Internetted (Part 1)

A young man finds the perfect master over the internet.

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INTERNETTED
by davidg2e
Copyright 1999.
                                                                                                                                                                                                
	I answer to Kyle, but I am attentive to practically any name anyone calls 
me by.  That is my station, and I am faithful to it.  I have a few minutes, so I 
shall tell you my story, and you can decide for yourself if anyone is more faithful 
than I.
	I was eighteen years old at the time of my decision...a rather pretty lad, 
if I do say so myself.  I had curly blond hair, an aquiline nose and a not-too-
prominent chin, which combined for a wonderful profile.  Coupled with blue 
eyes, even, white  teeth and a build that was neither too solid nor too weak, I 
could even have been considered a knockout, and I was gay...and that was my 
only patrimony.  My parents were, otherwise, an unpleasant pair with nothing in 
their pockets and nothing in their futures.  I, an only child was, generally, 
ignored and, when I took to the streets, I wasn't missed.  I was never into the gay 
experience, so never had any gay sexual encounters.
	It wasn't the streets in the sordid sense, but really an escape from the 
grunge of my broken 
family circle.  I managed to get some Welfare assistance and found a very modest 
room which I was able to take by the month.  I spent most of my time in the 
public library, having been graduated from high school, and was able to get on 
the Internet through the tolerance and great generosity of an attentive librarian.  I 
was hungry...for knowledge, for attention, even for love, I guess, and I made the 
cyber-acquaintance of several guys on the Net, and had great chats, with nothing 
more following therefrom.
	While in one of the rooms, I began a series of chats with a man I 
subsequently learned to be Clare Bruttenholm.  My nick was Wiley; his was 
Broom.  It began casually, at first, and we exchanged general information.  From 
there we went to the exchange of snapshots, and his was very distinguished.  He 
is quite glamorous...clean shaven, great face, and with an ingratiating smile.  I 
sent him a snap that I carry in my wallet.  He acknowledged it quickly, and with 
enthusiasm.
	Our conversation began to get a little more personal, and I, being 
willing to talk to anyone who sounded receptive, told him more and more about 
myself, and how I was on my own.  He was very sympathetic and told me more 
about himself, including that he had funds sufficient to maintain a luxurious 
lifestyle, and that he "employed" a number of young men who agreed to come to 
his estate and live there on a permanent basis.  He asked me if I might be 
interested in such an arrangement, saying that he was very taken with my 
appearance and I would be an asset to his staff.  Up to this time, we had not yet 
exchanged names, so I took the opportunity to think about it, saying I would get 
back to him.
	Next time we "spoke" on the Net, I asked him just what my obligations 
to him would be for his charity toward me.  He said some general things.  I would 
be a member of the house staff, and would be available most of the time, both for 
his own use and that of occasional guests.  He asked for no more identification 
but invited me out to his place for a look/see.  With nothing but time on my  
hands, I agreed, and he said he would send a plane ticket to an address of my 
choice.  I selected that of a friend and the ticket arrived in the next mail, to be 
used that evening, which was s surprise to me.  There was a brief note, saying 
that someone would be at the airport to pick me up, and he would hafe "Wiley" 
on a card so I could identify him.
	My wardrobe being what it was, I was able to pack everything in a small 
valise that I had taken with me when I left home, so that I left my rented room 
without any hint of my occupancy.  Spiffed up as I was able, I thumbed it to the 
airport and, in no time, was aloft.  
	Arriving at the airport, I immediately saw a tall, handsome man, plainly 
dressed in black, holding a card with "Wiley" on it.  His most striking feature 
was an apparently seamless ring in his nose, through the septum,  I went to him 
and he smiled, asking if I had any checked baggage.  He nodded when I replied 
in the negative, saying that we could leave immediately, and he motioned toward 
the door.  He walked quickly and I followed him to a large car that was parked in 
a VIP lot.  I caught the significance of the location but didn't ask any questions 
because iIgot the feeling that he was not here to answer them.  He opened the 
back passenger door for me while swinging my valise into the trunk.  I got in.  
He closed the door and climbed behind the wheel. 
	We were soon underway.  The radio was on, playing softly, and soon the 
city was left behind.  The rural character of the landscape was very attractive to 
me, because I had always lived in the city.  It was mid-afternoon when we arrived 
at an imposing gate which swung open when we approached.  It was a long drive 
to the house, which was imposing, to say the least.  It was huge, and when the car 
pulled up to the front door, a man came up to open the door and show me out.  
He was dressed in black, as well, and his clothes were very form-fitting.  
Although it didn't impress me at the time, I noticed that his crotch didn't have 
much of a bulge. He also wore a nose-ring, like the chauffeur.  I saw other "staff" 
people from a distance, and the nose-ring was common to all of them, and they 
were all men.
	I was shown to a room on the first  floor, obviously part of a large suite.  
I noticed that there was a conservatory attached, totally glass-covered, with 
flowers and shrubs aroound the perimeter and a large sward of grass in the 
middle, with rattan furniture.  None of it, however, was exposed to the outdoors. 
and was told that there were clothes in the closet that I should wear to dinner, 
when I was to meet "Broom."  I nodded, and was left to myself.  I cleaned up and 
found the duds.  They were sufficiently loose-fitting so that practically anyone 
could have looked good in whatever he chose.  I was giving myself a once-over in 
the mirror when there was a knock on the door, which opened immediately and 
still another tall, handsome man, dressed in black, with a nose-ring, invited me 
to dinner.  I followed him to the diningroom.  It was large and beautifully 
furnished, and the very long table was set for two.  I was shown to a place and 
immediately there opened a door, somewhat obscured by wall hangings, and 
Broom entered.
	He was as handsome in life as he was in his cyber-shot.  His voice was 
soft, and engaging, and his wit was ready and infectious.  In no time, he had put 
me at ease, and the dinner commenced, with servers running back and forth to 
accommodate our every wish.  I was very taken with his powerful personality, 
and would have followed him anywhere.  Looking back, I think he quickly sensed 
that, because it wasn't long before the conversation turned to what my life would 
be like should I join his staff.  I had visions of being a servant in the style of those 
I had already seen, thinking, of course, about those nose-rings, and how that was 
done, and whether it was painful.  Broom anticipated that and said that all of his 
staff had nose-rings, and that was an essential requirement, regardless of what 
other obligations might be incurred.  He offered my an after-dinner drink and we 
had several, talking all the while about his activities around the estate.  I was 
very mellow and began to like him more and more.  I was sitting on a love-seat 
near a fireplace in the parlour and he was standing, drinking and talking all the 
while.  He suddenly stopped and sat down next to me, very close, and began to 
stroke my hair.  "I love blond hair," he said, his face very in my own.  All I could 
think was how sweet his breath was.  I had never been so affectionately 
approached and I could feel myself hardening.  Slowly, I raised my arm and put 
it around his neck.  He grabbed my hand and pulled it tightly the rest of the way.  
He began to moan, and his eyes closed.  He reached toward me and hugged me, 
laying his head on my neck.  I could see that I had made as much an impression 
on him as he had on me.  I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with him.  I 
often wonder what so overtook me that night, but I never regretted my decision.
	I told Broom that I was willing to commit myself to his service and his 
eyes brightened.  At dinner we had discussed my situation, so he knew that I had 
no one in the world who would come looking for me.  It was not, therefore, 
necessary to notify anyone.  He also insisted that I sign an employment contract, 
although I could tell that I was going to be his private property, so to speak.  His 
sensitivity to me and his concern for my feelings never waned during that 
evening, nor to the present.  I signed it without reading it, although we then 
talked about the conditions at some length.
	He told me about the nose-ring regimen, and told me that he would, in 
my case, be requiring certain other modifications of me, some of which I might 
find quite troubling, but that he chose not to describe.  He offered me the 
opportunity to withdraw from the contract if I wished and he would deliver me to 
the airport with a ticket home.  It was only then I realized that my original ticket 
was a one-way fare.  He looked at me and I looked at him and I knew that I 
would never want to leave him, so it really made no difference to me what he 
demanded of me.  I certainly never anticipated the extent of his demands, and 
they still come from time to time.  What I am going to describe took place over 
several months, and everything that was done to me I have never regretted, 
because Broom treats me so well and we have such a loving relationship.
	The next morning, I was summoned to another part of the house.  
Broom was already there, and he began in a sweet but firm way.  He told me that 
I would only infrequently go out of the house, and that I was now in a section 
that would be exclusively mine.  Servants would always be ready to assist me for 
whatever I wished. There were several rooms, but Broom did not show them all 
to me at this time.  He held me closely and kissed me.  I reciprocated in kind.  He 
told me that there was no set schedule except for the nose-ring, which would be 
inserted immediately.   He also told me that my section of the house was always 
going to be open to him, but off-limits to everyone else, except as Broom allowed 
it, save for the servants who assisted me. In other words, I guess I was to be 
treated as some exotic flower to be enjoyed only by him.  I shrugged inwardly, 
actually flattered that he had taken such a liking to me.  He called my attention to 
the lack of closets in the suite.  He said that because I would be segregated from 
everyone, I had no need for clothes, and that I should not ever wear any again.  
He held out his hand and asked for the jumpsuit in which I was dressed.  I 
complied and he asked for shoes, socks and underwear.  I stepped out of them.  
He took them and handed them to a servant what had stepped into the room.  I 
never knew if that was by chance or on orders.  The rooms were comfortably 
warm and humitity-controlled so I didn't miss my clothes, although I was 
suddenly aware of my nakedness.  I had never given it much thought, but now, 
naked in the presence of one who was practically a stranger, I rather enjoyed 
it...not for the arousal it might promote but the feelling of freedom from the 
encumbrance of tight clothes around the crotch, etc.  Broom looked at me 
critically and smiled, kissing me lightly on the lips.  I began to engorge, and 
Broom smiled but said nothing about it.  He asked me to follow him and he led 
the way to a room that looked like a well-equipped dispensary.  What appeared to 
be a doctor was already there, and he asked me to climb onto the table in the 
middle of the room, which was swathed in white sheets.  There was a variety of 
equipment and several rings of various sizes in a tray.  Broom asked me if I 
wanted to be awake when the ring was applied, because this would be the only 
opportunity for me to know, in advance, what modifications would be done, and  
to be able to watch them as they were being done.  I told him I understood and if 
it was all the same to him, if he could guarantee that there would be no pain, I 
would like to see the procedure.  Broom replied that he had hoped that I would 
want to see the procedure, because that would indicate to him that I really loved 
him.  He was anxious that I should see the care with which the procedures were 
done.
	The doctor smiled and quickly produced a hypodermic with a short 
needle, for subcutaneous injections.  I felt tiny pricks as he injected the margin of 
my nose.  In ten minutes, he took a short needle, showed it to me and stuck it into 
my nose.  I felt nothing except my head being turned by the force of the needle 
against the nose.  The doctor smiled again and produced what I remembered as 
similar to a leather punch, that we used in crafts class to make holes in belts.  
This one looked larger, however.  He placed the jaws in my nostrils and 
positioned them against the septum.  Ordinarily, such piercings are low in the 
nostrils, but he positioned it high.  I was able to see in a mirror that positioned 
for the purpose.  He squeezed the jaws and the punch quickly did its work.  He 
daubed the hole with a styptic pencil and then applied a couple wads of cotton, 
which he asked me to hold, which I did.  He knocked out the plug that had been 
removed and I was somewhat startled by its size.  It was a quarter-inch in 
diameter.  He selected a ring and I was flabbergasted!  It looked huge, compared 
to those I had seen on the street, and it had a split but no threads.  After a bit, the 
doctor removed the wads I had been holding and inserted the ring.  He had a tool 
that held the ring in its jaws and permitted him to squeeze it shut.  He then 
brought out a small torch and some flux and soldered the ring together.  This 
done, he brought a small emery wheel and smoothed the soldered edges.  when 
he was finished, the seam was not visible, and I had felt no pain.  The ring was 
selected for diameter, as well, and when it was inserted, it hung to just above my 
upper lip.  My first sensation was the weight of the ring.  Broom told me, later, 
that it was of titanium, very hard, inert, and it had a tiny number engraved on the 
inside that identified me as belonging to Broom.  This made me feel so special 
that I kissed Broom, and he nearly wept with pleasure.  I was very hard, and 
Broom suggested I relieve myself in the privacy of my quarters.  the doctor gave 
me a couple of injections to prolong the anesthesia, and I left, after which I 
jerked myself into a swoon, falling into a deep sleep.
	When I awoke, I felt a dull throbbing in my nose.  I touched it 
instinctively and felt the ring.  I jumped up and ran to a mirror.  I looked at my 
naked self and the large ring and wondered what I had gotten myself into, 
although I had no wish to withdraw, even if it were possible, which I doubted.  I 
felt the ring, and moved it slowly through the hole.  Even that aroused me, and I 
loved it.  I began to understand what it meant to appreciate the male figure.  My 
breakfast, beautifully prepared, was delivered by one of the house servants, who 
did not speak unless I spoke to him.  I was not dismayed by this, however, 
because there were lots of things in the suite with which to pass the time, 
including books, a piano (which I did not know how to play) and walls of books, 
which I read one after the other.  As I said earlier, I use this to indicated the 
passage of time, not necessarily the time that actually passed. The next procedure 
was announced to me the day before, in the form of a note from Broom that I was 
to eat nothing after dinner and that, instead of breakfast, I was to present myself 
at the dispensary.   I complied, by now at ease with my nudity.  ( I neglected to 
mention that every day I was attended by a masseur and a personal trainer, who 
worked me hard, building up my musculature, and tending to my hands, feet and 
genitals. I had never had a pedicure, and I fairly screamed with delight.  They 
were friendly but dispassionate, and there was never a hint of sexual arousal. I 
was oiled down regularly, and my skin became milky smooth and soft. I looked 
in the mirror when I passed it and, more and more, I liked what I saw.  Broom 
came in regularly, but more to admire than to use.  (I came to understand that I 
was a precious possession to him that he held on a pedestal. )
	When I awoke, I was totally hairless.  Broom came in and explained that 
electrolysis was painful when done in certain areas, and especially when done all 
over the body, so the anesthesia was necessary.  I looked at myself, my pubic 
area, even my ass, and there was not a single hair, anywhere, including eyebrows 
and my precious blond hair.  For a couple of days, the masseur also used some 
kind of depilatory cream.  I never again grew a single hair on my body.  Broom 
later explained that, much as he admired my hair, it had to go for the sake of his 
overall plan for me.  I then knew that we were far from finished, and I wondered 
exactly what role I was ultimately to play in his scheme. 
	I became accustomed to the occasional note, telling me how to prep for 
the next day's procedure.  The nose-ring became second nature to me and I 
seldom gave it a thought. It was brought back to me, quite powerfully, when, one 
morning, I awoke to the clink of chain.  I discovered  that there had been inserted  
a similar ring through each of my nipples. They hurt just a bit, but easily 
tolerable.  I was most taken by the size.  It was necessary for the piercing to be 
placed under the nipple and through the chest skin.  They were also seamless, 
and almost half the ring was always under the skin, so large was the piercing.   
The nose-ring was connected to the nipple rings by a length of chain, which 
appeared non-removable, there being neither latches nor clasps, and the length 
was such that I was no longer able to put my head back.  I could now just raise 
my head to slightly below horizontal.  The training in subservience was about to 
begin.  I could no longer look above Broom except by rolling my eyes.  This was 
a bit of a shock, but Broom was always so understanding that I never wished to 
do anything but please him, and I continued to be served and waited upon like 
royalty.
	I never knew what to expect, and the next session was a real surprise.  I 
awoke (always in my quarters) and felt some discomfort in my crotch.  I looked 
down and noticed that I was wearing a tight jock strap.  I removed it and saw 
three small seams in my scrotum, with tiny, even sutures.  I arose and my balls 
felt odd in their sac, and very heavy.  I grabbed one and it felt hard to the touch.  
I squeezed it, hard, and got no reaction, including any give.  I did the other one.  
Both were like rocks.  Then I knew.  My nuts had been removed and some kind 
of metal balls substituted.  They must have been incredibly dense, and they were 
large in size.  They felt like a pound each and, in the mirror, they looked the size 
of oranges.   I knew, then the reason for the jock, and quickly put it back on.  For 
several days I left it in place, and when the sutures had dissolved, I removed it, 
letting the new balls hang free.  They were real knockers, and my scrotum 
immediately began to stretch.   There was, again, some discomfort, but it passed, 
and I began to enjoy the huge balls swinging to and fro with every step I took, 
even if they were falsies.  I tried, several times, to jerk off, but realized those days 
were behind me, shortly to be way behind me.  The scrotum eventually extended 
to just about mid-thigh and I was continually thankful that it was impossible to 
squeeze them by crossing my legs.When I sat on a chair, they hung over the seat.  
By now, I was quite used to holding my head   
in that slightly downcast position, and it also allowed me to look constantly at my 
extending ball sac.  It finally reached its maximum and that was that.  I was 
relieved, imagining that eventually they would drag along the ground.
	I awoke another time with the same kind of dull throbbing in my crotch.  
Feeling down there, I came upon some bandaging, with a tube sticking out of it, 
connected to a bag on my leg. There was another bag attached to my abdomen. 
The bandaging went around my waist and I got up to look in my favorite mirror.  
Another partial shock.  Around my neck was a seamless metal collar, about an 
inch and a half wide, of the same material as the chain, but it was richly 
engraved, and very heavy.  There was a single ear on it, which would allow the 
attaching of a chain, I supposed, but nothing was ever mentioned about it.  It was 
clear to me what the tube, from the color of the liquid,  and the pouch, from the 
color of the contents, were, and I was in tears, wondering what I had done to 
deserve such treatment.  Broom came in later and explained that certain things 
had to heal, after which these would be undone.  In the meantime, the servants 
even tended to me for these necessities, and I never had to empty either the bag 
nor the pouch.  The inevitable note came and, when I awoke, the bandages were 
gone, the tube was gone, and the abdominal pouch was gone, with a small 
bandage on the spot.  I felt a great relief, which caused me the urge to urinate, 
and I got up to do it.  Walking past the mirror,, I glanced and saw...only my 
pendulous scrotum!  There was no sign of my ever having had a penis!  I was so 
excited by this that I began to pee involuntarily, and it ran down the back of my 
leg!  I squeezed myself shut to stop the flow and got a hand mirror so I could 
look behind me.  The nose/nipples chain prevented me from turning my head to 
that degree.  I noticed a small protruberance just above my anus.  I couldn't 
believe my eyes, but I ran to the bathroom and sat on the commode to finish 
voiding.  My penis was completely gone and there was not even any hardness, 
like a stump, beneath the skin where it once was.  Just above my asshole, on my 
backside, not the crotch-side,  was the small nipple-like tube of skin.  It stuck out 
ever so slightly and when I was standing it was not visible.  I could see, however, 
that it had a hole and that it was my new pisshole. With that done, I cleaned 
myself up and took a longer look, this time, by bending down and looking 
between my legs at the reflection.  The pisstube was evident and, oddly, my anus 
seemed closer to the surface.  In that position, I saw it easily and didn't have to 
spread my cheeks.    What did this mean?  Broom told me, later, that my prostate 
gland was also removed, so no anal stimulation was possible, either.  Although I 
didn't realize it, we were near the end of my ordeal, although I never treated it as 
such.  I still wanted to please Broom because he had shown such affection for me.