Date: Sat, 10 May 2014 11:54:30 -0400
From: Nut Honey <mrnuttnhoney@gmail.com>
Subject: Master Reds Stable of Fuckable Colts & Fillies: Boris Pt 2

By Master Red

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual interaction between men,
all of which are consensual and of legal age. All names and some of the
descriptions, attributes or characteristics of individuals have been
changed or altered to protect the identity and privacy of actual people or
person(s) encountered.

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Boris: Part 2

"Boris followed orders and was very obedient", I thought to myself as I
looked down at the top of his bowed head.

His previous master had trained him well.

I nodded my consent, lifted my aviators to rest on the top of my head and
settled back in my chair to get an un-shaded view of him taking my
outstretched booted leg into his hands, holding it by the back of the knee
with one hand and by the heel of the boot with the other, as delicately as
if it were something precious to be admired, like a Faberge egg.

He showed his adoration by slowly and intently licking my boot from the top
to the side, dragging his tongue to the middle, licking the laces entwined
through the grommets all the way down to the steel plated tip, first one
boot then the other.

His eyes were closed as he went about his work, the hungry expression on
his face looked as if each taste of old leather was nectar from heaven and
when he finished he looked up at me as if I were his god.

I rewarded him by pulling my rapidly swelling dick through the fly of my
boxers, letting him see that his service was turning me on but shook my
head to let him know it was not time to touch or taste.

As I stroked my meat our eyes locked. I could see the surrender and hunger
in his, which fed my sense of power and domination over him.

 "Feet", I commanded.

He removed my boots and socks with reverence and repeated his tongue bath
on my naked feet and ankles. He continued his work with a renewed sense of
purpose and savored every new taste and smell.

As he was drawing his large, moist tongue over the surface of my left foot
I took the right and pushed it against his crotch, the herringbone fabric
of his expensive suit stretched tight. I could feel the heat rise from
underneath.

After he had performed to my satisfaction I ordered him to stand and
undress, to shed his "Master of the Universe" suit, the custom made shirt
and silk tie.

Quickly and gracefully he was soon standing in front of me wearing only the
black leather harness and jockstrap.

His smooth muscled body was already covered in a fine mist of sweat, and
his hardon had pushed itself from the confines of the tight, constricting
pouch of the jock and was pointing straight out.

He stood there, anxious to please; nervous and excited, not knowing what
was next.

I sat across for him stroking my meat, now filled out to its full nine and
half inches, heavy with desire to be deep inside so much muscle and power.

I looked at this magnificent specimen of a man till I feared I would cum so
I stopped myself and stood up.

I led Boris to my bedroom and told him to stand at the foot of the bed and
turn around facing away for me.

"Lean over", I commanded, "Hold onto the edge of the bed with your hands,
spread your legs wide and present your manpussy for inspection!"

I pulled my boxers off and positioned myself behind him as I stood and
watched him silently comply.

Now I was as naked as he but I had yet to strip him bare.

Gazing down at his muscular legs and full phatt ass I could not help but
appreciate what was being offered to me.

I stroked his ass-cheeks in admiration then spread them apart with my
hands, moving the black straps of his jock aside so that I could gain
better access to his bunghole.

I reached between his legs to feel the empty pouch that had long ago lost
the battle of containing his erection, which had escaped earlier and was
now pointing down toward the bed, dripping pre-cum onto the towel.

I bent down close to his pink pucker to smell him, inhaling his freshness,
devoid of the odors associated with the orifices main function.

I ran my tongue up and over the tightly held folds of flesh that made up
the entrance to what most men would never dare dream of offering to another
man, hearing his first moans of acquiescence.

I licked, nibbled and probed his hole with my tongue. I made it wet and
slick with my spit, my own cock throbbing with desire.

I had to fight the urge to possess him.

I wanted to enter deep into his ass and make him mine but there would be
plenty of time for that.

I stood up and pulled away before I became completely intoxicated.

I had to remind myself that fucking was secondary when training a potential
slave, making sure that the subject was subjugated was paramount.

I had to have complete control of his mind before taking possession of his
body.