Suitedboi

A young guy who is into wearing school uniforms, punishments, discipline and strict schedule.

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you know i love your stories, but the gas masks just seem to appear without explanation

:O Yes, they were there in the 1st draft, but I changed the story without noticing they are mentioned in the last chapter again. It should be changed now!

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A very special relationship

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Sir continued to enjoy the view from his cameras, witnessing the morning routine of the two boys. Once their alarm woke them up, boys would get out of their bed. They would approach, hug, and share a single morning kiss—a simple gesture that spoke volumes. It was a way for them to acknowledge each other's presence and support.

Sir had implemented a showering routine. Although not explicitly instructed to wash each other, they did so willingly. Tom delighted in washing Alex's body, while Alex carefully dried Tom's body, which often shivered from the lingering shower's chill.

After showering, the boys dressed in the formal clothes Sir had provided. They felt a sense of power in their suits, yet the truth was far different. They were owned, chaste, and collared at all times. Since the day they put on their cages during their private ceremony, they had not been allowed out of them. They had grown accustomed to the constant arousal, seeking ways to manage it through kisses, conversation, cuddles, and hugs. But they remained perpetually horny, fulfilling Sir's desires for them.

They maintained the tradition of Alex tying Tom's tie each morning, an activity they both looked forward to.

Following breakfast and their final kiss, they bid each other goodbye and set off to their respective jobs and classes. 

Tom was always the first to return home, ensuring the flat was clean and preparing dinner for Alex. These acts of care demonstrated to Sir the depth of their affection. He appreciated these expressions.

Roughly a month after the bedroom transformation, Tom arrived home from university. He undressed in the hallway and carried his clothes to the bedroom. On his way he noticed an envelope on the kitchen table. It startled him, knowing that something new and unexpected awaited him. Besides the envelope lay a rope, a puzzling sight.

Setting his clothes aside, Tom opened the envelope, revealing another message from Sir:

Dear boys,

From the moment this envelope is opened, your lives will change once again. This time, the change will be drastic, but I believe you can handle it.

"What will change?" you may ask. Firstly, you are no longer allowed to speak to each other while inside the apartment. Important communication should be conveyed via text message. No voicemails or calls are permitted, even when outside the flat. I believe your emotions can be expressed through body language. However, as an act of benevolence, I will allow each of you to say three final words to each other. Choose them wisely.

Secondly, you may have noticed the rope on the table. It is 1.5 meters long and will be used to keep you tethered to each other. I've grown tired of searching for both of you through all the cameras. This way, you will always be together.. 

Although you may no longer speak, you will spend all your time in each other's presence, and I believe you will come to love it. Attach the rope to your collars the moment you both enter the apartment and remove it as the last step before leaving.

Have fun!

With love, 

Sir

Tom was devastated. Tears streamed down his face as he read the letter. He couldn't fathom the idea of not being able to talk to Alex, to ask him about his day. Everything they had shared was now gone. Tom had never anticipated such a turn of events. It made him sad. 

An hour later, Alex arrived home, greeted by Tom on his knees in the hallway. Tom signalled for him to remain quiet. Alex took off his jacket and walked towards Tom. Tom hugged Alex while still on his knees and Alex stroked Tom´s head. They both started to undress Alex - a familiar routine they had mastered. They knew exactly what to do and when. It felt like a ballet performance. Once Alex was undressed, in his cage and collar only, he looked almost exactly like Tom. Their haircuts were the same, with the only noticeable difference being that Alex was allowed to grow a beard and body hair, while Tom remained smoothly shaved.

Now it was time for Tom to introduce the new element - the rope. To Alex´s surprise, Tom attached the rope to both of their collars in no time. That´s when Tom handed the letter to Alex to read. 

Alex´s reaction to the letter was very similar to Tom´s. Alex did not want to show he was crying but there were tears coming down his cheeks, too. Luckily for him, Tom was there to wipe them off for him.      

They stood there, less than a meter and a half apart, desiring to be as close as possible. They hugged, kissed, and understood that it was time for their last three words.

Tom, who had had more time to contemplate, went first, his voice trembling, "I love you."

“Love you forever!” said Alex.

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Both boys stood in what had been Tom's bedroom until that morning, now completely emptied of furniture and personal belongings. They couldn't comprehend what was happening or why Sir would take such actions.

An envelope lay in the centre of the room, and Tom picked it up, opening it for both of them to read:

Dear boys,

You may have noticed that Tom's room is now empty. I have big plans for this room, but I cannot reveal them just yet. Yesterday, by accepting your collars and cages, you agreed to move to a new level of control, which pleases me. Allow me to explain how things will work from now on.

But first, Tom, don't worry. Your personal belongings are now in Alex's room—only the things you actually need. I noticed this morning that you tried to hide the collar I gifted you. It saddened me to see you wanting to conceal such a wonderful gift, but I understand that you're not ready yet. You two looked adorable this morning, and I realized I like seeing you both looking the same, both inside and outside the apartment. As for you, Tom, since you clearly want to hide the collar, I have left you with collared shirts only. I also like the idea of ties for both of you, so I want you to dress formally when you are outside of the apartment. Represent me well.

Now, onto the main matter. Alex's room... is no longer Alex's room. I have also altered the layout and left only what is necessary. I believe it is spacious enough for both of you. It is now a shared bedroom.

Regarding sleeping arrangements, you will share a bed. I bet you are excited, aren't you? But not so fast. There is another small gift waiting for both of you on your pillows. Why don't you go and check your new room?

With love,

Sir

So many changes had occurred in their lives within the past 24 hours. Both boys were excited, as it meant they could spend more time together, even sleeping in the same bed. Their excitement would have been evident if not for the small chastity cages they wore, effectively preventing them from getting hard.

Alex took hold of Tom's hand and led him to their new room. It wasn't surprising to find numerous changes. Alex's previously vibrant room had been transformed into a pristine white space with simple wooden furniture. Two posters depicting kinky art adorned the walls.

The furniture consisted of two basic wooden tables placed opposite each other, each accompanied by a chair. One set for Alex and the other for Tom. Apart from a small table lamp and a notebook, the tables were empty.

Alex's closet had also vanished, replaced by two clothing racks holding only formal attire. Tom's rack was relatively empty, for now. Each boy had their own chest of drawers, matching the tables in wooden construction. There was no other furniture in the room—only the two tables, two chairs, two clothing racks, and one bunk bed.

The bed itself was new. Gone was that comfortable double bed that Alex slept in since he moved in. Instead, in its place, there was a bunk bed pressed to the wall. There were name tags informing both boys about their respective places on the bed. Alex´s place was on the bottom while Tom would occupy the top bunk. This change was a bad one for both. After reading Sir´s letter, they were looking forward to be sleeping in the same room. Little did they know Sir would not make it easy for them. The bunk bed was way more appropriate for boys like Alex and Tom. No need for a big double bed that would take up a huge amount of the room. No. Instead, this small bunk bed will accommodate boys every night between 10PM and 6AM.

So much had changed in the past 24 hours. Both boys were now collared and caged, permitted to wear only formal clothing, and sharing a bedroom together. They wanted to cuddle in bed, but that bunk bed changed their plans. While they were happy about most of the sudden changes, this one was the most disappointing. Alex and Tom had quickly grown accustomed to each other's presence, enjoying each other's company. Now they had an opportunity to be even closer, yet it came at the cost of not being able to touch or even look at each other while in bed. 

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The following morning, Tom placed the gift box on the kitchen table before heading off to university. He had to wear a collared shirt to conceal the metal collar he had received the previous evening. Tom wasn't ready to reveal his new status to the public, so he decided to start wearing shirts from now on. It was a departure from his usual attire of hoodies and T-shirts for university classes. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. Unfortunately, being someone who rarely wore shirts, he only had one white shirt in his wardrobe, which he had to pair with chinos to avoid looking odd. After one last check in the mirror to ensure the collar wasn't visible, Tom was ready to leave. Just as he was doing a final triple-check, Alex emerged from his room and entered the kitchen.

Alex was dressed in his usual black suit, the same one he wore to work every day. It was interesting to see how Tom fretted over his outfit while Alex effortlessly wore more formal attire. Alex didn't have a major issue hiding the collar, as he regularly wore a tie to work. This meant his shirt collar was closed, with all the buttons done up, effectively concealing his neck. He also wore a tie tightly knotted around his neck. He was not worried about being outed at all.

Noticing Tom's struggle with his collar, Alex suggested he wear a tie as well. Initially hesitant, Tom explained his reasons. However, Alex cleverly presented Tom with two options: A) Risk having his metal collar spotted and having to explain it, or B) Wear a tie and easily provide a plausible excuse. It didn't take much to persuade Tom, so he opted for option B. Although he didn't own any ties, Alex generously lent him one. Tom returned to the mirror, feeling a bit clueless about tying a tie. Observing this, Alex approached Tom from behind, wrapping his arms around him and buttoning the top button. Slowly, he demonstrated how to tie the tie while explaining the process, encouraging Tom to practice so he could eventually do it on his own. As Tom tried to remember the steps, he found himself easily distracted by the sensation of Alex's chastity cage brushing against his buttocks, sending shivers through his body. Tom closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into daydreams about the life he shared with Alex and their Sir, contemplating how far they could go and what lay ahead.

Reality snapped back when Alex tightened the knot around Tom's neck. It felt surprisingly good, and Tom actually enjoyed the sensation. Not only did he wear Sir's collar, but there was also a shirt´s collar held tight by the tie, giving him a smart appearance that he found pleasing. Looking smart while concealing a collar and chastity cage beneath his clothes.

Both boys were now ready to leave, both formally dressed. Alex headed to his office, and Tom made his way to school. They both stepped out caged and collared for the first time, taking one last glance at the now-empty box, knowing it wouldn't be there when they returned home.

Sure enough, when Tom returned home, the box was gone. To his surprise, it was not just the box Tom was missing!

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Sir was making great progress with his two boys, witnessing their shyness gradually dissipate as they engaged in their nightly make-out sessions in front of the camera. He found it intriguing to observe the boys sitting on the sofa every evening, eagerly waiting for his command. Sir enjoyed playing with them, occasionally teasing them by withholding the command until their movie was almost over. He delighted in the anticipation he could sense from the boys, as they became unable to focus on the movie, their attention solely fixated on his voice.

This routine continued for two weeks, becoming a highlight of their days. However, on this particular day, they finished their movie without any interruption. Fear gripped them as they wondered what had happened. They longed for physical contact, craving the touch of the other person's hands on their bodies and cocks, and their lips meeting. But it didn't come. Sir had different plans.

Instead, Sir sent Alex a text message, informing him that a gift awaited them underneath the sofa they were sitting on. Excitement washed over Tom as he bent down to retrieve the gift, revealing his bare ass cheeks for Alex to admire. Retrieving the box proved challenging, as Sir had intentionally hidden it well. Eventually, Tom successfully retrieved the box and handed it to Alex. With a sense of anticipation, Alex slowly removed the lid, causing both boys' hearts to race. It was their first gift, and they were eager to discover its contents.

Alex's mouth fell open as he realized the meaning behind the gift. His surprise and slight apprehension piqued Tom's curiosity, leading him to also peer into the box. Sir had gifted them matching slave collars and chastity cages. Alex looked down at his still free hard cock, feeling a mix of fear and uncertainty about the idea of a chastity cage. However, knowing that Tom would be sharing the same fate alleviated some of his worries. Tom, on the other hand, eagerly anticipated the fitting of the chastity cage. The notion of chastity becoming a part of his life excited him. As Alex displayed a hint of fear, Tom reassured him by grabbing his arm and affirming that everything would be fine. They embraced each other before proceeding to read the letter nestled at the bottom of the box.

The letter read:

Dear Alex and Tom, 

I am immensely pleased with your progress during training. You are making me proud! I wanted to express my gratitude and provide encouragement for our future journey, so I have prepared small gifts for both of you. The gifts are identical because you are equals in my eyes.

The first gift is a steel collar. It should fit snugly around your necks. I visited the apartment while you were away at school and work, ensuring the collars matched the sizes of your shirt collars. You are to wear these collars 24/7, whether you are naked at home or clothed at work. 

The same rule applies to your new chastity cages. They are lightweight and small, causing no discomfort during long-term wear and remaining inconspicuous under your clothes. Inside the box, you will find two locks and two keys. Lock the cages and place the keys in the box on your kitchen table. I will collect them tomorrow while you are away at work and university. 

Now, let us toast to the beginning of our new chapter. Alex, I want you to place the collar around Tom's neck and lock him in his cage. Tom, you will do the same for Alex.

Have fun boys!

With love, 

Sir      

Having finished reading the letter, the boys understood that what lay ahead was a significant commitment. However, they were determined to embark on this journey together. Standing before the sofa, Alex reached into the box and retrieved the metal collar. He slowly secured it around Tom's neck, hearing the satisfying click as the ends met at the back. The collar was now impossible to remove without a key. Tom felt the weight of the collar around his neck, and he developed a nice boner. However, the real challenge lay ahead—the chastity cage. Alex knelt down, took hold of the ring, and carefully slid it over Tom's balls and cock. It took a bit of effort, but eventually, Alex managed to secure the cage, locking the two parts together. He returned the key to the box.

Now it was Tom's turn. He eagerly grasped the metal collar, admiring it before fastening it around Alex's neck. The entire process felt like a formal ceremony, akin to an engagement or the exchange of rings at a wedding. Standing before each other, they locked one another up. Alex's new collar was securely in place, and he took a deep breath, feeling the presence of the collar around his Adam's apple. It was noticeable but not painful.

Tom then knelt down, confidently fitting the chastity cage onto Alex. To Alex's surprise, Tom accomplished it swiftly. The cage was locked, and Tom placed the second key in the box.

Now, the two of them stood before each other, completely naked, adorned with collars and caged. They knew that this marked the end of their "making out evenings," at least in terms of reaching climax. Nevertheless, they were content. They were happy to share this journey, as not long ago, they were two free heterosexual men. But Sir had changed that. Now, Tom couldn't imagine life without Alex, and Alex looked forward to every moment they spent together. Life felt good. With this realization, the boys hugged, kissed, and Tom turned to face the camera.

“Thank you, Sir!” he said for the first time, resting his head against Alex's chest.

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It all started a year ago when Alex and Tom, both heterosexual men in search of affordable accommodation, crossed paths. Sir conducted a small background check on them and discovered their profiles on kink websites. He decided to engage his new tenants in a little game. The apartment was considerably cheaper than others in the city, and given their limited incomes, Alex and Tom had no choice but to comply when the first set of rules was introduced.

The installation of cameras came first. One day, upon returning from school, Tom found a small note on the kitchen table, informing him that cameras had been installed due to numerous noise complaints from neighbours. Initially, the boys wanted to contest this invasion of privacy, especially when they discovered cameras in their bedrooms. However, Sir's strategy of ignoring their messages and calls proved effective. The boys eventually grew accustomed to the cameras, and after about a week and a half, the calls ceased.

The next rule mandated that they be naked at all times while at home. Initially hesitant to undress in front of each other, they agreed not to acknowledge their nudity in their conversations or with anyone else. Although they identified as heterosexual, it became increasingly difficult not to notice each other's erections while talking or spending time together. As the initial unease of being naked in front of another man faded, it was not uncommon to witness their erections in each other's presence. This pleased Sir, who proceeded to the next step.

One evening, Sir checked the cameras and observed Alex and Tom sitting on the sofa, watching TV and conversing. Both their cocks were hard. Speaking through the camera, he commanded, “Boys, I want you to start making out now. Kiss, wank and make ourselves cum. You´ve got 30 minutes.” 

The boys glanced at each other. While they had seen each other naked and hard for some time, neither had ever touched a penis other than their own. Neither had ever kissed a man before (Tom had never kissed anyone before). However, their arousal and lust compelled them to comply. They began making out, awkwardly attempting to navigate this new territory. They started with kissing. Alex planted small, affectionate kisses on Tom's cheeks before gradually moving towards his lips. Tom lightly placed his hand on the back of Alex's head, while his other hand found its way around Alex's waist. It felt strange to both of them, but it satisfied Sir's desires and fulfilled their longing for physical contact. Having cameras in their apartment was not conducive to bringing home a date, so this physical interaction was all they craved. At that moment, they became lost in their thoughts.

Tom began focusing on Alex's body, massaging him and kissing him all over. He took hold of Alex's penis and began sensually stroking it, maintaining eye contact. Alex reclined on his back, allowing Tom to take care of him. Tom now stroked both their cocks. Surprisingly, both boys found themselves thoroughly enjoying the experience. Alex sat up and started to passionately kiss Tom once again, while also stroking his own penis. They sat close to each other, nearly embracing. Then, that moment arrived—the moment they both opened their eyes simultaneously while kissing and stroking their cocks. They came together. It was at that moment that they exchanged smiles, and Alex winked at Tom for the very first time.

They cleaned up their mess and resumed watching the movie. They spent the rest of the evening cuddling until it was time to bid each other good night.

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Chapter 1

It was 6:15 PM when Alex returned home from work. Alex was a 25-year-old young man working a regular 9-to-5 office job. When he opened the door to his apartment, Tom greeted him. Tom was a 23-year-old student, and every day at this time, he would kneel naked in the hallway and eagerly wait for Alex's arrival. The two quietly exchanged longing looks and cute smiles as they greeted each other. Alex winked at Tom just before putting away his work bag, taking off his coat, and walking toward Tom, who was still on his knees. Tom hugged Alex's lower body, and Alex reciprocated by stroking Tom's head.

After about 4 minutes, it was time for Alex to undress from his work suit. Neither of them was allowed to wear clothes while at home, and Sir knew what was Alex´s exact arrival time. The boys had only 5 minutes to greet each other and get Alex undressed. This task was well coordinated, appearing like a ballet performance to any bystander. While Alex untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, Tom worked on Alex's shoes and then moved to his belt and trousers. Alex took off his shirt, revealing the metal collar that he and Tom had to wear at all times. Alex touched his collar as a reminder of his position before reaching for Tom's collar. Their collars were identical, symbolizing their shared destinies.

At that moment, Tom removed Alex's last piece of clothing—his white briefs. Both boys were now naked, wearing only their collars and small chastity cages. Tom, still on his knees, wanted to show his appreciation that his boyfriend was home, so he lightly kissed the tip of Alex's caged cock. Alex loved that. He cherished the daily sensation, knowing it could change at any time if their Master decided to stop it. However, their Master hadn't done so yet, and both boys were thankful for that.

Their actions were perfectly timed, and the boys finished exactly at 6:20 PM. It was now time for Tom to stand up and grab the rope from the shelf next to the main door. The rope, 1.5 meters long, was one of the newest restrictive inventions from their Sir. Tom attached one end of the rope to his collar and the other end to Alex's collar. This ensured that the boys never separated while in the flat, as they had to do everything together, strengthening their relationship. From the Master's perspective, the rope served a simpler purpose—it eliminated the need for him to search through the cameras installed all over their apartment to find his boys. The rope ensured they were always found together in the same spot.

At exactly 6:20 PM, both boys looked into the camera installed in the corner of their hallway. A moment later, the voice they feared the most (but not this time) said, "Good boys." Those two simple words made the boys sink deeper into their submissive mindset, filling them with pride that they had made it on time. This was the only time they knew their Master would address and praise them. Every day, at the same time, those same words. If they were to hear their Master's voice at a different time of day, it would only be to introduce a new rule to their lives or announce some kind of punishment. That moment filled them with fear.

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Schoolboy´s big day - Part 2

It was time to go back home. Boy changed back into his long black trousers, put his jacket on and decided against taking a bus home. No, this cheeky little boy secretly must have enjoyed this as he decided to walk home. It took about 20 minutes and boy passed so many people on the pavements, so many cars and busses full of people passed him. Cars were giving boy way on the crossings so people definitely noticed him. Boy lives in a country where there have never been school uniforms so people might not connect two and two together, but seeing someone boy´s age (boy is 25 but can look like 16 on a good day) in a matching blazer and tie-they must have been asking some questions. Boy saw their looks, but he stopped caring. It is true, we are often just scared of something we never tied before and once we give it a try, it is not that bad. Would boy wear his shorts and knee-high socks on the streets? Probably not, he is not there yet. But maybe in a different city or country? 

Bboy arrived home. More tasks were awaiting him. Firstly, boy was to listen to Master´s files for 30 minutes. Those were hypno files and boy completely does off. Boy does not know what they were about but supposedly, that is good with hypno? Boy does not know, he is new to it. 

Another task, this time boy was to strip naked. So he did. He neatly folded his uniform and put it on his wooden chair. Boy owns a proper comfy chair, yes, but when boy is in his uniform, he cannot use it. He is only allowed to use a wooden chair while maintaining proper posture and his feet are at a 90-degree angle. This is a real fantasy come true. What would boy say 5 years ago when he was reading Tumblr stories about this (especially one called “Life with Sir” by traditionaltutor) Now, boy is living this. 

Boy then put his chain collar with a large padlock on and had to spank himself 10 times with his paddle. Boy knows his Sir enjoys it when boy paddles himself properly and harshly so boy was really using force today. This was the heavies spanking boy gave himself to the date. But boy felt satisfied, he knew Sir would enjoy the footage from the camera He installed in the boy´s room. After the spanking, boy had to listen to 3 chastity files his Sir recorded. Every file had to be played twice. In total, boy spent approximately 30 minutes standing, facing his wardrobe, naked only wearing his hood which had him blindfolded. 

Anal training was another task. Boy only started to stretch about 2 weeks ago but can now proudly easily take an average-sized dildo. Good progress. It was needed as then this boy was instructed to put his vibrating Hush plug up his ass. While still naked and hooded, he was now forbidden to use any furniture for an hour. The but plug was turned on for an hour of random vibrations and boy spent an hour, listening to Sir´s files while on the floor, not being able to do anything else as he could not see anything. 

It felt strange. Boy was not doing anything for an hour but it felt like boy was busy. Boy was serving, fulfilling a task from a Superior man and so for this boy, he felt he had a purpose. Funny how not being used, and not being able to do anything can be so hot. 

That hour passed very quickly actually. Time flies when you are having fun. When the task was finished, boy removed the plus and got dressed in his uniform again. Finally. Boy hates every moment when he cannot wear it. Boy feels sad when home alone and not wearing his uniform. But now he was back in it and boy felt safe, boy felt free. Funny, as he was very owned and so far, he spent the whole day fulfilling tasks that someone else gave him. Boy´s free time was dedicated to service and pleasure of someone else. 

But it was time for boy to get his reward, too! It is important to keep this boy horny so the last task of the day was to edge. Boy had no permission to unlock. All he could do was to use the vibrating wand on his cage. While being hooded and still in his uniform, listening to Sir´s voice once again. Boy is not allowed to edge, stroke or cum if not wearing his uniform or a suit. Doing such activity in casual clothing or naked is forbidden. It is not a strict rule but boy knows it feels 100 times better to edge, stroke and cum properly dressed so why would he try something else? 

Boy edged for 30 minutes and he managed to get himself to the edge 26 times. Boy is now so horny. This is day 13 since the last time boy came and edging did not help. 

Boy is so happy, satisfied and eager to please even more! He wants more days like this. He cannot wait to live on his own, to buy a single bed appropriate for boys like this one. This day will be memorable! This is the life this boy wants to live! Serving others!  

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Schoolboy´s big day - Part 1

In the morning, boy got quite angry as his flatmate was not leaving. Boy tried to wake him up by being loud but it did not work. Boy was preparing for this day and he wanted it to be perfect. Spending the whole day in uniform, knowing there would be tasks but not knowing what tasks, was very very exciting. When the boy saw the number of tasks in the morning, he was very happy! Sir, thank you for finding time to come up with new, exciting ways to keep this boy busy serving. 

The 1st task was supposed to be to dress up in boy´s uniform and start doing chores. Sadly, as the flatmate was at home, boy did the chores in his casual clothing. Boy hopes vacuuming would make his flatmate awake. It was not the case. He woke up at 10:30, entered the boy´s room and chatted for a bit. He pointed out at the camera in boy´s room, joking about why is it pointed at boy´s room. It was not easy to come up with an excuse but boy managed. There are two options, either keep hiding the camera all the time or keep it there now when its existence has been acknowledged by flatmates.

So at 11, boy decided to go out in his uniform. After a week of heat waves, today was quite chilly. So boy opted out for a new uniform matching - a short-sleeved white shirt, school tie, green blazer, black trousers, knee-high socks and black shoes. Boy left the flat without wearing a tie and blazer as his flatmate was still at home but as soon as boy closed the front door, he put the tie on. And there he was, on the streets. After about 150 meters, boy got to a subway where he exchanged his “men´s jacket” for his school blazer. There was still a pin saying “good faggot” on boy´s blazer. 

Boy´s plan was to go to a forest near his house. He got there, passing some construction workers and regular people on the streets. When boy got to that point, he saw a guy digging a hole where the only entrance to that forest was. Boy did not go there as it would be looking strange to walk in the forest in his uniform. So boy had to go to the forest further away. That meant taking a bus. But it was Saturday just before lunchtime so surely buses will be empty. 

Just in case, boy took his pin off before entering that bus stop. When the bus arrived, it was more than half filled. Boy panicked. But now, everyone on the bus saw him already in his slightly big green blazer and matching tie. It does not matter anymore. So boy got on. He rode the bus to the end station and entered the forest. In the 1st 30 seconds, boy chose a path where someone else was walking towards him, he quickly turned around and used a different path. It was not the only time boy had to hide in that forest.

In total, boy spent roughly 90 minutes walking through that forest and taking pictures. At first, boy found a quiet spot and it was time to take some pictures in the uniform he was wearing. Boy did not bring a tripod as he does not have one for the phone so it was not easy to find a spot for the phone. Then the moment of truth arrived. Boy had to change into his shorts. He quickly did it and started taking more pictures. At one point, he found a nice tree trunk to sit on and to take a picture. The issue was it was on the intersection of 5 main roads. Well, boy is a horny one so he did it anyway. He took 3 pictures and while he was waiting for the countdown of the 4 pic to go down, a guy started walking boy´s way. Boy quickly grabbed his stuff and walked quickly the other way. Luckily, the guy chose a different path at that intersection. 

Now, boy was in his shorts. He would be okay being seen in his long trousers uniform. Boy is a guy who would go to the forest in a suit, but knee-high socks and shorts would for sure look weird. So boy was walking through the woods, finding good spots for pictures. He wanted to find a tree which he could hang from. But there was no single tree like that anywhere near. While boy was searching, he bumped into 2 close encounters, and he had to quickly turn around and walk away rapidly. One of those encounters - or trying to avoid it, brought boy to a completely different part of the forest. Boy was now using the main paths while in his shorts. That´s when a daunting realisation happened. It felt so good to be walking dressed like this. Boy never thought he would wear his uniform in public, and here he was - not because he wanted, but because it was an order. Boy expressed his desire to try it to his Master a week earlier. Little did he know he would have to go and do it so soon. 

So..it felt so good to have boy´s knees exposed, be in his short-sleeved shirt, tie and shorts and just walk around. At that point, boy found the perfect spot for pictures. There even was a tree to hang from! Amazing! That was the one picture boy definitely wanted to make. Boy sorted out the natural tripod and he started taking pictures until he took so many in different positions, and different uniform combinations, boy even became brave and took his white briefs off for a brief moment and took some pictures of him in his short-sleeved shirt, tie and chastity cage. Boy was enjoying himself. Yes, it was a forest, and yes, boy avoided most of the people while wearing shorts..but it was the 1st time he dressed like this in public. 

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Tom and I

A couple of weeks have passed since I arrived in London where I enrolled at the university. I was enjoying the student life - meeting new people, visiting new places. To be honest, I did not make many friends. I am quite an introverted person, so I enjoyed visiting new places way more.

I started developing a daily routine which meant my life became boring. I had classes from early morning until late afternoon every day. On weekends, I was just sitting in my student halls. So I made a decision to find someone to chat to.

I did not hesitate for a long time. I downloaded all sorts of dating apps as I felt that it might be a time to finally find my other half. Or at least, to have fun in the meantime. I was not necessarily a vanilla person, but I had no kinks whatsoever. I just wanted someone who would like me short-term, love me long-term.

A couple of days later, I started talking to a guy who looked nice. The conversation with him was, at some points quite formal, but he was roughly my age. I was 22, he was 26. He has finished his university degree a year ago and now was working as a lawyer so I understood the formal language. We made some calls and exchanged a couple of pictures. If not naked, he was wearing a suit in the rest of the pictures which I found attractive, I´m not gonna lie. On the other hand, I sent him pictures in my casual clothing, which, he did not really find attractive and he was very quick to tell me he liked well-dressed men rather than sloppy looking individuals. He joked saying I would have to change if we were to be together. Luckily for me, we were not, so I simply laughed at his comment.

We decided to meet in real life. He decided. He started to be more and more in charge of the conversation. He kept asking me questions and demanded answers. When I tried to ask him something, he either ignored me or only answered briefly. This made me not sure if we are the right fit for each other, but I was not opposed to a meeting. We would go to a nice restaurant so I would at least eat fancy food if nothing else. He said he is paying, so why wouldn´t I go, right?

The day has come. The restaurant we would go to required a smart casual dress code so I was told to go and buy a shirt as I did not own any. On the day of the meeting, I went to the shopping centre nearby and I bought a simple white shirt from Primark. It was alright, I guess - definitely good enough so I would be let in.

I came home and I changed into my navy chinos and the white shirt. I did not tuck it in the trousers which would cause me problems later on, but at the time, I had no idea. Ready to go, I thought. I left my room ready to meet the guy I was talking to for the past couple of days.

I arrived at the restaurant slightly late, Tom was already waiting there for me. The moment I saw him I realized that I was underdressed. He was wearing a full navy striped suit, white shirt and striped tie. He looked at me in a strange way before we said hello. I was feeling uneasy. Was I dressed correctly, will I be let into the restaurant after all? If yes, I will definitely be underdressed in comparison to Tom. But Tom had a different idea.

"Well, I am happy you tried to make an effort, but I´m not sure if it will be enough for this place. But do not worry, we can quickly fix that. Come with me, my car is parked behind the corner, I think I have something that might help."

We started to walk towards his car. I did not even know he had a car. But not even a minute later, we were standing in front of it. I am not an expert in cars, but this one did not look cheap.

"Okay Max," he said, "tuck your shirt in, please." I did so. While I was trying to tuck it in, Tom opened a passenger door and grabbed something from the car.

"Here, take this and put it on." He was handing me a tie similar to his. It was also a striped one, but the difference in material and quality was visible even to me. This tie also has a different stripe pattern. While his one looked like a proper executive tie, mine looked like a school type tie. "Luckily, I always have a spare tie in my car for the situations like this one," he said with a smile.

I grabbed the tie but I looked at him helplessly. I did not know how to tie a tie. So I told him so.

"Oh, you. We will have to teach you a lot." Tom said. He approached me and started to tie my new tie. "Watch and learn. Knowing how to tie a tie is a basic skill of every gentleman." With a couple of quick movements, the tie was tightly tied around my neck. Obviously, I was not used to this feeling. While Tom was turned around locking his car, I loosened the knot and unbuttoned the top button. I know we are going to a fancy restaurant, but I want to be able to swallow my food.

But the moment Tom turned back to me, the smile left his face. "No Maximilian. This is not how the tie should be tied. I don´t remember telling you you can loosen it up. Look at me. My tie is fully tied and I would like your one to be done the same way. So please, button-up and tie it properly."

Okay, okay, someone is bossy, I thought. But I did as I was told and we were ready to go for dinner. It was fine. Of course, I was always aware of the tie, but it was nothing bad. Tom was actually quite an interesting person and we had things to talk about. He even allowed me to order some alcohol after we finished our dinner. He was not drinking, obviously. He was a driver. But he let me order as much as I wanted. I guess being a lawyer comes with lots of money.

These 2 hours at the restaurant went very quickly. I was quite chatty by the end thanks to the number of cocktails I drank. Tom was nice enough to offer me a ride home to which I could not say no.

So we arrived at his car and as I was opening the passenger doors, he told me to go and sit in the back instead. "Yes, Sir. This will be the most luxurious Uber ride home I´ve ever had!" I joked. He did not laugh but I sat down. I told him where to go. I was planning on chatting with him, but tiredness after good food and those cocktails got me. I fell asleep almost immediately. To my surprise, I did not wake up at home.

[youngsuitedboi]

New Slave

I was lying on the floor when I woke up. I looked around but I could not say where I was. It must have been one of those Friday nights, I thought. I got drunk, met an okay-ish looking woman and ended up in her apartment. I guess my performance was not very good when I ended up sleeping on the floor instead of the bed with her. But that's fine. At least I can quickly find my clothes and leave before she wakes up. 

I stood up and as I wanted to move and start searching for my clothes, something stopped me. I looked down and to my surprise, I soon realized that my naked body was not going anywhere. My movement was restricted thanks to the heavy metal shackles that had been attached to my ankles, wrists, waist and neck. Their other ends were connected to the wooden floor around me. That was in contrast with the area where I was standing - metal rods with gaps between them. When I looked down, I could see through the gaps and it looked like there was a hole in the floor. 

Very good, boy. Learning from the start - I heard a voice behind me as I was looking through the gaps in the floor. To my surprise, it was not a woman´s voice I heard, it was a man speaking to me. - Good boys always look down, never into their Master´s faces. I'm impressed.

The man came to my field of vision and I saw a man in his 30s with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, fully clothed in leather. I did not recognise him at first, but then a vague memory from yesterday night reappeared. I saw that man in the pub where I was drinking. I went to the pub on my own to meet new people, especially women, but I ended up chatting to this guy. He joined me when he saw me sitting there on my own, looking at women around me. Of course I was, it was September and I just moved to the new city to study for my geography degree. 

We chatted about football, our sex lives and about other topics men usually talk about. But then my memory started giving up on me. I was not really sure what happened next and I really wanted to find out because the situation I got myself into did not look pleasant at all.

The man approached the table by the fireplace, put the bowl on it and continued to a huge fireplace in the wall in front of me. He lit it up with one elegant move of hand. The fire filled the room with warmth and light. 

Hey, I think there must have been some kind of misunderstanding between us, mate. I don't really remme…

Shut up! - He shouted at me mid-sentence. I knew I was not supposed to praise you at the beginning. That approach never works.

I was just standing there looking at this guy in front of me and I could not believe what was happening. The man started walking towards me and stopped only a few centimetres from me.

Be quiet and I will remove the shackles very soon. Talk, scream or misbehave in any other way and you will be standing here for a very long time.

He did not even wait for my reaction. He turned around the moment he finished and was walking back towards the fireplace. But first, he approached the chair by the table where all my clothes were neatly folded. He took the clothes and stood by the fireplace.

You won't really need those, will you? With a smile on his face, he first took my shirt and threw it into the fire without even looking there. His eyes were fixated on me.

What the fuck are you doing!? I shouted. No response. He just simply shook his head and threw my trousers in.

Hey! Are you listening to me? Let me the fuck out of here! I tried my best to get out of the shackles but I was unsuccessful. By the time I looked back at him, all my clothing was in the fireplace. All that was left in his hand was my wallet. 

He opened it, took out the money I had in it and put it in his pocket. I wanted to shout at him again but just before I could, he threw my whole wallet into the fire, too. That left me with my mouth wide open at first. My credit cards, ID and all my important documents were there! What was he thinking?

You will pay for this! Put out the fire NOW! I was seriously pissed off but I could not have done anything. At least nothing at this moment.

Still smiling, he started walking slowly towards me. He approached me and said:

There will be a lot of work required with you, won´t it, boy? Only if you listened to me when I warned you earlier. I did not like the way he was looking at me, but mostly, I hated him and I knew I needed to express this hate somehow. While we were standing in front of each other, I spat on his face.

You are a fucking weirdo, mate! Do you know that? Let me go immediately! 

He wiped it off his face and, again, shook his head still smiling. But this was a different kind of smile. It scared me a bit. This man was not aggressive at all, he stayed calm and that was dangerous. He just turned around and walked somewhere behind me. I heard him opening some drawers and after a moment I heard something electric below me. I looked down and I was a metal rod rising from the floor right below where I was standing. It kept coming up so I moved forward otherwise it would pierce me. It stopped and that was the moment when the man returned. 

He was standing right behind me, I turned my head around as much as I could and I saw a reasonably sized dildo in his hand which was now being screwed into the rod. 

No no no, I thought. He must be a maniac. What is this all about? My thinking did not last long because he grabbed me and moved me back above that thing. That dildo was now lightly touching my hole. 

Mate, I´m telling you! Stop it now!

But he acted as if I was not talking to him.

Don't move and relax, it will hurt otherwise. With this, the rod started moving slowly up. I thought, no, this is not going up my ass, I´m not going to play this weird sick game. I moved forward again. This movement was not met with understanding because his palm landed on my left cheek and he was not holding back. I screamed from pain. 

Don't make it worse for you, boy! Do what I tell you and you will be fine. He grabbed me, moved me above the dildo again and it started to go up again. This time, he did not let me go. I felt the pressure on my hole but I could not move and it was not slowing down. I shrieked from pain as it entered me. Once inside, it slowed a bit but it still did not look like it was stopping anytime soon. 

It was all in now. I could feel it because my ass was now touching the cold metal rod. But it kept rising. I couldn't take any more so I decided to stand on my toes. That gave a moment of relief but it must have been exactly what the man wanted from me because the rod was not stooping for quite some time. 

It finally stopped. I was on my tiptoes and it was all the way in me. As far as it could. I was doing my best to balance myself because I knew that if I went back down on my feet, it would probably tear me up. 

Good boy. He said and smacked me on my ass. That sent a wave of pain in that whole area. 

I shouted from pain and he used this time to put a ball gag in my mouth and secured it at the back of my head.

I did not want to do this to you, boy. But you seem to be using your mouth more than you have to. This way we can prevent you from speaking, shouting...or spitting. I hope you realised by now that you were not supposed to do so. If not, the punishment later will hopefully teach that. Let me now just attach this collar to you so you will be ready for now.

He showed me a massive reinforced leather collar. I tried to disagree again, but the gag prevented me from doing so. He did not bother with removing the metal collar I was already wearing which was attached to the floor, he simply put this new one over it.

This is a posture collar, boy. It will stretch your neck and it will hold your neck and head nicely up and straight. 

The collar was placed around my neck and the bottom was resting on my shoulders. Not only was I not able to look down, this also prevented me from turning my head around. The collar was very tight, I could barely breathe. It was another thing to take care of after balancing myself on my tiptoes. 

When the collar was attached and locked, the man stood in front of me again and he was looking at me quietly. It must have been an interesting view. Me, 19 year old young man in metal shackles on his tiptoes with a dildo up my ass, gagged and not able to look around. I had no other option than to be looking at him. I tried to protest, but every movement was just very painful thanks to that dildo. 

With a smile on his face he said: I hope you are enjoying yourself, but this is just a beginning.

Just a beginning?? What does he think? I´m leaving at the first possible moment. 

I now have to go so I will leave you here for a while. It is fine, I think you need a moment. Just do me a favour. Look straight into the fire, you know, some say looking into the fire calms people down. 

And with that, he left the room while I was trying to talk through the gag in my mouth. I heard him locking the door. All I could do was to stand there, try not to move much and hope he would return soon so I can leave this place. But for now, all I could see was my burning wallet and clothing in the fireplace. That sonofabitch knew exactly what he was doing and he left me here looking at how my stuff is disappearing from the world. 

[youngsuitedboi]

Boy, it is time for you to cum for the last time. Then, you will be locked in the the cage on the far left. Once you'll reach the cage on the right, I might let you cum again. Well, only if you will still be able to do so. At the end of the day, it will take us some time.

[youngsuitedboi]

Trip to my Master´s

When the 2nd British lockdown was announced, my Master messaged me and told me that I will be moving in with him for the duration of the lockdown. All my classes were online so moving out of London for a short period of time was not an issue. 

The decision was made and I was to be picked up by my Master on Wednesday 4th of November - one day before the start of lockdown. I finished my classes at 4 PM and my Master arrived about half an hour later. He looked great. He was wearing his well-fitted navy suit with a blue shirt and blue/gold striped tie. I greeted him with respect but I made him angry straight away because I have not yet managed to pack my stuff. I started packing quickly but I knew I will be punished for this. 

Once I finished packing I told my Master that I am ready to go. He looked at me and told me to also pack all the toys I had at home. So I opened the box with everything I owned and I tossed it in the second bag. Ropes, leather hood, cuffs, gags, chastity belt, even leather sleepsack ended up packed it. 

I stood in front of my Master and announced Him that I am now ready to go. He looked at me and shook his head. 

- I want you to change into your school uniform and when you are done, you will take all the clothes you packed out of the bag, put them back into your closed and you will only pack more white short-sleeves, white briefs and your grey socks with green trim. 

What? I did not believe what he just said. I am a 23-years old man and my Master wants me to only pack my school uniform clothing He bought for me? The whole months of lockdown wearing only that? What about leaving his house and going shopping? I had many questions but I was not there to ask them. I did what we told me. 

I took off all my clothing and I was standing naked in front of him. I took one of my white briefs from the drawer and I was about to put them on when my Master stopped me again.

- We will lock that cock away first, boy. Lockdown means lockdown - he said. 

Oh..so not only will I only wear shorts for the next month, but my penis will also be locked. The maximum time locked so far was slightly over one week so I guess, my Master wants to use this time together for pushing my boundaries. I took the chastity belt from the bag. It was a new one and I have never worn it before. I used to wear black plastic one, but that was quite big for me so my Master purchased a smaller one for me recently. When I mean smaller, I mean smaller. The plastic one was about 7 centimetres long, this new metal one was only 4.5 centimetres in length. I managed to put my penis into this small cage and locked myself away. I handed the keys to my Master and he hid them in the rear pocket of his jacket.

Locked, I finally put my briefs on. Socks were next. The uniform that my Master bought for me was mostly from Marks and Spencer’s school uniform section which added to my humiliation. I, 23-years old guy was wearing the same clothing a 10-years old boy would to the school. Only socks were a special item. They were purchased from the Albert Prendergast and their trim matched my bottle green jacket and tie. The next was the shirt. I put it on and buttoned it all the way up. I tucked it in the grey shorts that were ending just above my knees. So now, only they were visible. I quickly tied my bottle green tie and put my blazer on. As part of my schoolboy appearance, I had to properly comb my hair as well. I put the Brylcreem into my hair so my hair looked nice and held where whey was supposed to hold. 

Fully clothed in my uniform, with an approved haircut, I packed the rest of my shirts and a grey jumper with the same bottle-green trim. 

- Right boy. I think we are finally ready now. This will be your dress code for the duration of the lockdown. You will not be permitted to wear anything else. Not even long trousers. I want you to experience the real life of a schoolboy living under my roof. Yes, you will go out, you will go shopping or meet my friends, but this uniform will be worn so everyone knows who is in charge. Now, clean your shoes, put them on and let´s finally go. 

I grabbed the shoe wax, cloth and I quickly polished my shoes. They were another gift from my Master. They were black oxford shoes of great quality. Once ready, we left my flat, I lined the door and I was walking towards my 1st ever experience of wearing my school uniform and shorts in public.

The moment we stepped out of the main building door, I felt like everyone was looking at me. I wanted to be in my Master´s car as soon as possible. 

- I did not find a parking space anywhere near, boy - my Master said - so I had to park at the tube station instead.

Oh no. No, no, no. The tube station was only 7 minutes walk away, but it was on the high street and we will be walking through it in the middle of the day when everyone is out enjoying the last free day. It is also a time when real school children are finishing their school day. Well, I guess I will be trained in public from the 1st moments. 

We were approaching the main intersection between the high street and the street I live in. We had a red light so we had to stop and wait. I felt how the passengers of the 1st few cars in a row are looking at me. I tried not to look at them so I was looking straight in front of me. That´s when I spotted a mother with her son on the other side of the crossing. I looked at her son and I have to say, we both looked almost the same. The only difference was that he was clothed appropriately to his age and probably coming home from school, while I was quite out of place. 

Luckily, the light turned green and we passed the little boy with his mother and we were heading towards the car park. The only obstacle was a high street now. We were passing shop by shop and we were almost at the car park when my Master stopped me in front of McDonald´s. 

- Boy, I fancy a burger before I drive such a long distance. Here is a fiver, please go and buy me some. 

And I thought things could not get worse. I took the money off him. - Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. - I said, put my bags down and entered the restaurant. 

He gave me a banknote which meant I could not order on the self-checkout but I had to go and speak with the person on the till. I stood in the line and, again, I tried not to look around because I did not want to see the reactions of other people. 

I heard a burst of loud laughter which made me look towards the direction where it was coming from. I spotted a group of teenager boys that were looking and pointing at me. Oh, they must have been laughing at me. They were younger than me, but they were definitely not wearing shorts. Actually, it was the beginning of November, no one would wear shorts now. By the time I got to the order, my face must have been completely red. The person on the till must have seen that and I saw how they checked my whole outfit with their eyes. I quickly placed the order, took the receipt and..oh...I had to go and wait for the order which meant to go and stand by the schoolboys.

I found a spot and I could feel their looks at me. I heard them still talking about me and how they would never ever wear shorts in their age. Sadly for me, it was not up to me to make that decision. But they did not know. No one knew other than me and my Master. 

They called my number so I quickly grabbed the bag and almost run out of the maccies. My Master was standing by the entrance waiting for me.

- Good boy, now, let´s get to the car.

Finally. I picked up my bags and followed my Master to his car.

We finally arrived at our destination. Well… It was still only my Master´s car, but at least the car park was not as crowded as the high street. My Master opened the booth of the car for me so I could put my bags in. 

- Boy, I want you to take the ropes and the leather hood out of your bag and take it to the car with you. And do not forget, small boys like you must sit in the back.

What have I thought? That I will have a pleasant 3 hours long journey? No no. While I was searching for those items, my Master took his McDonald´s bag and placed it on his front seat. I found the things He asked for, I closed the booth and sat down on the back seat. My Master approached me from the outside and ordered me to take off my blazer and fasten my seat belt. I did so and that´s when he took my left hand and started to tie the knot around my wrist. He did the same with my right hand as well and then he tied both of them together in front of me. He then took another rope, he attached it to my already tied hands and he brought both ends of that rope from the sides of the front seat. He moved the front seat further away from me and tied them together from the other side of the seat. So now, my hands were not only tied together, but they were also stretched in front of me and I could not bring them close to my body at all. 

Next in line was the leather hood. My Master grabbed it and whispered in my ear. 

- I hope you will enjoy this journey my boy. There will be no distraction for you so you will have full 3 hours to think about the next month. 

With that, he put something in my left ear. The noise coming from that side of my head was very very quiet, almost not there at all. He put the same thing in my other ear and now, I could not hear anything at all. It was quite scary. I looked at my Master. All he did was showed me to be quiet. 

Then, he placed the leather hood over my face and started lacing it up at the back of my head. He was not playing any games, he was tightening it very precisely. Once he finished, he took the blindfold that was hanging from the side of the hood and place it in front of my eyes. Now, my vision was gone, too. It felt quite claustrophobic so I started begging my Master to remove the blindfold. Little did I know that me trying to speak will make it easier for my Master to insert the gag in my mouth. He tightened it up behind my head as well and that´s when His job was done. I did not hear anything, I did not see, I could not speak and my hands were tied up far in front of me so it was impossible for me to remove the hood. I just wanted my Master to start the car and feel the movement. But it was just not coming. 

It must have been 10 minutes and we remained still. My Master must have left me here on display for people walking by. It must have been an interesting view for them. They saw a guy who was tied to the car, with the leather hood enclosing his head and, we cannot forget, in a white short-sleeved shirt and striped school tie...and of course the shorts. But where is my Master? I tried to listen very hard but I could not hear any sound. Another 20 minutes must have passed when I finally noticed the car moving.

The journey was long. As my Master said, I had so much time thinking about the next month. It will be intense. These few minutes of me in my uniform in public was just the beginning. A small teaser of what is awaiting me. Before, when I spent time with my Master, I only wore my school uniform in private and when we went outside, I was allowed to wear my casual clothes. Well..not really casual. I had to wear a collared shirt and proper trousers because I had to still represent my master. This time, I will be representing him in my shorts. I hope He will be proud of me. 

We were slowing down. We must have left the motorway. But according to my calculations, we were only halfway there. I was scared of what had my Master prepared for me this time. 

He stopped the car. After a few moments, I felt like the rope holding my hands away from my body got loose. I felt my Master´s hand around my back and he was pushing me towards the door. Oh, does He want me to get off the car somewhere, I do not even know where, while still having the hood on my head? I understood that that´s exactly what he wanted when I felt the rope pushing me out. I got off the car and my Master started to lead me towards the unknown. 

I noticed that the ground below me turned from the tarmac into the dirt. We must have entered some kind of forest. My Master was leading me but was not supporting me. The surface was uneven now so I had to make sure not to fall, or, not to make my expensive shoes dirty. 

After approximately 5 minute walk, we stopped. I felt my Master tying my hands to the side, probably to some tree. Then he applied the pressure on my shoulders, making me go down on my knees. That´s when he removed my gag. My jaw already hurt from having that gag in my mouth but my Master did not care. The moment when the gag left my mouth, it was replaced with his cock. 

He started slowly, but soon he managed to find his stable, but quite a quick pace. I was there, in the middle of the forest, on my knees, in my school uniform blindfolded, sucking my Master´s dick. My penis was telling me that I liked it. 

I was sucking him for a long time. He would always start to go faster and faster and then he would replace his dick with the gag for some time. When he was ready again, he removed the gag and started again. I think this was his 8th run when His cum finally filled my mouth. He kept his dick in my mouth for quite some time after he came, giving me enough time to clean it properly. I was almost finishing when I felt his penis twitching again. The cum aftertaste in my mouth was soon replaced with the taste of his piss. I guess this is the punishment for me not being ready in time. My Master knows how much I love the taste of His cum so He probably did not want me to enjoy this moment. When He finished, I cleaned His cock again, He finally removed it from my mouth. 

- Thank you, Sir! I love you, Sir! - I said and my mouth was filled with the gag again.

My Master safely brought us back to to his car and placed me back on my seat. I was in the safety of the car again. It is weird, I have left the car on an unknown place, not knowing whether someone actually saw us, without seeing anything. When I think about it, I have been seeing black and not hearing anything for about 3 hours now..and we are still not at my Master´s place.

He tied me hands in front of me again and we continued on our journey. 

After another approximately 90 minutes, we finally arrived to my Master´s place. Luckily for me, He has a garage so He parked His car there. No more appearing in public for me. At least not today. My Master approached me and untied me again. I was now expecting my leather hood to be taken off, but soon I learned that I was mistaken. 

He lead me by the rope again. I was still blindfolded, deafened and gagged. My Master was leading me through the house, but He must have been just having fun with me, dragging me around the house again and again so I have no idea where I was. After a few minutes of playing with me, we stopped in one of the rooms, where my Master tied me to somethig and left me standing there for a while. When he returned, he untied my hands completely. It was a nice feeling not to have my wrists tied anymore. Master had me sit down on the bed. I felt something leathery underneath me. Oh, I know what it was. It was my leather sleepsack. 

I guess it was around my bed time already. I did not want to spend my 1st night at my Master´s in a sleepsack but in this relationship, I am not the one creating the rules. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when I felt my Master taking my shorts and briefs off. Yes, it definitely is my bed time. To my surprise, he left the shorts at my ankles and he grabbed my locked penis. Even though the metal cage, I felt that He is putting something over it. I could not see what exactly it was, but it felt like a condom. Then, He attached something to it and He put my white briefs back. I felt that something attached to the condom was some kind of pipe that was now coming down my leg. My Master put my shorts on again and now I could definitely feel the tube. I know what it was. He attached the condom catheter with a pipe on me. That meant only one thing. I will spend some time in that sleepsack.

Master took of my shoes and dragged me towards the middle of the bed. Then he slid my legs into the sleep sack. Wait. Isn't he undressing me first? Is he putting me in while I am still wearing my school uniform? I mean, what´s the better way for me to learn that my uniform is now part of me than having me wear it the whole time? While I was thinking about this, my Master was putting my hands into dedicated compartments for hands so I cannot move with them while I sleep. 

It was time for Him to zip the sleepsack up and tighten it. Just before He did so, He brought the pipe connected to the catheter out of the sleepsack and connected it to a piss collector. At least that´s what I think was happening, after all, I haven´t seen the anything since for more than 5 hours now.

 This sleepsack was made to my measurements so I could not move in it at all. As if it was not enough, my Master took some kind of straps and tied them around my ankles, above my knees, around my waist and chest. I was now completely immobile, still in my school uniform and sensory deprived in my leather hood. I started to move around, which was another mistake I made. That was the point when my Master started to attach another rope to the outer hooks on my sleepsack. He was connecting it with the hooks on the bed. He was done in about 10 minutes which now meant for me that no movement within the slpeesack or even within the bed is not impossible. I was tightly bound in the sleepsack and the sleepsack was tightly tightend to the bed from each side. There was no way for me to escape. I felt my Master´s hands on the sides of my head and he kissed me good night on my forehead. I guess that was the time he left me there on my own and He is the only one who knows how long for.

[youngsuitedboi]

My journey of becoming a schoolboy

CHAPTER 3

It´s here. My alarm woke me up at 6:30 AM. It was the first day of my last high school year. And I was excited. I got up immediately and I headed to the bathroom to get ready. I didn´t spend much time there because I knew that the earlier I finish, the earlier I will be wearing my new suit to school. I bought my new clothing 2 days ago and I have not worn it since. But today is the day I would start and never end. Hopefully. 

I left the bathroom in less than 10 minutes and I was now standing in front of my new wardrobe. Underwear first. I opened my drawer with boxers and I reached all the way back when I was hiding my new white briefs. I grabbed them and pulled them out. I was now looking into the mirror on my closet. I was naked, holding those briefs in my hands. My sleepy penis started to wake up. I had no time for this if I wanted to catch my train so I quickly put on the briefs. They were tighter than al my other boxers which made my penis to stay in place because he did not have much space to grow. There was a pressure on the material of briefs but it felt right.

Then I grabbed my new grey knee-high socks and I put them on. The view in the mirror was great. With my new haircut and this childish underwear, I looked like I was 12 and not 16. I loved it.

I slowly took one of the white shirts off the hanger. I slid one arm in the sleeve and then the other. I started to button my shirt and with each button done, I could feel the shirt enclosing my upper body completely. I left the top button undone for now. It was time for trousers.

I put them on and I tucked my shirt in properly. I love suit trousers because they are very light. I was used to wearing jeans and they are way ticker than nice grey trousers that I was wearing at the moment. They were cut slim so my legs looked great in them. 

I did not know what tie to wear today. I wanted to wear them all but I decided to go with blue and gold stripes. It was time to button my shirt all the way up and I did so. The collar was already tight but I had no problems with breathing. I put the tie around my shoulders and I was trying to remember what Mark taught me. I managed to create a knot that was very even and I started to tighten it. The tie had now the right length and the right knot. But I started to tighten it a little bit more. I could feel my collar co come closer and closer to my neck. I had to stretch my neck a bit so I felt comfortable. But it felt right. That tight knot was a reminder for me of my outfit for the rest of the day. Of course, it will loosen in a few hours or minutes but I will keep tightening it.

Septembers are quite chilly in my country so I decided to also wear my grey sweater. I haven´t tried this one before but it fit perfectly. I decided again to wear grey trousers, black blazer combination. My plan was to wear this combination for important school days such as the start of the school year, days when I had presentations, school competitions etc. I would wear all grey suit on days like my birthday or outside of the school. And then a full black suit will be worn every day from tomorrow. It is classic and typical colour of school uniforms when the school does not have blazers of, for example, blue, red or green colour. That was the way how I decided to be clothed every day from now on. I was now fully clothed. All I needed was to slip into my new shoes. 

I was storing them in my room, still in the box. I opened the box and I took my black oxfords out. Again, black oxfords would be worn for special days and classic Derby-styled black shoes would accompany me all black everyday uniform. I slid into those shoes and I tied the laces. As I was standing up, I looked into the mirror. Again. And I smiled. 16-year-old me was standing there in a full suit ready to go to school. Something I was not ready for, were looks of other people and my classmates. But I would deal with them later.

It was time for me to step out of my room. My whole family was already having breakfast and I was supposed to join them. It was our family tradition to have breakfast together before me and my brother leave to school and before both of my parents go to work. My dad already saw me in my suit, but it will be the first time for my mum and brother. I took a deep breath and I entered the kitchen.

There they were. They all looked at me when I entered. My dad in his work suit was eating his scrambled eggs. Next to him, my mother was sitting. My brother was sitting on the other side of the table and I was supposed to join him on that side. So I sat down. There was me in my black-grey suit and my brother who also decided to go more formal than usual. Well, not as formal as I was wearing, but formal. You could say smart casual. He was wearing navy blue chinos and a white untucked shirt with 2 top buttons undone. He was 14 but he looked older than I did. And I felt like that´s how it was supposed to be. 

The conversation was very awkward. My brother was laughing at me, my mum could not believe but she was happy for me and my dad was just talking about all the money I spent. But somehow, I survived.

“I suppose you will have to get used to this, mum. You will see me in a suit often.” I said when I and my brother were about to leave the flat. I was about to enter the real world with real people looking at me. It was terrifying and arousing at the same time. 

Me and my brother were heading to the train station. It was chilly outside, exactly as I expected. I could feel the wind bumping into my trousers and it went through them with no problem as the material was very light. I loved that feeling. When we arrived at the station I tried to look around me to see what other boys were wearing. I could not find anyone wearing the full suit. But there were boys who were trying. There was one boy in white shirt and a blazer. Another one was wearing a light blue shirt with a nice tie with a funny pattern. But his top button was undone and his tie was tied around his neck just leisurely. That reminded me of my tie. I checked it and tightened it. 

Usually, students wear more formal wear on this day. Well, we all know what they consider as formal wear. Jeans and a shirt. And then, there was me. A teenager sitting on the train, travelling to my school in full suit and tie. That's not a usual view for people so everyone was looking at me. Exactly what I did not want. But it was expected. I wanted this and I felt amazing. I just loved the feeling of the cotton shirt on my skin, the tie around my neck and the whole suit. It was amazing. 

Half way through my journey, it was time for my brother to get off the train. He was attending a different high school and his one was closer to where we lived. He was seated opposite to me but now the seat was empty. But not for long. Someone sat in front of me. I was busy looking into my phone, but I spotted a nicely polished black oxfords almost touching my pair. I looked up and what I saw, surprised me. There was another boy sitting in front of me, also in a full suit. His hair was as perfect as his well fitted navy suit. You could see a difference between me and him. My tie was a school-like type and his one was plain navy one that matched with the colour of his suit. He also had a handkerchief in his suit pocket and he was wearing something I could never wear as a good schoolboy. Double Cuffed shirt. He must have been about my age, but he looked much older in his suit, unlike me. Our eyes met for a moment, but I looked away quickly. I could not believe that there was someone else in a full suit today and that person looked great and he was sitting in front of me. I wanted to know this guy. I was too shy to say anything to him but I always tried to look at him when he was not paying attention. He was perfect, he was something I would never be. Something I would never want to be. As a schoolboy in my heart, I knew that I was wearing perfect clothing for me. And the boy in front of me was wearing clothes for real men. My pre-cum started dripping.

The journey came to an end so I had to say bye to my “new friend”. I looked at him one more time and I tried to remember the picture I was seeing. I must have been looking at him longer than I thought because he asked me if I´m okay. Oh my god, he said something to me. I quickly tried to answer something that would make sense, but all I managed to do is to quickly grab my backpack and run away. Oh, that was embarrassing. I had a chance to talk to that guy and I messed it up. But now I knew how he sounded. I quickly left the station and I was heading to my school.

[youngsuitedboi]

10/10 Schoolboy wardrobe

Every schoolboy´s dream wardrobe. Schoolboy will never be able to own so much clothing. He simply does not need it. He will always admire his Master´s wardrobe and he will dream about it. 

But the schoolboy knows that his Master wants the best for him.

[youngsuitedboi]

9/10 Schoolboy uniform

Well behaved schoolboys might work their way up to his point. This is a maximum amount of clothing the schoolboy can ever gain. At this point, the schoolboy does not need any more clothing. 

His little choice of shirts, blazers and ties will be still closely controled by his Master and strict rules will apply. Shorts will be still defalut shoice for the boy.

[youngsuitedboi]

8/10 Schoolboy wardrobe

Schoolboy may be rewarded by a new tie once in a while for a good behaviour or success in the school. 

But if he wants to wear other than his primary everyday tie, he must wear grey shorts as a reminder that he is under the control of his Master or Sir. The schoolboy might get a little option, but he can´t feel like he can do whatever he wants!