It all began on Fab Guys. I agreed to meet a guy after some chit chat and as arranged I arrived on time at a car park in a secluded area outside town. Before I knew what was happening, the passenger door opened and a tall rugged man jumped into the seat beside me. With no introduction, he told me to undo my trousers and pull them down. 'Show me your cock cage bitch' he commanded. Shocked but turned on, I did as I was told and undid my belt, unzipped my flies and slipped my jeans and underwear down far enough to show the pink cock cage I had attached earlier that morning. 'Unlock the padlock faggot' he demanded and I fished around until I located the key in one of my jeans pockets. Trembling, I undid the padlock and sat back. 'From now on, you will either refer to me as Master, or Sir'. 'You will do everything I tell you without question, or there will be consequences'. 'Do you understand me faggot?'. 'Yes, Sir' I responded immediately. 'Hands behind your head bitch' he rasped and when I complied, he quickly removed the padlock from my cage and replaced it with another one which he produced from his coat pocket. 'Okay, let's go faggot' he demanded . 'May I pull up my underwear and jeans please Sir?' I enquired, which was met with a swift slap to my cheek. 'I told you already faggot, you will do as you are told. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand!?' 'Yes Sir', I blurted out quickly. 'Sorry Sir'.
I drove, following Sir's instructions and we soon arrived at a house in an unfamiliar part of town. 'Wait here until you see me go inside, then come to the front door' my new Master said and let himself out of my car. Before heading to the house he came to my side of the car and motioned for me to wind down the window. As I did so, he snatched the keys from the ignition and walked purposefully to the front door and let homself in. I waited a further 30 seconds then walked down to the house, trying desperately not to allow my jeans and underwear, which were precariously pulled halfway up and halfway down my legs, to slip any further. My phone pinged a few moments later with a message to say 'go round to the back door'. I did as instructed and went through the back gate to the rear of the property. The garden was lovely, mainly laid toawn with a neatly kept pathway with a flower border leading to a table and chair set under a mature oak tree right at the far end. I turned and went up a couple of steps onto a decked area and was just about to knock on the back door when my phone pinged again with another message. 'Strip naked and put your clothes into a pile'. I did as instructed but felt vulnerable standing outside the back door of an unknown house stark naked, except for the pink chastity device attached to my cock. |
