing this exercise does give me the feeling of doing something something real rather than just sitting in front of the screen though I guess I am sitting in front of a screen here." Mark looked at boy, puffed and sweating as he rowed on. He let him continue without speaking, let him think as he completed those 400 calories.
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