Betrayed Part 1

Author: Trillimar
Title: Betrayed: Part 1
Date: 17 June 2006

Betrayed Part 1 by Trillimar (kmhs73@yahoo.com)

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BETRAYED: PART 1

I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but I had no choice. As I was tied down so severely to the kneeling bench I barely could move a muscle. This was how my master liked me, especially now as he is lubing my ass some more. He kept working the thick dildo in and out more and more. He has only started too. I see the other dildo lying on the floor right in front of my face. Master likes me knowing what is coming, so I could be prepared, and so I could feel the anticipation mixed with fear and lust. He kept working the dildo in my ass some more. He shoved it all the way in ad moved forward and picked up the other one.

This extra dildo wasn’t any thicker than the dildo in my ass. It wasn’t any longer either. He slowly pulled out the old dildo till only its tip was inside my ass and then I felt the tip of the second dildo. Then all I felt was pressure. Then all I saw was stars burning before my eyes. Slowly he kept adding pressure. Slowly I felt both dildos invading my ass. I never thought it was possible. He still kept pushing. My ass was on fire.

Eventually they were sunk all the way in. The pre-cum leaking out of my cock confirmed that he hit right the right spot. He then pulled out one dildo till it was almost out. The he started pushing that back in while pulling out the other, slowly pounding my ass with alternating cocks. Once my breathing became regular again, Master quickly picked up the rhythm again, taking the wind out of my lungs. Faster and faster he went.

I had never had an anal orgasm before but I was getting close. I was so close and then I erupted over my hand—over my chest. The chat window was still before me, recording my fantasies and sharing them with Master Derek. I had another cyber encounter and was actually in a good mood, because this would be the last time for cyber.

I had known Master Derek for quite some time. We had chatted on line and on the phone for almost a year. We talked about our fantasies but also about everyday things that did not involve erections. I really had begun to trust him and we began to make arrangements to meet in the flesh.

Preparations began about a week before going to visit him. Cum control began and there was lots of it. I was not allowed to cum during this time, by his order. However I was ordered to go online everyday after work, and roll a die in front of my web cam. Then I was supposed to masturbate that many hours in front of my cam, which my master had already logged on to. I then had to in roll the die again, which would correspond to a size of dildo. One was for small and six was for large, although, my smallest dildo was not that small. I would then have to insert it and then go directly to bed, chaining my hands and feet to the bed, although they were not locked so I could get in and out of them on my own. There was a cam set up over my bed watching me there as well. So Sir Derek would know if I followed his directions.

Well the first night was starting off well. I came home from work and the gym, then made and ate dinner. I was in front of the cam naked by 6 o’clock like I was instructed. I rolled the die. It came up 3. Well I could stroke for three hours. The hours flew by and although I had cum close to cumming a few times. I found it easy to control myself. I was equally relieved when I rolled the die again and it came up as a 3 again and I only had to wear a medium size plug.

It got worse the next day. I foolishly was excited to roll a one the first time for masturbating. That wasn’t bad at all, but then I rolled a five for my plug and had to wear that for hours. Since I was going to be going to bed at 7, it would be in me for 12 hours, just lying in my bed and staring at the feeling. Of course, I could still feel the plug but that didn’t help because I wouldn’t be able to touch my cock..

Well this continued for the week, my cock was getting raw from stroking, my ass was twitching from being stretched and I was completely overcome from being constantly horny and on edge.

I was incredibly relieved after work on Friday knowing that I would not have to return for a month. Saving up vacation time does have its privileges.

Well the rules changed when I got home. I had an afternoon flight on Saturday and had plenty of time. However I was increasingly becoming hungry since I had been fasting since the night before. Following orders, I took the first of several high colonics and gave myself an enema.

Master Derek insisted I be empty and clean. I was to submit my body to him completely naked bearing nothing, inside and out and this was part of the process. Moreover there was to be no masturbation and no dildos tonight. I had been ordered to purchase a notebook (like those old black and white notebooks) and fill it as much as I can with my deepest and darkest fantasies and drawings. This was so I could empty my mind as well and place it in the notebook which I would then gift to Master. Not just my fantasies but my desires themselves. This was new for me, but Master Derek insisted, and since I already had a week of stimulation the stories I placed in the notebook were many and varied. Part of the orders was to not sleep but continue to fill the notebook throughout the night. It became hard late at night. My mind wandered a lot and I was beginning to have trouble focusing. Moreover I was increasingly wanting to touch my cock, but I also wanted to please my Master, and never quite sure if He was watching from the ever present eye of the web cam, I instead busy converted my perversions into words and art

Around noon the phone rang. It scared me, because I had not realized so much time had passed. Master called to remind me to shower, to give myself my last enema and to get dressed for the airport.

I got dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. I only had my notebook with a pen tucked in its cover, along with my tickets and passport. I also had my wallet for id. But essentially I was traveling with as little as possible. The flight was actually a surreal adventure, since I was still only allowed to drink water and was completely sleep deprived. I was still working on my notebook and got a couple of strange looks when someone saw some of my sketches, but they were more ashamed about looking at them then me having them.

Well by the time I arrived in was Sunday morning in the Netherlands. Luckily customs did not take long, but I got very strange looks going through customs without anything to declare, but as soon as I went through those heavy doors I took one free breathe glad to be done with my travels, and then took another quick intake of air, because there He was waiting for me. Master Derek clad only in his racing leathers and holding his helmet. Actually he was holding two helmets. We said our hellos and he thrust the extra helmet into my hands which were still holding the notebook.

He turned without a word and I followed behind him. I relished this opportunity to check out my master. His leathers were silver, red and black and it hugged his package nicely in front and it showed off his ass well in back. His shoulders came together into a beautiful triangle at the waist. If I was still in my closeted vanilla top days I would be tempted to grab that ass and give him a fucking he would remember, but now I just relished in the feeling of my hard on growing, knowing this master would soon be binding me and controlling me.

Just walking was driving my cock crazy as it rubbed against my jeans. After so long, my fantasies may very well be coming true soon. All at the hands of a Master just a few years within my own age, who carried himself with a casual masculinity with short cropped sandy hair.

Well when we went out front, we headed towards his bike which did not quell my hard on. He indicated that I should put on the helmet. I was getting really excited because we had shared many fantasies about blacked out visors and gags within helmets. I was so excited about Master Derek’s control beginning. Ahh, the disappointment I felt when I found it to be just a regular helmet.

Well, we went for a ride on his bike, and enjoyed feeling him between my legs. My imagination even began to explore my top side yet again, and my dick began to rise again. I was getting impatient for something to happen, for something to start.

Well we down one alley followed by another and eventually came to a small house. From the pictures I knew this was home sweet home for the next month. I looked for a street sign to see if it is the right address he gave me, but couldn’t find any.

We dismounted and he waited for me to hand him the helmet again which he placed on a shelf near the entrance to the main door. It was covered porch and everything was protected from the weather and it contained helmets, boots and gloves.

He turned to me and asked with his hand out, “Are your ready to submit your mind to my desires?” I instinctually handed over the notebook.

He continued by asking, “Are your ready to submit you body to my desires?” And indicated I should strip. I did so and folded everything up and placed it in a bag he produced.

I was cold and nervous and was worried somebody might see us on his porch; I was even getting a bit cold. But my cock was rising again. I was ready for this to begin, or so I thought.

Master Derek began speaking again, “We will only have one agreement before we go on. I will always respect your limits. However I will not listen to your voice. Before I do anything to you I will describe what I will do to you. If you get hard, your body obviously wants to experience the scene. If you don’t rise to the occasion I will respect that. If you fly half mast, I will show you the implements that will be used and describe the activity again, and we will proceed if I get your cock’s approval. This is the only rule, and will be last time I will listen to you expressing your opinion with your mouth. If this is not acceptable, I will still host you for the month but I will never play with you. Now it is time for you to decide. Speak.”

I was overcome. My cock was standing at attention, it obviously wanted to hear me agree, and I almost stumbled over the words as I said, “Sir, Yes, Sir!” And that is how it began.