Solario's Story

In the end, it was easy. A young man, full of the dewy, visceral urges of youth; his lust controlled him... we simply catered to his lust. Gods, he was a beautiful sight - dark hair, streaked with sun, casually flowing down in waves over his shoulders... smoky, soulful mocha eyes that gave away his every emotion, and all the struggles within; including when he finally lost those battles... creamed coffee skin, that darkened to plum in the most sweet and sensitive areas: skin that reddened almost on the touch, and heated with the lightest caress... or the lightest slap.

He was looking for someone to train him, to take him to the place beyond his boundaries; he just didn't know it yet. My Mistress and I caught sight of him at the same time; this being the case, neither could claim first ownership, and thus we decided to share him. He returned our fascinated gaze with a calm one of his own - it was clear we found him edible, but he only seemed to have a little puzzlement in his eyes, as if wondering why he felt drawn to us, like the moth to the flame. He kept looking back with this calm wonder in his eyes, and maybe that was what made him irresistible.

It took some work; but I am nothing if not persistent. Firstly, I noted that he drove a battered, ten year old 280Z; a sports car at one time, now it had the air of one hiding a terminal disease from loved ones. I tracked the plates easily - it's a nominal fee, and anyone's registry is available, it's public record - and found him in Van Nuys, in a small, single guest house.

Over the next few weeks, I discovered that he worked as a telephone service representative for a low-end white collar firm; he was a fledgling guitarist; his girlfriend was not very interesting; his family was far away in San Martine, V.I.; and he had only a few friends from work - apparently, he'd not lived here long... most importantly, as a musician, he loved music. Rock music. I liked that... and Mistress was thrilled.

But I get ahead of myself... this is his story, in his words.

* * * * *

I had never won anything before, so the ticket was a surprise. It was cool - free limo ride to a White Zombie show downtown. The guy on the phone told me that I'd be riding with the other winner, a chick - this didn't go over real good with Caroline, my girlfriend; she was pissed, and hadn't even met the chick yet. Since she was pissed, she cut me off of course; it was okay, tho - everybody talks about sex, but since I started having it, I found out it wasn't as earth shaking as people said. At least, so I thought at the time... I found out that I was wrong later. Way wrong.

So, anyway, the big day came, and of course Caroline was there when this big, black limo pulled up, and she was just seething. The limo stopped, all shiny black and chrome, and the driver stepped out - he kind of caught my attention, like I knew him from somewhere, but he really caught Caroline's attention: He was kinda tall, like maybe six foot or so, long chestnut curly hair and a goatee, black chauffeur's tux, shoulders like maybe a doorway wide; behind heavy black shades, he looked kinda scary till his face broke open in a big smile. "You must be Mr. Cuental," He said, coming over and catching my hand in a hamlike fist. "Um, call me Tony," I said; there was something funny about this guy - not only did he seem really happy to see me, but I got butterflies shaking his hand. Must've been thoughts of the show - and he was totally ignoring Caroline, which was making her pissed. Well, the way she was looking at him made me pissed, so I followed him around to the other side, where he was holding the door open for me. I didn't say hello, good bye, or suck my nutsack to Caroline - she was being a bitch... and, then, I saw who was sitting in the limo with me.

A flame of hair flowed down over her bare shoulders, accentuating the milky sweetness of her breasts; a tight leather mini showed off smooth, creamy legs, and she was sitting casually to one side, so I could see the perfect curve of her ass; a leather strapless v-top clung sexily to her skin, the spaces between lacings giving small views of perfection. I felt my cock harden in my already-too-tight jeans; there was an aura about her that I couldn't resist. I started guiltily, and looked up into seafoam eyes that wouldn't allow me to look away, or lie about how drawn I was to her. She smiled knowingly, looked down at my hardness and back to my face with a kind of approval; I felt the blood rush to my face. "Very good," she whispered.

"ANTONIO!!"

I felt as if a spell was snapped... or at least shaken really hard. It was Caroline, at my window. She, too, was red faced, though not from embarrassment; hearing the driver gently laugh didn't help, either. I didn't know what to do - and I felt a hand on my thigh, gripping me tightly; scarlet nails entranced me, and it flickered through my head what they'd look like against my bare skin. "Be still," She whispered, and leaned across my body to the window. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of him," She said to Caroline, as the window rolled up of it's own accord. And the limo eased out into traffic, leaving my world behind.

"Well, that was fun... my name is Kitten. Glad to meet you, Antonio," Kitten said.

"It is my pleasure, Kitten. Um, thank you," My accent was thick enough to cut with a knife; I get that way when I'm nervous.

"Spanish?" A quick, gentle word from the driver.

"Yes, sir, I am..." I felt a little out of sorts, like a kid amongst adults.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" said Kitten, leaning forward to open a little wooden cabinet. "Don't be; you'll be fine. I can see a lot of potential in you. Here, a drink."

She handed me a shot glass; a light colored liquid was in it.

I worried; my stomach is sensitive, and there are many drinks I cannot handle.

"What is it?," I asked.

The driver's words were quiet, as I was discovering was usually the case, but firm: "Kamikaze, Antonio. I mixed them myself - good for a sensitive disposition, but very strong." Cool. A little buzz would be perfect for the show, and if there was something strong that wouldn't mess up my stomach, I wanted to know about it. I drank it down; it tasted of lime and strong citrus, with just a strange aftertaste of almonds. Very good, in fact.

"So, um... you like White Zombie?", I asked Kitten, with much more than half my mind thinking of what my light olive skin would look on her milky sweetness... I had a burst of vision, the dark head of my cock stretching fine, delicate pussy lips and her face contorting. Wow. I'd never felt this way, really - I mean, I'd been horny, and some good fantasies, but...

"No, I don't. I like you, though," She said. "Huh?" The alcohol seemed like it was already going to my head... why would she be going if she didn't like them? Glad she liked me... hey, wait, what was that about potential she said earlier? Little warning bells went off in my head - I may be young, but I'm not stupid. Or am I? A limo ride to a concert from a contest I don't remember entering? A beautiful woman and a guy... a guy with the same quiet voice as the man who called to confirm that I won?? Oh, shit. This is L.A., anything can happen and will. Stupid, es muy estupido, Antonio.

I turned quickly to yank open the door, and my head spun; terrible, terrible vertigo, but no nausea. Oh, of course, I thought, with a kind of objective clarity, they drugged the drink. Kitten grabbed my shoulder and eased me back against the seat. My head was really spinning now, but despite that, and despite the fact that I was having some sort of paranoid fit, I couldn't help but shiver a little from the heat between us. She slowly ran a hand up my denim clad leg, and over my hard cock, and I could feel a little wetness forming on my skin as my precum oozed out. I stared at her, unsure what to say or do; was I imagining all this, making up a conspiracy, in panic? Maybe that drink was just really strong... I couldn't get the cotton out of my head, that's for sure, and it seemed that minute by minute my mind was seizing up and slowing down. I knew I didn't want her to stop, tho - I'd never been with anyone besides Caroline, and even when I was inside her it wasn't this hot.

"Please..." I said. It was all I could say, as I tried to stay aware of the world - they had to have drugged me, my body was getting sluggish, and I was going to pass out, oh god please let me stay awake long enough for her to rape me or something, I really want it, I don't know why I'm saying please but please say yes back....

"You want me to take care of this for you, don't you?" Kitten leaned her hot body against me, licking and biting my neck.

"Yes..."

"You want to be taken care of, don't you?" "Yes...." She was stroking my cock in my pants... I was trembling and shaking, starting to move my hips against her hand.

"You want me to totally take you, to teach you to be what I want, to please me, to be a good boy?" "Ohhhh... " something about that scared me... I was a man. I was beyond having to be a good boy; men did not need to be taught... but it sounded so inviting... I drifted through the thought of it, and with the pleasure...

"Answer. NOW." A firm squeeze of my cock and balls, fingers strong and digging into the denim; it felt uncomfortable, but good; I pressed hard against the hand, trying to ignore the question. My head was pulled back by a hand in my hair, and my eyes opened - I don't remember closing them... Kitten leaned to bite me hard, the door was open - we were stopped somewhere, and the driver.. the GUY... was gripping my cock and balls... I tried to pull back, but it began to feel so good... and everything was so hazy... and I wanted to stay awake... and I wanted... I wanted so much... I wasn't sure they could hear me, so I began saying yes, over and over and over...

"We know, little one, we know... rest now, and soon you will begin..."

* * * * *

I woke up slowly; just kind of drifted up out of sleep. I'd been dreaming this really hot dream, about being abducted and drugged and raped and shit - pretty cool, I thought...only, when I went to reach down and start jacking off, I couldn't move my hand. I think I handled it okay, cuz I didn't freak; I stopped and thought about things... very slowly, cuz my mind was still drifting in dreamtime.

Little by little, warning reports came in from my body; I was flat on my back on a firm mattress... it was comfortably warm and dark... my hands were pinned apart above my head... my ankles were pinned also, well apart at the foot of the bed - there was no give whatsoever in the restraints holding me, and I was spread eagled. And, yeah... I was naked. I've always been very modest about being nude, about my body... so THAT was when I freaked. I thrashed against the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, screaming for help; after about 15 minutes, my throat was raw, and I just knew it wasn't doing any good. You ever been someplace where there's an anti-echo? Where you scream or talk or make noise and it just gets swallowed up, like pouring coffee into cotton? This room was like that... and I knew nobody could hear me. At least, nobody outside the room.

When I stopped struggling, I heard a soft patter of applause; then Kittens voice saying, "Yeah, it was quite a performance, wasn't it?" and she giggled. I was just about to lose it - I didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was wasn't good; I started screaming again.

"Let me GO, you motherfuckers!! Let me go NOW!" I was bouncing, straining, fighting the bonds on my wrists, filling the air with the nastiest shit I could think of to say, "Get these things OFF me! You can't hold me here!! LET ME GO, BITCH!!"

I stopped to draw a ragged breath, and heard Kitten say in an elegant, chiming voice, "David." And I saw a leonine head, smiling down at me, felt a big, warm hand press down on my chest, and a quiet, masculine voice going, "mmmm... niiice". The pressure kept growing: between that and the bonds, I couldn't hardly move, and it was hard to take deep breaths to scream... but if they thought I'd be quiet, they were totally fucking wrong - as long as I kept screaming and resisting, they'd never win, never be able to do whatever it was to me. So I opened my mouth to scream - and a thick rag was shoved into it. I tried to open wider, and push it out with my tongue, but when I did, Kitten pressed more in... I really woke up, then, seeing the strength and determination in her eyes, and realizing I was in serious shit. She had me gagged and bound to a bed; she had a dude that would probably tie me in a knot if she told him to - he seemed real easy going, but you could tell he'd do ANYTHING she said... and that included turning me inside out, if she wanted. Fuck yeah, I was scared. I heard a little whimpering noise... my eyes were wide and starting to water... and I realized that noise was me...

"Relax, my new pet," Kitten said, "You gave consent, remember? You said you wanted me to take care of this..." She gently ran a hand over my cock; sudden electricity jolted through me, and I felt something... twist and give a little in my mind. Oh, fuck no... I gotta get FREE. I threw everything I had into it, trying to break loose, trying to get past that warm, firm hand between my nipples (no no no don't think of it like that) - and the bed only shook a little.

"This is your first lesson... you belong to me, now." She began dragging her nails down over my chest; I could see her clearly for the first time - she scared me and made me hot at the same time, a mixture of milky perfection and dark leather, everything I’d imagined the secret world of sex would be… before I’d explored it and been disappointed. "You are my new possession... this belongs to me," she said, tweaking my nipple very painfully, "this belongs to me," running a hand down the side of my thigh, and brushing my ass cheek as I whimpered, "and this, of course, belongs to me," she said, gripping my cock in her hand and gently sliding her hand up and down... somehow, during my struggles I'd become hard. I couldn't believe it, it was as if my cock had betrayed me - I'm terrified, fighting for my life, resisting... and my cock is getting hard for her. It was as if she read my thoughts, saying, "Oh, yes, you belong to me, and my will is your command; you have no responsibility for your actions... your body already understands, you just need to learn."

A grin from the man (David?) - "I think he’ll understand in the end. I mean, I’m sure he’ll really get behind the concept; we just need to assert ourselves… I’m sure it’ll be hardon him, but if he keeps a stiff upper lip…" Kitten began to giggle, and couldn't stop. I was glad for the break - maybe my cock could go soft again, like it should, with out her hands on it... but a little part of my mind in the back understood what the puns meant… and flipped the idea over and over and over… and didn’t let it go. And that most of all scared me.

"David, your sense of humor is, as always, pleasing. However, also as usual, it is not appropriate. Perhaps we should show our new pet your discipline?" "Yes, mistress, as you wish."

"Explain to him what is happening... he won't understand, yet, but he will have much time to consider and learn...," Kitten said, turning away out of my vision.

"You see, little one, there's a difference between discipline and punishment; discipline is often pleasurable, even if painful, to help you refocus yourself. Discipline is for slight errors, and sometimes for no error at all - simply for enjoyment and to kind of sharpen oneself, if you see what I mean," He said, leaning over me... unlike Kitten, David was totally nude except for a thick leather collar with a silver owner's tag... and leaning this close, his hard cock was very close to me. I felt kind of a sick vertigo - God, please help me, your servant, escape this trap... it'd been so long since I'd prayed, but I knew something really bad was going to happen to me. But David continued, "Punishment is unpleasant. Necessary, but unpleasant. It's for serious fuck-ups. Oh, and go ahead and look at my cock all you want... get familiar, you'll get to know it well."

He leaned over me, his chest across brushing mine, and braced his body on the other side of the bed. "We will do twenty lashes, Slave, and you may not have extra. We are at work on another, and this is unfair to him", Kitten said, sternly, then added with a small grin, "I will count, just to be sure." "Yes, mistress, as you wish," David replied... and there was a certain release and anticipation in his tone that made me realize more than anything how real and dangerous this was for me. And then she brought something hard, a whip or paddle or something I couldn't see, hard across his ass - and his body locked up and just hummed with the tension. I could see his face - eyes closed, going somewhere inside... I realized I was getting distracted from my escape plans, from trying to be free, but I couldn't take my eyes off him - each time she hit him, his face contorted in a very sexy way... about halfway thru, he'd dropped enough to be skin to skin with me... very warm, flesh to flesh... nearing the end, the strikes became very hard, and faster - and he laid on my prone body, I couldn't get him off of me, he wouldn't stop, and I couldn't help but it felt good but it shouldn't for christs sake he's a guy and yeah maybe I want to fuck HER but not him... and then his lips found my nipple... and his teeth...

I was kind of shaking, and realized they'd stopped. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?", Kitten asked me with a little frown, running what I saw was a riding crop up between my legs... and I saw my cock was hard enough to be standing away from my body, precum drooling down, making a puddle that filled my navel. "Nod yes or no... I want an answer, or you'll get your first taste of punishment early, Antonio..." I shook my head no. Hell no, I'd never done this before, and I won't let you do this to me now, either. I'll just refuse to cooperate. I'm a man, I will not submit to any woman - it's a loss of machismo, and I am a muy macho hombre.

"Okay, then, our first lesson, and the beginning of your training, continues. Say goodbye to Antonio. Antonio is who you were, and who you may be outside my ownership... but here you will discover who you truly are, and I will give you a suitable name. I am going to remove your gag. You are not to scream for help; although it will do you no good if you do, I find it unpleasant. You will address me as Mistress, and you must use my title every time you address me. As you are now my property, and very fine property at that, you will obey me in everything," Kitten paused, grabbing my hair and turning my head to lock eyes with her. "Nod yes if you understand." I nodded, if only to get the gag removed. "Very good...David, you have something to say?"

"I will be your Master; as such, you obey me implicitly in all things. As Kitten is Mistress to us both, you will obey her order before mine, her word before mine. Understand that you are my responsibility, as well as my property; we will take you dangerous places inside yourself that you need to go, but keep you safe. This is our contract." He seemed very solemn... christ, he was very serious. What were they planning on doing to me? Well, I'll play along... get the gag removed, maybe it'll hurt a little but I can take a whipping, I'm tough – hey, they gotta be around thirty, right, I’ll wear them out, then, and when they're sleeping, I'll get loose and escape. I’ll just hang in there, maybe even get to get off, how long can sex last, anyway? Fifteen minutes or an hour? That’s what they want is some freaky sex, right? Somehow, I was almost disappointed when I figured that out… but I was still chilled with fear, as I realized I was the only one sweating already... "One other thing, dude - you are one very hot property, gorgeous and sweet." David smiled, and I felt a weird sensation, kind of a little pride from his words. Okay, flattery, whatever.