The ping on his phone startled him. "Text when here."
He sat nervously in the back of his Uber, en route to meeting a new Dom for the first time.
He had been daydreaming about their online conversations online that had started about three weeks prior. He recounted the naughty and perverted things he had shared, and his limits he had discussed, and even had sent the requesting man a clear face pic, smiling.
The man knew who the boy was and how kinky he was, yet the boy had never seen the man's face or heard his voice. The boy only knew of his profile, neatly displaying, "Masculine Man for bitch boy." The profile had caught the boy's full attention when he got the initial cruise, in large part due to the anonymous nature.
He had been assured through cunning messages and an assertively dominant writing style that his suitor was an experienced Sir. The boy knew the things to look for, he thought. As a salesman by trade and well-versed in online dating logic, the boy knew he could spot a phony. He trusted his guts, for once.
He knew he needed this. Too long did he suppress his lusty feelings for male attention and discipline. He knew he wanted to be put to the test. He had done his due diligence, and the man had reeled him in slowly, like a big juicy tuna. Plus, the Sir was able to host in a really nice part of town. He was on his way to an experience that would change his life forever.
The boy was excited, but hadn't played in awhile... He had a fear of going face to face with his reality as a bitch boy, who craved humiliation and name-calling, to say the least. He had always longed to show off his panties to an older well-established man, and to be made vulnerable like a little girl.
The boy checked his texts.
From Sir: "Enter the side gate and side garage door. Strip. Kneel. Blindfold."
The boy breathed. Or, tried to breathe.
The nerves were taking over and he felt his nipples hardening, wondering what might happen to them. He felt his hands tensing, preparing to lose use of them for the next hour or so. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate to calm down. He felt the Uber driver starting to wonder why his passenger was so flushed and fidgety.
Another text arrived from Sir: "Don't forget to breathe"
The boy calmed down, and the car arrived. He exited and walked swiftly to the side gate so as to not be seen. He pulled it open with a quiet squeak, enough to alert anyone inside, and let himself into the garage. At long last. He wasn't going to coward out now. He was here, and he surveyed his surroundings as he shut off his phone.
The two-car garage was empty and clean. There had been a big charcoal Ford F250 in front of the house. It was clear that the man lived alone and liked to work in his garage, given the tool chests, tool closets, work bench, and lighting equipment.
The boy looked to the rafters and saw a series of high beams, equipped with rings and a pull in the center. He knew he had selected a serious Dom, and wondered now if he was ready to be here.
He shuddered, remembered a previous play encounter that a rich man in Chicago had forcibly used an electro scrotum sack, electro anal plug, and insertion sounds on his poor cock and balls. He remembered the immense pain and crushing of his package, and the throbbing of his iron-rod cock, and the tremendous load that followed. He remembered feeling like his Dom had betrayed his trust by sticking things down his cock and literally turning the TENS up to 11. He remembered his squirms, squeals then yells, then sweat. The flashback turned him on, despite that it had its share of trauma.
The power exchange and Dom/sub scene could not keep the boy away, despite his better judgement to simply use his hand and imagination at home. He craved the intensity, the smell of leather, the suspense and anticipation. He settled in to the situation now as he took off his shirt, pants, and socks, folded them up on top of his shoes, and set the pile in a corner.
Last was his underwear, err, panties... He had chosen to wear a black, obviously feminine, pair of see-thru cheeky booty shorts. They were sexy, he thought. They made him feel more submissive and also rode up his ass just perfectly while also supporting his nice shaved package.
His cock, 1.5" soft and shockingly growing to 6x6" when fully engorged, was a perfect fit for panties. And for that matter, perfect for being a degraded groveling sub boy that was exquisite fun to play with. In his experience, men loved his athletic hairy chest and strong runners legs coupled with the impressive pulsing girth of his boners.
The boy's cock shuddered as he remembered telling the Dom about his panty fetish. At the time, Sir laughed it off and called the boy a sissy. The decision to wear panties to todays session was a last minute call - the boy was looking for more reasons to feel submissive, and hoped to please the mysterious Sir.
He chose to keep the panties on. He felt the spandex hood blindfold that had been left on the workbench for him. He had one just like it at home, except this had a larger cutout for the mouth and nose. The blackout paneling felt thicker, more durable. The boy slipped it on over his head as he moved to the center of the room.
Pausing and taking one last look around, one last breath, he faced the door of the house squarely, he knelt, and covered his eyes into blackness, to wait.
Silence. Quickly assuming his role further, he shifted onto all fours, hands and knees. He arched his back and stuck out his ass, wiggling it a little, feeling his hole growing vulnerable already.
Thirty seconds passed.
Perhaps another minute.
The boy was unsure how long he would wait, until he heard the door pull open briskly. He heard the unmistakable sound of boots hitting the concrete steps.
The boy thought to himself: "Indeed, This was no slipper footed rich-boy, or a sandal wearing saudi prince. This Man is a full bodied Sir. Here we go."
Sir approached the boy without speaking. He could feel his eyes searching over his new-found property. Above the waiting meat, Sir smiled fully. He was basking in another catch; another boy willingly stripped naked, blindfolded, and trapped in his locked garage.
"Ha! How easy they are", Sir marveled to himself. Distracted by the hot the boy looked on the floor waiting, he remembered his first priority was to secure the premise. He locked the side door deadbolt and stashed the boy's clothes and belongings in a locked cabinet. Despite the imminent heavy bondage, he still didn't want the boy to get any ideas about going anywhere. Here he was now, No Way Out, as the expression goes.
The boy heard his clothes being scooped up and deposited quickly away. He was too afraid to make a sound or object to Sir's first wish. He knew deep down that he now was stuck for all of Sir's wills, whims, and wishes. Without his clothes and phone, there was no getting home. Sir was quite aware of the mental effect this would have on the boy, helping him to settle in, accept his place, and obey unconditionally.
Sir returned his focus to the now panting sub boy. He examined the soft skin of his ass and strong shoulders supporting the pup-esque frame. Hairy broad chest was attractive on all accounts, and the boy's waiting hole seemed to peek out from between his round cheeks from underneath the sheer panty fabric. The panty choice was a bit 'gay', thought Sir, but he liked the boy's commitment to finding his place.
