Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 21:07:34 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 1  - Authoritarian

This is the first chapter of part one of a trilogy of novels of gay sex.

Keywords:
authority, control, slavery, punishment, re-training, submission, loyalty

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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 1 - Ross Wells

     When I opened the door, he greeted me with the
smile.

     "Hello, Boss, it's great to see you again."

     Ross was his name and I had met him almost two
years ago when one of the better agencies had sent him
round. With his light hair and fair complexion, his light
Saxon features were topped with puppy dog brown eyes.
An unusual combination, but one which pleased me.

     "Can I take a shower, Boss?"

     I nodded ok and he went in the large bathroom and
quickly shed his clothes leaving them in a neat pile on one
of the stools. His body was as I remembered it from the
previous visit. Fine shoulders, a neatly tapered waist, tight
buttocks, and when he turned round in the shower, looking
at me looking at him, he smiled the smile again, and
stretched like a big cat his belly muscles taking the spray
of the shower nozzle.

     Ross was a well built lad where it mattered in his
profession. His uncut cock was thick and long to about 7
inches when down and definitely to 9 inches when erect.
He could top or
bottom, but for me he was always the latter.

     Having dried himself off, he did a hop skip and a
jump out of the bathroom and onto the king sized bed.
"Boss, I was hoping that you would be in town again" was
all he said, reaching out to undo my dressing gown.

     The first time I had him, all of two years previously,
I let him know who was Boss. He had asked me what I
wanted to be called, I had simply replied "Boss", and
being a fast learner knew that he would be a bottom on
that evening. And that was what he called me anytime
afterwards.

     Having taken off my dressing gown, he folded it
carefully and put it over the headboard. He pulled down
two pillows and laid his trim hips across them, raising up
his backside. His arse hole was already lubed, as I knew
that it would be. I also knew that he would have been
immaculately clean inside and out when he had arrived,
but he knew I like to see his body in all its twenty three
year old splendour from that angle.

     "Boss, I am all yours" he said

     I am good at two things and one of them is sex. For
over three hours, I made love to him and had him on the
edge of climax a hundred times. He truly whimpered and
cried with pleasure. He jumped and twitched as his walnut
hard prostate was hit time and time again with the
solidness of my cock.

     My greatest pleasure is a domination of a lover
through each of the body's erogenous zones. While not
even half of these are present in every body to a
heightened degree, rare is the body which does not have
some twenty or so.

     Ross had quite a number of such zones but his butt
hole was his most sensitive and why waste time playing
with an unresponsive pleasure point when another will
have your lover bucking for dear life.

     He had pleased me so much on the first occasion
some months back that upon his leaving, I took out $100
from my wallet to give him. I had already paid the agency
by credit card, so this was for him.

     "Boss," he said, "I don't want to take that. The
agency will pay me $200, and I would far prefer when you
are back in town" - I had said I was frequently away -
"that when you call them you ask for me."

     He had revealed three things, one the agency was
working on a fifty-fifty basis. Secondly, he had not said "if
you are back in town", but "when." Thirdly, he was
honest. He had not tried to cut the agency out, but had said
'call them' not him. And he smiled the smile.

     I went over to him - he was already dressed to go -
and unzipping his pants and pulling the elastic band of his
designer briefs away from his flat stomach, I had put the
$100 on top of his now sleeping cock and said "a guy
should always have a little extra down there."

     He smiled the smile and pulled a card from his back
pocket wallet and said "Boss. My mobile. No one has this
but the agency. Any time, anyplace, anywhere. Ring and
I'll drop everything to get to you."

     I had kissed Ross Wells on the lips as I ushered him
to the door, all compact 80 kilos and 5 foot 8 of him. That
had been one of over half a dozen visits. He was never
demanding. He never failed to please. He never came
anywhere close to failure in love-making always knowing
what I needed and wanted. A nice guy and a greater lay.

To be continued...