Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2016 22:39:43 +0000
From: Josh Rogan <horny_boy_productions@live.com>
Subject: I Have Never Seen My Master's Face - Part 3

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I Have Never Seen My Master's Face

Part 3 – Disobedience

As gentle as he had been, my new owner's huge hard cock had stretched my
hole wider than it had ever been, but he finally had it settled all the way
into my tight cunt. He began to withdraw, agonizingly slowly, and I could
only swallow my screams. I was in pain, more pain than I can describe, but
I could already feel the endorphins flooding my brain, starting to convince
my body that it felt good.

He pulled out even more slowly than he had settled in, so the thick flared
head was just behind my ring. If I pushed or squeezed at all, I think I
could have forced it out, but I couldn't let that happen. I didn't know if
it was the sedative I had been given, or just his forceful charisma, but I
had to keep him in me. My hole – his fuck hole – had to receive his
cock completely, to please it and to win the reward of his hot, thick seed.

I moaned and pressed back against him, but he pressed his hands into my
shoulder blades and pressed me down into the leather covered table I was
bent over. So slowly I wasn't even sure it was happening yet, he began to
press that massive meat back into me. I imagined I could even feel the
veins pulse and stretch me open further for him.

Every inch of his wrist-thick, 10 inches of fuckmeat pressed into me
slowly, and I felt my assring twitch and burn around it. When his hips were
pressed against my reddened asscheeks, he wrapped his muscular arm, still
in its fine suit sleeve, around my neck. His left hand grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back, twisting it. I felt his lips press against my cheek
and his tongue tease at the corner of my mouth.

He was kissing me. I turned further to him and took his long hot tongue
into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it as I had tried to do to his
cock when he let me suck him earlier. His arm squeezed down on my neck
pulling me back into him as he rotated his hips in small circles, pressing
his massive cock into the walls of my gut. I moaned around his tongue as he
withdrew his dick, again agonizingly slowly until he barely had anything in
me.

BAM Without warning, his hips slammed into my me, sending burning pain all
around my asshole, my guts, up my spine and even into my throat. I yelped,
releasing his tongue.

He reared up, again pushing down on my shoulder blades and pressing my
chest into the table, and letting his cock slip almost all the way out of
my ass. Then BAM his cock was suddenly inside me to the hilt again. I felt
my ass spasm around it. That got me a low guttural moan from him.

"Fuuuuck," he breathed, "that is one beautiful fuckhole you have. It feels
so good pulsing and cramping around my cock." He withdrew again, slowly,
and murmured "I know it hurts, boy, I know it hurts, but it feels soooo
good." It seemed like he was telling me not that his cock felt good, but
that the pain in my asshole felt good. And as much as it hurt, it started
to feel real good. I mean, I was still in pain, but somewhere inside me I
started to like it. And wanted more.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me," I practically chanted, "please fuck me, please
fill me with your cock, please fill me with your cum." I was never a
talkative fuck. Even when I was homeless and turning tricks I was mostly
the silent partner. But Mr K`s big cock seemed to be pounding these filthy
words out of me. Or the thoughts into me.

He increased his pace a bit, at least the pulling out part, and it felt
like his cock was sawing in and out of my battered assflesh. I found myself
clenching down around his cock as he withdrew, trying to hold onto it, and
relaxing and accepting his invasion when he pressed back in.

"Oh, yes, that's the way" he breathed, "Milk that fuckmeat with your sweet
pussy." He liked it. I was doing a good job. And that made me really want
to please him more. I consciously tried to match his rhythm, tightening
down even more as he withdrew and relaxing as much as I could as he pushed
in.

"Oh god, yes," I heard myself beg, "fuck me, cum in me, please. Please"

He chuckled, "Not yet. You'll find I have a lot of control. It takes me a
long time to cum, especially with someone new."

"No, please." Squeeze. Relax. Squeeze. Relax. "I need it. I need to feel
your cum inside me."

"Don't worry, boy, you will, tonight and many more nights to come."
In. Out. In. Out. "but we're just getting started. And I want it to last."

He continued his maddeningly slow strokes, in and out in and out.  After I
don't know how many minutes, he pulled all the way out, leaving me
empty. My ass seemed to open and close trying to capture him and draw him
back in, but he stepped away from me. "Turn around," he commanded. I pushed
myself up from the table and turned around. He pressed me backward, so I
was on my back on the table. He lifted my legs into the air and fastened
something flat and cold around each ankle. Still blindfolded I wasn't sure
what it was, but as he stepped away again, I felt that my legs had been
secured to something hanging above me.

"I told you I was not a sadist," Mr K spoke. "But I am a dominant. And I
enjoy restraining my slaves." He took my wrist and slipped wide, padded
cuffs around them. He lifted my other wrist and slipped another cuff around
it.  He set some kind of bar, about a foot long, in between the cufs.

Lifting the bar, he secured it to something else hanging above me. He took
a few steps away and I heard a click and a whirr. In a moment, both my legs
and my arms were lifted, so just my rounded back rested on the leather
covered table I had been fucked against just moments earlier.

The motor continued to lift me, drawing my legs apart until were spread
wide. I felt my back lifted off the table and the whirring stopped. Mr K
asked, "Have you been suspended before?"

"No, sir."

His hand closed around my cock which for the first time I noticed was hard
as a steel pipe. "You seem to like it," he said. He gave my cock a few
strokes. "Such a lovely dick," he said. I could feel his breath against my
balls. Suddenly his tongue was lapping at my balls. He sucked each into his
hot mouth and rolled it around.  He pressed his tongue up the underside of
my cock and twirled around the head. "Just lovely." He spat on my cock and
with his fingers spread it around.  Grasping my erection firmly, he began
to stroke, again agonizingly slowly, from root to tip.  As he got to the
head he squeezed and my cock slipped out of his wet fist.  He moved his
hand back down and gripped me around the base again. "Mason explained the
rules to you, yes?"

"Yes, sir. I am to be ready and clean for you at all times. I am not to
leave my room without permission. I am to kneel whenever you enter a room,
and never look at your face." Mr K's assistant had told me the rules once,
while I still wasn't sure what was going on, but the instructions somehow
had buried themselves deep in my brain.

"Good. I am now going to give you further rules: You are never to touch
these genitals in a sexual fashion without permission. You will avoid
touching them at all unless absolutely necessary. Naturally you will wash
carefully, but you will do so as quickly as you can while doing a thorough
job, without attempting to pleasure yourself. Your flesh belongs to me. You
will not abuse my property."

It was hard not to think of jacking myself off, which in my old life (I was
already thinking of it as my old life—I hadn't been Mr K's slave for
even 24 hours yet) I did quite a bit. Especially while Mr K's soft, strong
hand, wet with spit and the precum leaking from my 6-inch dick, was
stroking me up and down.

"If you are caught pleasuring yourself, or even appearing to pleasure
yourself, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I gulped.

"And you will never, NEVER, ejaculate without permission." His hand
squeezed around my dick harder and he began to twist his fist around it as
he stroked me.

I was breathing heavily, and I could feel sweat beginning to bead around my
suspended body. "No sir, never."

"Your greatest pleasure is serving me, not anything your body does for
you."

"Yes. Yes, please, sir, let me please you, sir."

His stroking got faster. "You do, boy. And you will learn to do more."
Stroke. Twist. Stroke. Twist. "Your fine body will be trained to give me
great pleasure. You belong to me now."

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir. I'll be your good boy, sir." I could feel my
orgasm building, my balls tightening.

He began to stroke even faster squeezing both up and down. "You are getting
close now. I can tell."

"Yes, sir, please, may I cum, sir?"

"No," he said calmly, "you may not. I am enjoying playing with my new toy."

"Please, sir, I'm so close. You're going to make me cum!"

"I am not. I have ordered you not to ejaculate without permission. Are you
going to disobey me?"

"No, sir. I mean, I don't want to, sir. Oh god, sir, please stop." He said
nothing but continued to stroke my dick with his soft strong hand. "Oh god,
sir, please. I'm going to cum, sir, don't ... don't make .—AAGGGHHH!!!"
I heard the scream. It came from somewhere deep in my gut, as my sperm sped
through my dick and came shooting out. I felt the first wad splash over my
chest. It was the most intense orgasm I could remember. It seemed to take
over my whole body, making my suspended arms and legs twitch, my back arch
and my hips buck as I hung there in front of Mr K, pumping more wads of hot
cum out of me. I was still screaming and spasming as I felt the cum turn
cold on my chest and belly.

"Now that's not good, boy," Mr K said calmly. "You have made a mess all
over your sweet body. And you have disobeyed my command not to ejaculate."
My cock was still rock hard, and he kept stroking it.

"Please, sir, please stop," I begged.

"I don't want to stop. I'm still playing with my toy." He worked his thumb
up and around my slimy head sending those painful post-cum jolts through my
body. "I'm not done." His voice lowered to a growl. "You aren't giving me a
command, are you?"

"Oh, no, sir," I choked back the panic, my body writhing and twisting while
he manhandled my sensitive post-cum dick, "No, I ... I just ... it hurts,
sir."

"And that should matter to me?"

"Oh. Um, no, sir, just ...  I-- I just -- couldn't help it, sir. Your
hand--"

"Yes, my hand, playing with my toy. As I will do however and whenever I
choose to."

"Yes, sir," I sobbed.

He continued milking my cock as my body calmed down and I could take it
without wincing or squirming too much.  He varied his speed, fast, then
slow, squeezing and releasing.  I don't think I lost my erection at all the
whole time, and after some minutes I felt a new orgasm start to build.  He
released my dick, and I felt my whole body relax, dick painfully hard.  My
back sagged far and I started to graze the table beneath me. He stepped up
behind my head and pressed his hand into my face.

"You made a mess." He began to push his fingers into my mouth, and
instinctively I tried to lick and suck them clean. "You must always clean
up after yourself.  He scooped up more cum from my chest and pressed it
into my mouth. "And you disobeyed a command." He scraped his gummy fingers
over my lips. "What is the result of that?" he asked.

`I—I must be punished?"

"Yes. Why must you be punished?"

"I came without permission." He said nothing but let me lick the rest of my
juices off his strong hand. "I disobeyed an order." Silence. "I – I have
to learn not to disobey you."

His face came close to mine and he kissed my cheek. "That's right, boy. You
have to learn to follow my commands, always, no matter what or when, or how
it makes you feel."

I was sobbing into my blindfold. "Because I belong to you now. And I want
to your best boy ever."

He stepped away from me again, and the winch lowered me back down until I
was draped across the table. He released my ankles and stepped back around
to undo my wrist cuffs. "You are a smart boy. You're learning quickly, and
figuring out what is expected of you. Some men do not like clever slaves,
but I think your brains are going to help you learn."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Now, leave your legs hanging. You may use your hands to keep your body
flat against the altar." I started to adjust my position. "Leave your head
hanging over the side like that."

His large cock, only slightly softened, slapped against my face. I opened
my mouth wide and caught the head and sucked it into my mouth deeply,
savoring the taste of his skin and his drippings, and I suppose, whatever
lube and juices I left on it after he fucked me.

"Head way back, now." I tilted back as far as I could and felt his dick
begin to harden again as I sucked at it. "That's it. Get it good and hard."
As it swelled, it filled my mouth, and he pressed it deeper into my
throat. "Swallow."

I swallowed and I felt his huge meat penetrate my throat, deeper and
thicker than any cock I'd ever sucked before. SNAP I felt something strike
across my chest. I jumped at the sting. SLAP he slapped my
face. "Careful. No teeth. Just hold still and take your punishment." SNAP
He slapped my chest again with what I learned was a long narrow bamboo
cane. I couldn't yelp or scream with his cock in my throat.

He got fully hard and I could feel myself start to gag on it. He put a hand
under my chin and held me against him. "Obedience is the only thing asked
of you. Nothing else is necessary." SNAP "Breathing isn't necessary." SNAP
"You belong to me. I will use you as I see fit." SNAP His hips began to
move, gently, slowly. Against my lips and chin it didn't feel like he was
moving that much, but his cock pressed against the walls of my throat and
seemed to pulse. SNAP "You must learn to please me." SNAP "You will learn
to please me by obeying my commands." SNAP My throat spasmed again. SNAP
"Do not resist me." SNAP "You belong to me." SNAP His breathing got heavy
"You will learn to trust me." SNAP SNAP "You will learn to enjoy
obedience." SNAP SNAP "You will even learn to enjoy being punished because
you know it will teach to please me better." SNAP SNAP SNAP He tossed the
cane aside and grabbed both sides of my face. "You belong to me now," he
growled as he started to punchfuck his massive cock into my battered
throat. I felt his cock pulse. "You belong to ME!" I felt his seed begin to
flood my throat. The last thing I remember was the feeling of his load
traveling down my gut as I lost consciousness, smothered on his hard cock.