Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 19:19:56 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Red Headed Master Story

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My Red headed Master:

I know how I got here but really don't understand the why. It's an age old
tale; I was bored and surfing the porn sites when I detoured to a gay
message center to settle my curiosity. I can't deny it made me hot. There
was an ad looking for a novice to train, actually there were many ads but
the one with pictures of a redheaded man caught my eye. I revisited this ad
a few times before finally answering it. After a fitful series of e-mails I
agreed to become "his boy."

I had always been fascinated by pale, thin skinned Irish red headed women
but somehow the pictures of this domineering, pink skinned man really got
into my head, I wasn't gay but he really excited me. Our first meeting was
humiliating for me but I agreed to meet at his home for training. I had to
agree that fastening cuffs and collar changed my thought process; instead
of curiosity I began feeling submissive. Here's the story of my abrupt
entry into the strange world of submission.

I stood there for a few minutes, head down, really into my new reality of
submission. Eric stood and moved behind me, releasing the leather cuffs
from my wrists and chaining them to the ring on my collar. He then placed
his hands on my shoulders, motioning me to kneel. My thigh muscles
strained, begging for relief, as I finally settled onto the wood floor
awkwardly without my hands.

Eric moved in front of his kneeling boy and started to stroke my hair just
as he would a pet puppy, wiping the sweat from my forehead. He placed his
hand on my chin and motioned for me to look up at him.

He stared at me for a moment; his green eyes pierced my soul. He then
started to unbutton his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He wore no
underwear, his cock straining against the fly and needing relief. As he
gazed at me, he placed his hands on the waistband of his jeans and pulled
them down to his knees. His hard cock was now only inches from my closed
mouth as he stepped out of the pants. His cock was truly massive; a good
two inches larger than mine and surrounded by a small mass of reddish pubic
hair. The protruding veins throbbed to the big purple cockhead.

He stuck his fingers in my mouth as he told me, "You've exceeded my initial
expectations; a good pussy boy has to be docile. Before me you've only had
an inclination, maybe a stray thought of what it's like to serve a real
man, an alpha male. It's now time for you to learn to fully service
me. Open up your mouth for my cock boy."

I had never been this close to another man's cock and I was too much into
this new experience to stop now. Without the assistance of my hands I
didn't know what I should do. Sensing my dilemma Eric put his hands on the
back of my head and guided it to his erect cock as he said; "Don't put it
in your mouth, lick it, get acquainted with it, it's going to be your new
obsession, soon it'll always be at the top of your thoughts."

My mouth opened and I felt the pulsing, live prick of another man on my
lips. I started to lick, tentatively at first, then with more passion. I
began to move up and down on his huge meat using my lips and tongue.

"Ahhh, that's not bad boy," he exclaimed.  "Now that I'm half hard I want
you to get used to it so take a good look at my cock, a real close
look. Take your time, get familiar from really close up. Get your face up
here really close to my balls."

I thought I did exactly as he said until he corrected me. "No, get closer,
closer."

My nose was within an inch of his cock and balls when he once again grabbed
the back of my head and forcefully pulled it in even closer until my mouth
and nose were touching his balls and sticky dick.

He smirked as he told me "Now, take a deep breath and hold it in."  I did
the best I could with my face crammed into his crotch. The sweaty, musky
smell of man-crotch hit my brain like a illegal drug.  My own little dick
suddenly became painfully hard.  My knees were hurting from kneeling on the
hardwood floor but I didn't care.  I took one deep breath after another
before I actually started to move my face around in his crotch, sniffing
him good, moving over every inch as if I was trying to capture all of his
smells without letting any escape.  Eric took one of his hands off the back
of my head and positioned his cock so that it was lying across my face as I
continued to root around in his crotch.  I felt the sticky pre-cum oozing
out over my forehead as I used my nose to lift up his balls and sniff under
one and then the other. Something clicked in the back of my mind and I
suddenly knew that I was in trouble, I liked this; I was hooked.

"How do you like that boy, be honest with yourself as you answer me." He
asked.

I was thoughtfully honest as I answered, "It was awesome sir; your
man-smell was incredible.  I never thought something like that could get me
so turned on."  I was mortified to be saying those words, but even more
embarrassed that they were the truth.

Eric just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving
towards the sliding glass door. "I'm going to get something in my bag.  You
stay right where you are, don't move a muscle or even think about touching
your cock.  Do you understand?"  I nodded that I did, but instead of
leaving he just stood there looking at me. "I'm getting very tired of
watching you just nod at me. You have a voice boy, when I ask you a
question, use it."

"I understand Sir, I won't move or touch myself."  His control over me was
growing.  He was only gone for a few seconds before coming back out again
with a small, black bag.  He rummaged around in one of the side pockets and
soon found the object of his search, he opened his hand to me showing me a
tiny red capsule and a half-drunk beer.

 "Here, take this." He said.

 "What is it?" I asked.

"NO QUESTIONS!  I'll tell you after you take it."  I reached up, took the
tablet and washed it down with a swig of beer.

He smiled saying, "That was a tab of concentrated poppers.  It'll put you
in a really nice place where you'll feel all the sensations tonight but
won't analyze every goddamn thing like you've been so far, consider it a
training aide.  I actually think you'll like it. It will take about 5 or so
minutes or so to kick in."

As commanded I just squatted in front of him, panting and admiring his
crotch. He gently lifted his half swollen prick and pointed it at my face.
"Open your mouth!"

I don't know why I did it, but afterwards I couldn't quite believe what I
had become; I was a cock-slave now.  As I stared open-mouthed at his cock
he moved forward and laid his big cock head on my tongue. I felt rather
than saw it suddenly begin to spew forth with a stream of hot piss the
first blast of which went right into my open mouth.

The heat of it was incredible and despite my humiliation it somehow felt
right. After the initial blast Eric gently rubbed my head and told me to
swallow. "That's right boy, gulp down your Master's piss, get used to how
my piss tastes in your mouth, savor it. Here comes some more, nurse it out
of the head of my cock. Any cunt mouth that services his man has to get
used to the taste of piss. It's what I want and what you'll do for me."

I closed my lips over his cockhead and gently sucked as he slowly pissed in
my mouth. I thought to myself; this is good; Master is being so considerate
pissing slowly letting me keep up with the flow. When he finished he let me
run my tongue into the piss slit to clean it out.

He settled into the leather couch and had a wide smirk on his face as he
told me, "You see boy, it's more fun when your inhibitions are gone;
drinking a real man's piss is a cocksucker's job. Suck it a little
now. Well, what are you waiting for?  Get started already!"

I painfully inched forward on my knees when I realized that he wasn't going
to move at all. When I had finally covered the distance between us, I
lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand
grabbed my head and slowed my descent as he said, "Just lick it a while
first. You'll need a lot of instructions if you are going to make it as my
suck-boy."

I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head further until it made contact
with the smooth, purple, reddish skin that covered his cockhead.  I
immediately tasted the salty funk of his precum while I used my tongue to
probe deeper and deeper into his piss slit.  I could sense that his cock
was once again on the rise and heard him let out a soft moan.  I
immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was
quickly pulled off again and he slapped my face hard saying, "Are you deaf,
boy?  Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my
instructions exactly.  I only told you to lick it."

After what seemed a lifetime he pushed my face away from his crotch as he
told me, "Open up now boy, you've been wanting this haven't you?"

I opened my mouth and felt about three inches of his steely hard cock slip
into my waiting mouth.  He moaned and just held it there for a few seconds,
telling me how hot my mouth felt around his cock. Holding my head firmly,
he began to pump it up and down on his drippy man-meat, farther and farther
down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat.  I
felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but it was
obvious that he really didn't care anymore.  Tears began to well up in my
eyes, an automatic reflex when a person feels their choking.  Through my
tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside
my mouth.  How far did he intend to go I wondered?

The answer came moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock and
held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry, flared head. At this
range the piss slit looked like the mouth of a canon. In my haze I heard
him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth, just gulp
some air."

As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously
into his crotch, his thick, sticky cock only pausing slightly as it bumped
the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening.  Of course,
as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed.  I
was gagging constantly as he held my head down in his pubes, my throat
convulsing over and over around the thick invader.

He was cheering me on, "That's it boy, it's like your throat is trying to
get my cock off all by itself.  I'm proud of you boy, your throat was made
for a man's cock, made to let a man sling his cum down there."

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Eric raised my head up long
enough for me to gasp for air.  I could see thick, nasty strands of my
saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick
shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls
and ran down to the floor. He then proceeded to thrust my head back down
his shaft and even though he had a more difficult time ramming it past the
back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the element of surprise
anymore) he still managed to slip all the way inside until my nose was once
again buried in his red pubic bush.  I gagged again, producing another
thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive
thrust.  He didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me
up for air and then thrusting it back again.  I began to realize that he
was training my throat, training it to pleasure his cock the way he wanted.

Soon he developed a rhythm settling into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and
I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing, timing the breaths to occur
at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock.  He was
totally in control now, with my hands behind my back, never releasing my
head for a second.

I knew that spit and precum were everywhere. I could see a thick puddle of
white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto the floor. He continued his
verbal teaching like a good sports coach would.  "Yeah, now you're using
your mouth pussy right, take my cock, take it all the way to the root, boy,
I know you can do it!  You've been dreaming about this for years, haven't
you? Thinking about a nice wet, big, mancock sliding down your throat."

His thrusts were becoming quicker now and I felt a new wave of swelling
travel up his cock; I knew he was getting close.  "Remember how you fucking
rooted around my balls, boy?  Well, now you're getting the whole thing
right down your tight little throat, just like you always wanted.  My big,
thick cock, the same cock that just pissed in your mouth is pounding your
throat like it's fucking a pussy.  Your throat is about to milk the sperm
out of the nuts you licked and that makes you hot, doesn't it?  Takes you
right to the edge thinking about tasting my cum, doesn't it boy?  Well,
pussy boy, get ready for it, here it comes cocksucker!!!!"

Time slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger stretching my
mouth as the first violent wave of cum traveled up his shaft to empty far
down my throat. Suddenly, With unbelievable quickness for a man in the
middle of an orgasm, he pulled my head awkwardly backwards and moved to sit
right on the edge of the sofa with the head of his cock less than an inch
from my mouth.  It shuddered again with nothing to hold it steady and
spewed a second massive load all over my face and into my mouth. I was
covered from my hairline down to my chin.  A third blast coated my right
cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there
and gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor.

I focused on the underside of his shaft and noticed it contract as yet
another wave of his cum made its way to accumulate at his cockhead.  He
yanked my head backwards even further and looked down at me, smiled and
just spit into my open mouth as he said, "Poor slave boy hasn't gotten to
taste any man-cum yet.  Is that what you want, to taste my cum, your new
owner's cum?"

I was well beyond embarrassment by now and eagerly nodded that I wanted it.
He shook my head hard and calmly set me straight. "I told you not to nod at
my questions, use your mouth cunt to answer me, tell me what you want!"

"Please, Sir, I want to taste it so bad.  Please don't waste it.  I need to
experience what it tastes like.  I've done everything you wanted tonight,
please let me have it in my mouth."  I was scared and excited at the same
time.

He smirked at my submission and said, "Keep your mouth open, boy, here it
cums, ENJOY!"

He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer
to the edge of the couch and just let it sit there for a moment, temptingly
as his hand kept the skin pinched off, staring at me, watching my
reaction. After what seemed like an eternity, he skinned his hand back and
I got my first real taste of his load.  It was amazing.  The pent up cum
ran out like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry, mouth.  The taste
was incredible and I knew that I was hooked, everything he had said about
me was true; I was now his cocksucker.  I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I
wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock, all at the same
time.  I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy, salty, cum of my new
Master around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth,
savoring the musky, salty flavor and heat of man-cum. He began to beat my
face with his slimy cock, moving his cum all over my face before he
released the back of my head. I knew I was where I belonged.

We settled into a comfortable routine in the next couple of days. I was his
cocksucker but every once in a while I forgot myself and displeased him. I
just couldn't understand how I was so happy being his slave. What kind of
guy wanted to be a cock-slave anyway?

We were in a cool spot as he continued to train me has the slave he
wanted. Eric had me on my knees after supper. He raised his flaccid member
up slightly with his hand and brought the nub of his cock to within an inch
of my lips.

"Do you see my piss hole?" he asked. I nodded. "Answer me now boy!"

"Yes," I answered with some hesitation. "Yes, what?" "Yes...I..."

"My name, boy. Always address me properly. Say, `Yes Sir." I swallowed
hard, staring at the slit so near my lips.

I replied, "Yes, Sir" somehow once I said the word it just felt natural.

"Now stick your tongue out and wiggle it around in the hole."

I told myself that I was only doing it because I had no choice knowing that
I was lying to myself; I slowly let my tongue slip from my lips and made
yet another trembling contact with my Master's massive piss hole, parting
the slit with my tongue.

"Get the tip in there," he instructed. "Good, good, just wiggle it in
there. Now lean in and let your lips suckle on the head. Start sucking your
Master's cock head into your mouth now cocksucker."

With the tip of my tongue firmly lodged in my Master's piss slit, I leaned
my head forward ever so slightly and my lips got the full taste of
it. Eric's soft skin gave way to my lips and the cock head crept into my
opening mouth like an eager snake.

"Now roll your tongue around it," Master told me. "Get it nice and wet."

As I did this, I could sense the monster growing. The head of it in my
mouth began to swell and he had to scoot back a bit to allow for the growth
without gagging me, his boy. For all the discomfort and violation I had
suffered, I found the feel of the silky skin in my mouth to be rather
pleasant, though I tried not to think about it that way. I swirled my
tongue around and around to get it wet, just the way I was told. I had to
keep opening my mouth wider as more and more of his meat slid in and
grew. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" Master pulled his growing member from my
mouth and waited for a response. "Answer me, boy."

I simply couldn't take my eyes off my Master's cock as it glistened from
its first meeting with my tongue. It was still soft and flexible in his
grip. It was thick and long, at least seven inches showing, with more to
go. "Yes, Master," I said. That's what the answer had to be, I figured. I
kept telling myself it meant nothing. It was just something he had to do to
please this man and keep myself from being hurt.

He smiled down at me. "Now, you know where the most sensitive areas are. I
want you to show me with your tongue." Master let his cock flop around on
my face, wiping the moist head from cheek to cheek. "Come on, boy," he
taunted. "Get that tongue out. Lick the best places."

I stuck my tongue out again and began licking the under belly of his cock,
just below the glands. Master moaned his approval and six inches became
eight. Knowing where I liked my own little cock rubbed, my inhibitions
began to ebb and within minutes, I was licking Master's big cock like it
was a candy stick in all the right places. The size and feel and smell of
it against my tongue, lips and face quickly erased the line between what
men should and shouldn't do and what simply felt good. I was worshipping
his big cock like it was a God, my God. Before long the man I now thought
of as my Master had reached the glory of a full erection; I was proud.

I had to lick and suck on all the areas of Master's cock that I could reach
and he had to step back and press down on his shaft to make sure the proper
attention was given to every area. Master swayed his hips as he fed me his
tool. "It tastes good, doesn't it, boy?"  Between the loud, wet slurps of
my tongue, I responded properly, "Yes, Sir." "I want to hear you moaning
those words over and over as you suck me off, boy," my new Master
instructed. "I want to hear you moaning,

"Yes, Oh, yes, Master."

Master's monster snake was soon glistening with my efforts and he began
inserting his head back into my wet mouth repeated until trickles of saliva
were running down the shaft and dripping onto my chest. I couldn't help it,
I began moaning the words, "Yes, Sir," as the regal head of his cock met my
lips. What started out as strict obedience soon became very genuine moans
and groans of pleasure mixed with desire as I repeated those words with
greater intensity and need. I had lost all sense of who he was or what
position I was in and the only thing that seemed to matter was being close
to my man, my owner, Master's big cock as it slid all over my face.

The massive member slid out from my wet lips and I quickly lunged at
Master's cock and sucked it back into my mouth for another tongue bath, I
nearly gagged as it approached the back of my throat. I knew that I had to
concentrate on my performance.  My eyes watered as I sucked on the end of
his big pole like a nursing baby.  He pulled the dripping head of his cock
out of my mouth again and humped his long shaft slowly up and down over my
face as I, now his boy, licked and kissed from below. "It's a beautiful
cock, isn't it, boy?"  "Oh, yes, Sir," I answered as I kissed that
beautiful shaft. "Yes!" And I found myself wanting my hands to be free to
grip the shaft of Master's cock with both hands and control it for
myself. It was so big, so thick, so soft and yet so hard and massive. I
wanted to know what it felt like to hold it but knew that Master knew
best. Yes, I found it to be quite beautiful.

Then my Master humped his way up onto my face so that his balls came into
range. My Master's balls were shaved bare and before he could tell me what
to do I licked my way down to them and began kissing them and suckling them
and marveling at how full and heavy and smooth they felt against my wet
touch.

"Pretty soon, I'm going to unload those in your mouth," Master said as he
delighted in the pleasure of my sudden eagerness. "Mmm...you love your
Master's cum in your mouth, don't you cocksucker? I own you."

My face was smothered in man-meat. I was breathing it all in and tasting it
and had no real sense of what it all meant, but I was too far gone in what
I was doing to think rationally about it. "Yes, Sir," I moaned after
rolling the flat of my tongue across his ball sack, which seemed to be
rising just a bit.

He slid back down and let me press the flat of my tongue on the underside
of his cock head and roll it around. Pre-cum oozed from the thick cock out
onto my tongue and was smeared around as my licking continued. Finding the
new taste so very pleasant, I lapped at the pee slit and sucked more of the
warm juice from my owner's tool. "Get it all now boy," Master encouraged me
as he moaned his approval. I was licking that head so passionately now that
he was getting ready to explode. He hadn't had an orgasm in hours, saving
it all up for this moment. My tenacity, though not wholly unexpected, was
getting him off faster than anticipated.  Master then placed his hands on
my head and I, sensing what was next, opened my mouth willingly and
accepted the final insertion of his thick monster. He directed my eyes
upwards and told me to prepare for a large gush of cum. My Master said he
didn't want me to swallow his cum right away though. He wanted me to let
the cum collect in my mouth and then wait until I was told before gulping
it down.

Though my mouth was too full to speak I'm sure my eyes said it all. "Yes,
Sir." I have to say that looking into a man's eyes while sucking his cock
is pretty much the ultimate in humiliation. He is invariably smirking as he
revels in his complete ownership of you, his cocksucker. As I look at my
Master's eyes while my mouth is stuffed with cock I usually can't stop
shuddering; the feeling of surrender is complete, wonderful, horrible and
ultimately what I was born for.

I continued to stare up at the smooth, muscular upper body of the man that
towered over me, controlled me like he would a pet in training. My tongue
swirled around the huge flesh pole frantically, dancing to the
inevitable. Master's moans of pleasure grew more intense until, at last, he
placed his hands on the corners of my jaws and pulled out enough to let the
first burst of thick, sweet, cream shoot into my mouth.  It was quick and I
was startled as I almost inhaled it when I felt the warm stream gush into
the back of my throat. I recovered in time to open my mouth wider to accept
the second wave, which produced more than the first. Master began stroking
his pole with both hands, milking it as I obediently kept my mouth open to
receive one shot after the other. My mouth was soon filled with a pool of
creamy whiteness, salty and sticky.  With each intense spasm my Master
milked his shaft until the quivering subsided and the last major glob of
cum dropped into my waiting mouth. The pool of cream had risen to the brim
of my lower lip and I held it all there, trembling at the fullness, afraid
for what was next, unable to move for fear of letting some spill and
upsetting Eric, my Master.  He slowly stroked himself down as he caught his
breath and admired his handiwork. As the massive tool began to soften, he
dipped the head into my mouth and then wiped it off around my nostrils so I
could breathe it in.

"Now close your mouth, boy," I was instructed. "Close your mouth and swish
it all around, I want you to get used to my taste, eh cocksucker."  I
slowly brought my lips together and winced, this was very different than
when he came while deep into my throat; this was much more intimate. I had
nothing to compare this experience to. Master's cum was warm and gooey and
filled my cheeks as he directed me to swirl it around with my cummy
tongue. I did as I was ordered. I knew that it wasn't quite the pinnacle of
my submission; that was when I drank his piss but this was somehow more an
intimate measure of submission. With my Master's last instruction, I
swallowed it down in full gulps and even after I had finished swallowing I
could still taste and feel it in my mouth; it was as though it's taste
would always be there for me and perhaps it would. With my Master's cum
stains drying in my nostrils and the taste of him fully on my lips I felt
deliriously owned, humiliated and used. He was right, the more I learned,
the more I liked.

With Master Eric still rubbing his half flaccid tool against my lips, I
licked at the last of the oozing cum escaping from the pee slit as if
licking from an ice cream cone. Without any instruction from Master as to
what to do with it, I simply let it glaze my tongue and then swallowed it
down with the rest. When the well ran dry, I continued to suckle his cock
head like a pacifier until it slipped away.

"Did you enjoy that?" Eric asked. My head was drooped in a daze as if I was
about to pass out from either exhaustion or confusion. Master grabbed me by
the hair and tugged my gaze upwards. "Tell me, boy...did you enjoy sucking
my cock and tasting my cum?" I nodded slowly, like I was in a fog. The
smell of cum filled my nose. The taste of my Master's big cock and creamy
cum overpowered my taste buds.

In my haze I heard him saying, "Because whoever owns you will fuck your
mouth, he'll Fuck your ass, and he will be so tired from fucking you he
won't be able to get out of his chair to take a piss. He won't have to go
to the bathroom because he'll have you. "He'll just snap his finger and
point to his cock and you'll rush right over to him and plug your mouth
with his cock. You'll have to be ready to drink his piss without spilling
any."  "Do you know why you will obey him boy?  Because, In the beginning
you simply wondered, thinking that you weren't gay and that you were a man,
but after being introduced to cock you did exactly as you were told,
because you are not a man, you're like a little girl trying to please your
man; it's what you were born to do, boy. You've got a lot to learn yet but
now you see that you'll only be happy when servicing a dominant male,
you're a born cocksucker."

As I absorbed this he very casually told me that his next lesson was to be
ass sucking and I should start thinking about it.

It was the next day when it happened. I was shocked; he was going to teach
me to suck his ass. Here I was kneeling once again as he told me what to
expect. "It'll be a pleasure teaching you how to suck and lick a man's
asshole; it's a very important skill for any cocksucker."

Master Eric told me that once I got beyond my initial reluctance and
inhibitions I would love giving this service. I watched him while trembling
on my knees. Eric turned around and straddled my head, facing my feet. His
ass was now over my face instead of his cock and balls, which were dangling
just out of reach of my mouth. I looked up has his ass hovered over my
face.

"You're going to love this boy," Eric said. His balls were hanging just
inches away from my chin as he spread his ass-cheeks. I was fascinated by
the view as he spread his ass cheeks. His deep ass-crack opened and I could
see the fine, reddish hairs around his asshole. The puckered shit-hole was
light brown with a fringe of very light hair around it. I now knew why
people called it a rosebud!

I could see how tightly closed his asshole was, clenched comfortably
shut. As I gazed at it his hole clenched tighter then let go, it was like
it winked at me. I gasped, almost expecting a turd dropping on my
face. Instead, the hole relaxed again and opened slightly. I began to smell
his fragrance. The smell was primitive, certainly a man's smell. I could
smell and feel the power in him. The smell between a man's legs was
becoming more familiar to me by the minute.

I heard him say, Ok boy, take a good look at my asshole, imagine how it'll
taste on your tongue, look carefully and think only about pleasuring my
hole; it's what I want. After you lick up and down the crack of my ass run
your tongue around the rim of my asshole. Use your tongue lightly, not too
hard. Lightly, remember that. Then flick your tongue back and forth over it
before you tongue fuck it. Ok, start licking my ass crack."

I inhaled deeply as his ass lowered slowly until the top of his crack was
right over my mouth. "Go on, put out your tongue like I told you." My
tongue snaked out; the warm, salty taste of ass-flesh seared my tongue. It
was a taste like none I had ever tasted. Somehow the musky warmth of his
ass-crack was somehow comforting on my tongue as I cautiously licked a
small area. His ass-flesh was smooth and soft I noticed.

The taste wasn't unpleasant but when I thought of his brown shit-hole
farther down I shivered. My tongue went to work moving slowly back and
forth as Eric began raising his ass into the air. My tongue was getting
closer to his hole. His ass-cheeks deepened. I couldn't help it, I screamed
out. "Noooo, I, I can't do it Sir."

Look boy, you heard what I said. You're going to learn how to please a
man's asshole whether you like it or not. In any case I'll enjoy it. Do you
need to be whipped to serve like my cocksucker or do you want to become the
eager cock slut you've learned you were born to be. If you're not willing
to lick my ass then I have no use for you, you'll never suck my cock again,
it's your choice."

I knew I couldn't go back to before I was a cocksucker, I had to obey
him. I very tentatively snaked my tongue into his crack, not happy but
resigned to obey him. I soon was darting the tip of my tongue around his
asshole. The taste was bittersweet and burned my tongue a little. I swirled
my tongue lightly as I had been instructed. Around and around the puckered
rim I licked, Eric arched his back and planted his ass firmly on my
mouth. My tongue slid up and down over his brown shit hole and I could feel
his soft, sensitive asshole flesh quiver slightly with pleasure. I was
sucking and licking ass now like I was born to it, I couldn't admit it to
myself but I was secretly enjoying it now.

"That's it boy, slide your tongue inside, work it from side to side to get
it in." I did as I was told, stiffened my tongue and pushed against his
asshole. I could feel his hole relax and open. My tongue found the center
and swirled in as it probed in and out of his asshole. "That's it boy,
clean out my hole." As I licked his ass the excitement of what I was doing
worked on my mind. I was swabbing out his shithole; the place where his
turds came out. The aroma between his legs was intoxicating, a man's smell,
my Master's smell. No matter how much the idea had repulsed me at first I
found that the more I tongued his asshole, the more turned on I got.  I
truly felt like a slave boy now that I was my Master's ass-licker. What had
I become?

Eric abruptly turned over and motioned me to lick his balls. "Good boy,
you've learned your lesson well but there are still a few things you need
to know. First is that I'll sometimes be using your tongue as my toilet
paper, it's so much warmer and softer. Also from now on whenever anyone
enters or leaves the house you're to be on your knees at the door. You're
expected to show your admiration and respect for whoever may want to be
using your mouth between their legs, do you understand?"  Yes Sir, I
understand, I said with the taste of ass still strong in my mouth.

 The sex was never ending and I thought I had become quite proficient as a
cocksucker. Master Eric had told me yesterday that he was going to fuck me
tonight. Of course I was apprehensive and couldn't see how that big cock
could fit.

Eric had me bend over has he slowly pressed his lubed finger into my
hole. I immediately pushed back, and his thumb filled me, stretched me. I
rocked forward, and then back again, feeling his thick digit rub against my
prostate. He cupped his hand around so that my balls came to rest in it as
I pushed back.

"That's it, bitch. Get yourself nice and ready, because the next thing in
your ass won't be as small as this thumb." I moaned has I was imagining how
his cock would feel inside me, 100 times bigger than his thumb.

"Stop," he commanded. He slowly pulled his thumb out of my dilated ass, and
then moved behind me. He spit again and rubbed it around the edge of my
hole.

"I'm about to change you forever boy," Eric said, and the head of his cock
was suddenly inside of me. I gasped and squirmed, trying momentarily to get
away, but Eric had anticipated that. One hand held the hair and my head
which pulled painfully as I tried to get away. The other hand held my hip,
preventing any involuntary movement of my ass away from his cock.

I had Eric's cock inside of my ass. I was letting Eric do the most
violating thing one man could do to another: put his cock in another man's
ass. I knew that no real man would let another man do this to him. And here
I was, not only letting him do this to me, but asking for it, begging for
it. I understood completely who I was in that moment and I loved Master
Eric for allowing me time to adjust to that big cockhead just inside my
ass. He just let it soak for a bit until my hole stopped spasming. There is
no doubt who's in charge when a guy is stuffing his cock into your ass. I
was actually grateful for his showing me what I was.

"From what the fagboys tell me, it stops hurting and gets better until
you'll feel empty without a cock up your ass," Eric said. "Let your ass
relax if you can. Don't fight it; we both know you want it now. Relax boy
then your ass will relax and accept my cock. In a minute, you're gonna beg
me to never take it out." My ass was relaxing and the initial strain was
being replaced by a warmth and fullness of his flesh inside of me. It
didn't feel too bad but I knew he only had his big cockhead in my hole at
this point.

"I like to take a cumwhore's ass like this the first time, on their knees,
their proud asses raised high in the air. It reminds them of what they are,
bitches, dogs, cockhounds." He spit again, and it landed on the exact spot
where his cock met my ass. He pushed further in, slowly and steadily,
spreading the feeling of fullness inside of me. I could feel the hurt as
his hard prick passed over my prostate, and I groaned and almost came but I
held back, knowing I should wait for Eric's permission.

"Three more inches," he said. My ass was still straining, trying to get
over the widest part of his cock. The pain of my opening ass was balanced
by the pleasure of his cock against my prostate. He suddenly pulled
completely out before immediately plunging back in each time going deeper.

"Your turn to work boy," Eric said. "I've put all but a couple of inches
in.  Show me that you want all of my cock inside you."

I didn't know if I could take any more but my desire to please this man
overcame my apprehension. I pushed my ass back, impaling myself on his hard
dick. I stopped only when I felt my ass hit his pubic hair, his balls
hitting mine. Eric groaned as he bottomed out in my hole. My ass was full,
it hurt like hell. I was chock full of Eric, impaled on his magnificent
cock.

"It's a shame that no one has used this hole before," Eric said. "It's so
hot and tight that every real man should have a crack at it." My cock,
which had been going in and out of hardness due to the pain, began
throbbing with Eric now deep inside me telling me how good my ass was.

Eric pulled on my hair, causing me to rise from all fours. I felt his
breath on my ear, and he spoke.

"You are taken now, you're my little bitch. I have claimed your ass as my
own. I am the first and you will always remember this moment of me taking
your manhood for my own. Nod your head if you need me to fuck you now."
There was no hesitation as I nodded, yes, to this man, my Owner, my Master.

He pulled his cock slowly out, enjoying the friction of his cock against my
hole. My insides seemed to rush to fill the void left by his monster cock,
and then were suddenly pushed back again by it. As he fucked me with long,
slow, satisfying strokes as he continued to pull back on my hair, arching
my neck back.

As he fucked, he murmured, more to himself than to me, things like, "Ass is
so fucking tight and a Perfect fit for my cock." He seemed almost in a
trance as he fucked me, using his other hand to forcefully pull my hip back
to meet his cock. I was surprised that the pain in my ass had disappeared,
and only the pleasure of a huge cock pounding my prostate remained.

"Fuck yourself on my cock." The head of his cock was still in my ass as I
got to work. Where he had been fucking slow and steady, I now wanted it
faster and began to rock back and forth, fucking myself on his flesh. Eric
let out a long satisfied groan.

"I like this, cocksucker, you working hard for my cum.  I can't believe
you've degraded yourself to pushing your own ass back on a real man's
cock. You're the lowest of the low now, just like I told you. You're a
fucking bottom-boy Omega male if ever I saw one." He slapped my ass,
reminding me of my place with his hands as he did with his words.

"Stop," he commanded. I did, but not fast enough. His cock almost slipped
out. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back down, his cock
lodged completely inside me.

"Flip onto your back," he said. "And don't let my cock come out of your
ass."

I tried several different ways all of which tangled my legs in his and
didn't accomplish the goal. Eric finally lifted one leg for me and spun me
around on his cock, my legs in the air, saying, "Never send a faggot boy to
do a man's job."

"I want to see your eyes when I cum inside you, when I leave my cum in your
most intimate hole." He began pumping into me again, more quickly than
before. Somehow, his cock now felt even bigger in my ass.

"I'm going to take your gag out now," he said. "But make one fucking noise,
and I pull my cock out and it never goes back in you. Understand?" I nodded
and said, "yes Sir."

"Tell me why you like it when I fuck you," Eric said. "I want to hear you
explain."

"I like pleasing you, and I can tell that fucking my ass like a cunt
pleases you. I've been trying to clamp down on your cock to make it feel
better for you, Sir. You were right about me, all along: I need your
cock. You've made me your faggot cocksucker and I will never be the same
without your cock."

His fucking tempo had increased, and he was going quickly now. "You say all
the right things to get me off, fucker," he said with a smirk. "That's part
of the reason I keep you around." I thought that he had to know I was
close. Could I cum? Was that allowed? He pumped his cock into my ass,
faster and faster. He must be close, too.

When his cock slammed in to the hilt I came. It was unlike any orgasm I had
ever had. My body bucked and my ass clenched and cum spurted from my cock
while my eyes never left Eric's, his penetrating stare lighting the fuse
for the fireworks going off inside my body.  I felt grateful to finally
know exactly where I belonged and how I needed to be used by this man. At
the height of my orgasm, I felt something else which re-doubled this
nirvana: Eric was cumming in me?

His thrusts into my ass became more rapid, and I could feel the hot ropes
of cum striking the inside of my ass. His already strong thrusts became
powerful enough to push me back.  My own orgasm seemed meager compared to
Eric's. His eyes never closed, but they glazed over with a look of pure
pleasure that was more than enough payment for all the humiliation and pain
I had suffered at his hands

The silence was broken only by our pounding pulses. The world seemed to
have stopped.

"That, my little boy-bitch, is how to fuck." He smiled and lay on top of
me, pressing our two sweaty bodies close together.

"It's a lot better when the cockslut gets off just before I do," he
said. "That clenching ass makes my orgasm that much better." His only
reason for making me cum was to give him a better orgasm. I glowed, knowing
that my body had pleased him. I was strangely proud hearing that he was
happy with me.

After we both caught our breath, he pushed up off of me, leaving his cock
barely inside my ass. "Ready?" he asked, and a moment later, he pulled his
cock out of my ass. I missed him already.

He had a hand underneath where he had penetrated me and he caught a few
drops of cum as they fell from his cock. He cupped his hand and put it up
to my hole.

"Give it back," he said. I whimpered slightly - I didn't want to give it
back and he slapped my ass very hard. "Now," he said.

I opened my ass and his cum slipped out of it into his hand. I had to do
this a couple of times until I knew I was empty. With his fingertips, he
wiped the last bit of cum off my ass, sending a shiver through my whole
body as he touched my hole.

He brought his hand up to my face, and I thought, There's no way he's going
to do this.

"You've earned it," he said. "Open up."

I opened my mouth to accept the nastiest gift I had ever received, his
still warm cum, taken out of my ass after he'd fucked me. The first drop
hit my tongue and I almost came again. It tasted like Eric's cum, only
stronger, with a darker flavor to it. I knew the extra taste to be my ass
and the juices from it.

"Nice pussyboy likes his milk," Eric said condescendingly with his
trademark smirk. By now I had half of his hand in my mouth, sucking away at
his cummy fingers. He pulled his fingers out suddenly.

"I almost forgot," he said. "My little cocksucker has a favorite bowl." He
turned over and lay on his stomach. He reached around with his still cum
filled hand and wiped the cum onto his own ass. My Master was truly
warped. I was so glad I had found him.

"Lap it up, boy-bitch," he said. I got on my knees and parted his now
familiar ass cheeks, savoring the smell and the sight of the pearly liquid
coating the crack of his ass. The flavor of his cum, my ass juice and his
ass sent me over the edge. I began cumming again, amazingly less than five
minutes after cumming, and without even touching my cock.

I was happier than I had ever been before, kneeling with my face deep into
his ass cheeks licking away and very sure that I would soon be told to suck
my ass juices off of his sticky, smelly cock. This was now my home, this is
where I belonged. I am a cocksucker, his cocksucker, his body slave.


Please comment on this story to me at dodge1191@hotmail.com

This story was written with quite a few pictures, it's too bad we can't
post illustrated stories on NIFTY.

And so it goes!!!