Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 20:36:12 -0600
From: playroughtx@mac.com
Subject: The New Master Parts 5 and 6

The characters in this story are loosely based on real-life persons, aged
39 and 58. In no way does referring to the younger character as "the boy"
imply that he is underage.

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The New Master - Part 5

Pup was heady with the scent of his master?s cock mixed with his own saliva
as he took the shaft into his mouth again and again. The man sighed heavily
with passion and the lust of long-denied pleasure. The boy was every bit as
good as he had imagined he would be. The boy was not just sucking the cock,
he was WORSHIPPING it. His tongue danced across the head, it circled the
shaft, his throat provided just the right amount of suction, the ridges on
the roof of his mouth teased the cockhead, his lips were soft, moist
pillows of pleasure... the boy seemed to be specifically formed to give the
best possible blowjob imaginable. The man was adept at holding off orgasm
for as long as he wanted, but this boy was going to give that talent a run
for its money. He might well lose the fight. The boy?s nose repeatedly dug
into the man?s pubes as the entire shaft disappeared down his eager
throat. They were both in heaven.

The man reached down and took hold of pup?s chain collar, pulling him to
his feet. They kissed again, as passionately as before, the man tasting his
own cock on the boy?s tongue. Minutes went by, neither of them wanting to
break the magical connection they shared when their lips touched. Finally,
the man pulled away and moved toward the bed, still holding pup?s collar in
his hand. He lay on his back, pulling pup down with him. The boy began to
assume his previous position, cuddled up to his master with his head on the
man?s arm. He was twarted by a tug on his collar that moved his head toward
the opposite direction.

?No, pup. Put your head down there. You aren?t through sucking my cock.?
The boy needed no further instruction. He happily spun around and laid next
to the man in a sixty-nine position. He immediately took the man?s
still-hard cock in his mouth and lavished it with the attention it
desired. The man moaned softly, enjoying this moment of selfish pleasure,
loving the fact that even though it was HIS cock that was getting all the
attention, his pup was quite possibly enjoying this even more than he
was. Every one of his soft moans was met with even greater effort down
below. Each sound of satisfaction created a fervor in the boy that sent him
into overdrive. Time after time the boy had explained to him that the
master?s pleasure was the sole desire of the submissive. If the man was
enjoying the activity, the pup would be happy. It was an easy enough
concept to understand, but until now, the man couldn?t fully appreciate
what a beautiful experience it would be. Here was a man who had just given
himself over for the sole purpose of giving him pleasure. Whatever turned
the man on the most would also be the thing that gave the pup the most
satisfaction and pleasure. It was the stuff of eternal erotic fantasy, in
real life. Every wish, every desire, every want and need, every fantasy,
every lustful and loving act that he might request of the pup would not
only be fulfilled, but it would also be exactly the thing that the pup
wanted, as well. His pleasure fueled the pup?s desire to please even
more. The man might?ve contemplated this further, but it would wait. Right
now, there was a gorgeous cock mere inches from his face, and he wanted
nothing more than to taste it.

Pup gasped as he felt the man take his cock into his warm, wet mouth. This
was almost too much to take in all at once. Sensory overload was a serious
concern here. Not only was he finally able to service the man he loved in
such a tender, loving way, but the man was returning the favor. His cock
hadn?t been hard since he first knelt to take the man?s cock in his
mouth. When pup is concentrating on pleasing his partner, that is his total
focus. His own cock and the pleasure that it can receive is often pushed to
the background in order that he can completely devote his energies to
pleasing the man and servicing him. Now, however, with his cock enveloped
by the man?s tongue, he could not help but be aware of his own pleasurable
sensations. His cock stiffened in the man?s mouth, causing the man to back
off a bit to avoid gagging. He thought he heard ?beautiful? from the other
end of the bed, but he couldn?t be sure.

They both continued like this for a long time, each sensing when the other
was getting close, then backing off, making the moment last as long as they
could. The man rolled over on top of the boy, never breaking the stride of
the sixty-nine they were engaged in. He pinned the boy down with his weight
and thrust his hips a bit, fucking the boy?s mouth. Oh, that felt so good!
He was going to do the same with the boy?s ass today, but not yet. He would
wait. He HAD waited a long time already, and after all that anticipation,
this was not going to be a quickie. No way.  He pulled up off the boy?s
cock and admired it again. It really was a beautiful thing, this cock. He
reached over with his hand and played with the boy?s balls. Pup moaned
softly. The man grinned.

Taking his thumb and index finger, he made an ?OK? sign around the boy?s
scrotum, trapping his balls and pushing them out a bit. Then he closed his
fist, stretching the balls out away from the boy?s body, tightening the
scrotum and pushing the balls out into full view. The boy moaned louder,
still sucking the man?s cock. The man pulled his cock from the boy?s mouth
and moved forward, sitting on the boy?s chest. He still had a handful of
pup balls. With his other hand, he caressed the balls, which resulted in
heavy breathing and soft noises behind him. The boy couldn?t see what he
was doing because of the position they were in. All the boy could see was
his back. It was perfect.

The man slapped the boy?s balls with his free hand. The boy yelped in
surprise, then sucked in air in gulps as he fought to understand what the
sensation was and where it came from. His balls had just taken a hit
without warning. It startled him. Another hit, then another. The boy
realized that his master was the cause of the assault and that it would
likely continue. He smiled. He could endure this. He would GLADLY endure
this for his man. Even though he couldn?t see the man?s face, he knew the
man was smiling with each swat of the balls and the resulting spasms from
the boy under his body. He had waited for this, too. His first endurance
test.

The man swatted pup?s balls a few more times, then waited for some sort of
indication of the boy?s tolerance. He wanted to push the boy?s limits. He
wanted to make sure that the boy knew in no uncertain terms that submission
meant loss of control. The man would control this scene, but the LAST thing
the man wanted was for the boy to be hurt. He would push his limits,
yes. But he would never hurt him.

The boy sensed the hesitation.

?Push me, sir. I can do this.?

The man swatted the boy?s balls again, this time a bit harder. The boy
jerked under him, writhing with that delicious mix of pain and pleasure
that created a strong bond between them. More swats, and pup was beginning
to ?zone out?, a heightened mental state where the body transforms
adversity into pleasure. The man continued his assault on the boy?s
testicles, not quite believing what pup could take. Had the roles been
reversed, he?d have long since cried ?uncle?, but the roles would never be
reversed. They both knew their place, they were both comfortable in them,
and it felt right. And right now, it felt like pup was in another place and
time, becoming literally drunk on adrenaline and endorphins.

This was all new to the man. He wasn?t even sure that he could do it, but
he was certainly willing to try. Now that he had taken his pup from gentle,
loving pleasure to total control and domination, he found that he liked
both angles of their lovemaking. Gentle passion had always been high on his
list of favorite activities, but now he had more to add to that list. Even
though he was doing something to the boy that he NEVER wanted returned, he
was incredibly turned on by the reactions he was getting from the man
beneath him. The boy was squirming, whimpering, trying to escape the next
blow to his nuts, not able to move away... and yet he was hard as a
rock. The fact that this man would endure this sort of torture for him made
his mind reel. The whole thing was like a foreign language to him now, but
one he could understand well enough to get by.

Pup was at this moment in an altered state of pain and pleasure. The man
was swatting his balls, getting a tiny bit harder with each blow. He had
managed to get into this state fairly easily, a sign of the trust he
already had in the man. He knew that the man wouldn?t hurt him. He also
knew that he had waited a long time to submit to this man. He wanted his
limits pushed. He wanted it badly. He wanted to know that this man was
comfortable in giving him just a bit more than he thought he could
handle. Together, they would both grow.

His balls were already sore from the abuse they had taken so far, and the
man didn?t seem to be nearing the end of his little play session any time
soon. Pup sunk deeper into his submissive state and let the man have his
way with him. Pain turned to pleasure, and pup found himself actually
raising his hips to meet his master?s hand. The man seemed pleased, and
swatted a little harder. Pup was not prepared for this increase just yet,
and it snapped him back to reality for a moment. Reality was met with the
realization that his nuts were aching and the reason for that ache was
still happening. He yelped, then caught himself and whimpered softly. The
man continued his playing by grabbing the boy?s balls and squeezing
them. Gently at first, then harder. The already-sore nuts were more
sensitive than usual, and it didn?t take long before the man felt the boy
squirm beneath him. He had his boy by the balls, literally. When the boy?s
entire body had gone tense from the squeezing of the delicate orbs, the man
returned to swatting them. He boy was shaking beneath him, both from the
intensity and the sheer will to continue. He was amazed at how far the boy
had gone already. He would push him a bit more.

Pup was at his limit. The sqeezing was almost more than he could stand, and
the return to the swatting was putting him over the edge. He dove headfirst
into submissive-mode, allowing the man?s pleasure to focus him, to allow
him to endure, to not only survive this treatment, but to ENJOY it. His
cock throbbed, bouncing a bit as the nuts continued receiving their
beating. This was it. He was past his limit now. He shuddered and thrashed
under the man?s weight. He let out a groan that was surely heard by
everyone in the hotel. He didn?t care. This was his moment.

The man knew he had broken through the barrier, as the boy shook and
thrashed beneath him. He couldn?t understand why someone would allow
themselves to go through such an ordeal, and he didn?t want to know
why. This was all new to him, and somehow seeing the boy?s intense passion
and pleasure even through the writing of endurance made it make sense,
somehow. It was a rite of passage. The boy was growing, learning, enduring
at the hands of the man who loved him more than anyone else in the
world. This wasn?t torture. This was just an extreme form of love, an
exchange of power between two people with an understanding of their roles
in the bedroom. It was beautiful.

The boy came. Without warning, between swats to his nuts, the boy groaned
loudly and ropes of sticky white cum shot out of his cock and all over his
belly. The man kept swatting the boy?s balls as the cum erupted. This
caused the boy to cringe and plead for mercy. Somehow, erotic pain isn?t
the same after you cum. Once the boy had finished spurting his seed, the
man got up and stood next to the bed. He looked down at the boy, still
trembling and spasming from the intensity of what he had just
experienced. His belly was soaked in cum.

?I didn?t tell you it was OK to cum, pup?

A momentary flash of panic crossed the boy?s face. Had he displeased the
man? He took hold of himself and managed to say, ?I?m sorry, sir?.

The man bent over the boy. ?You were supposed to hold that inside you until
you got permission to spill it. I have a lot more plans for you today,
pup. We can?t have you emptying your balls so soon! So let?s put it back
in...?  The man scooped up some of the boy?s jism on his fingers and began
to feed the boy his own cum. Pup gratefully sucked the sticky mess off his
master?s fingers as if they were extensions of the man?s cock. He made sure
to get every drop back into his mouth and swallowed. The man was clearly
enjoying this, and the boy put a great deal of effort into the
finger-sucking. The man smiled. The boy smiled back.

?Good pup. I?m proud of you for taking as much as you did. Now that you
have your cum put back up, it?s time for some more love making. Turn around
and lay the other way. I think we could both use a little rest, and I want
to wake up from my nap with my pup in my arms.

Pup couldn?t think of anything he?d like better.
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Part 6

The man opened his eyes and almost cried from the sheer joy of the scene
before him. There was his boy, his pup, sleeping next to him. So peaceful,
so beautiful... safe and secure in his arms. There was a happiness about
him that seemed to radiate from his pores. It was contagious. The man lay
very still, so as not to disturb the scene. He wanted this moment to last
forever. Soon, however, his bladder made it obvious that someone was going
to have to get up, and soon, lest the hotel have to replace a soaking-wet
mattress. The man began to hastily plan the best way to get out of bed
without disturbing his lover. Since the boy was using his arm for a pillow
and their legs were tangled up together, it seemed that disturbing his
sleep was inevitable.

Suddenly, he remembered his position in this relationship. The boy was his
to use in any way he needed, and right now he needed to pee. Not only was
it entirely permissable to use the boy to take care of this need, the boy
would probably be a little disappointed if he didn?t use him. It was
settled, then. The man shook the boy awake.

Pup awoke from the most incredible dream of his life. He dreamt he was in
the arms of a man who loved him deeply and who he had given himself to. As
he shook off the haziness of the dream, he realized that his dream had
simply mirrored his reality. Here was his man, next to him, shaking him
gently. He smiled.

?Pup, wake up, I need to pee.?

The boy stretched and began to get up so his master could get out of bed.

?No, pup. Put my cock in your mouth. Try not to spill any.?

The boy was momentarily confused, then it hit him. In a split second, his
expression registered ?you?re kidding? then ?are you sure?? then ?but I
don?t normally do that? and finally ?thank you!?. The boy was given a
chance to serve his man in ways that he wouldn?t do with anyone else on
earth. Somehow, that made it all the more special.

Pup spun around in the bed, laid his head down on the man?s thigh, then put
the man?s cock in his mouth. He relaxed, waiting for the beginning of the
man?s stream. He was determined not to spill a single drop.  He waited. The
man?s cock began to stiffen in his mouth. He held still, knowing that the
man couldn?t pee with a hardon. The man?s cock stiffened even more. Pup
felt the man?s hand on the back of his head, pushing him farther onto the
still-hardening cock, a silent gesture that meant ?go ahead and suck it,
I?m too hard to pee anyway.? Pup sucked the cock all the way down, then
held it there as he moved the cock around with his tongue. The cock was
fully hard in no time.

The man still had to pee, but the boy?s mouth felt so good on his cock that
he didn?t care if he had to hold his bladder for the next three days. The
feeling of this man making love to his cock would supercede any warning
messages that his bladder might send. He rolled over onto his back and let
the boy go to work. Damn, he was good at this. He let his mind wander and
fantasize. He was a teacher enjoying a student?s bribe for a better
grade. He was a coach letting a less-than-stellar athlete find a spot on
the team. He was a warden enjoying a little treat from an inmate who wanted
to avoid solitary. He was a boss whose employee was making sure he was
labeled ?indespensable?.

He was a man who was being made love to by a handsome submissive who
could?ve had his pick of a thousand other men, and yet had chosen HIM to
give himself to for the rest of his life.

It?s funny, he thought, how even the hottest fantasy couldn?t compete with
reality at this moment. He watched the boy work his cock, make love to it,
totally concentrating on giving him as much pleasure as possible. He looked
at the boy?s crotch and saw that his cock was soft. The boy was completely
focused on the man?s cock, and he could feel the difference. This was
unlike anyone else?s blowjob. This was love made physical, pure passion and
devotion transformed through a single act, connecting them in ways neither
of them fully understood. The man felt his balls pull up closer to his
body. He was getting close, and he knew it was going to be one of the most
intense orgasms of his life. His heart rate increased, his breathing became
shallower, his muscles tensed up, he started spewing forth a string of
profanity that would make a dockworker blush. He came.

Pup knew it was about to happen. He had already increased his pace to match
the man?s breathing, and when the profanities started, he knew it was
time. The man loved his profanity, and it rolled off his tongue
effortlessly and with an odd grace. The boy had often called the man ?sweet
talker? because of his ability to take the harshest of language and make it
sound like a love song. This was no different.

The man exploded into the boy?s mouth. Pup eagerly sucked the cock right
down to the base and used his tongue and throat to milk every last drop
from it. The man continued cursing, grabbing the back of the boy?s head,
forcing him down on the cock, not letting him up for even a quick
breath. The boy took every drop with great gladness in his heart. This was
his first taste of the nectar that he would be savoring for the rest of his
life. There would never be another man?s cum in his mouth. He belonged to
his master now, and the thought brought such joy to his heart and soul that
he momentarily lost himself in this new idea. The world faded away for a
moment as he drunk in his master?s seed, tasted it, savored it, memorized
the pungency, the sweetness, the saltiness of it.

The man held the boy?s head still for several minutes, never letting him up
off his cock, allowing it to go flaccid in the warm, moist confines of the
boy?s mouth. The boy seemed to be in a dream state, still using his tongue
to milk the cock dry.

?Hold still, pup. Here it comes.?

The boy snapped out of his trance just in time to feel the first splashes
of his master?s piss at the back of his throat. He quickly began to swallow
in gulps, reeling at the difference in tastes from the sweet cum that was
just seconds ago dancing on his tongue and the acrid bitterness of the
man?s piss that was currently washing it down. The man sighed a long,
relieved sigh that every man recognizes as the sound of finally taking a
piss after holding it for too long. For the man, the fact that he was
pissing in the boy?s mouth was secondary to the fact that he was finally
pissing at all. For him, it was all about relief. For the boy, however, it
was a fitting addition to his service to the man. He would be there to meet
the man?s needs, both sexual and utilitarian. It was a role that he had
wanted for some time now. It was a role he was born to play. For the first
time in his life, he felt whole.