Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 12:46:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Front Door

So there I was . . . coming home in the middle of the night, dead tired
from a very long day at the office.  We had this project that had to get
done by tomorrow (or is it today?), that fell to me to finish.

I had my suit coat over one shoulder, my tie undone, and my eyes barely
open.  I wanted to get to my apartment, take a hot shower, and crash for at
least 12 hours.

As I approached the front door of my apartment building, I saw a man
dressed in jeans, black jacket, boots, and a hat come out of an apartment.
He pulled another man out with him.

This man was naked, except for shoes, and was sporting a huge boner, helped
by a steel cock ring.  He was stroking his cock continuously.  I stopped,
dumbfounded that this could be going on at my apartment building.

I didn't recognize either of the men, but that didn't mean much, because I
didn't know many of the residents in my building.  The scene mesmerized me.
Suddenly, I was wide awake, wondering what was going on.

I am no prude, but I hadn't had a great deal of sexual experiences in my 22
years.  I was always the nerd that was left out of any group or any
selection process, whether it be for a game of dodge-ball or dates for a
dance.

I had one very clumsy session with a girl in college in the back seat of
her car.  She fumbled around with my pants, squeezing my dick, and trying
to get it out through my briefs and my zipper.

I was trying to get my hand into her underpants, which seemed to be made of
industrial strength rubber or something.  I think it was some kind of
girdle.

Anyway, I got more interested in what she was doing to me, because the
sensation of someone else touching my cock was amazing.  It took about a
minute for me to shoot and cover my lap and her hand with spunk.

She wiped her hand on my pants, and told me I was pathetic.  Then she
opened her door and told me to get out, and she exited the car.  I was
trying to get myself together, and get out of the car at the same time.

That was my one and only sexual encounter.  I usually had a time in the
evening after dinner when I would spend some time surfing porn and whacking
off.

I had found a site where these clothed women were dominating naked.  For
some reason, the fact that the guys were naked, while the other person was
dressed, seemed to be a big turn on for me.  I kept imagining myself at the
mercy of someone, and it would get me hard in no time, and shooting soon
afterwards.

So watching the scene in front of me unfold was pushing all my sexual
buttons.

Naked guy was told to lay down on his back on the sidewalk.  He continued
to stroke his cock, as he lay supine on the dirty sidewalk.  The guy in
charge, or so I imagined him, placed the sole of his boot over the guys
mouth.

Naked guy started licking the gritty sole of the boot, all the while
continuing to stroke outside, in public, exposed to the world.  The guy,
the master, pushed his boot down on the guy's face.

Then he moved to the guy's chest and left a dirty boot print on his chest.

Next, master moved down and kicked the guy's hands away from his dick and
stepped on his dick, smashing it down into his balls.  Naked guy just lay
there.

The master had the guy roll over and get on his knees.  He ordered him to
clean his boots, and naked guy bowed his head to do this.  He had his hand
back on his enormous cock, stroking it.  It had to be at least 9 or 10
inches long.  My own was only 6-1/2" on a good day, so his was very
impressive to me.

I had seen men on the net with all sizes of dicks, but most of the ones
being dominated seemed to be smaller.

The master leaned over, ran his hand down naked man's crack, and then
forced 2 or 3 fingers into his ass.  Fuck!  That must hurt!  I had seen
guys being forced to have dildos or butt plugs inserted into their ass, and
I couldn't imagine what the pain would be like, or the degradation of
having someone do that to me.

Naked guy kept licking away on the boots.  The master continued to
penetrate the guy's ass with his fingers.  Finally, he withdrew them, and
must have told the man to raise his head, because he did.  The master fed
his fingers to the man, and he began licking them clean.  What did it taste
like to clean fingers that had been in your ass?

At that point I reached down and realized I was rock hard and my slacks
were tented out.  I squeezed my dick, as I stood mesmerized, and continued
to watch.

Naked guy was again on his back.  The master lit a cigarette, unbuttoned
his jeans and pulled out a huge cock.  It wasn't even hard, and had to be 6
or 7 inches long.  He pointed it at naked man and began to piss all over
him.

Fuck! I couldn't imagine how degrading that would be, to let someone pee
all over you.  I squeezed my dick and moaned.

That brought the master's head up and he saw me.  Oh fuck! I started to
turn and head away, when I heard, "Hey, asshole!  Get your ass over here!"

There was such power in his deep manly voice that I had to comply.  I
turned and, with my head lowered, walked over to him.

He laughed, reached out, and squeezed my dick though my slacks, as he said,
"Little guy gets turned on watching a man being used." He moved his boot
back up onto naked guy's piss-wet chest, and left a muddy print, as he
moved the sole of the boot around the guy's chest and stomach.

My mouth was dry and my cock throbbed from his molestation.  "I asked you a
question, boy," he said moving his hand lower and grabbing my balls.

I gasped, and tried to figure out what the question was.  "I asked you if
you get turned on seeing a man being used?" he asked, as he applied more
pressure to my nuts.

I nodded my head vigorously, thinking that agreeing would get him to stop
the torture on my balls.

"The answer, boy, is 'Yes, Sir!' Do you understand?" He squeezed even more.
I was up on my tiptoes trying to get away from his massive hand and
powerful grip.

"Yes, Sir!" I managed to squeak out.  He laughed, as he released my balls
and went back to fondling my dick.  Adrenaline was rushing through my body,
and I began to shiver.  It wasn't cold, but something was winding me
tighter and tighter.

"Take off your shirt, boy," he said, keeping his hand on my crotch.

In a daze, I dropped my suit coat to the ground and started pulling off my
tie.  I was stunned when I felt a slap across my face.  "You respond to
every command with 'Yes, Sir!' Understand?"

"Yes, Sir!" I said, as tears streamed down my face.  Both the force of his
slap, and the humiliation, had got them going.

I pulled off my tie as fast as I could, leaving a mess of a knot in the
tie, and started working on the buttons of my shirt.  "Hurry up, boy!" he
said, and reached over and ripped open my shirt, sending buttons flying
everywhere.

"Yes, Sir!" I said, as I pulled off the shirt and started in on my t-shirt.

"Fuck this, boy!" he said, and wrenched the t-shirt out of my hand and
shredded it, as he removed it from my body.

"Yes, Sir!" I managed, as I stood there trembling in front of him.

He reached out and ran his calloused hand across my chest.  He pinched my
left nipple fiercely between his thumb and forefinger, causing me to gasp.
He laughed and used his other hand to pinch my right nipple.

Once again, I rose up on my tiptoes, trying to relieve the pain.  Of
course, it didn't work.  He was looking me straight in the eyes.  I saw his
eyes moving to look from one eye to another.  It was like he was looking
inside of me, taking the measure of me.

I don't know what he saw, but he smiled a wicked, twisted smile.  "You like
this don't you, boy?"

I didn't want to know what would happen if I said, `no', so I said, "Yes,
Sir!"

He laughed, and I saw motion below me.  He was grinding his boot heel into
the crotch of naked guy below me.  I had forgotten about him, once this
guy, this master, had taken me over.

"You want to be just like him, don't you boy?" he asked menacingly, as he
stared into my eyes, once again.

My trembling was beginning to overwhelm me.  I nodded, and then managed to
mumble a weak, "Yes, Sir."

"Speak up, boy!" he said, practically roaring in my face.  I smelled his
cigarette breath, and, for some reason, wondered what it would be like to
kiss a man.

I focused and said, "Yes, Sir," as coherently as possible.

He put one hand under my chin and pushed me up on my tiptoes.  With the
other, he reached down and undid my belt.  My arms hung by my side.  I
could still breathe, but I knew I couldn't do anything to stop him.  I
didn't know if I wanted to stop him.

He pulled, and the button at the top of my slacks ripped off.  He pulled
down my zipper and let my slacks drop to the ground.  He laughed again, as
he looked down at my tented white briefs.

"Your tighty-whities are all tented out by your little boy dick," he said,
as he mashed my dick with his hand.  He was staring in my eyes again, as he
reached around and slid his hand down the back of my underwear.

He cupped one ass cheek and squeezed.  I pulled some air in between my
clenched teeth and, again, he chuckled, as he continued to watch my face.

Next, his hand was running along my crack, finding my hole.  I clinched up
tightly at that, and, again, there was a chuckle.  "Never had anything up
there, boy?" he asked, staring intently at my face.

"No, Sir," I managed through clenched teeth.  I couldn't move my mouth
much, because of the grip he had on my chin.

Back was the wicked smile.  "Take off his shoes and socks." This was
addressed to the naked man, who responded with the "Yes, Sir!"

I felt my slacks being removed from my ankles, as he removed first one set
of shoes and socks, and then the other.  Again, my trembling was back in a
rush, and I knew he could feel it as well.

"Now, boy, to prove to me that you want this, that you crave this, that you
are enjoying this, push down your underwear." He looked back and forth
between my eyes.  "Understand, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," I managed. I could barely control my hands, as I placed them at
my waist band and pushed them down.  They got caught on my dick, and that's
when reality kicked back in, and I realized where I was and what I was
doing.  Oh fuck! Naked, in front of my apartment, letting some stranger
control me.  What was wrong with me?  What had come over me?

I couldn't bend to push them down any further than just below my balls.  He
gave that wicked smile and must have signaled naked man, because I felt
them pulled the rest of the way off, and my feet prodded to raise them.  He
gave me that crooked smile.  He reached down and encircled my dick with his
hand and squeezed.

I groaned, and he chuckled.  He released my dick and whispered, "Stroke it,
boy."

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, as I took my cock in my left hand and began to
stroke.

He released my chin and stepped back to watch me.  I was shivering, as I
stroked furiously on my dick.  I wanted to feel that rush, I wanted that
wave to engulf me.  I closed my eyes and tried to see this in an
out-of-body way.  Me standing naked on the sidewalk, in a public place,
controlled by this powerful stranger.

"Open your eyes, boy!" he commanded.  They flashed open, and I saw him
watching my face more than my body, as I fought to bring myself to that
brink.  Not that it was much of a fight.  My whole being wanted this.  I
was breathing in ragged breaths through clenched teeth, as I reached that
point.  It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had.  I felt that I shot
six feet on the first blast.  I felt my toes curl up and every muscle in my
body tense, as I shot and shot and shot.

I shuddered, as I squeezed the last of the cum from my dick.  At that
point, reality really came crashing in.  I looked around me to see if
anyone had seen me.  I had never jerked off in front of anyone!  And here I
was naked on the sidewalk, in a public place, following the commands of
some stranger.  Oh fuck!  I was so screwed!

I brought my hands over to cover my crotch, and crouch down, looking for
something to hide my nudity.  He laughed at me, as he lit a cigarette.
"Reality, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," and this time the shivering was obvious in my voice.  I seemed
to be trying to shrink myself down to the smallest possible form, thinking
I might just be able to remove myself from the whole scene, if I could just
make myself very small.

"Stand up, boy!" he commanded.  My whole body was rebelling at the very
thought of this whole scene.

Tears were flowing, and I could only shake my head. He strode over to me,
grabbed me by the chin and pulled me up.  I still clutched my crotch.  He
batted my hands away and said, "What do you say, boy?"

"Yes, Sir" I said, through tears and runny nose.  He smiled and said, "Good
boy."

He held me there for a moment, looking me over from head to toe.  "I think
you will make a great boy.  You need this, boy, don't you?" he asked,
staring into my eyes.

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, not knowing why I said that.

"You want this, don't you, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, while more tears streamed down my face.

"You crave this, don't you, boy?" he said fiercely, as he took my measure,
once more.

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, resigning myself to the decision I had just made.
My shoulders slumped, but my heart raced.

He put his arm around my shoulder and led me away.  He took me to a black
SUV and opened the back door.  I climbed in, and he climbed in beside me.
Naked guy climbed into the driver seat and passed the master (what was I
supposed to call him, besides `sir'?) my wallet and keys.

My eyes went wide, as I thought of the implications of that.

He opened my wallet and looked through it.  My trembling was back.  "How
does it feel, Larry Lambert, to know that your whole life is now in my
hands?"

My heart went crazy, and my mind raced through all that it meant.  He now
knew where I lived, where I worked, all my credit information, the keys to
my apartment, and I realized he also had my phone, with all my contacts -
family, and everyone's phone number.  Oh, shit! I was screwed.  I felt like
I was going to throw up!

I collapsed into myself.  He put his arm on my shoulders again, "You have
to trust me, boy.  I will not fuck with your life, unless you leave me no
option. When we get to our destination, we will discuss your role, the
rules, and what this new life will mean for you."

He lifted my face again, and said, "You said you needed this, boy.  I am
just following your wishes.  Your dick told me you wanted this, as
well. However, I will give you sometime to think this over, boy."

This man was so strong, so powerful, so knowledgable, so overwhelming, so
understanding, so masculine, so commanding, so in control.  I wanted this,
but I was concerned about what it meant for my life.  How would my life
change?  Would I still have any of my old life at all?  Would I be just
turning my life over to him?

Fuck! I was so confused.  He fondled my dick, and it sprang to life.  He
laughed his knowing laugh, and patted me on the head.  "I know, boy, that
you will enjoy this new life you found at your front door."

I was afraid he was right, but my mind was spinning with everything I was
wondering about, worrying about, concerned about, thinking about, desiring,
and lusting after. I was also wondering what my life would be like, if I
had just come home 15 minutes earlier.

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