A Wild Ride

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

He drove for several long, uncomfortable hours, and a million thoughts were whirling around within my brain. Some were far stranger than others. I wondered what I would do when he told me to suck his c**k. Would I do it? Giving a man a blow job was not in my repertoire of things to do on a Saturday night – or any other night for that matter. That would be the most disgusting thing I could imagine. Then other s****l and perverted acts crossed my mind that were probably far worse than giving head.

Eventually we arrived at our destination. I had spent what seemed like six or seven miserable hours locked in the tiny shipping box. My joints ached from lying so long on the bare wood, and my muscles were cramped from being unable to move, but I’m sure that didn’t make any difference to the guy who bought me.

My crate was dropped and bounced around with no regard for its contents. There were no labels on the crate like “Fragile”, “Do Not Drop” or “Handle with Care”. After all there was just a worthless slave inside. What difference did that make?

Well goddamn it! It should make a difference. I’m far from worthless. The mother fucker just paid $25,000 in cash for me – the contents of this box.

After being jostled around for several minutes, I heard the locks click open. When the top was lifted, the light was too bright for my eyes to handle. I just lay there and waited for something to happen. Finally, I was able to see. I looked up and saw a tall, blond haired man looking at me.

Suddenly he grabbed the side of the box and roughly dumped me out onto the floor. I lay there and didn’t move. My body was rather stiff from being confined in such a small, hard space for so long. I started to straighten out my legs. He just stood there and watched me. He didn’t say a word. I was scared and wondered what was going to happen.

After several minutes he spoke. He had a definite European accent. “My name is Franz, but you will always address me as Master. Is that understood?”

I didn’t say a word because of the gag, but I didn’t move my head either. I remained motionless and just stared into his eyes, waiting to see what he would do. Actually I was studying him. Immediately I knew all I needed to know about the bastard.

With his short cropped blond hair and bright blue eyes I knew he was a German faggot. He had that arrogant Nazi attitude of being the superior race. I doubt if Der Führer would have approved of a gay guy being a member of his elite SS. This asshole would have been lucky to be allowed to clean their toilets.

“I will call you muschi.”

Again I didn’t respond. I just stared at him with defiance in my eyes.

“I am going to remove your leg irons and help you to your knees. That is a position that will be very useful.”

He did as he said. Moments later I was kneeling in front of him still staring into his eyes.

“I have been told that you have a rather large schwanz,” he said, as he nudged my flaccid c**k with the toe of his tall, black boots. “It doesn’t matter. It is of no use to you anymore. You will never jerk-off or f**k some little p***y with it again. It is totally worthless. My c**k, which you will find is much larger than yours, will be the most important thing in your life. You will suck it every day and be f****d with it every night. You will worship my c**k as if it is your god.”

Slowly he unbuttoned his tight pants and pushed them down towards his knees. I looked down from his eyes and saw a huge bulge in his skin-tight, purple, satin briefs. He laughed as he pushed them down over his hips. In front of me hung a huge c**k that was easily six or seven inches soft – maybe even longer. I swallowed hard as I saw it. The monster hung well below his huge hairless balls.

I shook my head slightly. “Oh God!” I thought. “This can’t be happening to me.”

He reached behind my head and unbuckled the gag. Carefully he pulled it from behind my teeth. I moved my jaw up and down a little and then looked back up at him.

“Kiss it, muschi.”

I didn’t move.

He laughed. “Soon you will beg to kiss my beautiful c**k. Soon you will want my magnificent schwanz in your mouth. You will take it deep in your throat and eagerly lick and suck on it. You will enjoy giving me the pleasure I deserve. And after I fill you with my c*m, you will thank me for it and beg me for more.”

I remained kneeling before him with his c**k just inches from my face, but I refused to acknowledge its presence.

“Soon, muschi… soon.”

He shoved the empty box out of the way and moved back a couple of steps. His hand swung a heavily barred door closed in front of me with a solid thud and locked it. I never flinched nor lowered my eyes from his until he walked away. Then I looked around.

I was in a small concrete cell about four feet wide and six feet long. There were no windows or bed. It was just four smooth gray walls and nothing more. A flood light was recessed into the ceiling above and covered with a heavy metal grate. The door was made of heavy two inch wide flat steel bars. They were woven together creating six inch square openings. Each joint was held together with a thick metal rivet. It looked heavy and strong. I knew there was no possible escape.

Many hours passed, but I never moved. It was difficult to remain on my knees for that long, but I was not going to give in to him so easily. I wasn’t going to suck his c**k or do anything else he had in mind. He may have paid good money to that slut for me, but I refuse to be his s*x slave.

Finally, he returned. I was exactly where he left me in my small cell. As he approached the door, I was still looking at him straight in his eyes.

“You have a lot of spunk, muschi, but sooner or later that will change. Before long you will beg. That I promise you.”

He opened the door and yanked me to my feet. It was difficult to walk, but he shoved me along to a much larger room.

I looked around and felt a bit of panic rush through me. Chains hung from the ceiling and several strange pieces of strange equipment were placed around the room. I knew this was more than I had bargained for. I knew that he would eventually break me.

He pushed me over between a pair of steel posts that were imbedded in the concrete floor. They were about three feet apart and stood better than five feet from the floor. On top of them was a heavy wooden timber. I watched intently, as he released a strong steel hasp and opened the thick wooden plank. Moments later I was standing between the posts, and my neck was pushed into a half circle cut from the wood. The other half closed snuggly around the back of my neck and locked shut. I instantly realized it was a stock or pillory of sorts. With two or three inches of solid hard wood and three inch steel posts there was no possible escape.

I never took my eyes off of him, as he walked over to the wall in front of me. His hand reached out and pushed a button. Instantly the stocks that held my neck began to descend. I couldn’t stop it or do a thing as it slowly went down. Ever lower the evil thing went. Slowly I was pushed down lower and lower, until I was in a near squatting position. I had no choice in the matter. My knees were bent, and I was forced up onto the balls of my feet almost like a baseball catcher’s stance. With my hands still cuffed behind my back I could not do a thing to help myself.

It was awful. I wasn’t down quite low enough to be the least bit comfortable. My position was about three or four inches from being in a full squat. Instantly I felt the pain in my back and a strain in my legs. I couldn’t stand up or get down any lower. This was going to be tough.

He knew my predicament and laughed as he looked at me. “When you are ready to suck my c**k, you will beg.”

He left the chamber and shut off the lights. I was alone and scared. Almost immediately I felt the muscles in my thighs, as they strained to support me. Instantly I knew it was only going to get worse, because I couldn’t move or change my position. It was totally dark, and there wasn’t a sound to be heard. I was at his mercy, and he knew there would be no relief until I gave in to his demands.

My leg muscles immediately started to fight the hideous position. Before long they started to twitch and knot. I needed to stand up or get down in a full squat, but I couldn’t do either. I wanted to scream, as the pain steadily grew worse. My thighs and calves burned. I needed to cry, but I would not give him that satisfaction. Right then and there I told myself that it would take a lot more than this to break me. He was not going to win this easily. I’m not a c**k sucker, and I won’t be as long as I can help it.

After a while I tried to push up with my shoulders and break the stocks from the steel supports, but nothing would budge. The heavy timber that surrounded my neck was solid oak and could probably hold a raging bull.

I tried to block out the pain by thinking of wonderful, happy things, but nothing came to mind. I found it impossible to think of anything except the pain, as my back ached and my leg muscles burned and cramped.

An hour passed before he returned. The lights instantly flooded the room, and his heels clicked on the hard floor as he approached.

“Well, muschi, do you have anything to ask me?”

I refused to speak or even acknowledge his presence. I picked a spot on the wall and stared at it. He chuckled, knowing the pain I was already in by the intense look on my face.

He smiled. “Have it your way,” was all he said.

Soon it was just me squatting in the darkness once more and probably pleasing him with my suffering.

It was getting worse by the minute. An agony spread within me. I couldn’t move, as my body fought the position I was in. Actually there was no fight left. I just had to endure it, as it continued to get worse. There was no end in sight or at least not in the near future, because he left me far longer this time. Tears were streaming down my cheeks until I finally started to silently beg. I started saying to myself, “Please, Master, I will suck your c**k. I will, Master… just please release me. I will do it. Please…,” I begged within my mind. I rehearsed what I would say to him over and over again. All he had to do is come back and let me loose. “Please, Master.”

But he didn’t return. He left me there to feel the pain and want him more and more. He was my savior, and he knew it. He was the only one who knows where I am. He understands that I am his. He can do what he wants to me. I have no other choice.

Probably another hour passed, yet I was still here all alone. I’m not sure. Maybe it had only been another ten minutes, because my mind can comprehend nothing but the pain I was suffering. Finally I cry out.

“Master,” I screamed. “Please Master. I will suck your c**k. Please, Master, I will do anything… I will do anything you want.” My voice softened, as I cried. “Please, Master… let me suck your c**k. Please release me. Please… please… please.”

He didn’t hear me. He didn’t come to help me with my suffering.

The time drifted on and on. There was no relief. I continued to beg and cry. Over and over I pleaded for him to let me do it. I begged and even prayed, but it did no good. Finally my legs refused to work. They wouldn’t hold me any longer. I settled down so that I was only supported by the wooden stock that tightly circled my neck. My body hung on my chin and the back of my head.

“M – m – m – m – m…,” I moaned. “Help me,” I whispered.

Finally, he returned. He laughed as he saw me.

“Get up, muschi. Use your legs and hold yourself up. You are stronger than that.”

I pushed up, as the tears continued to flow down my cheeks. He looked at me and waited.