Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 14:04:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Apartment

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The Apartment -

I was on vacation in Hawaii, but had rented a room in a high rise condo in
Waikiki.  I had a whole week to spend just relaxing and lounging around in
the sun.  I had no specific plans and no one to make me do anything I
didn't want to do.

I work my ass off.  I guess you would say I am a workoholic.  When I am not
at work, my family and friends seem to be constantly trying to plan my free
time.  My parents are trying to do some matchmaking, and my friends just
want me to "have a life," so they all want me to go there, meet this
person, come here for drinks, etc.

So I was looking forward to being a beach bum and just relaxing and soaking
up the sun.

I arrived a little after noon, local time, which was about dinner time at
home.  I dropped my duffle bag on the bed and went to check out the
apartment.  It was nice, and clean.  The condos were highly recommended for
short term rentals.  You could place an order for the supplies to be
stocked in the place, so you didn't have to run around shopping.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened the curtains to the lanai
(balcony) off of the living room.  Of course, my room looked right into
another apartment building across the street.  I figured if I stood on the
lanai, and craned my neck way to the left I would be able to catch a
glimpse of the ocean.

But what caught my attention, was the apartment directly across from mine.
The curtains were open in every window, including the huge sliding glass
window.  A man was standing in his bathroom taking a leak in the toilet.  I
laughed to myself and thought that things must be very casual here in
Hawaii for him not to either close the curtains or the door when he used
the bathroom.

He shook his dick when he finished and flushed the toilet.  Then he walked
out to the living room and sat down in an arm chair that faced my
apartment.  I ducked behind the curtain, because I didn't want him getting
embarrassed because someone was seeing him naked.

He picked up a phone, listened, nodded his head as he answered, and then
quickly put down the phone.  He took up a remote and must have turned on
the TV, as I could see the flicker of the screen illuminating him.

He spread his legs wide and began to fondle himself.  Soon he was hard and
slowly stroking his dick that pointed at the ceiling.  It wasn't huge, but
probably 6 inches or so.

Now, I am not a prude or anything, but seeing a guy just sitting naked and
jerking off in a seemingly public location, bothered me.  My sex life was
never anything to brag about; well, honestly, not much to talk about,
period.  I had hooked up with girls in college twice I think, and the rest
of the time had been me and mother thumb and her four sisters.  After
college, I started my job, and it seemed to occupy all my time.  I would
surf porn on the computer about once a week and jerk off to the images and
the fantasies in my head.

But here was some guy just going at it as if he didn't care if anyone was
watching him or not.  The idea of jerking off in such a public setting made
me wonder what it would be like.  I knew I would be embarrassed.  I had
only been naked in front of two women, and then it had been a fumbling
affair of getting out of my jeans and into bed and into her.  So it wasn't
like I had just stripped down while she watched, much less jerked off for
her.

I had been naked in showers at the gym, of course, and seen plenty of naked
guys, but not a guy with a hard on in real life.  I mean, I had seen them
in the porn vids and such, but they always looked so posed, professional
and confident, like they did it all the time.  But never a guy in the
flesh, so to speak, sporting a rod.  And here was a guy sitting less than a
hundred feet from me, naked, and stroking his dick.

I guess the whole exhibitionist aspect of it got me turned on, because it
wouldn't be the fact that a man was jerking off.  But I had a bulge in my
shorts that I was squeezing as I watched the man stroking.

He alternated hands and used the off hand to massage his balls.  I noticed
then that he didn't have any hair in his crotch.  I wondered why he shaved
his crotch.  Again, I had seen this in porn movies, but it seemed to be
emasculating rather than more masculine.

He stopped and opened the end table next to his chair.  Then he reached in
and brought out something pink, and a bottle of something.  When he finally
held it still, I realized that it was a dildo!  A good sized man's dick
with a pair of low hanging balls!

The bottle must have been lube, because he smeared some of the contents all
over the head of the dildo.  He scooted forward then and positioned the
head of the dick near his hole.  He really wasn't going to stick that in
him, I thought.  No guy would stick anything up his ass!

But he worked the head in and, by the expression on his face, it was
painful, as he pushed it up and completely into his hole.  At this point, I
was mesmerized.  I hadn't ever thought of a man doing that.  He rested,
once it was in, for a bit, but then began to slowly pull it out and then
push it back in.  He was fucking himself with it!

He went back to stroking with his other hand.  I guess it was the
reflection of the light, but I saw that there was what must be precum
coming out of the tip of his dick.  It was exciting him!

The look on his face said he was experiencing pleasure from the process.
He turned around until he was kneeling on the chair with his ass pointing
out the window, and continued to work away on his ass, as if he knew he was
being watched.

I had backed around the curtain and only had my eyes sticking out, so I
didn't think he could see me.  He was really pumping it in and out of his
ass.  I felt my ass clinched tight at the thought of something in there,
and wondered what he was experiencing that made it seem so pleasurable to
him.

He kept this up for a while, and then moved to sit on the floor.  Now he
was raising and lowering himself onto the dildo.  He must really have it
pushed deep inside when he sat down completely on the floor!  His feet were
planted back near where his ass hit the floor, and he used one hand to help
raise himself up.  The other hand was a blur on his dick.

Then he lay down on the floor so that he was perpendicular to me and went
to work on pounding his cock.  The dildo had to be wedged deep in him as he
pumped away.

His whole body tensed and his muscle definition stood out, and I realized
then what a solid athletic body he had.  He began to thrash his head from
side to side and then he raised his ass off of the floor and began pumping
rope after rope of cum out of his cock.

It flew up towards his face and across his chest and stomach.  After the
fifth or sixth blast, he sank back to the floor and released his slick
dick.  Without looking, he wiped up the cum from his stomach and chest and
brought his fingers to his mouth.  He was eating his own cum, and licking
his fingers clean!  He repeated the process a couple of times until he had
cleaned it all up.  I couldn't believe that a guy would eat his own cum.

I had seen, on porn movies, how most of the time the women spit the cum out
as if it was some disgusting substance, and here was a guy licking it all
up!

He rolled on his side with his back towards me and pulled the dildo out of
his ass.  It seemed even larger now, and I wondered how he could
accommodate such a thing.

It was then that I realized I had cum as well.  I had been squeezing my
dick through my shorts the whole time!  And now I had a wad of cum in my
shorts!  What the fuck was up with me?

The guy got up and went to the bathroom.  He washed the dildo and took
another leak.  When he was finished, he put away everything in the drawer
and went into his kitchen.

I went and unpacked.  Then I stripped out of my shorts, and decided I
needed a shower.  After the hot shower, I laid down on my bed and was soon
fast asleep.

My dreams were filled with naked men jerking off.  They would walk up to me
stroking their dicks and asking me if I liked what I saw.  I was lying on
the beach and the guys kept coming up to me and pointing their dicks at me.
They kept stroking as they stood over me until they all began to shoot cum
on me at the same time.

I woke up then, sweating, and with a hard on.  I shook my head, got up, and
took another shower.  After I had dried and put on some clean shorts, sans
my briefs, I walked out to the living room and saw that it was now after
dark.  I looked out my window and into the man's apartment across the way.
He had all of his lights on and I had none on.  He was sitting in the chair
and seemed to be eating.  That made my stomach growl, so I went into the
kitchen, grabbed some chips and a beer, and went back out to the living
room.

I was fairly sure that he couldn't see me in my dark apartment, but I had a
clear view of everything in his.  He took the final slug out of his beer
bottle and the final bite of whatever he was eating.  He got up to take
back the plate and bottle to the kitchen.  The setup was such that I could
see completely into his kitchen.

I scanned his apartment and realized I could see every room in his place
from where I was sitting.  The bedroom had a large sliding door on it and,
with the curtains pulled back and the lights on, I could see his bed,
closet, and into the bathroom across the hall.

He reached for his phone again, and again nodded as he answered the phone
and spoke to whomever was on the line.  He finished the call and then went
around straightening up everything.

When he had been through every room, he went to his front door, knelt down
beside it, opened it, and then let it close almost all the way.  He put his
hands behind his head and stayed there.  I could see the taut muscles in
his ass tense as he sat there, and the wide breadth of his shoulders.

I had't noticed before that his hair was very short on his head.  I
wondered if he had any hair in his arm pits, since he didn't have any pubic
hair.  I hadn't noticed before.

He stayed in this position for several minutes, until the door opened wide.
He knelt there, completely exposed to whomever had opened the door, and
probably anyone else who might be in the hallway.

The door stayed opened for at least a minute, maybe more, before a man
stepped into the apartment, kept the door open a while longer, and then
finally closed the door.

The man was dressed casually in jeans, and a t-shirt and flip flops.  He
was dark, as if he had spent a great deal of time in the sun, and he had a
dark beard that covered the bottom half of his face, but it wasn't long.
It was neatly trimmed, and probably a half an inch long.

Once inside, with the door closed, the man said something to the naked man.
NM (Naked man) stood up and CM (Clothed man) yelled something at him.  I
could see the spray of spittle as he spoke.  NM kept his head bowed and his
arms behind his head.

CM lead NM out into the living room to right in front of the sliding glass
doors.  CM had NM's back to the window and he began to inspect NM.  He ran
his hands all over NM's head, neck, arms, and back.  NM bent over and held
his ass cheeks apart so CM could look at his hole.  I couldn't imagine how
embarrassing this had to be for NM.

CM stuck a finger into NM's hole and twisted it around.  He pulled it out,
said something, and NM turned around, still with his hands behind his head.
CM stuck the finger into NM's mouth.  The finger that had been up his ass
was now in his mouth!  Really? And he sucked on it!

CM removed his finger from NM's mouth and wiped his finger through NM's
hair, or across his head, I should say.

Then he reached down and grabbed one of NM's nipples, and squeezed.  From
the expression on NM's face, he was exerting a lot of pressure.  CM just
smiled, and squeezed some more.  Then he moved to the other one and
repeated the process.

His hand moved down NM's chest and stomach.  It was then that I realized NM
was hard and it was pointing to the ceiling.  He was turned on by this
abuse!

CM took hold of NM's balls and enclosed them in his hand.  NM raised up on
his toes, so I had to assume that CM was applying pressure to NM's balls.
He kept it up, until tears began to run down NM's face and NM's dick had
deflated.  CM patted NM on the head, like a dog, and said something to him.

NM left and quickly returned with something he handed to CM.  NM returned
to his position facing the window, with his legs spread wide and his hands
behind his head.

CM held out his arm and I saw that there were clippers in his hand.  He
proceeded to use them all over NM's body.  I felt that NM had tears running
down his face as this was done.

CM had NM turn around and spread his ass cheeks and he shaved in there as
well.  CM then used shaving cream and a razor and repeated the process.
Some words were exchanged when CM was finished, and it seemed CM was
shouting.  NM took all the shaving stuff away and returned with a belt.

He bent over, with his ass pointing out of the window and holding onto the
arm of the sofa.  CM took the belt and laid into NM's ass.  I could see the
welts appear and the whole ass turning red.  At the end, CM made NM spread
his legs wide apart and let the belt smack NM's balls.  NM fell to his
knees clutching his balls.

CM shouted at NM again, and NM crawled to his knees and then to his feet.
He planted his hands shoulder width apart on the window, bent at the waist,
and spread his legs.

CM walked up behind him, unzipped, and rammed what must have been a large
hard dick into his ass as NM was forced towards the window and his face
twisted in pain.  CM proceeded to pound NM's ass, fucking him very roughly,
until NM came on the window and CM pushed deep inside NM's ass.

When he finished, he backed away from NM, and NM had to kneel and lick his
cum from the window.  Tears were streaming down NM's face as he did this.

CM left then and NM went about cleaning up, and then took a shower. After
the shower, he dried in front of the bedroom window and applied some kind
of salve or lotion to his ass.

When he had finished this, he got into bed and lay on his back without
pulling up the covers, leaving his naked body in complete view out the
window.  I watched him until I got so drowsy, I had to head off to bed.

The next morning I woke with a hard on, and vowed I would not look out the
window this morning.  I showered, grabbed something to eat, and then headed
out.  I was wearing shorts, and a button up light weight shirt . . .  that
I didn't button, and some sandals.  I put on sunglasses and a hat, and
headed out to explore the area.

I found the beach and walked along it for a bit, and found myself looking
at the guys laying on towels on the beach.  Some were in board shorts, but
some were in speedos.  These seemed to be the minimum amount needed to
cover their crotch.  And some left little to the imagination of what they
restrained . . . they were so thin.  I could clearly see outlines of dicks
and balls.

I noticed one guy who had a hat over his face, and he was lying on his
back, spread eagled, and his speedo showed off a massive boner.  It pointed
off to the side of his suit.  I couldn't believe how brazen he was to be so
exposed in public.  It just brought back images of NM to my mind.

I went into a beach restroom to find a toilet stall where I could jerk off,
because I was getting so turned on.  But what I found were several stall
doors open, with guys sitting on the toilet, suits around their ankles,
stroking their dicks for all the world to see!

I quickly backed out and headed back towards my condo, stopping at a quick
stop to pickup some snacks and such.  While I was in there, I spotted
binoculars.  I knew I shouldn't, but I bought them, and then almost ran
back to my apartment.

Once there, I put away the snacks, and opened the curtains in the living
room just enough that I could see across the way.

NM was sitting in his living room, curtains wide open, in the chair facing
the windows, leg's spread wide and stroking his cock.  I brought the
binoculars up and couldn't believe how close he appeared.  I could now even
see the veins on his dick as he squeezed it while he stroked.  He played
with his balls with one hand while he stroked with the other.  I couldn't
tell if he was looking at something or just staring off into the distance
as he stroked.

He obviously got close to cumming when he stopped.  He gripped his balls
tightly and popped them with a flick of his finger from the other hand.  It
must have hurt, because his dick deflated and his face showed a grimace.

After a few minutes, he began the whole process again and continued until
he almost came, and again flicked his balls.  Over the course of an hour,
he did this 8 or 9 times.  He now had a sheen of sweat all over his body.

I had studied his body and noticed the complete absence of hair, except for
the extremely short cut on his head.  He had a nipple ring in his right
nipple; he seemed almost blemish free, though I saw one mole on the left
shoulder.

The binoculars had given me a very detailed image of him.  I had removed my
shorts, shirt, and sandals, and sat naked in the chair in the living room,
slowly playing with my own hard on.

He received a phone call, nodded, and responded.  When he hung up, he went
and got some things and brought them back to the living room.  Now he got
down on all fours on the sofa, with his ass pointing towards me.  I could
see the welts from last nights beating.  The ass wasn't as red, nor were
the welts as bad as last night.  I also noticed a tattoo on his right butt
cheek of the letters MB.  I wondered what that meant.

He lubed up a dildo and forced it into his ass.  Then he proceeded to fuck
himself with it while stroking himself with the other hand, his head buried
in the sofa.  Again, he would reach a point where he would release the
thing in his ass and grab his balls and flick them.  Then he would start
the process over.

Some time in there, I came.  I didn't have the nerve or the desire to flick
my own balls to keep from cumming.  I hadn't bothered getting anything to
catch it, and it had just shot over the carpet and along my legs.  I
absently wiped up some and tasted it.  After having seen NM lick up his own
cum, I wondered what it would taste like.  It wasn't as bad as I had
imagined!

I was going to have to get some lube if I was going to keep stroking all
day like this.  I got a thought, and went into the kitchen and got a little
dish of olive oil.  Then I took it and set it on the side table next to my
chair; I would use it as my lube.

I went back and grabbed something to eat, because I realized it was already
noon.

After a bit, NM received a phone call. He listened, nodded as he replied,
got a strange look on his face, nodded, and replied.  He listened a bit
longer, responded, and put down the phone.

He got up from the couch and put away the dildo and lube.  Then he grabbed
a quick bite, while standing in his kitchen, of some carrots, celery,
strawberries, and apple wedges.  He washed it all down with water.

Next, he went through the apartment and straightened everything up, not
that much was out of place. He made sure the bed looked freshly made, and
the bathroom towels were hanging at the same length.

He went to the door, opened it, let it close almost all the way, then knelt
down beside the door.  He waited like this for at least 5 minutes.
Finally, the door opened and 3 men walked in.  They were dressed in jeans
and black t-shirts.  Obviously, they told him to stand, as NM stood with
his hands behind his head in the open doorway for at least a minute while
two of the men moved in and walked around the apartment.  Someone walked by
in the hallway, and still NM stood there.

Finally, the door was released and closed. The man said something and NM
opened his mouth.  The man spit a fat wad of saliva into NM's mouth.  NM
closed his mouth and you could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed the
man's spit.

The guy grabbed NM's balls and pulled him into the living room.  There the
three men lined up facing the window with NM kneeling in front of them.
They all pulled out their cocks and, one at a time, NM drank down their
piss.  Each man was uncut, and after he finished pissing, NM took the guy's
dick into his mouth and licked it clean.

After he finished drinking the piss, he began sucking on each until they
were hard.  Once hard, one man laid down on the floor and NM went over and
lowered himself onto the guy's hard dick.  He bent all the way forward,
lying on the man's chest as another man moved up behind him, and forced his
dick into NM's hole.  He now had two cocks in his ass!

The third man fed his cock to NM's mouth.  Then the movement began, as the
two men fucked him, and he sucked off the third man.

My location allowed me to see the two dicks sliding in and out of NM's
hole.  I was rock hard and stroking; I couldn't imagine a man taking two
dicks up his ass like that.  Somehow it was turning me on.

The fucking went on for a long time, and it seemed the men would never cum.
But when they did, it seemed they all came at once.  The guy getting sucked
let some of his spunk cover NM's face.  The other two guys obviously came
in NM's ass.

When they had separated from NM's ass, NM turned over on his back.  One of
the men placed a glass cup at NM's ass and collected all the cum draining
out it it.  This was poured into NM's open mouth, while NM began to pound
his dick.

One of the men used his boot to kick NM's hand away.  Then he used the boot
to mash down on NM's dick, and then down across his balls.

When he finished punishing NM's cock and balls, another man moved over and
began tapping NM's balls with the toe of his boot.  This continued on until
NM was writhing on the floor.

The third guy reached down and grabbed NM's now soft cock and his balls,
and stretched them as far down as he could between NM's wide spread legs.
He held them that way while the second planted the sole of his boot over
all of it.

Then with a wicked smiled, he began applying pressure to the combination.
These seemed to go on for minutes, until NM was once again thrashing on the
floor.  I never saw his mouth open, but his pain was obvious.

With a lot of laughter, they removed the boot and pulled him up.  Then they
walked NM up towards the windows.  One of them pulled a set of leather
cuffs, linked by a short chain, out of the drawer of the side table.  NM
held his hands over his head as the cuffs were applied.  Then the chain was
hooked over a hook in the ceiling.  NM had to stand on his tip toes when
his hands were restrained this way.

A belt was produced and each man laid a solid whack across NM's ass.  Tears
streamed down NM's face as he hung there.  The men were laughing as they
laid down the belt and then left the apartment.

NM remained dangling from the ceiling for over an hour.  Meantime, I was
running through my brain why this was such a turn on for me, and why I was
spending my vacation inside my condo watching the guy across the way
getting sexually abused.

I had never thought about gay sex, or anything about bondage, but this was
definitely turning me on.  And the fact that a naked man jerking off would
turn me on was hard to digest.  I thought maybe it was the exhibitionism of
it.  The guy was being used and abused in public view of anyone that could
see in his window. And when no one was there, he was constantly edging
himself, as if he was following orders.

Finally, CM arrived, and let NM down.  NM collapsed to the floor and I
could see his muscles bunching and cramping from the long held position.
CM said something and NM climbed to his feet and walked around the room
until he could stand without shaking.  CM sent NM in to get a shower.

While NM was showering, CM brought a large white board and held it up to
the window.  It had written in large bold letters, "You, across the way,
call 808-555-1234."

I blushed and ran from the room.  How did he know I was over here watching?
Or was there someone above or below me watching.

I crawled back into the living room to peep out the window.  A new message
was sitting in the window.  "He will be beaten until you call." I looked up
and NM was bent over the arm of the sofa and CM was pounding his ass with
the belt.

I ravaged through the place to find my cell phone.  I had to try the number
twice, my hands were shaking. It was answered almost immediately.  "Took
your time," a deep masculine voice said.

"I had to find my phone," I stammered.

"You will address me as, sir," he said, in a voice that broached no
backtalk.

"Yes, Sir," I said meekly.

"You want to use my boy, don't you?" he asked, and I heard a smile in his
voice.

"I, ah, I mean, I ah, I don't, I mean," and he laughed.

"You forgot to address me as Sir. You've been sitting over there since you
got here, jerking off over his body. " How did he know that?

"Haven't you?" he insisted.

"I, ah, I mean, ..." I didn't know how to respond, but remembered to add,
"Sir."

"Okay, here's the deal.  The apartment number here is 1624.  I am going to
put the boy standing in the doorway in his position with the door wide
open. It will stay that way until you enter the room.  Once you are in the
room, you can do whatever you want with the boy, and he will do whatever
you tell him to do, no matter what."  He paused to let that sink in.

"I will give him permission to answer any questions you ask, but he is not
to refuse to do anything.  If you do not use him, he will be punished for
not pleasing you.  If you try to take him from the apartment, he will be
caught and punished.  If you attempt to call anyone, I will know about it
and block the call, and he will be punished."  ‘What the fuck,' I
thought.

"And finally, if you do not come over within an hour, the boy will have
been standing naked in the doorway all that time and I will return and
punish him."  I could sense the box he was putting me into.

If I did nothing, the boy would be punished.  I couldn't do anything to
help the boy, or he would be punished.  I had to use him or he would be
punished.  "Your time starts now," he said and then hung up.  I watched as
he took NM to the door and then propped it open.  He waived at me and then
left.

I ran around trying to find my shorts and a t-shirt.  I put them on and
then ran out of the condo, across the street, and to the elevator.  I got
in, punched the 16th floor.  Two other people got in the elevator . . .
one pressed 14, and the other also pushed the button for the 16th floor.

The guy that did this was about 30 or a little less, with dark hair and a
tan.  He wore sandals, board shorts, and an open shirt.  Would he be
walking down the hall past apartment 1624?

We stopped at 14, and the person got off.  The doors closed and we rode
onto 16.  The doors opened, and the man gestured for me to go first.  I saw
the sign, and saw that 24 was to my left.  I started off that way and the
man followed me.

As I walked towards the apartment, I could see the one with the open door,
because of the light entering the hallway at that point.  My heart was
pounding.  I had never done anything like this before.  What was I going to
do? What was I going to say?

Finally, I got to the door, and there he stood . . . the shaved boy.  No
expression on his face, as he stood there with his hands intertwined behind
his head.  His hairless armpits were on display this way, and his cock was
at least semi-hard.

As I stood there, the man from the elevator passed us and I blushed and
heard him chuckling as he walked on.  I moved into the apartment and closed
the door, pushing the man out of the way.  He stood there with his hands
behind his head.

"Relax," I said, and he lowered his arms.  He stood while I examined him.
I found myself staring at him and getting turned on by his lack of modesty
as I openly examined him.

I blushed as I realized what I was doing.  "What is your name?" I asked.

"I am called, `boy,' Sir," he said.

"No, what is your real name?" I asked.

"My name is boy, Sir."

"You never had another name?" I asked, wondering how long he had been in
this situation.

"Before I became a boy, I was called something else, but I am not allowed
to use that word any longer."

I stood there looking at him to see if he was being real.  My glance went
down his body again.  He kept looking at me like there was something he
wanted to say.

"What is it?" I said.  I couldn't bring myself to say `boy.’

"You can touch me, if you want," he said, and then added, "You can do
whatever you want with me." That last part didn't seem to be said with the
same timbre of voice as the first part."

"I've never been with a man," I said, and then blushed.  He didn't say
anything, and I realized that I hadn't asked a question.

"Let's go sit down," I said, and walked into the living room.  I couldn't
help but notice the windows in the apartments in my condo building that
faced this apartment.  I looked for curtains to close but there were none.

I sat in the chair, and had to tell him to sit on the sofa before he would
sit.  "Do you have some clothes to put on?" I asked.

"I have no clothes.  I am not allowed to wear clothes," he said, without
any sense of concern or modesty on his part.

"What do you wear when you leave the apartment?" I asked, leaning towards
him and letting my eyes wander over his body.

"I don't leave it very often, but when I do, I am either naked, or in a
jock that is brought for the occasion, or a sort of loin cloth that barely
covers my crotch and nothing else."

"And you walk outside, down the street this way?" I said, and felt my dick
throb in my shorts.

"If my master wants me to," he said.

"What does the tattoo on your butt mean?" I asked changing the subject.

"It means, "Master's boy'," he said with a sense of pride.

"Why are you his boy?" I asked.

"I wanted to be his boy," he said.

"But why?" I said, not understanding why anyone would want to be treated
this way.

He proceeded to tell me about coming to Hawaii to go to college.  He was
not doing well in school; he discovered he was gay, or admitted to himself
that he was gay.  He started frequenting the bathrooms and giving blow jobs
through the holes in the stalls.

He progressed until he was going to frat houses to be the entertainment for
one of their beer parties.  He said that he was fucked by so many of the
brothers that he lost count, and the number of loads he swallowed was mind
boggling.

One of the brothers gave his number to a friend, who used him, and then
passed his number along to another man.  That man was the man who turned
out to be his master.  He brought the boy to a party that was heavy into
bondage and all.  The boy loved it, and asked the man if he could have
more.  The master pushed him and tested him until he sat the boy down and
asked him if he wanted to become his boy.

The boy said `yes,’ and signed the documents the man provided.
These documents gave the master total control and power over the boy.  The
boy had been living here ever since, and providing Master whatever services
he wanted.

"But I have seen you crying, at times," I said, and he didn't respond.

So I tried again. "If you are crying, doesn't that mean you want to leave?"

"No," he said.

"Please explain," I said.

"Sometimes I cry because I know that is what makes Master happy; but
sometimes I cry because it really does hurt.  But it turns me on, and it
makes Master happy."  His dick was swelling as he talked about his Master.

"And do you like being on display like this?" I spread my hands, indicating
the openness and the windows and everything.

"It is what my master wants.  He wants that I have absolutely no privacy.
I have learned that I like it, and it makes him horny, so it makes me
horny."

I sat there looking at him, and my dick was twitching in my pants.  I
wanted to touch him, I wanted to explore him, I wanted to taste his cock, I
wanted to fuck his ass.

He just sat there, content to wait for instructions.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Whatever pleases you," he said with a smile.  I blushed at his directness.

I stammered trying to say something.  I shook my head and tried again.  "As
I said, I have never been with a man."  I blushed again and continued on.
"I would like to explore your body and touch it, and taste it and ..." I
let it trail off.

He leaned back like I could get started whenever.  "Let's go to the
bedroom," I said.

He got up and walked to the bedroom, after waiting for me to stand and lead
the way.  In the bedroom, he stood until I instructed him to lay down on
the bed.  I was conscious of the open windows as I lay down beside him.

He lay back on his back and spread his legs and arms away from his body, so
I could have total access to him.  I began at his neck and touched, looked,
and tasted my way along his body.  I left his crotch alone for the moment,
and continued my explorations.

By the time I reached his feet, I realized I was totally boned up, and
reached to adjust myself.  I had him roll over, and I started at his feet
and worked my way up.  I spent some time around his ass, spreading his
cheeks apart,and examining his hole.

I had seen him rimming a guy and wondered what he tasted like.  I stuck out
my tongue and tasted him.  His recent shower had removed any residual from
the previous three men, and there was a slight muskiness to him.

I moved up his back, and then had him turn over.  He was rock hard now, and
I wanted to taste his cock.  I started fumbling with my clothes, and he
moved to help me, so that, in minutes I lay naked beside him, and I took
his cock in hand and began to explore it.

I licked and tasted and wondered what I was doing. Then I was just overcome
by sex, and wanted it, and wanted it now.  I sucked him for a bit, and then
murmured, "I want to fuck you."

He turned around and sucked my cock, then got out a bottle of lube.  He
liberally coated my dick, and then lay on his back with his legs raised as
far as they would go up, exposing his hole for me.

I poised my dick at his hole and looked at him.  He just nodded, I guess
understanding that I was asking permission, sort of, since I had already
stated my desire.

I slowly began pushing myself into him.  I felt his hands reach down and
take my hips to pull me in.  Then I lost it, it felt so good, and I wanted
more of it,and I wanted to cum!  I began pounding his ass harder than I
ever had with a woman, and it felt so much better!

I realized I had my eyes closed, so I opened them and stared into his
beautiful, bright, blue eyes!  He was smiling; he was enjoying this!  I
redoubled my effort, until I was feeling the wave crest, and knew it was
going to come crashing down, and began to fill his hole with my hot cum.  I
moaned a long drawn out ‘fuck' that started out low in volume, and
increased as I finished my orgasm.

I lay down on top of him, panting, and trying to regain my breath.  I was
sweating, and he was sweating, but he just laid there waiting for me.  He
had lowered his legs so that I lay between them, with his rigid cock
pressed against me.

"You didn't cum?" I made it a question, and he responded. 
 "I was not
given permission to cum," he said, matter-of-factly.

I shook my head; I didn't understand it, yet, I guess.  "Do you want to
cum?" I asked.

And his response, of course, was, "If you want me to."

"Don't you want to get pleasure out of this?" I questioned.

"I get pleasure by giving you pleasure." He was smiling, as he said it, and
ran his fingers through my hair.

As I lay there pondering this, my cell phone rang.  I jumped up and fumbled
to find my clothes.  I got the phone out, and I didn't recognize the
number.

I opened the phone and said, "Hello?"

"So, Peter, how are you enjoying your time with my boy?" I recognized the
voice of the clothed man, the Master, but how did he know my name? Oh fuck!
What was going to happen now?