Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 10:32:55 +0000
From: guenter0055@comcast.net
Subject: Dungeon Massage

Dungeon Massage
Part 4:  Discipline

The water felt good in my parched throat and slowly my eyes began adjusting
to the dim lighting that was now present in the dungeon.  I could begin to
make out various implements; the cross, a spanking bench, and on one side a
reclining leather chair.  Master was standing with his hands on his hips,
surveying how I was regaining my sense of equilibrium.  He still had on his
leather boots and he had put back on his leather thong.  The light
reflected wildly off the shiny smooth black leather of the pouch and I
could make out the silver snaps where the pouch attached to the leather
waistband.

"Rest time is over, boy," he snapped.  "Its time to show Me your
appreciation for the care and attention I have given you this afternoon."

His left hand encased the back of my head as he quickly brought my mouth to
his hungry, waiting lips.  He forced his hot hard tongue into my cavity and
he began sucking my mouth, tongue, and lips; all of which immediately
restored my aching erection

He pushed my head downward to his right nipple and commanded me to suck it.
"No teeth," he cautioned.  "Just gentle teasing and sucking."  I could
sense he was beginning to experience a shortness of breath as I continued
to suck his nipples, first one and then the other.  My thigh was pressed
against his thong and I could feel his cock responding to my nipple kisses.

Panic set in as he roughly pushed me away.  "Come over here, boy," he
commanded as he lowered his strong muscular body into the leather recliner.
"Kneel and tongue me," he demanded.  Calm returned to my brain as I knelt
and obediently began to lick his salty, sweaty torso. He tasted good and
his abs were like bricks as my tongue explored the ridges between each
muscle.  Slowly I inched my hot mouth downward toward his leather-encased
cock.  With each inch I progressed, I could sense him getting more aroused;
the leather codpiece was straining at the silver snaps as his cock engorged
with blood. I felt like a super hero - here I was, giving such pleasure to
my Master

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he said, "Unsnap it, boy."  As
the thong fell away from his body, the warm exotic leather smell combined
with the Man musk emanating from his genitals and put my brain in
overdrive.  His cock and balls were baby butt smooth.  I began to lick his
balls and slowly moved up to his throbbing shaft.

"Not yet, boy," he said. "First I want you to suck my balls, one at a
time."  Gently, I pulled his right nut into my hot eager mouth and began to
gently massage it with my tongue and cheeks as I sucked.  His gentle groans
and moans told me that I was on target.  Out of the corner of my eye, I
could see him gently begin to stroke his magnificent huge cock; not hard
like he was going to release, but pleasurable, teasing, and mixed with the
stimulation he was receiving from my ball sucking.  My jaw was beginning to
ache as he directed my attention to his left nut.  I so wanted to suck his
cock instead, but obviously I was pleasing him with the ball sucking.

"Lick it, boy!" was the command I had been waiting for.  "No lips, just
tongue, from the base to the head," he directed.  Gently first, then with
increasing pressure from my hard tongue, I plied the underside of his
enormous cock.  As I concentrated on the sweet spot, his breathing became
very shallow and, working my way up to his head, I found the pre-cum that I
sensed he was involuntarily releasing.  Back down to the sweet spot, up to
the crown, letting my tongue dip into his slit and taste his precum, back
down, all around and all over, my tongue explored his mighty smooth and
hard cock.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his strong hands grabbed my
head and guided my mouth over his penis.  Gradually, as I began to suck, I
took more of him into my mouth with each suck.  Slowly I could feel the tip
of his head reach the back of my throat and with one felled swallow it
passed over my gag reflex.  Now the moans increased from his throat as he
began to savor suck after suck after suck.  I could see his abs quiver as
his hips bucked beneath my head; I knew he was on the edge yet trying with
all his might to hold back for just one more suck.  Suddenly, his hot jet
hit the back of my throat and I knew I had succeeded in giving my Master
the ultimate man pleasure.  After three or four squirts, I sensed he was
shot and I began to milk his urethra with my tongue and completely drain
him.  This was followed by gentle kisses to his cock, making sure that I
did not over stimulate his cockhead.  "Good boy," I heard him murmur.

As he sat up in the leather chair, he commanded me to stand up.  I didn't
know what was about to happen, but I was sure that he would somehow cause
or allow me to release the pressure in my sack.  By my recollection, I had
been constantly stimulated for at least three hours and I simply couldn't
take any more.

He grabbed my ball sack with his right hand and began to squeeze it.  "I
know you want to cum," he gently told me, "but part of your training today
is to leave without release!"

I was shocked.  My brain began to spin and I thought I was going to faint,
both from the pain of his squeezing and from the realization that he would
not release me.  "Please Sir," I intoned, "I beg you to make me cum.
Please spank me or crop my thighs, let me jerk it off, anything, Sir,
anything, please."

"No, boy.  You have done extremely well today, for a first timer.  But
remember the discussion we had last week on the telephone.  I told you that
I believe in strong discipline and obedience training for my boys.  If you
pass this test, you will be allowed to return and maybe that time, I'll
have another boy here for you to play with for my enjoyment."

"Now listen very carefully, boy.  I want you to follow my instructions to
the letter.  Put on the jock you brought, get dressed, and leave.  Do not
play with yourself for at least four hours.  After four hours, I want you
to call me on the telephone and tell me how you feel.  Before you call,
strip naked and have some oil ready in case I decide to let you cum.  Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Sir!" I answered with disappointment in my voice.