Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 11:16:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: Ken Smith <subboi4master@aol.com>
Subject: Sir Yes Sir Chapter 3

SIR YES SIR (SYS) Changed my Life Forever
Chapter 3

Created by SYS, written by SubFagBoy
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If you are under age or otherwise not allowed to read male/male sexual
stories, leave now. If you're allowed, get ready for a good true story. The
names and places have been altered to protect my true identity, as SYS
still wants me to continue to work and earn income.


Sir had just cum down my throat after forcing me suck to him and lick his
balls like a slave fagboy for hours and even though I wasn't ready to admit
it, I loved every minute of it. We were back in "rest position" and he was
casually pinching my nipple. It was making me crazy and making it hard to
concentrate. Rest position meant I was to play with his balls w one hand,
his cock with the other hand and lick his nipple with my tongue. Couple
that with him teasing my very sensitive nips and I had a raging boner, and
I still hadn't cum (and wasn't sure when I was going to) so my head was
spinning, needless to say. He seemed not to have a care in the world. He
had the TV on some sitcom and was more or less ignoring me, except for the
occasional nip twist or groan if I tickled a particular spot on his big
balls. His cock was spent, soft but it was still so hefty. When my pee pee
got soft it was so small it was almost like it went inside me. Not his. His
was like a slab of meat. I was sort of weighing it in my hand and it felt
heavy and dense. I loved it!

Eventually, he noticed how hard my pee pee was. I was basically rubbing it
up against his leg while in rest position. " You having fun there boy?" I
got nervous...."I'm sorry sir, I'm just so turned on. I love playing with
ur cock and pleasing you, it makes me get hard" I wasn't sure if I should
ask but figured why not, "will I get a chance to cum sir?" I half
whispered. "What's that boy?" he had to hear me I thought, but said it
again anyway "ummmm would it be ok if I cum sir?" he laughed and I
blushed. "That little thing cums? It looks like you haven't even reached
puberty boy, I can barely feel it pokin up against my leg" I was mortified
but figured he was just teasing, I mean I was 37 years old. "Of course it
cums sir, as a matter of fact it cums a lot. I think it makes up for lack
of size with lots of sperm," I said trying to get a laugh and get some
dignity back. I think I saw a smile. Still, I wondered if I was going to
get off. I was nervous again. After a couple of awkward moments he said "do
u think u deserve to get off boy?"

This was something new to me. Wasn't getting off the whole point? I would
later learn getting him off was the whole point. My needs came 2nd, if at
all. Did I deserve it? I thought I did, but didn't know what to say. What
the hell I thought. "Yes sir I do" more silence ... "I'll think about it
boy" think about it? I was a little pissed but tried not to show. I was
soooo super horny. Why couldn't I cum? Was I really going to give that up
too? Along with any control or shame. That's not something I could live
with. This is crazy I thought. What have I gotten myself into? Maybe I'm
over thinking it. There I go off in my head again. And why do I love it so
much? Am I really a sub fag to this big brute of a man? I knew the
answer...so did he.

"Boy! Boy?..." I snapped from my thoughts. He wanted me for something
again. "Stop day dreaming and go get me a drink". I popped up out of bed
and out of rest position, a little frustrated and confused. I went into the
kitchen and got him a diet coke. Should I grab one for myself?? He hadn't
offered. I wasn't sure that was appropriate in anyone's house, never mind
sir's, so I just got the one. I returned to his bed and handed it to
him. He didn't say thanks, just grabbed it and gulped it down and said
"back into rest position boy" When I hesitated he snapped," NOW FAG" I
crawled back into bed humbly. My head was all over the place. I wasn't
trying to be difficult I just wasn't used to being used like this. But one
thing kept my going...my pee pee (I was getting used to calling it that
already) I had been hard for hours. Leaking, aching to cum, hard and
excited throughout this entire time. He belched, lifted his leg so I could
access his balls and changed the TV station. All but ignoring me.

I figured I was never going to cum and, well if you cant beat em join
em. So I decided to focus again on him. I hefted that big cock into my hand
tickled those big nuts for all it was worth. I must have gotten his
attention cause a few minutes later he turned off the TV and looked down at
me.  "Ur getting better at rest position fag" "thanks sir" I felt proud and
happy that he was pleased. But more than that, it actually turned me on to
make him feel good.

"You're going to need a lot of training boy but I think I may keep you on"
I was relieved but still sort of confused and not sure if this was what I
wanted. My rock hard pee pee disagreed completely as did the voice in the
back of my mind. His cock was hard again; it flexed and pulsed in my
hand. It was so thick I could barely get my hand fully around it. I wanted
to get up close and kiss it and study it more closely. I was becoming
obsessed with it. I wanted to taste it again but waited further
directions. I never knew what was next.

"So boy u think I should let you cum?" "Ummm, yes sir" I wasn't sure if I
was supposed to beg or convince him. I wasn't even sure how I was supposed
to get off if/when he said I was allowed. Again more awkward silence, maybe
he's just making me sweat, I hoped. I felt his cock pulse a few times as he
laid there enjoying my hands on him. I wondered what was next.


After a few minutes he half turned over toward me and started twisting both
of my nips. My already hard pee pee got even harder. His face was right
near mine and his breath was so hot on my face. I was in heaven. "You like
my cock boy, eh? Feel how thick and big it is boy. Look at it compared to
your pee pee. This is a real mans cock boy" he said. I was getting so
turned on. "Ur little pee pee was given to you for a reason, it so you can
focus on pleasing a real big cock like mine. Isn't that right boy?" "Yes
sir" it was hard to argue. Even though we were both 6ft tall and big beefy
guys our dicks weren't even close his was like 4 of mine put together. I
was humbled but totally turned on. "Tell me ur my fag boy" "I'm your faggot
sir." I was dripping and rubbing my pee pee up against his leg, I thought
id cum right then.

"Ur going to be a good boy after much more training ... ok jerk your little
dick off and show your master how you cum boy". I didn't see that coming,
his dick was so hard I thought he wanted more service but I didn't need to
be told that twice. I was sort of stuck in rest position. I looked at him
pleadingly and after making me wait another few seconds, he lifted his leg
to free my arm. I ripped down my boxers and frantically jacked myself. It
was weird after having his big cock in my hand for the last few hours, mine
felt even smaller but still I was hard and dying to get off.

He kept tweaking my nips and urged me on "shoot that load boy, show me how
u cum...Yeah fag boy shoot ur load for me" it felt so good, I wanted this
to last forever, I tried to slow it all down a bit and edge for a
while. After all I had spent the last two hours pleasing him, shouldn't I
get some time? He must have sensed it and said "shoot that load boy NOW" it
wasn't a suggestion and the power of his voice sent me over the edge.

My pee pee erupted all over the place. I really do shoot huge loads but
this was something spectacular. Porn star quality even. I shot 10 squirts
at least and about 6 of them hit me square in the face and in my
mouth. Even sir was impressed. "Yeah boy, that's it. Eat Ur own cum
fag.... yeah, Ur such a fag for my cock...look how hot it made you shoot
fagboy". I nearly fainted from ecstasy. I was panting and squirming all
over the place. He kept teasing my nips till they got really really
sensitive after I came. I asked him to stop but he knew what was up and
kept at it. "please sir, please please" I begged. finally he took mercy and
freed them from his fingers. I was spent and ready to doze off in the after
glow when suddenly I hear "ok go clean up fag" again, not a suggestion so I
dragged my cum drenched body out of the bed. I was still dizzy but padded
myself off to the bathroom.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was covered in my own cum
and I was beat red from all that time spent between his legs and under his
balls and at his cock. I was sweaty and exhausted and still nervous and
scared of giving up control. As I wiped the cum off my face and started to
clean up, I looked down and noticed that I was STILL as hard as a rock. I
knew then that not only was I sub fag like sir was telling me but I was HIS
SUB FAG. I looked again in the mirror and smiled. My head was thinking a
million thoughts and while most were good, I was still nervous and doubted
that all this was real. I mean, I'm a 37 year old masculine guy, ex-jock,
butch guy, I'm no sub fag ... Am I? As I start to get lost in my head
again, I hear him... "Boy, what's taking so long...rest position.... NOW"
... In case I had any doubts they faded fast as I nearly tripped over
myself to get back by my MASTERS side...

To be continued....



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