Date: Tue, 29 May 2012 09:19:39 -0400
From: gayandhorny <gayandhorny@fastmail.net>
Subject: Master and Slave 5

For his second visit, MASTER arrived right on schedule. He had
ordered me to leave the door unlocked, and to be waiting naked,
collared and on my knees, so of course I complied.

When he walked in, I lowered my face to kiss his feet, but he
stopped me.

"I didn't give you permission to lick my feet, faggot. You have
to beg for it."

"Please, MASTER, may I lick your boots, SIR?"

"You'll have to do better than that, faggot!"

"Please, MASTER, may I have the honor of licking your boots,
SIR?"

And then he allowed me exactly one minute of bootlicking. Of
course I was already obscenely hard at seeing him again, and
having just one minute was really frustrating. I wanted so badly
to be accepted as his slave, and now I was realising I could take
NOTHING for granted -- except that I would be constantly hard for
him, and constantly humiliated.

When the minute was up, I reluctantly raised my head, only to
have him spit right in face. I knew by now not to lick it up; he
liked seeing me covered in spit. So I thanked him for spitting on
me, and for the one minute of bootlicking.

The first time we had met, he had not even gone up to my bedroom.
This time he ordered me to lead him up. As we walked up the
stairs, he held my leash, and slapped me hard on the ass. When we
got to my room, he leisurely took off his clothes and lay down on
the bed. I made the mistake of trying to get in beside him.
Immediately he slapped my face, hard.

"You NEVER get in bed with me without permission, slave!"

"Sorry SIR, please forgive me, SIR, and thank you for correcting
your slave, MASTER."

He ordered me to remain on my knees beside the bed. On the bed,
he lay in a really sexy position, which showed off his perfect
body. It was like worshipping a male god.

Then he moved closer to the edge where I was waiting, and he
brought his cock right up to my lips, but not touching them. He
taunted me with it for a while, and then told me to open my
mouth, but NOT to touch his cock. And his did the most
humiliating thing: He carefully put his cock just a little way
in, did not even touch the inside of my mouth, and then took it
away from me. He is really good at this kind of torture, giving
me just a little of something which I really wanted, to make me
need it even more, and then showing me I can't have it. I was so
frustrated I cried out. I started begging to suck his cock. And
then he told me I was going to have to wait for that honor, and
to pay extra for it. Then he pulled me up near his face, and told
me to kiss his cheek. Again, I was wild with desire, what I
really wanted was to kiss him on the lips, but by now I knew
better than to do that without permission. Then he roughly shoved
my face down again near his crotch, and ordered me to lick his
balls. And that is all the contact I was allowed that day. I was
so in love with his balls now, licking them so greedily, and
then, once again, he took them away from me. He repeated this
several times, and each time I was just hungrier for him, for any
part of him, just to worship his body. But I was not allowed to
touch him anymore. He was hard, he clearly liked tormenting me
like that, and each time he could see in my eyes how badly I
wanted more.

Then he told me to lie beside him on the bed. But I was not
allowed to touch him. It was torture being so close to him, and
not having any physical contact. Of course he did it
deliberately, knowing how frustrating it was for me. So close and
yet so far! All I could do was look at him longingly, and try to
memorize the beautiful lines on his body and face. As he already
had done a few times, he told me to kiss him, and then, just as I
got close, he spit in my face. I fell for it every time.

Finally he told me to lie down on my back, on the floor. He stood
up, looking really majestic, and planted his foot on my chest,
just to show his total dominance over me. I wanted to kiss his
foot, but he wouldn't let me. Then he straddled me, so I was
looking up at his superb body, just wishing I could suck him,
kiss him, anything. And he slowly jerked off over me. And when he
came, he just let it spray all over my face, leaving me lying
there, covered in his cum. He ordered me not to move. He dressed,
let himself out, and left. But not before picking up all the
money I had left on the bureau beside the bed. He didn't leave me
a penny. It was like being financially raped by him, and ... I
have to tell the truth, it just made me harder, feeling used and
abused by him, so arrogant, and knowing I would never object, he
had so much power over me.

Of course I immediately jerked off, still lying there on the
floor, licking up his cum from my face greedily. And I jerked off
at least 3 more times in bed that night. It was like he had a
leash attached to my balls; he could pull me any way he wanted.
He was showing me once again how needy I was, and how much I
needed a real man like him, to control me. And the more he
tormented me, the more I loved him.

Now I wanted to see him again, soon. But of course what I wanted
was not what happened. I wrote him a couple more begging emails,
thanking him for tormenting me. And of course by now I couldn't
help saying, "I love you, SIR". Less than a week, and I was head
over heels in love with him, I needed him so badly. Just being
tortured by him was an honor for me. I had never felt so
inferior, but I also had never felt so horny for a guy. He was
hitting all my buttons, deliberately, constantly finding new ways
to make me need him. But what he did next drive me absolutely
wild.

A couple of days later, to my surprise, he called and announced
he was coming over. Of course he expected more money, and I was
glad to pay it, even though this was starting to get seriously
expensive. But he knew I could not refuse him. But I did not
realise how much more needy I could get. I was about to find out.

When he arrived he was with another guy. The other guy, whose
name was David, was very sexy, slim and smooth, beautifully
built. As soon as MASTER came in, he ordered me to lick his
boots. This was the first time I was humiliated like that in
front of another guy. Then he ordered me to kiss David's feet
also. Of course I complied.

He told David we were going upstairs. He went right into my room,
without asking, and took out some rope from a plastic bag.
Ordering me to kneel, naked, he quickly tied my hands behind my
back, and to the radiator. Then he looped the rope around my
balls, made a tight knot, and tied that to the radiator also. So
now I was sitting uncomfortably, unable to stand up or lie down.
I thought he was going to spit on me or beat me, but he turned
away, and ordered David to strip. Soon they were both naked, and
MASTER ordered David to suck his cock. Now I understood: David
was a new slave, and he was getting to suck MASTER right away. I
had never even been allowed to touch his cock, and David was
slurping away, sucking him like his life depended on it. And
MASTER looked at me, as if to remind me that I was not even
allowed to service him yet. But it got worse. He started kissing
David, and slowly pushing him onto the bed. Soon David's legs
were over his head, and MASTER was teasing his hole. And David
was begging to be fucked. MASTER knelt over him and kissed him,
and then he started to fuck David, hard. David was moaning and
yelling, Fuck me, Fuck me harder, SIR. And MASTER just kept
plowing into him, with that gorgeous huge cock of his that I
wanted so badly. MASTER eventually thrust really hard -- it must
have hurt David -- and came inside him. David yelled, Thank you,
SIR, and shot almost at the same time, onto his own stomach. Then
MASTER kissed him again.

I was absolutely wild with jealousy and horniness. Everything I
wanted so badly was being given to David, and I had to watch,
totally helpless. My cock was practically cumming without being
touched. It is hard to describe my emotions: jealousy, envy,
horniness, desire for MASTER -- more than ever -- and, mainly,
humiliation. MASTER was showing me he could do anything he wanted
in front of me, and on top of it all, I would pay for it. And I
needed him more than ever.

After resting a while, MASTER came over to me, and untied me. He
kicked me over to David, still on the bed, and ordered me to lick
up David's cum from his stomach. He pushed my head into it, to
make sure my face was covered with it. When I was done, he
ordered me off, and told me to kiss David's feet, and to thank
him. I was almost crying with need for my MASTER, with
humiliation, and with frustration. And then David pulled his feet
away from me; even he could refuse me, humiliating as it was. But
MASTER told me to keep my head down on the floor. He took all the
money, they quickly got dressed, and they both just walked out,
leaving me on the floor, naked, covered in come. I was shaking.
He was treating me like the lowest slave, and I just wanted him
more and more. I was trapped.

(to be continued)