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Master's New Boy
Authors Notes:
This story is pure fiction and any resemblance to real life people or
Circumstances are purely coincidental.  Though my story may involve unsafe 
sex, I believe that in real life safer sex is the only way to play!

Chapter 5 -Torture on the moors.

After we had both finished breakfast he told me I would have to start doing 
the housework for him if I was to be fed by him. And immediately ordered me 
into his kitchen to wash the dishes up, with instruction not to venture 
further into his house which I thought was a bit strange. After I had 
finished the dishes I cleaned his cooker and wiped the work surfaces trying 
my very best to please him enough to be rewarded again. But Master had other 
plans for me today and pulled out a picnic basket and then told me to fill 
it with the food on the bottom shelf of the fridge.  There were sandwiches, 
crisps, apples a cake and biscuits and a bottle of cola.  Oh we are going 
for a picnic what could be better then a picnic on a nice summer's day. As 
usual I was thinking only of the pleasant things that might happen during 
the day and I was surely going to enjoy the day I thought. Master closed the 
picnic basket and told me to get in the car.  "What like this sir" I asked. 
"Yes of course boy, did I say any other then that Boy" he snapped at me.  He 
was taking me out in public with nothing on except my collar and cock ring 
and my white socks and shoes.  I was horrified at the idea but had no other 
choice than to obey him.  As I got in the car I saw him load something 
wooden and rather large into the boot I couldn't quite make out what it was 
through the door mirror.  He slammed the boot of his Astra Estate closed and 
jumped into the driver's seat and we drove out of the driveway and down the 
street. He had both windows fully down and the wind blew in all around me 
caressing my body, he noticed my cock getting hard again and reminded me 
that I wasn't to cum unless he told me otherwise.

After about forty minutes we were on the Yorkshire moors in the middle of 
nowhere and no one around us.  He took the picnic basket and blanket out of 
the boot and handed them to me.  "Set up lunch over there he said and 
pointed to a flat area of dried mud.  Most of the ground around us was 
covered in heather.  I found it strange that he managed to stop the car 
where there was a clearing.  It felt so free being high up on moors 
surrounded by hills and heather.  I continued to set up the picnic whilst he 
took what ever the wooden thing was out of the car and placed it at the 
other side of the car then joined me on the blanket. We had a really 
pleasant lunch and I found out that he used to be in the Special Forces SAS 
until just a year ago.  After he left the SAS he had set up a special 
training camp to train bodyguards and private investigators.  He told me 
that his business was booming.  He enquired about my family background and I 
explained that I was an only child from a middle class family, that my 
mother was a secretary and my dad was an accountant and he was expecting me 
to follow his footsteps. Which as far as I was concerned would never happen, 
as I was pathetic with numbers?

"Right boy that's enough chatter for now, we have some serious work to do if 
you're going to be worth keeping around"
"Yes sir" I replied.
"That's the attitude Boy.  Now I am going to test your limits today to see 
how much of a weakling you really are Boy" he said
"You will be subjected to pain during this afternoon, and I mean real pain. 
I will not cause you any serious damage or mark your body permanently that's 
not my style, but I take great pleasure subjecting you sub boys to a long 
slow journey of pain and pleasure, and after all you're here to please me 
aren't you Boy" he said in his stern voice that tells you to just agree 
which of course I did.
"Good then let my fun begin" he said grinning. As he took the blindfold out 
of his pocket and placed it over my eyes. Then he helped me to my feet, 
which was such a relief as whilst sitting the dildo in my arse was pushing 
up against my insides.  I was finally given a break from the pressure of the 
dildo, but the break was only short lived as he sat me down again and placed 
my hands behind my back and laid me on the ground I could feel what must 
have been heather brushing under my naked body. Then he told me to spread my 
legs apart but not quite to the point of being spread eagled.  It was at 
this point that he lifted my left foot up and placed my left foot onto 
something made of wood and then he did the same with my right foot.  After 
that I felt something that came down on both my ankles and I suddenly 
realised that he must have put my feet in stocks.  Panic started to set into 
my mind, I was in the middle of nowhere and there were no other people 
around us, he could do absolutely anything he wanted and no matter how loud 
I could scream I would be wasting my time and energy. I could hear him walk 
around me and the fear built up inside me as to what was about to happen. 
Suddenly I felt something touch the soles of my feet, which tickled them.  I 
have very sensitive feet and almost find it impossible to touch my own soles 
let alone have them tickled by someone else I was rolling from side to side 
in a desperate state to try and avoid being tickled but I was in the stocks 
and going nowhere.  Each stroke of what I assume was a feather was measured 
so as not to cause me serious problems with my breathing. The feather kept 
coming across one foot then the other and I had tears of laughter rolling 
down my cheeks and could feel a piss coming on but had no way of telling my 
master as I couldn't speak for laughing.  The intense tickling continued and 
I continued rolling from side to side which caused the dildo to keep moving 
inside me. I tried to screw my toes up to get some relieve but he just 
opened them up and tickled in between my toes, which was almost unbearable, 
then he returned his attention to my soles. It continued and the laughing 
was causing me to getting ever closer to pissing myself, and it did happen 
as he increased the speed of each stroke of the feather I couldn't hold of 
any longer and I shot a torrent of piss up above me and most of it landed 
back down on me so once more I was covered in piss but this time it was my 
own.  Soon as I stopped pissing the tickling stopped. My master removed the 
blindfold and I realised that he had been in the line of fire of my piss as 
his top was wet.  He had an angry look that told me that I was in for some 
punishment.  "Boy you have seriously offended me and you must be punished 
immediately" he growled at me.
"sssorry sir I didn't mean to soak you in my piss" I tried to explain but it 
was no use.  How did he expect me not to wet myself which such intense 
tickling of my feet.
"No boy I don't want excuses I want obedience and respect from my Boy, 
understand" he added in the same tone as before.
"Yes sir" I replied half terrified at what my punishment might be
"You see young ones of today don't know what obedience and respect means. 
You have to be taught it by being punished when you are not obedient and 
respectful, and it is my job as your master to ensure that you are taught 
properly" he explained to me.  I didn't have a clue what he was talking 
about but I agreed with him, as that is what I knew he wanted to hear.
Master then took two house bricks from his car and lifted the left side of 
the stocks up with my bare feet in them and placed the bricks underneath the 
stocks and he did the same at the other side of the stocks.  This raised my 
feet further of the ground and made them more accessible to him. I had just 
settled into the new position when my master told me to roll when he lifted 
and turned the stocks and replaced them upside down on the bricks.  I was 
now lying on my stomach with the cheek of my face against the roughness of 
the heather covered ground. This position was quite uncomfortable as there 
was extra pressure on my stomach and chest due to my secured feet being 
raised up from the ground. To make matters worse I had no way of knowing 
what was about to happen to me as my face was at foot level.

Then suddenly my master showed me a whip and I braced myself for a good 
whipping on my bottom and surely enough WHACK the first strike right across 
the cheeks of my bottom I moaned as the strike cut into me and stung. 
Whack,Whack two more strikes and my bottom felt warm with the pain. Whack 
Whack another two harder then the first and my arse was burning from the 
full force of my master's right arm as he brought the whip down on my cute 
young arse it must be glowing by now.  Then he stopped whipping my arse and 
I was just thinking that my punishment wasn't that bad when I felt a pain 
like no other as my feet were struck with some sort of thin cane like 
instrument, I screamed as the severe pain hit my soles and another strike 
hit down on my soles increasing the pain, then he changed his tactic and 
picked up the whip and in a much more gentle way started whipping my feet, 
at first it didn't feel so bad especially after the cane that had hit them 
first. But he kept hitting my feet with the leather whip and they were 
feeling rather sore. He would do five strokes on one foot then five on the 
other and followed with five on both feet by this time I was screaming at 
him to stop as the soles of my feet were like they had walked on broken 
glass.  The pain increased with each stroke of the whip but there was no end 
insight. He eventually stopped the whipping.
"Now boy you will be obedient and respectful especially to your master but 
also to your superiors, and that means everyone Boy, as everyone is superior 
to a Slave Boy" he said
"Yes sir" I said in a muffled voice from crying with the pain from my feet.
He just left me there until I regained my composure then turned me back over 
onto my back and helped me sit up. Then he knelt down and gave me a gentle 
kiss and put his arms around me and held me tight to his chest, well as best 
he could with me still in the stocks.
"Now boy you see good behaviour gets comforts and bad behaviour as you can 
see gets punishments and pain. That doesn't mean to say you wont receive 
pain when you have been good, because if I feel like giving you a bit of 
pain I will do, but if the pain is for your punishment and to teach you a 
lesson it will be of the same severity as today's understand boy" he asked
"Yes sir" I said confused at what he had just told me.
"You will learn to enjoy a certain amount of pain Boy, in fact it will 
become a part of our Daily routine eventually and you will look forward to 
it" he added.  He was right of course as mild discomfort or spankings did 
turn me on, they always had if I were honest to myself. I've wanked over 
some of the sm stories in the daily tabloids and it has always been a part 
of my fantasies. But I had never thought I'd be living out any of them. 
Maybes he was right about getting used to some pain only time would tell. 
Master proceeded to free my sore feet from the stocks and sooth them with a 
special lotion that he told me he had sent over from china.  The lotion took 
some of the soreness out of my soles, and with his help I could just about 
manage to hobble back to the car.  The rest of the day my Master, was so 
gentle with me that by the time it was time for me to leave I almost forgot 
the ordeal I had endured earlier that day. He even passionately kissed me as 
we left the house and he drove me back to my collage residents.
"I will email you every day whilst I am away and I expect you to be at the 
airport when I return next week I will give you instruction on how to greet 
me later Boy" he said as I got out of his car.
"I'm going to miss you sir" I heard myself saying to him.
"I will miss you to my Boy toy" he said. Suddenly I felt all alone and 
empty.
"Don't forget your all mine next week boy for seven whole days you will be 
under my command" he said in a cheery tone.
"Yes sir, look forward to you coming back sir" I said as I closed the car 
door and he drove off into the horizon.  I was lucky that Jake wasn't in the 
room when I returned it gave me time to clean up a bit and put some 
comfortable clothes on and then soak my feet.  How was I going to cope with 
my master being away for a whole week?

To be continued.

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