I'm not a sub!

I am not a sub!! By Gothguy25

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. If you are
offended by sexually explicit material or situations, discontinue reading
immediately, and go somewhere else. This happened to me. Thanks for reading.
Please do not reprint without my approval. Copyright me please.

For comments, email me at gothguy25@yahoo.com.

I was never into leather or latex, bondage or masters. I was just a normal gay guy, switching on the gay sex part. More gothic than anything, wearing
clumpy doc martens, black clothes, and floppy longish hair.

Thus said, I was forced into the lifestyle one Friday night by my own fucking stupidness. They say curiosity kills the cats, but it can also enslave the slaves. Here's how i got my first master.

I was hanging in Philly, on a brisk evening. The wind was making the air chillier than my black cloth trench could keep up with it, so I was huddling into it
more and more. I had just left a bar/club called Woodys and was walking around, not quite really wanting to drive home. I had met a few people I liked, and had
exchanged digits, but nothing had been planned for that evening. I went into a Wawa, and grabbed a cup of coffee, trying to wake myself up from my drinks. (I'm
a lightweight in drinking. 2 drinks gets me drunk, 1 makes me kind of tipsy.) Anyways, I was trying to make my way to a subway to get to Market East so I could
catch my train home, (I lived in the suburbs), when I noticed an attractive guy walking up the other side of the street. He had combat boots on, tight jeans, a
motorcycle jacket and pitch black floppy hair. My heart kind of fluttered. I blinked and stopped walking, kind of leaned up against a signpost there, and waited
for him to hopefully look my way so I could nod.

He took seven more steps, walking past an alleyway entrance when something moved. A tall man, all in leather, a hood on too with just his eyes and mouth showing,
stepped up out behind the guy I was jazzin on and lifted an electric zapper to the back of his neck and zapped him. All before I could think to shout a warning,
or to even blink. The guy I liked crumpled to the ground like a sack of apples and didn't move. The tall man looked up the road and back down, and then bent,
grabbed the guy's collar on his leather jacket, and dragged him back into the alley like a dead body. Instantly both were swallowed up in the darkness, and I
could only hear the combat boots faintly now being dragged away slowly from my dreams.

I didn't know what to do. I was frozen with actual fear, sobering up quicker than 10 coffees. I looked up and down the street also. Nobody was there at 2:30 AM.
I checked my cell, but it had gone dead, telling me I must have left it on after I did the last numbers of people, and I just needed to recharge it once I got
home. Without thinking,.. without even knowing, I was moving slowly.. towards the alleyway. My heart was thudding in my chest as I very slowly peeked down the
long dark way. I faintly saw a Van sitting there, almost noiselessly running, with only faint red parking lights on. I knew I had only a few seconds maybe,
before it drove away, but, if I could sneak down and at least get the license numbers, I could run to a payphone and get police on this asap.

Dropping my coffee cup without noticing, and slid into the alley like a scared lil rabbit, hugging the wall furthest from where I figured the tall man was, in
the driver's seat, or in the back of the van with the cute guy. I even hunched down, so I couldn't be seen. I remembered now thinking I was glad I was a goth,
for all my clothes were black, and I would probably be invisible to him. Just a couple more steps, and the plate would be able to be read through the exhaust
fog being kicked up by the running engine. I held my breath and I painfully, and very slowly crept up the last few steps.

Three things happened at once. I heard movement behind me in a doorway. I felt a leathered arm go around my neck. I heard the Tall man's voice, I assume,
behind me. "You think I didn't see you across the street?" and then I felt intense pain in MY neck, as I blacked out.

I slowly woke up realizing I couldn�t move my mouth and I was unable to talk. I felt with my tongue a long penis gag in my mouth and throat. I whimpered without
thinking. I began to explore my body as feelings was coming back without opening my eyes. I was very afraid to look. I felt my arms were in an arm leather
binder behind my back, and it felt like my wrists were chained to the van's floor. I felt nude, except for my boots. My ankles were chained to each other and
the floor also. I was also in a wide collar, which seemed to be chained to the ceiling. There was a very huge buttplug up my ass, which seemed bolted to the
floor. And I seem to notice my legs were spread some, with something tightly keeping my body strapped down on the plug. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to
look down. It was a thick strap of leather tightly secured to the floor, keeping me in place. I moaned into my gag, unable to make any other sound, and looked
up and around. I instantly saw the cute guy in the exact same situation, speared securely facing me. But he was unconscious, his head hung limp, the collar
and chains keeping him upright.

"I see you are awake."

I looked over to the speaker. It was the tall man, holding back a curtain to the front of the van. "You pissed me off, boy. You should have stayed away. I
got who and what I wanted, and you just came along and stuck your fucking nose into something that wasn't YOUR business. You caused whatever happens now. And
trust me, really had only planned on picking up ONE slave. Now, I will make two into my own image of what they will be. Your life is over. All because you
wanted to be a GOOD person. Well, boy, with me, if you are bad, I will fucking hurt you so bad, you will never stop crying. Now, for inserting yourself into
this situation, you will not be knocked out for your 2 hour drive to my home, but be awake to feel every fucking bump in the road in your ass from the plug.
Scream all you wish too." He turned on his cd, and music blasted from 8 speakers all around me. He smiled and dropped the curtain back down. I heard the van
start and we drove off into the night.

Nobody heard me crying into my deep gag, as the road ass fucked my butt hole.

end of part 1.