Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2017 09:32:22 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Virtual Master

This is a fantasy that I wrote for a potential slave last evening. If you
feel that any character or event resembles you or your life or that of
someone you know, I WANT DETAILS, you lucky fucker, preferably with photos!
It is, of course, copyrighted in all respects by the author with all rights
reserved (such rights being very, very negotiable). Keep the cum coming --
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This experiment involves sex (depending on your definition) between men
(>18 years of age); if that is illegal or even discouraged for who and
where you may be right now, fuck off. All my stories exist in a world where
STDs are neither common nor deadly. Don't be a fucking idiot; use
protection. 'To die for' sex should never lead to your actual death.

I like hearing from you, but the nature of this experiment and the person
for whom it was written means I may not respond. Also, bullies get what
bullies give: Flame me and I'll write you and your letter into the next
story to the point that you cry like a little girl. Be warned.

*****

Daniel,

You ask me to consider your plea to become my digital/virtual slave, my
online boi. This experiment and your responses will tell me if I will even
contemplate accepting your submission and your subjugation, even at a
distance. Read and follow the instructions.

Since we started our discussion, I have prohibited you from orgasm. For the
duration of this experiment, up to one night, you have permission to cum if
and how you can (and as often as you like as long as you do so whilst
reading and rereading this letter). Prepare a notepad, tablet or recording
device. Using story points as your milestones, note when you first get
hard; when you start to leak; if, when and how you cum; how long before you
are hard again. Every detail, every sensation, every desire. Record it and
report. Your future fulfilment rests upon it.

Thus we start: Find a relaxed, comfortable, quiet, private place that you
can occupy for at least 45 minutes or as long as your normal jack-off
session lasts. Tune out everything but this letter. Touch yourself when I
tell the dream Daniel (when I TELL YOU) to do so, not before. When you have
finished reading, begin again with the new realisation that comes at the
very end, and the new viewpoint it gives as to who and what you are.

*****

I am driving you to a relatively nice neighbourhood. Smell the leather of
the seats and the musk from my body. You are dressed as I instructed before
I picked you up; sweat pants, a size-too-small tee-shirt, sneakers, nothing
else. Feel the car's AC blow cold air across your nipples and the hairs of
your arms. You are excited, but trustful. You know that I would never let
you be hurt, but you also know I have a kinky view of what 'fun' means.

We arrive at a modest home and pull into the garage, which I close behind
us.

"Do you trust me, Daniel?"

"Yes, Orson, Sir."

We get out of the car. The stuffy, humid air of the garage wilts your
shirt.

"Strip for me, Daniel, and put your clothes on the hood of the car." You do
so. Smell the slight funk that comes with removing your sneakers, no matter
how clean. Feel the fabric scrape across your nipples, the sweat pants
rippling the fine hairs of your legs.

"Get yourself hard for me Daniel. Slowly, gently stroke until you're hard."
You blush, I assume. Even in the confines of a closed garage, the act of
masturbating yourself before a man is daunting. You can smell me, my musk,
a little stronger now that I begin to get aroused at your predicament. You
know this excites me. You can't help but feel the tingle, and your hand
quickly brings you to full erection.

I point to the door from the garage into the house itself. "Go through
first, Daniel. I'll be right behind you all the time."

You open the door and step through to a clean if small kitchen lit only
from the curtained window. The cooler air strokes you, feel it on the tiny
hairs of your arms and sides. You smell homey smells; fresh bread, cumin,
maybe a little dust.

I lean in close behind you. You can feel the fur on my chest brushing your
back, feel the heat of my body and my breath as I whisper in your ear,
smell the peppermint on my breath, hear me breathe. "Go on, Daniel," I my
bass voice rumbles in your ear. "Go into the living room."

You do, hesitant. Anything could be there but you trust me and move
forward. You step into the great room and the larger space swallows more of
the light so it's a little dimmer than the kitchen. An oaken table in front
and a dim hallway to the right, so you turn to your left. You pulse begins
to race a bit.

The living room is brighter, but more of a comfortable glow. A massive rug
covers the middle of the room, couch off to one side and chairs to the
other. One the far side at either end of the rug, however... Oh, MY!

Near the far wall to your right, a muscle-stud stands, eyes down.
Shaved-bodied, blond- and shaggy-haired, oiled, breathing a little hard.
Pumped from a workout? Blue bikini. The filtered sunlight flashed on the
muscles as they move. You can't really see his crotch.

To the left on the far wall is a youth. Perhaps 20? Naked to the waist and
his lean, lithe torso is pale and silky, without blemish or flaw. Board
shorts, a skater's outfit, loose and concealing. His hair is dark and long,
shadowing his face and features. Even though he's looking at the floor, you
can tell he has a smirk.

A flush of embarrassment hits you.  Each has his 'boy parts' covered and
you are naked, but I put my hands on your sides, stroking up and down to
calm you. You notice that your erection has not flagged at all. I gently
shuffle you forward to the edge of the rug.

"Daniel, I'd like you to meet Jack {I gesture right} and Rain {left}. Jack
and Rain, say hello to Daniel." You pull back slightly but I hold you,
comfort you. The hunk's eyes are blue, like the briefs, and his smile is
warm. Rain's eyes are darker than his hair, big and liquid, a poet's, but
the look is smug and self-satisfied. Quintessential Young American. They
nod and you, perhaps nervously, nod back.

"Daniel, trust me. You trust me, right?" You turn enough to lock eyes with
me and can sense that I am enjoying this immensely, but that I also cherish
you.

"Yes, Sir, Orson. Yes."

Jack moves forward, almost as if he's afraid you are a mirage. You can
smell the oil; loamy testosterone coming off him in waves. He gaze is fixed
on your chest. You feel him touch your slight love-handles, caressing
gently. You huff a nervous breath and then feel his other hand stroke up
your treasure trail over the slight paunch to glide over your right nipple,
eliciting a sigh from you that could easily have been a moan. The
muscle-hunk begins to stroke your sides, occasionally crossing over my own
hands that hold you and steady you. He is the essence of gentle, lightly
drawing against your skin as if you might break or, worse, vanish into
smoke.

You really do gasp when you realise that Rain in on your left, his dark
eyes shining. You smell hair gel and teen musk -- locker rooms, dried
sweat, sexual-desperation with a hint of teen bedroom (old cum, faint piss
and socks).  Jack's stroking become more insistent and he takes a nipple in
his fingers, oh-so-gently squeezing. Rain on the other hand reaches down
and grabs your cock. His hands are a bit cold and you suck in a breath,
then his hand is down to your sac, weighing and fondling.

You turn to look at me again, unsure of what is expected. All I do is reach
my hand down and begin to stroke and fondle your ass cheeks, then the edges
of your cleft, then your crack itself. I alternate between butterfly-kiss
light flutters and Master-Demanding hard rubs.

Jack has abandoned his previous mission and now has one hand on each
nipple, gently caressing and teasing. You watch as the muscles in his
forearms writhe as his fingers make your nipples harder and harder. You
look at his face and see this stud is completely mesmerised with you. You
can't understand why, but he is amazed and awes that he is even *allowed*
to touch and stroke and caress YOU.

Rain drops and begins to suckle your balls. He has a long, agile and supple
tongue and makes your nuts twist in delight. He sucks on one, then the
other, then returns to the sac and sides.

"Can I..." Jack the hunk whispers gaze over your shoulder, "Can I kiss him,
Orson?" You can hear the need in his voice and see it in his eyes. I nod
and he moves forward so slowly, like the hunter afraid the doe will
startle. His lips touch yours and you both sigh, long and deep. His tongue
slowly works inside. His attention to your nipples increases, interspersed
with short forays to caress your sides, abdomen and love handles.

I've moved to the side and Rain begins to lick and tease your ass. My voice
rumbles, deep and seductive into your left ear, warm breath tickling the
hair at your neck. "Take you cock in your hand, Daniel. Feel it. Feel how
hard it is? Here is some lube if you need it." You begin to stroke, shaking
a little at the intimacy. You feel me nuzzle and kiss your neck,
collarbone, behind the ear then the lobe itself. I purr as I do so, the
vibration and sound making your stroking fingers quiver.

Jack steps back, still with you locked in his ever-deeper kiss, but Rain
holds your hips in a steely grip. You bend and Jack bends with you. You
jump when you feel Rain's tongue along the crease and then into your
crack. Rain's long, sinuous tongue is suddenly teasing around your hole.
Jack's hands are back at your nipples. You have a hard time focusing.
Jack's hands, your nipples; my lips, your ear and neck; Rain's tongue,
circling and tantalising your most intimate place.

Rain's tongue spears into you hole as mine rapes your ear; Jack's tongue is
long and warm and invading every reach of your mouth. You groan with need
as he increases the pressure on your nipples.

Jack's hands leave briefly and you see his bikini drop. He's hung, cut,
thick but not much longer than your own, but he is nothing like as hard as
you. The weight of the shaft and overlarge head drag him south as your own
member throbs in your gently-stroking fingers. I reach up and grab one of
your hands and guide it to the hunk's junk. Veins and wrinkles cross the
thick skin, velvet over hard muscles. You tease the tip and Jack whimpers
into your mouth and his hands return to your nipples.

You hear my own jeans drop to the floor behind you. Rain moves in front of
you and removes your other hand from your cock. He too is naked now and you
pull back from Jack's kiss (a whine of regret and need from him) to look.
His young prick is as steely as his grip was on your ass. I take the hand
he just dislodged from your own cock and move it to his. The contrast is
stark and urgent. His dick is an ungiving iron rock wrapped tightly in wet
silk. Rain's foreskin glides across the demanding and desperate dick, while
your hand on Jack feels warm, pulsing blood beneath the thick skin.

Suddenly you feel me, slick and ready at the hole that Rain has prepared,
resting there and letting my prick sniff at you like the wolf before he
bites. You groan with need as Rain takes his cock from your hand and drops
to his knees. He begins to suckle your cock into his mouth, cleaning you of
precum. He takes more and more and more and you moan around Jack's tongue,
the latter's hands now palm-rubbing your entire pecs and rolling your
nipples like wads of dough.

You feel me push forward as Rain takes you deep, pushing you back into
me. You gasp with a twinge of pain as my dickhead lodges between your anal
rings and I pause, purring in your ear, "Yes, Daniel. Give yourself to
me. Feel Jack and Rain and how much they need you, want you, thirst for
you, crave giving you pleasure. But I am the one to whom you give your
most-secret, most-sacred place."

When you soften in my arms, I push more and my glans is now inside you,
filling and warm, but you need more. You wrench your head from Jack and
turn to me, demanding my kiss. Jack begins to lick and nibble your tits,
his hands alternative between a firm grip that spreads your ass for me and
gentle caresses over your sides, arms, throat. Rain is swallowing around
your thick prick as it rests just inside his throat and you feel his
ice-hard dick rub and thrust against your leg like a rutting puppy. My
tongue claims your mouth as I push another inch into your ass.

Your moan is the signal that I need. I slowly sink in until you gasp at the
feel of my pubes on your ass, my balls knocking at yours. I start to take
you deep. Long, slow, strokes. Rain redoubles his efforts and Jack's teeth
begin to gnaw gently, inexorably, on your excited nipples. One of Jack's
huge paws has joined Rain's to massage and knead your churning nuts.

You gasp again then moan long and deep as I change angle. Now each stroke
POPs across your love-nut and each backstroke SCRAPEs my glans across your
throbbing prostate. You can feel Rain, with the desperation and
lack-of-control of youth, speed up as he doggie-humps your leg, your cock
now being milked deep in his throat as he swallows and swallows and
swallows causing a sensation you'd never imagined on your
insanely-sensitive head and shaft. Jack's cock is actually hot to your
touch, engorged with the blood you can feel urgently throbbing in your
fist.

My tongue rapes your throat as my prick claims your ass. You can feel it
build. You wonder, 'How much more can my prostate take? What is Orson doing
to me? Can I hold on and hold off at Rain's assault and Jack loving tit
work to give Orson a few more moments of pleasure?'

I pull back to rumble in your ear, "More, but just enough. Giving you what
you need. Yes, but not for much longer." You gasp as my tongue re-enters
you, seeming to reach down your throat and probe your heart. I had just
answered the questions you did not even dare to whisper.

Suddenly Rain lets out a high-pitched, almost girly squeal as his humping
reaches crescendo. You feel him baste your leg in sperm, but his heaving
only intensifies the sensation he delivers to your own prick. Jack bites
down a bit and moan-screams and you feel his seed pulse through your hand
and explode onto your hip. Rain shooting like firecrackers; Jack gushing
like a broken pump. That sudden pain on your nipple and Rain's frenetic
swallows and moans around your dick are almost too much.

I suddenly punch hard, bruising your prostate with my rock-hard prod and
ending all of your questions. You explode into Rain's mouth. The whimpers
and squeaks and moans around my tongue and your thrashing, milking,
quivering ass on my prick takes me, your master, over the edge with
you. You feel my seed wash your rectum, spasm after spasm synchronised with
your own, as if you were indeed cumming in your own ass.

Suddenly, Jack and Rain are simply... gone. My arms are wrapped around you,
supporting you as your orgasm peaks and recedes just as my own finishes
flooding your ass. Panting and shuddering with need and fulfilment, you
focus on breathing again. You can feel warm sun on your skin, warm zephyrs
on your sweat-soaked body. You lazily crack and eye, feeling my tongue
slowly withdraw from your gullet and my softening manhood retreating from
your still-suckling ass.

We stand in a clearing, awash in light. I spin you like a doll and resume
my kiss even as aftershocks wash through you. I pull back and look deep
into your eyes, smiling.

"So you liked the idea of Jack and Rain, did you? As hard as you came,
maybe we need to find a way to make that fantasy real!"

You close your eyes in disbelief. It could NOT have been a fantasy. It was
REAL. Every caress, every lick, every thrust, every nibble! Even as a sub,
you are furious at this trick and open your blazing eyes to confront me.

What you see around you is your own 'private place', the sanctum to which
you withdraw when relieving your pent-up need. I am not there. I was never
there.

This was all you, Daniel, and it was ALL just as real as you want it to be.

Knowing that, knowing the fact that I am the Master of your mind more even
that your body, read again. Revel in the fact that You are feeling what I
tell you to feel, what you desperately need me to make you feel. Read
again, then report.

*****

Author's note: This experiment is real, delivered much as indicated above.
The potential slave in question is not Daniel, though. Read it again.
Replace Daniel with your own, name, little boy. Relive what a Master can
give you then find one for yourself. If you are REALLY a submissive, REALLY
a slave, the fantasy is not enough for you. No matter how many loads you
drop putting yourself into the fantasies, you need more.

But you *also* need THIS. You need the fantasies that Nifty delivers. You
*need* to leap from scenario to scenario, craving what these fictional
characters get to enjoy. If you want that to continue, donate to Nifty.
Imagine a world where Nifty ceases to stoke your need, assuage your deepest
desires, fuel the fantasies that entice you, day after day, orgasm after
orgasm, dream after wet-dream.

-Bear Pup / Orson