The Stockholm Syndrome

For the past 3 months, I have been seeing Dr. Marcie Bellow. She is my therapist. She has been treating me for Stockholm syndrome.

You see for almost a year I was held captive by a sadistic bastard in a Toronto Suburb. Through regression therapy I was beginning to piece it all together.

I remember going to a business conference in Toronto. It was on the recent upgrades to my employer's software. It had been a long boring week. Not much came out of these conferences except many hangovers and sometimes lots of wild sex with no strings attached. Nice to get a piece of something strange.

I myself did not partake in this behavior. Not that I am a prude or anything but I found out that sex for sex sake was just empty and shallow.

Since I was a bit of a teetotaler I just went to the restaurant in the hotel. I had a tuna club and an iced tea. After I finished my meal, I went upstairs to my room. I flipped through the cable stations and finding nothing on.

I started reading a detective novel from a local writer. It was boring as shit and I was soon asleep on my bed.

I always sleep in the nude. I feel more comfortable that way. I was having a nice dream of the lady from Weeds; her name is escaping my memory at the moment.

I felt something cover my face. I soon felt a little big fuzzy. A rough voice spoke to me in a whisper

"Don't fight it bitch, it will only make things worse later on for you!"

I kept trying to struggle but it was no good, he was too powerful.

How many stories have you read this and thought bullshit. But this was true.

I couldn't see his face, the room was still dark. I felt something prick my right arm. Then I was in a bigger fog.

"Get up and get dressed we are leaving." He commanded.

My mind said no but my body did as he commanded.

I got up, put on a pair of jeans, a t shirt and sneakers.

He carried my suitcase and we went down the elevator. He told me to check out. I signed the bill and I followed him outside.

He told me to get into his Silver Lexus. I got in the passenger side and he got in the driver's side.

After leaving Toronto, he pulled off on a side road, He blindfolded me and then the car started to move again.

I think I sort of dozed off because I felt a slap on my face.

"Wake up slut we are here!" He growled. "Get your ass out of the car and follow me!"

I stepped out of the car and followed him into a small house. I was lead to the basement.

"Strip!" He said and I complied even internally I was thinking "Fuck you asshole!"

He came over and took the clothes and threw them in steel container along with my clothes. He poured a liquid over them. He lit a match and threw it in the container.

"Sluts don't deserve clothes, they must earn their clothes."

He walked back over to me and placed a collar around my neck. He attached a leash.

"And bitches do not stand; they are to be on all fours." He growled. "So get on your knees bitch. I got down on all fours."

He grabbed the leash and led me to a small mattress in the corner. He looped the leash into an eye hook near by

"This is to be your home till you earn the right to join my upstairs bitch."

He walked away and went the stairs. The light clicked off and I was left alone in the dark. I feel asleep

I was awoken to a steel toed boot kicking me in the ribs.

"Get up slut!" He growled.

I started to stand but the leash held me down.

"Dumb cunt!"

He took the leash off the eye hook and slapped me with the end of the leash; it stung as it hit my ass and balls.

"Kneel!" I knelt before him and I asked "Why did you drug and kidnap me?" I spit out n anger.

He brought the leather strap down on my back

"Dumb Bitch you do not speak unless I tell you can." "Do you understand He spat into my face.

"Fuck you, you asshole!" I yelled at him.

He slapped my face with the back of his powerful right hand. I flew back a little and ended on the cement floor.

The leather strap now hitting me all over my body. Welts started to rise quickly

"You are fucking lucky I am in a good mood, if was in a shitty mood I would do a lot worse." He growled.

He walked away and came back in a few moments. He held a syringe in his hand

"Guess we need to keep you drugged up a little more slut."

With that he pinned me down and injected me once more. Once more the fog came across my mind and I was his willing slut once more.

He pulled on the leash he took me over to a table. On it was type of saddle with a small dildo sticking out of it He applied a little lube to my virgin ass and then picked me up and placed me on the fake dick.

My ass felt on fire. He turned the machine and it came alive in my ass. It pumped me in and out and from side to side.

I so wanted to scream but couldn't. After a bit however the fake cock felt pretty nice inside my ass.

My kidnapper shut the machine off and picked me up. The cock slid out of my ass with a pop

"Answer me truthfully slut, did you like it?" He asked me "Yes I loved it." I said.

He slapped my face. You will address me as Master or Sir anytime you speak to me, is this understood?

"Yes Master."

He stroked my face with his rough hand.

"You are a fast learner boy and so much more for you to learn, Are you up to the task?

"Yes Sir, I think I might be!"

He stroked my cheek and said as soft as he could. "Good pet, we will just see how ready you are."

He hugged me tight.

"Enough for now, pet! He said and led me back to the sybian. He unscrewed the butt plug from the saddle and replaced it with a larger sized one.

"Let's see how you handle a larger one."

He grabbed a tube of the glide and fingered my ass with it. Slipping two fingers inside my ass. It felt so nice. I think I moaned a little.

"Oh you are such an anal slut aren't you?"

I moaned.

He lifted me up like a rag doll and set me slowly onto the huge plastic dong. It slid nicely into my ass. He flipped the switch on and it started its gyrations.

In and out, back and forth it ground into my wanting ass. My muscles clinched onto it like a bitch in heat.

I felt my cock get nice and hard. My precum running down my leg.

I felt his rough hand take a hold of my cock. He started to stroke it slowly at first than as my cock got nice and hard his hand moved fast and faster.

"Do you want to cum pet?"

Yes Master please!" I moaned

"Not yet." , He said and stopped stroking me.

"Please Master!

"Please what slut?"

"Please Master stroke me some more."

"So now I am your Master not a fucking asshole?"

"No Master I am sorry!"

He smiled an evil smile and stroked my cock once more.

"You like when I stroke your cock don't you?"

"Yes Sir I do, I really do!"

"Tell me?"

"Oh Master I love when you stroke my cock!"

He slapped my cock

"Wrong!"

I moaned and sighed

"This is not your cock, you have a clitty and it is mine now!"

I nodded as the fake cock getting me close to edge

"What is this in my hand?"

"You your cock!"

He twisted harder this time

"What is this in my hand slut?"

"It is your clitty!"

"Yes boy you have a clitty and it is mine to use at any time I wish. As is your mouth and ass."

"Oh yes Sir." I said as he stroked me harder now.

"And a good little slut doesn't cum unless his Master allows him to does he?"

"No Sir, a good slut doesn't cum unless his Master lets him."

He turned up the speed of the dildo in my ass. His hand stroked me faster now

"Cum my beautiful slut. cum for your new Master!"

Masters boy's clitty exploded in his hand. It filled his hand. He bought the load up to my face My tongue darted out; somehow I already knew what he wanted.

I licked up the salty liquid. I liked the taste of it and swallowed it down. After his hand was clean, he turned off the sybian He lifted me off the machine and hugged me

"You did well my pet. Did you like it?"

"Yes oh yes Master, pet thoroughly loved it."

He stroked my face and smiled.

"Good boy and you know what?"

"No Master what?"

"You did this all on your own; I injected you with a saline solution this time."

"I did? I said amazed that I had accepted all this gay raping with such relish

"Yes you did, didn't you know you were gay before?"

"No Sir I did not!" I was amazed at myself .

"Well I did, the first time I saw you at the conference, I knew I had to have you." "You did Sir?" I was in a bit of shock

"Yes pet, I did. You did not follow the crowd. You tended to stay by yourself."

I finally recognized my Kidnapper /Master. It was the tall bearded instructor from the conference. He stood about six foot five. He reminded me of the lumberjack from that paper towel commercial. Oh such a handsome man.

He took me by the hand and led me upstairs to his bathroom. His rough hands washed my five foot eight chubby body. His fingers dipped inside my recent and well fucked ass.

Once I was nice and clean, he asked me to wash is body too.

I turned around and finally got to see cock. I must of gasped as I saw his cock for first time. I wasn't so much of a cock as it was a unit. It was flaccid and it had to be at least seven inches.

He chuckled as he saw my amazement

Yes pet it has scared many of a boy before. But once they get over initial shock and have had it in their mouths a few times they are addicted. No pun intended pet."

It was soft and spongy in my hand, but it grew harder as I soaped it up and then cleaned it off I looked up at my new Master with my hazel eyes.

He gazed down at me with his steel gray eyes, and said "Yes you may suck it, or at least attempt to."

I looked at it. I took the big mushroom head in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. I moved down on the shaft, I could only get a couple of inches in my mouth before gagging.

Relax and don't try to get it all on first suck pet. Breathe through your nose."

I did as he commanded me. I tried it again and got half of that monster down my throat till I gagged.

He moaned and took my head in his hands.

"Oh I was right you are a natural cock sucker."

He kept fucking my face and soon his hot load was filling my mouth.

I had no reference of time as to how long I was there at his house but when he was working I was caged down in the basement.

When he came home he would release me. I was than expected to cook dinner for him. After a bit I was allowed to roam the house while he was gone.

I kept up the house for him, I had dinner ready for him when he came home

After dinner he would fuck me with that one eyed monster of his. It took awhile to fit it all the way in my ass but I did.

He would punish me when my chores were not done or I fucked up.

When the Royal Canadian Mounties stormed the house and arrested him for embezzlement I was his full time slave.

My chubby little body was now slim and tight.

Masters slut clitty had a nice little red bow tied on it. Once a week I was allowed to cum.

They asked me my name but it failed to come to me. They took me to their station; they took my fingerprints and get a hit on them. My name was Michael Hertzberger. I lived in New York City since 1997

My kidnappers name was Calvin Purdy. His kidnapping of me was not his first time. He had been arrested many times before for the same offenses or attempted.

The Mounties asked if I wish to press charges but I could not. I couldn't do it to the man who opened my hidden side

They had found my passport in his banks security box along with others as well.

As they dug further into his past they found that he had murdered his eleven of former pets and buried their bodies in his back yard.

It didn't sink in right away but I might have become the one to make it an even dozen.

I felt sorry for him, how sad that his life had come to this. Who had scared this sweet and sadistic man?

I tried to forget this bad episode, but when I tried to sleep, his face would be there. I found myself getting hard and jerking off a couple of times a day.

I finally made an appointment with Dr. Bellow. I told her my whole recent ordeal. She thought it over for a few moments. She came to the conclusion

"I think you have the Stockholm syndrome!"

I had heard of it on cop shows but never knew I would be the victim of this.

I told her that I found myself becoming sexual stimulated when reliving it in my brain

"This will take time and perhaps lots of sessions."

I told her I felt so dirty and used by this monster but couldn't stop myself getting aroused by it.

"It is quite simple you will have to work this out on your own. In time you will see."

She had gotten copies of the photos of Masters back yard dug up and the bones of the murdered slaves before me.

I was sickened that someone like that existed.

In time Dr Bellows therapy worked.

But now I surf gay chat rooms looking for someone who can fill my desire for a cock as big as Calvin's.