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I made it to Christopher’s in record time and we were now seated in his den. I couldn’t stop staring at the folds of his blue jeans. “My shoes are tight. Craig, I want you to stand and remove your jeans.” I did. “Good. I see that you’re wearing white briefs. That’s a good boy. Now sit down again. I am going to count 3 and you will awaken and never notice that you have removed your jeans. You will feel perfectly relaxed and natural. It will not strike you that you are not wearing pants. Understand?” I nodded my head. “Good boy. 1...2...3. So, are you comfortable?” “Yes. All ready to go.” Christopher smiled. “Let your mind clear and your body relax. My shoes are tight. Craig, do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.” “Good. What did we say?” “Every time I touch myself I want to drink your cum.” “Good boy, Craig. Do you like it when I call you a good boy?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. Now, Craig, I am going to add another rule. You are not allowed to cum without permission. You must have permission to cum. Say it.” “I must have permission to cum.” “Good. You see, Craig, I am going to own your dick. You will not cum without permission. Only bad boys cum without permission and you want to be a good boy. Say it.” “I want to be a good boy.” “Good boys need to be told what to do. They like to follow instructions. Your instruction is to think of drinking my cum when you touch yourself, but not cum without permission. Before long you won’t even be able to get an erection without begging for my permission first. But all in good time. Do you understand everything I have explained so far?” “Yes, sir.” “That makes me very happy, Craig. You like to make me happy, don’t you?” “Yes, sir.” “Good. Now tomorrow evening you will call me again. And you will continue to follow all instructions I have given you. Put on your pants, Craig.” I did. “1...2...3.” * * * I went home feeling incredibly turned on that night. I started to jerk myself off, but I couldn’t get the idea of giving Christopher a blowjob out of my head. Eventually I dozed off. The next night I was back at Christopher’s house. He seemed pleased I had called him. We sat in the den and he told me to clear my mind. “My shoes are tight. Craig, how do you feel today?” “Good.” “That’s good. Do you feel aroused?” “Yes, sir!” “Craig, have you ever been tied up?” “No, sir.” “Have you ever thought about it? The truth!” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy! Craig, this is a new rule for you. From now on you will find yourself particularly aroused by the thought of bondage. You will fantasize about being tied up or tied down. You will long for the feel of rope or chains against your skin. You will crave being tied up. Say it.” “I will crave being tied up.” “Good boy. Have you cum?” “No, sir.” “Good boy. You must have permission to cum. You will find that the more control you surrender, the more aroused you will become. You like having me control you, don’t you?” “Yes, sir.” “That’s a good boy. You will like being tied up by me too. And having to beg me to cum. You will beg for my dick in your mouth and plead to have me inside you. You will beg to be my slave. Now, Craig, as usual you will not remember any of this when I count 3, but your subconscious mind will follow all instructions. 1...2...3.” * * * Wednesday night Christopher was busy so I stayed home. I put on TV but my mind kept wandering. I wondered if he would tie me up, or handcuff me to the bed. I wanted to taste his man-juice and shoot my own load. I started stroking myself, but it didn’t help. It just made me want him more. Jerking off wasn’t going to do it. I needed Christopher. * * * Thursday I was really horny. And I hate that word. But it described my every thought. After dinner I arrived at Christopher’s. “My shoes are tight. How do you feel tonight, Craig?” “Horny.” “Good boy. I bet you haven’t cum in a week. You must be ready to explode. Well, we’ll see. First I have a very important question for you that I want you to answer. What’s your name?” “Craig.” No, that is not you name. What’s your name?” “Craig.” “No. Are you a good boy?” “Yes, sir.” “Did you know that all good boys have the same name? Do you know what that name is?” “Craig?” “No. All good boys are called Slave. And you are a good boy, right?” “Yes, sir.” “Then what is your name?... What is your name, boy?” “...Slave?” “Yes. Good boy! Your name is Slave.” “My name is Slave.” “Yes! Now what do all slaves have? Do you know, Slave?” “No, sir.” “All slaves have someone who owns them. He tells them what to do and when to do it. Do you know who that person is?” “No, sir.” “That person is the slave’s master. Do you have a master?” “No, sir.” “Are you a slave?” “Yes, sir.” “Do you have someone who tells you what to do?” “Yes, sir.” “Who is that person, Slave?” “You, sir.” “Do you know who I am, Slave?” “Master?” “Good boy, Slave! I give you permission to cum.” My dick twitched and erupted in my tighty-whiteys. “Slave, when I count 3 you will awaken. And it will not seem strange to you that you are sitting in cum-soaked briefs. You will feel happy, although you will not know why. But your subconscious mind will know it is because you are a slave and you’ve found your master. 1...2...3” * * * Friday night I was back on Christopher’s couch. “My shoes are tight. How do you feel, Slave?” “Good.” “Okay. I am leaving tomorrow morning for a weekend trip. I will be back on Monday. So, for this weekend I have a special treat for you. Although by Monday you may not think of it that way. You are going to jerk off as many times as you can. Say it.” “I will jerk off as many times as I can.” “Good boy, Slave. You will cum as many times as you can. Your briefs will constantly be wet. They will become stained from the loads you dump in them. You will constantly stroke yourself. Your cock will be hard and red. You will cum and cum as many times as you can all weekend. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” “While you are stroking yourself you will think of your master. You will be happy about being a slave. You will fantasize about being tied up, or chained. You will think of ways to try to please your master. Say it.” “I will think of ways to please my master.” “Good boy, Slave. You will find that stroking yourself is the only thing you want to do as soon as I count 3. It will seem completely natural and you will enjoy it. Most of all nothing can make you stop and each time you cum you will know you are pleasing your master. Do you understand, Slave?” “Yes, sir.” “And do you want to please your master?” “Yes, sir!” “Good. 1...2...3.” * * * The entire weekend was a blur. Images of me in leather, or tied to a chair, or taking my master’s cock crossed my mind. My cock ached, but not with wanting to cum. I was so sore I could hardly walk. I couldn’t stop jerking off. It was like my hands were compelled to stroke my dick, no matter how much it hurt. And it did hurt. I have never been this big of a sex fiend before. Why all of a sudden did my cock have a mind of its own? No matter what I did I couldn’t stop touching myself. In bed, in the shower, watching TV, eating, my left hand never seemed to leave my lap. And as much agony as it was each time I came, though it was lee and less, it felt more and more intense. I knew what I was doing was right. And that made me happy. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted Christopher to do to me and that would just start the whole thing over again. * * * Monday when I arrived at Christopher’s he invited me to have a seat. I was still stroking my self constantly. “My shoes are tight. Slave, I see that you are following my instructions. Let me see your underwear.” I stood and removed my pants. “You were a good boy this weekend. Those briefs are no longer white! You may remove them now.” I stepped out of them and continued to stroke my stiff cock. “Hand them to me. I did. “Good, Slave. I bet you’re sore. Well, don’t worry. You may stop stroking yourself now.” My hand fell to my side. “You can no longer cum without permission. Say it.” “I can no longer cum without permission.” “Something tells me, boy, that you won’t want to cum for a few days.” Christopher laughed. “As a reward for your behavior I am going to make you forget the pain you are feeling. As you listen to my voice you will notice that the feeling of pain and discomfort you feel in your cock is fading and being replaced by a cool and pleasurable feeling. By the time your cock is hanging limp you will no longer notice any discomfort. Your cock is going limp now. How do you feel?” “Good, Sir.” “That’s my good slave. Now put on your pants.” I did. “When you arrive home you will shower and go about your routines without noticing you have removed your briefs. I am going to keep these as a souvenir. And we are going to have quite a week coming up. 1...2...3.” To be continued in Part 4...