Jamie is taken Part 1

floor. No sooner had he sat down than the first vicious blow landed on

the side of his head: "What's that boy? I didn't quite hear you," the

man hissed at him. Confused Jamie tried to respond: "I'm sorry, I�" He

didn't get any further as another blow landed on the side of his head.

"Try again, slave. Try hard this time." As Jamie heard the last words

from the man, he suddenly understood what was expected of him. Not only

that, but he also understood where this was going and it filled him with

fear. The vast, and for him uncharted, territory of sexual slavery lay

before him, calling out to him. One of the reasons he had always gone

with older, dominant men, but had never tried actual S&M games (except

for that wonderful beating he had taken, sealed in rubber) was because

he knew that although he was submissive at heart, he also suspected that

he could get hurt very badly in that game. And although submissive Jamie

prided himself with being smart of able to take care of himself; to

avoid injury. Fooling around with older men who took charge was a safe

outlet for his submissive tendencies; a way of feeling the heat without

getting burned.


But it was too late for all of that now. The arrival of the man and his

direct and uncompromising approach had ruined all of Jamie's plans for a

safe and quiet life. The only question that now remained was whether

Jamie would ever be able to go back to playing vanilla games with his

customers. He feared that that time had passed the instant the man had

forced him to his knees back at the store. He had to go along until he

figured out a way to escape. Even if it was arousing it was also quite

clear that the man would love to hurt him; the worse, the better.

But at least he knew what to say: "Master, please Master," he said

keeping both his head and his voice down, "Master, I'm sorry Master."

The man's voice came from above his head: "Better, boy. Much better."