Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2017 17:17:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sfhb Wtd <sfhouseboywanted@yahoo.com>
Subject: Visiting Roomates Master - Part 1 - <Gay / Authoritarian>

Mark pulled the car into the driveway, turned off the ignition, and looked
over at me again and said "you know once I walk in I'm not going to be able
to drive you home until Master is done with me."

"Yeah, I know - that's okay" I replied.

"And he's going to make you commit to staying the entire time as well" Mark
emphasized.

"I know - that's okay, too" i replied but the crack in my voice gave away
my trepidation.

"Okay, do you remember the rules?" Mark responded.

"Yeah, just like the Soup Nazi - don't look him in the eye, don't speak
unless spoken to, do as he says, and"

With some urgency Mark cut me off and said "stop that!  He holds me to a
very high standard and it "It was my turn to cut him off "I know, I won't
make you look bad - let's go in before I chicken out"

We got out of the car and Mark led the way to the door.  He rung the
doorbell and after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and we
were led inside. Master greeted Mark with a "Hello Boy, I have left some
items on the bed for you - go change into them" and then he turned to me
and said "you must be Boy's roommate, pleasure to meet you" and extended
his hand for me to shake.  As I shook his hand, I tried to place his
accent.  It sounded German but I wasn't sure as my palm felt the rough
texture of his hand and my eyes observed the tendons on his forearm as we
shook our hands up and down.  I replied with a meek "Pleasure to meet you"
and quickly added a "Sir" as he continued to shake my hand.  He chuckled,
and still grabbing my hand, he led me down the long hallway of the foyer to
the main living area of his home.  He pointed to the middle of a sectional
couch and told me to sit on the middle cushion - out of reach of the two
couch arms so I would have to sit prone.



It was an uncomfortable position - sitting with my feet on the floor and my
back against the couch with nothing to place my arms on. Looking back, that
was exactly how Master wanted me - to put me farther out of my comfort zone
- while he slowly, and methodically began to break me down.  Sitting on the
couch was the first step toward my submission - in retrospect, the
remaining steps of my submission would make me long for the
uncomfortableness of the plush confines of the middle cushion.

Master asked me questions about how I knew Mark, how long we had been
roommates, and eventually asked in a measured tone "so Boy has shared with
you the nature of our relationship?"  I flashed back to the first time I
had found out about Mark serving Master.  I walked into our apartment to
find Mark on his hands and knees in front of his laptop wearing only a tank
top and some white socks.  He was pushing a glass dildo into his ass as a
voice on the laptop alternated between barking instructions and giving
softer words of encouragement as the phallus slid in and out of his body.
I stopped in my tracks at the sight, my jaw hovering a good ½ inch open,
as I watched my roommate pleasure(?) himself on camera for a man that was
some immeasurable distance away.  My brain hit overload and it directed my
`flight' instinct - telling me to leave this scene and seek the calm and
safety of my own room.  What I was seeing wasn't real - or if it was - not
something that I was meant to see.  As I turned to step into my room, my
last image was Mark catching my eye before his eyes shuddered and his body
recoiled with an orgasm. I retreated to my room, shut the door, and laid
down on my bed trying to process what I had just witnessed.  It wasn't
until Mark came in to my room later that night and with both concern and
confession, began to tell me how he had come under the spell of Master.

Over the course of next six weeks, I would notice when Mark was away and
each time he returned, I would quiz him if he had been serving his Master.
Our discussions of his servitude became more detailed and I became more
intrigued - and sexually excited - of how Marked served his Master.  Mark
would tell me about the Japanese bondage rope, the shackles, leather gear,
and other toys he was subjected to.  In private, my neurons began to shift
my thoughts as I pleasured myself, eventually beginning to envision that it
was me serving a master rather than Mark.  As my questions became more
detailed, Mark finally asked if I wanted to meet Master.  It was then that
I learned that Master had seen me in the background of the camera when I
had walked in on Mark's session some six weeks ago.



My attention was brought back to the present as Master's hand slapped my
face and he said "I asked you a question, boy".  I sputtered a "I'm sorry
Sir, I didn't hear you" as I felt my face become crimson from embarrassment
and the sting on my cheek.  In a very measured tone, Master replied "You
are a guest in my house.  While you are here, you will follow my rules, do
as I say, and be focused on what I am saying and doing at all times.  Is
that clear boy?"  The tone of his voice was so even, so frightening quiet,
that a shiver ran up my back.  I replied meekly "yes, Sir".  Master
responded with a gruff "Good".



Our discussion was interrupted by Mark's entrance into the room.  I looked
up and he was entirely naked except for a pair of leather cuffs on his
ankles and wrists and a chest harness that featured a leather strap that
went down his torso.  At the end of the strap was Mark's very hard cock -
fed through a steel cock ring that was at the end of the leather.  From the
neck down, his body was entirely hairless - his pits, chest, and crotch had
been shaved which made the contours of his body stand out and his cock look
even harder than it was.  He sensed that he had walked into a tense
situation and the look of alarm on his face quickly overcame any
embarrassment he may have previously felt.

Master stood up and walked over to Mark, taking in the sight of his Boy
before him.  As he stood behind him, he wrapped his arm around Mark's
torso, ran his hand over his stomach, and then slowly moved downward until
he grabbed Mark's cock.  As he stood there slowly squeezing the shaft of
Mark's cock, Master looked at me, silently conveying that he had total
control over my friend.  He reinforced his power over my roommate by asking
Mark "How long"? to which Mark blushed and responded "five days, Sir.  I
have not cum since you let me during our last session".  "Good" came
Master's reply.



Master continued "I was just beginning to explain to your roommate some of
my House rules - would you care to recite them for me"?  As Mark stood
before me, his cock being manipulated by Master, he began "A Boy is to
serve Master's every whim.  He will be naked before Master unless Master
instructs him otherwise.  He will put Master's need before his own.  He
will be clean and hairless at all times.  He will only cum when Master
instructs him to".  During the last rule, I noticed that he had reacted to
Master's ministrations on his cock - some precum began to leak from Mark's
cock.

My head was swimming.  For the first time I was looking at Mark's naked
body. His thin muscular tan body stood before me, his brown nipples erect,
and his cock painfully hard and leaking precum as Master stroked it.  My
mouth began to water as I stared at his cock, its single eye seemingly
focused on me as I watched Master stroke the head as its shaft was confined
by the steel cock ring. As I stared at his torso and the rest of his body,
I realized that I had never thought of my roommate sexually before yet my
own cock had become painfully hard with what I was seeing - and hearing -
from Mark.

"Very good Boy" Master replied to Mark.  "Have you shared these rules with
your roommate before now"?  "Yes Sir" replied Mark.  "Good, so he knew
these rules before he came here?"  "Yesssssss Master".  I noticed that
Master had started to rub Mark's precum across the head of his cock -
heightening the sensations of his groping that caused Mark to rise up on
his toes a bit.  "Good Boy.  If he is aware of the rules, then I would like
you to help him abide by them.  Stand up boy!"  The latter command was
directed to me.



My trance was broken as I stood up and my face become flush with
embarrassment as I realized by cock was tenting out the front of the pants
I was wearing.  Master released Mark from his grip and said "Help him get
naked, Boy".  Mark walked over to me, his eyes searching mine for a sign
that I was okay with this, and gently said "Put your arms up".  As my hands
reached upward, Mark grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to lift.  His
fingertips lightly grazed my stomach as he lifted until the shirt was up
and over my head.  He then folded the shirt, placed it on the couch, and
turned back to me.  Mark grabbed by belt and unfastened it, alternating his
gaze between my torso and my eyes to gauge my reaction.  He crouched down
to take off my shoes and socks and then stood back up before me.  He opened
my pants and pulled them downward, crouching down to pull my feet out of
the pant legs and taking time to look at the outline of my cock in my red
boxer briefs.  I looked down as well as Mark pulled my pants off, becoming
further embarrassed as I realized my pre-cum had stained a sizable area of
my briefs a darker red.  After Mark folded my pants, he put his fingertips
against my hip bones and slowly pulled at the waistband of my underwear.
Mark pulled downward, pulling the material across my pelvis, causing the
elastic band to catch, and further stimulate, the head of my cock as he
pulled it downward.  The cool air hit my cock as Mark pulled my underwear
off my feet and put them with the rest of my clothes.

Mark stepped back as Master walked in front of me - slowly taking in the
sight of my naked torso, my cock, and walking behind me, my ass.  He
stepped to my side and with one hand, grabbed my cock and with the other,
began to slowly knead one of my buttocks. Master began a process of running
his hand over my body, testing various areas for a reaction, asking
questions such as "do you have sensitive nipples, boy"? as he would scrape
his fingernails across them.  He inspected me as if I was a farm animal he
was purchasing at auction all the while ignoring Mark's and my own glances
back to one another.

After a few minutes, he turned to Mark and asked "Have you seen your
roommate naked before, Boy?"  "No Sir" was Mark's response.  "Do you like
what you see, Boy"?  Mark looked me in the eyes and said "Yes, Sir".  "You
are going to help train him to serve me, then, right Boy"? asked Master.
Mark nodded up and down and remembering his own training, vocalized a "Yes
Sir".

"Very good Boy.  Go get your roommate a collar and some cuffs from the
bureau and then I will have you clean him up for me".  As Mark turned, my
view of his muscular ass was interrupted by Master standing back in front
of me.  As he stood in front of me, looking me in the eyes, he squeezed my
cheeks of my mouth causing me to open my mouth.  He moved his head forward
and explored my mouth with his tongue.  He pulled back, grabbed my still
hard cock, and leaned in to whisper "Yes, boy, we will have fun with you
this weekend... "[to be continued]