Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2009 10:19:40 -0800 (PST) From: stl leather <stlltrbtm@yahoo.com> Subject: Slave to Destiny Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction containing light BDSM sex between a middle-aged man and a 20 year old boy (If this kind of material is offensive to you, or you are not of legal age in the country/state where you live in, please do not continue. Author's Note: This story is under property of the author, anyone wishing to re-post this on their own website must confirm the author for confirmation. However, feel free to download it and use for your own pleasure, or send to a friend. All feedback is welcome. Flames will be ignored. Copyright 2009 Dark Knight, All rights reserved. Slave to Destiny by Dark Knight ---------------------------------- In late spring, with his studies completed, he had decided to spend the summer at the reclusive castle in order to try to decide what to do next with his life. How he got the invite was still a bit of a mystery. He didn't know the organization, but it offered three months no strings attached accommodations for graduating students and he considered it his good fortune to have been offered a place to stay where he could contemplate his future. So far, as the offer stated, he was the only one at the castle, and he liked it that way. Inside the castle was everything you would imagine a castle contained. A large spiraling staircase that lead upstairs. A huge great room with a large fireplace. The boy liked building a large fire at night and laying on the thick rug placed twenty feet from the fire. He would lay on his back, naked, watching the flames dance inside the inferno, stroking himself and touching himself all over, Working his young body into a state of animal frenzy, imagining that a stranger was watching him and becoming aroused. He would dream of a tall, powerfully build man standing in the shadows, silently stroking his own hard cock while the boy begged to be fucked by a real man. The boy wanted so much to be consumed by the lust of a man, to be the man's pleasure object, the ONE thing that the man would go to, to release his pent up lust. Often, after screaming out in ecstasy from his masturbation sessions by the fire, the boy would imagine he could hear the man groaning in pleasure as he released his seed. Then the boy would go to bed and have the most erotic dreams of the man climbing into bed with him and forcing his manhood into every hole the boy could offer. Ending the night of pleasure by securing a thick leather collar around the boys neck and pronouncing that he was now the property of the man. The boy often woke up in the morning with the bed soaked in his own fluids. In his dreams, his visions, he saw the man as six foot tall, 220 pounds of muscle and hair. His blues eyes burned brightly as he lead the boy around with a lease attached to his collar. He would take the boy into the grate room and he would sit in the large chair, naked, with his legs spread. A small, quick jerk of the lease would signal for the boy to come over between the man's legs and began worshipping his blood gorged cock. Sometimes it would be over an hour of sucking, licking and tonguing before the man would push the boy away and taking the leash, lead the boy over to the thick rug, where the man would mount the boy from behind like an animal. Thrusting in one hard push the entire length of his cock into the unlubricated boypussy. "Yes, Master, use me to give you pleasure. I'm your bitch, fuck me and fill me with your sacred seed." the boy would beg. "Yeah, take that cock boy, you know you crave it, you have to have it. You're addicted to my cock aren't you? SAY IT!" "I need your cock master, I crave your sweet cum. I must have it. Please fill me with your seed." The whore-boy would lay in his bed, deep asleep but totally aroused by the dream. He made for quite a view for the man in the shadows. Lying there, mostly uncovered from his sheets. His naked body exposing his large uncut penis extended into the air and his smooth legs spread wide, simulating the fucking he was dreaming of. The man finally stepped out of the shadows for real and approached the sleeping boi. Swiftly and silently he set up the metal cuffs at all four bed posts. He laid the loose ends on the corners of the large bed. The only clothing Master wore was all made from leather. His harness fit snuggly over his big, hairy chest and shoulders. He worn leather chaps and long, multi-buckled boots. The chaps hugged his hips and muscular legs but allowed plenty of free space for his butt and cock/balls. His body was covered in hair, tattoos and piercings. Both nipples, his large cock and two in each ear had large gauge rings. Sure of the mindset of the soon-to-be boi-slave, the Master took out a leather collar that had a chain attached to it and quickly collared the boi, waking him from his lustful dreams. "Boy, I'm tired of waiting, and the dreams I planted in your mind have you ready, so let's get started!" The boy was shocked and at the same time excited by the sight of seeing the man before him. He offered no resistance as his REAL Master attached the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. In fact, with each click of a new cuff being closed, the boys cock jumped with anticipation. To him, it seemed right, like what he had been seeking with his life. To please a man. To be a man's bitch. To be a holy receiver of a Masters sacred seed. Frankly, the Master didn't particularly care what the boy was thinking. He was going to use the boi for HIS pleasure. As he had foreseen, this was the boy's destiny. After pulling the leather straps on each cuff tight, the Master blindfolded the boi and then climbed on top of him. First he made the boy eat his ass out... cleaning, licking, tonguing the Masters ass, making the Master hunger for the bois manpussy. Then the master made the boy take his large cock down his throat. Working the cock, forcing the boy to relax his throat muscles until the Master was able to put the full length of his cock down the boi's throat. Both Master and slave were sweating heavily. The Masters sweat would drip onto the boys' smooth body. To the boi, it was like rain from heaven, he wanted to soak up all of the juices from the Master. The lust of the man over took him as he was face fucking the boy. The muscles of the Master were all working together for his pleasure. His large traps, pecs and delts were flexing in time with his gluts as he repeatedly plugged the bois open throat hole. He could feel the surge rising in his balls and he planted his cock deep down the boi's throat, cutting off the boi's air while pumping six large loads of cum straight into the boy's stomach. The boi shot his own stream of sperm into the air, landing on his smooth tummy and chest, nearly passed out from lack of air. But the tide of lust in the man was not satisfied. He needed more. He WOULD have more and this boicunt would be the recipient of his pent up lust again. The Master untied the leather straps from the bedposts and picked the limp boi up and easily threw him over his shoulder. He descended down the stairs and into the grate room. Using the exposed rafters above, he attached a large, black leather sling and flopped the boi into it, securing his arms and making sure his legs were held up and out of his way, exposing the boipussy and cheeks. The Master knew what he wanted, but even more interesting, he knew what the boi NEEDED. So as the still blindfolded boi lay in the gently rocking leather sling, his Master selected from his bag a well used flogger and a second 'tool', a riding crop. He began flogging the boi, first one cheek, then the other, one leg, then the other, then a gentle swish over the privates, then a harder one. Building the boi's level of anticipation up. Letting the boi appreciate the pain, and its pleasure. After a 15 minute warm-up session with the flogger, and seeing that the boi's skin was streaked with deep pink fullness, he switched to using light to moderate strokes of the riding crop as he repeatedly plunged his large cut cock into the gaping boipussy hole. Pulling completely out with each stroke, the boi begged to be filled again and again with the Masters manhood. The Master dropped the crop and began punishing the boi's nipples, pinching, twisting and pulling on them until they were clearly red and blood gorged. With both the slave and Masters bodies and minds connected and fully excited, it was no surprise that when they climaxed it was in unison and very intense. The Master howling, the slave whimpering in joy, as the boi could feel the cock pumping out load after load into his boicunt. So much so that it felt like it was seeping up into his stomach. The boi's cock erupted on its own as the slave shuddered under the intensity of his orgasm. The Master untied and unblindfolded the boi and lead him back up into the large bedroom where together they collapsed into a deep sleep. The lust of the Master was finally consumed, if only for now.