Date: Tue, 06 Aug 2002 20:28:37 +1000
From: Rod
Subject: Sunday Morning Mass

As usual the early morning birds' chirping and singing woke me up. I saw
the clock beside me. It was 5:51 am. I turned my face to my Master sleeping
at the left hand side of me. He looked asleep. My Master always takes the
left side of whatever we do; you already know that a slave is to be on the
right side. Just like the pocket hanky color codes.

I deactivated the alarm of the clock and slowly got out of the bed trying
not to wake up my Master. I went to the kitchen and started to prepare the
first part of his breakfast -- a glassful of orange juice and some
vitamin tablets.

I went back to the bedroom. He was still asleep, lying on his side. A big
smile came to my face when I found a rigid hardon at his groin; I suspected
he was dreaming of fucking me or in need of that morning pee. I moved my
face closer to that thick 6-inches tool till I sensed the lovely manly
smell there. I inhaled the mellow male-aroma deep into my lungs. I enjoyed
that smell for a few more inhalations then started to lick the thick hardon
up gently. Shortly my Master woke up.

"Good morning, my boy," he said. And after a while, "--Good boy."

I stopped licking and smiled at him, "Good morning, my Master." I moved
upwards and kissed him.

"It's 6 am, my Master."

"OK. Thanks." He yawned.

I went to the kitchen again and started to prepare the cereal, I have been
given instructions to get cereals and milk ready. My Master is a bit
overweight but conscious of eating high fibre foods for his health. Soon I
saw my Master entering the kitchen. I hugged and kissed him then handed the
orange juice and tablets to him.

"It's very fine today, my Master," I said.

He gave a glance to the outside and said, "Yeah, very beautiful day."

I thought his hairy big body was the very one that was beautiful, but I
didn't say anything. Well, he has some fat on his body that has come
naturally with his age of 55, which is 26 years more than mine, but his
thick bone and bunch of muscle underneath the fat are keeping his body very
tight and burly. And, I just love such kind of thick body. I don't like all
muscle guys without any fat. I find men sexy and cute with layer of fat
covering their bodies on thick bones and muscle. So, his body is
perfect. Mind you, he is trying to lose weight to have more stamina and
staying power when he thrusts his precious tool into my body. It's a very
nice of him, isn't it.

As I mentioned, he is hairy. Very hairy all over!! Which makes his
complexion quite gallant and valiant -- just the way a mature male should
be! Compared to his hairy body, my body is kept smooth all over. My Master
loves smooth body and has instructed me to be free from hair below my
eyes. So, I keep my body baby smooth so that he doesn't get annoyed by any
body hair whenever he touches my skin. Being hairless especially at my
crotch makes me feel like a weak vulnerable boy who always needs his Dad's
care and protection, and it also reminds me that I am my Master's property.

Well, anyway, I just love the way he looks, both his thickness and
hairiness. I believe that mental beauty plays the most important role in a
relationship. But, partner's physical appearance is still important, to
keep one's admiration and adoration to his partner always at higher
level. Actually, nobody but my Master can attract me. My Master is the only
person who can cause my cock to react and start dripping pre-cum. That
keeps all my attentions only on my Master.

While I was admiring that his gorgeous naked body he drank up the orange
juice and said, "It's your shower time, boy."

"Yes, my Master," I replied and followed him to the bathroom.

There he opened the door of the shower recess and gestured me to get in. I
entered the shower recess and sat there facing him. My clothes? Never
mind. I have been instructed to be always naked when at home without any
visitors.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth," he said in a stern tone.

I obeyed instantly. After a short time a stream of warm fluid hit my chest
then it moved up to my face. I tried to swallow as much as possible, but
his urine was a little bit bitter so I only could swallow a few gulps.
Intensity of the stream subsided after soaking my hair. I wiped my face
with my hands and opened my eyes, where I found him looking at me with a
smile on his face. I smiled back.

"Now you take a shower. I will go to the toilet."

"Yes, Sir."

I took a short shower and dried myself. When I turned to the kitchen my
Master went into the bathroom. I had small amount of coke to refresh my
breath. Then I prepared his breakfast with hearing him taking a shower. By
the time he came out of the shower room I finished preparing his breakfast
and put it on the dining table. Then I crawled under the dining table.

My Master approached to the dining table and took his seat at the head of
the table. He moved himself forward so that I could service him much
easier. As he started having the breakfast I started to give an oral
service to his cock. His cock is so thick that I usually cannot keep
sucking on it for a long period of time. I frequently changed the service
to licking motions and by that I managed to keep servicing him until he
finished having his breakfast.

"Good boy," he patted my head with his big thick hand indicating me to stop
servicing.

I crawled out and kissed him. He stood up and headed for his notebook PC
which he turned on when he came out of the bedroom. I followed him and
crawled under the desk to service him there too. I have been instructed to
suck my Master's cock at any time to please him, so at any time and place I
will always be on my knees sucking and servicing the virile cock that I
also love to impale my hungry hole.

"OK. I better go," he said after checking his e-mail box.

I stopped servicing him and followed him to the bedroom to help him get
dressed to go to work; one of my duties in serving my Master is to bend low
and place on his socks and shoes. My Master has a habit of always tying the
shoestrings in a wrong way, so it is my task to tie his shoestrings neatly.

After all these preparations and dressing, he then at last said, "Alright,
now I will go."

"Oh... Your slave will miss you, my Master." I kissed him.

"Oh, sure, sure," he rolled his eyes and reached my sensitive nipples and
started to play with them.

"Your slave means it, my Master." I stared into his mysterious green/brown
eyes.

"Yeah, at least it does," he grabbed my swelling cock and smiled.

This slaves' worthless cock I have between my legs is only 5 inches and
very thin, not comparable to my Master's gorgeous man-tool. That fact
always reminds me I am far lower than him, too. He inspected the tip of my
tiny cock with his index finger. He smirked with showing me the wet finger.

"What's this, eh?"

"It's pre-cum, my Mas..." Before I finished replying he pushed the wet
finger into my mouth with firmly holding back of my head with another
hand. I cleaned it with my tongue.

"It obviously does, huh." He placed his hands back to my nipples and
recommenced to play with them.

"My Master..." I frowned.

He tugged me toward him by my nipples, which made my cock jump up, and
hugged me very tight.

He whispered into my ear, "I know, my boy. I know very well that you will
miss me."

That statement squeezed my heart intensely. He gave me a short kiss then
pulled himself away and headed for the entrance door. "See you later."

"Yes, Sir. Please, please take care." I said in a begging sound.

"I will, I will. Be good!" and he went out.

I shut the entrance door and locked it then walked to the window facing the
garage. I enjoy so much watching he moves, so I don't miss any chances. He
just opened the door of his station wagon when I opened the curtain wide
enough for me to peek through. He noticed me watching him and waved to me
from the driver's seat. I waved back. Then he moved his car and disappeared
from my eyes.

I headed back to the kitchen, washed dishes he used and started to prepare
my breakfast...





Well, this is almost the routine of the life of my Master and me in the
mornings. On Saturdays we get up later than that, and on Sundays a
different routine happens.

It was another beautiful Sunday morning. I woke up from the feeling of my
Master's movements. I turned over facing him. He was lying on his side
facing me. He opened his left eye then closed it again.

"Morning, boy," he murmured.

"Good morning, my Master," I kissed him.

"What time is it now?"

"Well," I checked the clock, "It's 7:30, Sir."

"OK. Breakfast."

"Yes, my Master."

I got out of the bed and headed for the kitchen. Soon he came to the
kitchen too and I passed a glass of orange juice and some tablets to him. I
kneeled down and started to lick his balls without any special instructions
or reasons. Well, there was a reason, of course. It was `to please my
Master.'

As his lover and as his slave, pleasing my Master gives superb mental
pleasures to me. This is what I live for...to serve and please him, to
offer my body for him to use as he wishes. I have been instructed to do
these things and because I desire to do it voluntarily I don't have to be
ordered to do these things all the time. We both know that doing these
things clearly shows my love to him, my admiration to him and my obedience
to him. Thus I do try to do these things as often as possible, whenever a
will to please him arose in my mind. I am sure he enjoys receiving these
activities from me. Well, the fact that he has never rejected these
services is obviously telling me he loves it.

To tell the truth, I want him to be more selfish and arrogant to enforce me
to do these things, especially to please him sexually. Obeying and
immediately following such kind of orders given by my Master makes me feel
secure because I can feel his strong domination and control over me. Of
course, he sometimes orders me to do these things, not that often,
though. And in very rare occasions he enforces me to do these things not by
stating any vocal orders but by using his massive physical strength,
usually gently but quite mercilessly when he is angry with me. Seeing his
weight twice as heavy as mine and with thick muscles all over his body, it
is as easy as pie for him to take over me and strangle me.

"Good boy. Very good," he patted my head with his right hand after drinking
up the orange juice.

Then he went to the toilet. I prepared cereal, and then waited for him
under the table as usual.

He came back from the toilet and sat on the chair. I approached to his
genitals and started an oral service.

One minute later he patted my head and said, "Stay there."

He stood up, went away and came back. He threw the collar with chain on the
floor. "Put it on."

He started to eat his breakfast again, holding the end of the chain in his
left hand. I put the collar on around my neck and recommenced the oral
service. In 5 minutes or so he finished having cereal and tugged the chain.

"OK, my boy. It's time for this week's Mass." That statement instantly made
my heart to pound.

He stood up and headed for the main living room. Being tugged by the chain
connected to the collar, I followed him. There he passed me two sheets of
paper on which the Slave's Credo was written. This Slave's Credo is a list
of rules and orders to be followed by a slave promising that the slave
gives up all his right to his Master and goes under his Master's control
for his life. It is based on the one shown in a web page we found and we
have modified it to suit our preferences, our life style and our
relationship.  We have been making changes and alterations until now
because we are getting more mature in our relationship, but the basic
context is perfectly the same as the first issue.

"Bend over, put your head under my crotch and hold my thighs," standing
with his legs wide apart holding a paddle in his right hand, he ordered
me. When I did as instructed, he closed his legs a little bit to hold my
neck tight with his inner thighs. I could feel his balls resting on my
upper back. "Now, commence to read it," his strict voice came.

"Yes, my Master. This slave boy willingly and unconditionally submits his
body, mind and soul to his Master, for he is his Master's slave."

SLAP! A sharp sting arose on my right ass.

"This slave boy's very thoughts will be only to love and serve his Master
and to make his Master proud of him, for he is his Master's slave."

SPANK! Another one on my left ass.

This procedure was carried out for another 20 lines and we finally arrived
at the last sentence, something like repeating the first sentence.

"This Slave's Credo is totally and completely understood by this slave boy
and he willingly submits his body, mind and soul to his Master."

SPANK!

By then my butt was hurting like on fire so I had to grit my teeth to bear
the pain. It was really a thing to receive such severe pain but I was
completely satisfied by that, too. This procedure is done in order to keep
my attitude in line and to assure that my Master accepts me as his slave.
This time he chose that position, but this is not the usual position for us
to carry out this procedure. Usually he only stands dictatorially holding
the chain while I read up the Slave's Credo kneeling in front of him. In
some occasions he orders me to carry out in some other positions so that he
can spank my ass as a sign of acceptance, like he did this morning. One day
he lay on the bed on his back and ordered me to be on all fours doggy style
over him for this procedure. There he ordered me to suck his cock to gag
myself after reading every sentence, so that he could spank my ass very
hard without being annoyed by me yelling out. As I could not grit my teeth
to bear the pain with his thick cock in my mouth, the terrible pain took
over me for longer period of time than usual. I am sure that was his
another intention when he chose that position.

Well, anyway this procedure is something like swearing an oath, my mental
commitment to my Master and his mental acceptance of me. Now, of course,
physical one must follow. Sacrificing.

"Go to bedroom and lie on your back," he ordered.

"Yes, my Master."

I received the end of the chain from him and headed for the bedroom. As I
was waiting lying on the bed, he entered the bedroom with a hood and some
ropes in his hands. He put the hood on my head. My eyes were blindfolded. I
was pulled downwards to the bottom edge of the bed, till my hip hanging out
of the bed. There I felt he tied my wrists and waist with the ropes.

"Now try to move your body."

I tried but I couldn't move at all, except my legs. "I can't move myself at
all, my Master."

"Good. ...Now, you know what will happen."

"Yes, my Master." I nodded.

"It will hurt, but it's a must. Are you ready?"

"Yes, my Master," I nodded again. "Please take me, Sir."

"Good boy." He kissed me, and then he placed a gag into my mouth. My heart
was pounding so fast.

"Legs up," he ordered me shortly later. I obeyed his words and I felt him
holding my ankles with his hands. He moved his hands forward until my
asshole got at the right height for him. Well, that is the position he
likes the best. With him standing on the floor behind me lying on the bed,
it is easier for him to access to my asshole and also is easier for him to
keep pounding me. Then, I felt something touching the hairless crack of my
ass. I was quite sure it was his thick cock. After seeking the destination
for a while, he found the way to go. He tried to enter, but wasn't
immediately going inside my tight hole. Many trials were done, it was like
he was teasing me and building up the desire, intensity or even
apprehension... Eventually he did just what was needed, to push the tip of
his glans into my unprepared hole. My hole was already hurting a little
bit, but it was not uncomfortable at that time.

"Take a deep breath."

I obeyed, and when I started to exhale he shoved his cock up to my ass all
the way in one move.

"Gmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh!"

The shock was so intense. The pain was unbelievably superb. Since he was
holding my ankles so tight not allowing me to move my legs at all, I could
do nothing but groan into the gag to try to relieve the terrible pain. But
the intense physical pain automatically gave me an intense mental pleasure
at the same time; I felt like I was going to heaven, this is what I need to
tell me where I belong and where I get my own satisfaction.

Without caring my reactions he started to pound my ass straight away.
Pulling out almost all, then pushing in all the way. His not only thick but
also very rigid cock was screwing up my bowel giving me another pain, dull
but quite intense, in addition to the harsh pain from my asshole. No mercy,
no compassion. He was not even thinking of giving me sexual pleasures. He
was just using his thick tool to give me pain. I can tell he is very good
at it. Since he sparingly lubricated his thick cock, plunges with small
amount of lubrication were making the pain more intense, I thought. My
asshole may be even ripped. But I didn't care. Actually, I couldn't. I was
all tied up, so I could do nothing but accept the reality that was going
on.

All my senses were being focused on the tenderest part of my body, where
his cock was cruelly brutalizing, continuously giving me both dull and
sharp pain. Pain looked like the only connection to the world for me. And I
knew that was correct -- my Master is the only world for me. I was just
crying into the gag yet these tears were not only for the unbearable pain
but also for the ultimate pleasures I was receiving. No doubt, I was
happy. Absolutely.

He kept his merciless thrusts steadily. I didn't know how long it took, but
eventually his breath got louder and his thrusts got faster. After a while
he groaned and just then I felt spasm stroke through his body for several
times. He stopped moving trying to take his breath. I also tried to take my
breath.

He waited there till his erection subsided, and then he took his cock out
from my sore hole. He slowly put my legs down. He climbed onto the bed and
sat on my chest. He removed the gag from the hood then raised my head by
firmly holding the both sides of my head with his strong hands.

"Open your mouth wide."

As I did he shoved his now flaccid cock into my mouth. I sucked on it and
used all my tongue ability to clean that priceless member of him. Thank God
I didn't feel any iron taste. So my hole was not bleeding. After making
sure his cock was now clean, he climbed down the bed, untied me and removed
the hood from my head. He also removed the chain from the collar around my
neck. I assumed that the collar would be kept worn around my neck all day
long. I found I was correct afterward. He gently rolled me over to the
right hand side then lay down next to me. There he hugged me with his all
strength, and kissed my eyes to wipe tears off.

"Thank you very much, my Master," I said, knowing he accepted me
again. "Your slave loves you so much."

"I love you too very much, my slave boy." He patted my tingling right
asscheek, on where our symbol is tattooed to show his ownership over
me. Then he kissed me passionately and hugged me tight.

The pain from my ass and asshole was still intense, but I was very happy
with it. The pain was the real evidence of him having accepted me and me
having received his domination. I knew the way he carried out this
sacrificing procedure so quickly was the fastest way for me to be released
from the sheer pain. So, it looks quite selfish of him relieving his sexual
urge, but at the same time it is his way of showing his love and caring to
me. Also, doing it without caring my feelings naturally shows me his mental
strength to keep his words -- the way a Master should be. You must
understand, doing these things is harder for the person who carries out
than for the person who receives it, because a massive mental strength is
required to do these things on to the beloved partner. With knowing all
these, I told him I loved him so much. And I am quite sure that he also
knew everything.

Being satisfied with such kind of immense pleasures in my mind, I kept
hugging him tight...

This is the Mass we go through on Sunday mornings. Swearing an oath, and
then sacrificing myself to the God -- my Master. By doing the Mass
session on every Sunday morning, he can keep me in line to fit his taste
and we both can feel a firm connection between us.

Our relationship is strongly motivated by the ideas of Master/slave
relationship and Dominant/submissive relationship. But our relationship is
also a mixture of being a servant, butler, slave, submissive, bottom or
even a Daddy/son relationship.