Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 11:25:58 -0500
From: Johnny Smile <johnnysmile@ureach.com>
Subject: Charlie

Charlie
By Johnny Smile (Johnnysmile@ureach.com)


I waited, like a good boy.

I knew that soon, my master would come for me.  Just
like always.

I'd been in this basement all afternoon, since coming
home from school.  I did as instructed: I locked the
upstairs door, unlocked the side door, and then went
to the back room.  I took off all my clothes and set
them in the corner.  I knelt down in the center of the
room and waited.

I'd been here for an hour, kneeling on the thin
carpet.  My dick ached it was so hard, but my Master
wouldn't let me touch it without him.  I wasn't
allowed.

There was a creak at the side door.  My heart leapt,
knowing my Master would soon be in front of me!  I
loved him so much!

On the far side of the basement room, my Master
entered.  In the mundane world, he was known as
Charlie Becker.  He was quarterback for the football
team, catcher on the baseball team, and center on the
basketball team.  He was class vice-president (and
would have been president if that cunt Tammy Weckner
hadn't cheated and brought candy) and an editor of the
monthly newspaper.  He worked with the special-ed
students and the kindergarten exchange class.

And he was beautiful.  He had brown hair that was
cropped quite short on the sides and back, and hung
down straight off the top to his eyebrows.  He shaved
daily, and dressed impeccably.  Today he was wearing
black jeans and a dark blue dress shirt, with a
brightly colored tie running down his thick chest and
taut belly.

He was my Master.

"Have you touched yourself?"  He asked.

I held his gaze, just as he'd taught me.  "No,
Master."

"Good boy."  He smiled.  He approached, loosening his
tie and pulling his belt open, along with the top
button on his jeans.  He stood as close as possible,
his belt hanging away from him on either side of my
head.  I was eye level with his ample crotch.  I could
see where his thick cock arched out across his lap,
the shaft stretching the denim tightly.  I puckered my
lips and placed a single kiss right on the head of my
Master's cock.  "Good boy."  He commended again.  My
heart soared.

He unbuttoned his shirt, remaining right in my face.
I breathed deeply, sucking up his soft, manly scent.
Pulling his shirt open, he revealed a smooth expanse
of rippling gold flesh.  Charlie exercised a lot, and
it showed.  He reached to unbutton his cuffs, and I
did what he'd taught me to do: I kissed his belly.
Charlie had instructed me in all sorts of protocol he
wanted.  As his servant, I did my best to please him.
One of the things he liked was to be greeted, even
body part by body part, with a kiss.  When I had done
that, he allowed me to lay the side of my face against
his muscular belly.  I inhaled his fragrance again.

I felt him slide his shirt from his shoulders, not
daring to look up.  When he wanted me to look up he
would tell me.

He pulled away from me, hanging his shirt on a hook on
the wall.  He returned to me, and his hands stroked my
hair.  "How long have you been here?"

"Since four."  I answered.  I knew it had been at
least an hour, but I wasn't sure how long.

"Well, that deserves a reward, don't you think?"  It
was rhetorical.  I wouldn't answer that question.  I
wasn't supposed to.

Charlie gripped my head and pressed my face into his
crotch, grinding forward.  I felt the shaft inside and
bit softly on it.  Charlie moaned.

"Open my pants."  He commanded.  I obeyed.

Reaching up to grasp my Master's fly, I slid the
zipper down slowly, trying not to rush.  I get
punished if I tried to rush faster than he wanted to
go.  Once the fly was down, I pulled the flaps open,
revealing his white briefs underneath.  I inhaled
deeply.  It was heaven.

"Remove my shoes."

I bent down and untied his giant boots.  I loosened
the laces on one, and held it tightly as he slid his
foot from it.  He held his foot up and I removed his
sock.  He let me smell his socks before straightening
them out and placing them off to the side.  I kissed
the top of his bare foot, and we repeated for his
other shoe.

"Remove my pants."

I slid my hands around his waist and worked his pants
down.  His underwear remained in place.  He hadn't
told me to take those off him yet.  But he would.

I pushed the jeans to the floor, and he stepped from
them.  I folded his jeans carefully, like he taught
me, and lay them to the side.  I turned back and
kissed my Master's cock again.

Charlie slid the tie, still looped, from his head, and
dropped it over mine.  The tail hung down, it's silky
fabric rubbing across my aching dick over and over.  I
loved my Master with all my heart, but he knew some
very ingenious ways to torture me.

"Good boy."  He said.  I felt a rush of blood color my
entire body.  His praise always did make me blush.
"You deserve a reward."  His hand tilted my head up,
and I opened my mouth.  He leaned down and let a line
of spittle drool from his lips, stringing lower and
lower before breaking and falling into my waiting
mouth.  I held still, letting my Master's spittle slid
down my tongue.  He stood, and a stroke of his finger
along my jaw told me I was allowed to swallow.  I did
so gratefully.

"What do you say?"  He asked.  I always had to wait to
speak until spoken to.

"Thank you, Master."

"Remove my underwear."

I pulled the waistband of his tight white briefs down
in back first, my hands caressing the solid globes of
his ass.  I used to hope he would allow things, but I
had been trained well, and now didn't hope for
anything.  I merely obeyed.

I pulled the front of his underwear down, exposing his
dark brown curls, surrounding his thick Master's cock.
My Master's cock was perfectly proportioned to his
body, long and lean, golden smooth with a pair of
thick snaky veins across it.  His cockhead, swollen
bright red, was thicker than the shaft and
circumcised.  The eye was already weeping clear fluid.
I kissed the tip, his precum stretching between his
dick and my lips.  I watched it lengthen and fall
away.  It seemed such a waste.

Charlie stepped from his underwear, and I braved a
look up to him.  He smiled an allowance, and I brought
his white briefs to my face, inhaling the intoxicating
scent.  He'd been active today, I could tell.  His
underwear smelled like he'd been randy for a while.
Could he have been looking forward to this?

I folded his briefs, knowing that I had to put them
away or he'd be disappointed that I wasn't following
his rules.  My Master held me not through fear or
anger, but through love, and I ached to obey.  I
wanted to return his love as best I could, and that
meant obeying his commands.  He showed his love by
being a clear and respectful Master.  He also happened
to be the sexiest man alive.  I was grateful he'd
chosen me as his servant.

When I turned back to my Master, he was standing
waiting.  His tie brushed across my aching dick again.
His cock was pointed straight out at my face.  I
waited.  It looked delicious.

Charlie grabbed his dick with one hand around the base
and smacked me in the face gently with it.  I held
firm, relishing the thwack of his meat across my
cheek.  It made me even hotter, and I know he liked it
very much.  I could feel a cooling wet spot on my
cheek.  It was as though he was anointing me with his
fluid.  And I did feel much blessed.

"Do you want to suck your Master's dick?"  He asked me
softly.

"Yes please."  I said, not nodding.  If I nodded, I
may cause him to miss me with one of his slaps, and it
wouldn't do to cause my Master to fumble anything.
That would be a horrible mistake for me.  He might
withhold his love and approval.  I couldn't bear it.

Charlie pushed his dick against my lips, smearing his
fluid like a lipstick.  I waited.  His precum was
slick and warm, having been pumped freshly from inside
my Master.  "Good boy."  He said, and I was finally
allowed to open my mouth.  He pushed into my mouth,
and I felt his thick cock finally slide along my
tongue.

Charlie moved his dick around, in and out at his own
speed, deep as he chose.  My responsibility at this
point was to suck whatever he gave me.  He pulled
back, leaving his dickhead between my lips.  I sucked
it hard, pulling more of his juice from him.  He
moaned, his legs bowing slightly.

"Okay, you can suck my dick."  He finally allowed.
That was his way of telling me to do it how I wanted.
I leaned in, wrapping one hand around his hefty balls,
tickling behind them with a single finger.  The other
hand grabbed his thick dick and jacked it slightly,
following the rhythm of my sucking.  My Master moaned
loudly.  Part of me hoped no one was home upstairs.  I
couldn't quiet him; I could never tell my Master what
to do.

I wanted to offer him a better position, one he might
be able to enjoy better, but it wasn't my place.  If
he wanted it differently, he would tell me.  Until
then, I took what he offered gratefully, glad for it.

I felt his hand on the back of my head.  Another sign.
I let go of his dick and let him force himself all the
way.  I swallowed the head of his cock down my throat,
grinding my nose into his pubic hair.  He held me on
him, swallowing over and over, for what must have been
half a minute, before pulling back.  His cock had
swollen, and spit fell from it.  I licked it clean,
like a good servant.  Charlie grabbed the base and
wrung up the full load of precum his cock had in it.
It beaded thickly, running down his juicy slit and
beginning a long descent down the shaft.  I licked it
up, rolling the taste across my whole tongue.

"Lay back."  He ordered.  I obeyed.  Lying on my back,
Charlie stood over me, his feet on either side of my
chest.  Ho loomed over me with a smile, his dick
glistening in the dim light.  He was beautiful.

Charlie knelt down over my chest, his dick falling and
touching my lips.  I kissed it.  He leaned onto his
hands, and arched his hips forward, forcing his dick
once again into my mouth.



I've gone to school with Charlie since seventh grade
in Junior High.  He'd always been one of the popular
guys.  Everyone loved him.  I, on the other hand, was
a geek.  I didn't have any cool friends.  I didn't
have many friends at all.  I certainly couldn't tell
anyone I was gay.

Once we'd moved into high school in tenth grade, I saw
Charlie less around school.  I never actually hung out
with him, but I'd had a crush on him for as long as I
could remember.  He was beautiful!  But in high
school, there were so many other kids that I didn't
see him too often any longer.  When I did my heart
would jump and I would smile.  He always returned it,
but then moved on.

Then, just last September in Chemistry I was assigned
a seat with Charlie.  They paired people up at large
lab tables in the classroom, and Charlie happened to
be my partner.  I was ecstatic and horrified at the
same time!  I was finally being put next to Charlie,
but what would he say?  Would he think I was a dink
and harass me?

I shouldn't have worried.  Charlie was a really nice
guy.  He chatted with me and treated me like I was an
equal, which, in the high school hierarchy, I wasn't.
I was drastically inferior to him in popularity.
Every guy wanted to be him, every girl wanted to be
with him.  He was in the top echelon of the entire
school.

But in Chemistry we were equals.  Or, more accurately,
I got to forget we weren't equals.  One day I opened
my notebook to get some paper for him and he saw I had
doodled his name, with hearts and cutesy shit all
over.  I was horrified!  I slammed my notebook shut,
hoping he hadn't seen it, but he had.  I waited for
him to start shouting, announcing I was a fag and he
had to move seats.  But he didn't.  He just smiled.
"It'll be our little secret."  He said, winking.  And
he didn't say a thing about it again.  No one in
school ever found out.  I was safe.

From that point, though, there was a different dynamic
to our relationship.  It was no longer possible to
pretend I was just interested in being friends.  He
knew I was in love with him.  I knew he wasn't
interested.  I tried to ignore my feelings, but it was
nearly impossible, with him right there every day.


My Master pulled his beautiful cock from my mouth and
scooted forward, putting his heavy balls on my lips.
I licked them, greasing them with my spit.  Suckling
these globes was one of my most favorite ways to
worship him.


One day, after Chemistry class, Charlie asked if I
wanted to come over and work on the homework together.
I jumped at the chance, figuring I'd be doing the work
and he'd copy off me.  It was worth it to see what his
home looked like.  Maybe I could see his bedroom.

I went to Charlie's that afternoon, and he invited me
up to his room to work on the homework.  He lived in
one of the big houses, in the area that all the rich
families lived.  His parents were quite well off,
clearly.

I took one step inside his room, and was assaulted
with his scent.  It was everywhere!  His messy bed,
the pile of dirty clothes in the laundry basket.  His
closet hung open, filled with all the clothes I'd seen
him wear every day.  He had a shelf filled with books,
and one filled with CD's.  He had "Garbage" in at the
moment, playing softly in the background.  He dropped
onto his bed, and patted next to him.

I sat, pulling my bag onto my lap.  I dug inside,
fishing for the right notebooks.  It also served to
cover my hard-on.  I'd hate to make him more
uncomfortable.

Charlie grabbed my bag from me and tossed it to the
floor.  I felt one hand slip behind my back, and he
kissed my neck.

"I hope I can trust you."  He said softly.  "You won't
tell anyone, will you?"  He asked.

My head lolled back.  I couldn't believe it!  Charlie
Becker was putting the moves on me!  In his bed!  "No
- no."  I stuttered.  "I swear I won't tell."

"Good boy."  Charlie had said.  I felt a twinge in my
belly when he said that to me.  I felt beautiful!  "I
can't let anyone know.  Not now."  He said, stroking
my arm, nuzzling my neck.  I sat stock still, barely
breathing.  "I was hoping, maybe, you'd be interested
in playing a little.  You're the only one I know who
might be interested."

Sighed, chills running over my back.  "I'm
interested."  I said.  Charlie pushed me back on his
bed and kissed me, over and over, for the rest of the
afternoon.



My Master lifted from my face, sliding back until he
was on his hands and knees over me.  His eyes locked
onto mine and he smiled.  "You're a good boy."  He
spit in my mouth again, letting me swallow, before
kissing me directly.  His lips tasted sweet, like he'd
eaten fruit recently.  An apple.

I felt his thick tongue reach inside me, tangling my
own, tasting his servant.  He owned me body and soul,
a willing slave, a happy slave.  A slave in love.

Charlie reached below and gripped my dick softly,
stroking it as he kissed me.  "Don't cum yet."  He
commanded.  Such an unreal expectation!  I could cum
at any moment!  But my Master had ordered me, and I
had to obey.  There wasn't even a choice of what would
happen if I didn't obey.  I had to obey.  There was no
other choice

He stroked me slowly, trying to return the pleasure
I'd given him.  His hand finally left my dick and
pulled my legs up, until I was in position to be
fucked.

Charlie bestowed one last kiss before pulling back.
He slipped his tie from my neck as he did, and with a
look, he directed me to hold my legs up.  I did.  He
sat on his heels, rubbing one hand over my asshole.
He smiled.

He looped the neckhole of the tie around my dick and
balls, pulling it tight.  Now I had a nice, tight
cockring made of silk that had been consecrated on his
body all day long.  He let the tail fall up across my
chest.  His hands returned to my asshole.

He rubbed two fingers around, watching the sensations
he engendered in me.  He spit onto my upturned ass,
working it around with his long fingers.  I bit my lip
to keep from moaning.  He hadn't said I could moan
today.

He poked my hole slowly, one thick finger sliding in,
lubricated by his saliva.  "Your ass is so pretty."
He whispered.  It didn't sound like a Master's
command.  I wondered if I was supposed to respond with
something.

"Thank you, Master."

He looked up, and smiled.  "You're welcome."

As he smiled at me, I felt a second finger enter my
ass.  My eyes clenched tight.  It was painful, but
heavenly.  Charlie spit again, and slid a third
inside.  I looked up, and he was watching me.  His
eyes were locked onto my face, watching to see if he
was going too far too fast.  I hoped he knew he
wasn't.  He pushed his three fingers deep, and using
his other hand lifted my dick to his lips.  In a
single gulp he swallowed my meat.

I felt his fingers push against my prostate, and my
dick hit the back of his mouth.  Between his fingers
in my ass and his incredible tongue, I was ready to
cum buckets.  But he'd told me I couldn't, and I
obeyed.

Charlie was the best lover I could imagine.  He took
care of me in ways I never thought about before.  He
was willing to give me pleasure, not just take it.
And he enjoyed being my Master, enjoyed having me as
his sexual servant.  We were the perfect match.

He let my dick fall from his lips, which it did with a
wet smack.  I could see the head was a dark red.  The
noose was certainly doing its job.  I ached even more
than before.

Charlie slid his fingers from my ass slowly, and
smiled.  He held out his fingers to me.  I kissed
them.  "Good boy."  He praised.  He placed a kiss on
my asshole.

He moved around me, slipping his dick in my mouth
again.  I knew what he wanted, and did my best to lube
his dick with saliva.  It was in my own best interest.
While I did that, he spit onto my asshole, fucking a
single finger in and out of me.

Moving quickly but not seeming rushed at all, Charlie
returned to my upturned ass and pointed his thick,
bare dick at my ass.  The head slid in, forcing past
my sphincter.  I felt the fullness only a man can
bring, and bit my lip again.  He kept going.

I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass, and looked up
again to see him pressed securely against me.  His
entire Master's cock was inside me.  My dick twitched.

"Tell me you want it."  He said, smiling slyly.  I was
trying to catch my breath enough to speak, when he
repeated.  "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"Please, Master, fuck me with your big dick."  I
begged.  "Fuck me hard, Master."

And he did.



Months ago we'd figured out what our shared fetish
was, and had begun acting it out.  Never in school, at
least not obviously; we kept our role-play in private.
He never ordered me around outside our sexual
encounters, always treating me with respect.  High
school guys aren't supposed to be this sensitive.

Charlie wasn't the one who started the whole Master
thing, either.  I'd been on my knees, he sitting on
his bed, and I'd been sucking his wonderful dick for
about ten minutes.  He asked me to do something
different, lick his balls, I think, and I responded
with, "Yes, Master."  He ended up blowing right then.

We realized that we'd found a hot spot, and exploring
it together, discovered that sex was greatly improved
by acting out our mutual dominant-submissive roles.
We tried switching once, but neither of us enjoyed it
much.  I was much happier serving him than anything
else.  And he liked being in control.

Over the course of the school year we developed our
own rules.  I learned his preferences, his commands,
and he learned how to play not just my body but my
mind like a fine instrument.  He could turn a great
fuck into an incredible fuck by saying the right
things or treating me a certain way.  He knew what my
turn-ons were, and I knew his.

We'd gone to get tested together, too.  Once it was
clear that we would have a monogamous, if secret,
sexual relationship, we decided we wanted to be
completely sensitized to each other.  We were tested,
and with our histories that wasn't testing much at
all.  I was a virgin, and Charlie had only had sex
with a couple people, and always with a condom.  I'd
always assumed he'd done it a lot, but I guess when
you're gay and closeted it can cut back drastically.
He'd had sex with a girlfriend or two, to keep up
appearances, as well as a man he'd met at a party.
The man was 34, and Charlie had been 17.  That was it.

When it was clear we were both negative on everything
they tested for, we got rid of condoms and started
fucking bare.



Charlie fucked me slowly, making it so painfully good.
Inside I was begging to be released, pleading to be
allowed to cum.  But I said nothing.  My Master would
release me when he decided.  Not before.

He began speeding up, sliding back and forth a little
more quickly.  I panted, wanting to scream out in
pleasure.  Charlie must have noticed.  "Show me how
much you like it."  He instructed.  It was like a
switch had been flipped, because now I couldn't stop
moaning if I tried.  I wailed on each inward stroke,
whimpering every time he pulled back.

"Thank you, Master."  I panted.

He grinned, fucking harder.  I started grinding
against the thin carpet with each pound of his hips
into me.  I knew I'd be left with marks on my back,
but it was worth it.  To have my Master pounding my
ass, I'd take it.  I'd been marked by our sex before.
They were like souvenirs.

Charlie finally slowed, pulling out quickly.  He
jumped to my face, and stuffed his fat cock between my
lips as he exploded, spilling his thick, creamy man-
seed onto my tongue.  I felt the noose loosened from
my dick and his mouth take it in as I came.  We
swallowed each other's semen, taking a piece of each
other with us.  That's how he described it to me a
long time ago.  I didn't care right now.  I was
getting a mouthful of his cream, and that became my
whole world.

I watched his nuts constrict tightly again and again,
pumping his sperm into my mouth.  I sucked it up like
it was the only nourishment around, wishing I could
gorge myself on his spunk.  And the boy came.  A lot.
Charlie always came buckets.  I'd seen porno's and
never seen anyone cum as much as this boy.  He could
overflow my mouth when he'd gone a few days.  I'd take
a couple shots and swallow, another couple and
swallow.  Then I let it all just pool.

He licked my dick clean, and pulled from my mouth,
finally having stopped his copious flow.  His dick
hung pendulously above my face.  He lowered himself so
I could lick him clean with my tongue.  I held the
last of his jism in my mouth.

"Show me."  He demanded.  I opened, and he could see
his white wriggling juice sitting at the back of my
throat.  "Good boy."  He said, bending down and
kissing my lips.  I swallowed at the signal, and
opened my lips to let him taste his own cum on my
tongue.  He kissed me well.

Sitting back, finally, my Master let me sit up.  He
stood, and went to his jacket, which he'd dropped on
my bed when he first walked in.  I knelt on the floor,
waiting for a command.

Charlie was beautiful.  His skin glistened with sweat,
and his lanky hair hung in dripping strands.  His dick
was shiny and still half-swollen.  I was in love with
him.  I couldn't say anything to him, because I was
afraid it would scare him away.  I didn't want that.
But I loved him so much.

He returned with a collar.  It was made of black
leather, a thin strip of it that fastened with a
buckle.  He unfastened the collar and put it on me as
I knelt before him.  It felt itchy and uncomfortable.
I loved it.

"You're going to wear this every day."  He told me.
He produced a tiny padlock and snapped it through the
rings.  "You can't remove it until I say so."  He
kissed my lips.  "It means you belong to me, and no
one else."  He stood again, grabbing my arms and
bringing me to my feet.  Placing his hands on my hips,
he smiled, kissing me again.  "Every second of every
day you'll feel my hold on you.  I am your Master, and
now you'll never forget it."  He kissed me again.

"When someone asks why you wear it, tell them `it's
just a necklace.'  You're not allowed to say anything
else about it."  He pulled me against him.  "Do you
understand?"

"Yes Master."  I replied, trying to keep my excitement
in control.  He'd claimed me.  I was his, and only
his.  I loved him, and now, I knew, he loved me.