Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 19:17:31 -0400
From: gayand horny <gayandhorny@hotmail.ca>
Subject: YOUNG DOMINANT MASTER (a story)

YOUNG DOMINANT MASTER


      As I walked in the door, Pierre was lounging on the sofa. He was
lithe, and was wearing snug black jeans and a blue sweater that nicely
outlined the fine lines of his chest. He was also wearing tight black
leather boots, often a sign that he wanted to attract my attention. As I
undid my jacket he looked at me, smiling almost arrogantly at my reaction
as I took in his effortless beauty once again: the smooth, young face, the
jet black hair, and of course the swimmer's body that he knew the clothes
showed off to perfection.

      I approached him, wanting to touch him, but when I was a few feet
away he stood up and said, "Stop. Get on your knees and strip!" I quickly
did as I was told, knowing how he hated it if I was slow to obey. I was
starting to get nervous, since he often began like this just to show his
power over me; there was no telling what would happen once he had proved
his dominance - and my sexual submission - yet another time.

      I waited, staring down at his boots, my cock getting harder every
minute. My erection was getting painful, since he had ordered me that
morning to wear the tightest cock and ball stretcher we had. He often did
this as a way of keeping me thinking of him at work. He moved one boot
forward, a sign for me to bow down and lick it. He reached behind my
exposed ass and squeezed my balls just enough to make them hurt more. I
kept tonguing his boots, and felt my whole body begin to thrill with
desire. He did nothing except stand above me, as I became more and more
excited while licking his boots. After a while, even though I knew he might
punish me for it, I begged him, whispering, to be allowed to lick his
cock. He grabbed me by the hair, and roughly pushed his boot under my
balls.

      "You want my dick, cocksucker?", he asked. "Beg more!" So I started
to beg him, first quietly and then more desperately. He liked that, making
me beg loudly and repeatedly. He withdrew his boots and left me like that,
face down on the floor. He left the room, ordering me not to move. As I
stayed like that, naked, with my ass vulnerable in the air, he spent about
ten minutes wandering around, mostly, I realized, just to humiliate me.

      Finally he returned with a leather strap and whipped my ass. I had to
thank him for every stroke, and, humiliatingly, it made me harder. When he
was done he came around in front of me. I looked up at him, longing for
him, for any attention.  He slapped my face, and I thanked him; he liked
that. He made me kiss the leather strap he had used to beat me. His dick
was hanging out of his open fly, and he ordered me to suck it. I felt him
start to harden in my mouth, and my own cock became doubly rigid. He would
let me suck for a moment or two, then pull out and wave his dick in my
face, drawing its' precum filled head across my eyes, my nose, and my
lips. I already knew better than to take it in my mouth again without an
order. My hands were shaking at my sides, since I was dying to touch my own
cock, I begged him for permission, and all he said was "O.K. - for
now". Then he shoved his hard meat in my mouth again, making sure I played
with every inch of it - and desired every inch of it. And then he would
remove it, leaving me frustrated for several minutes at a time. At those
moments he would jerk off in my face, which only made we want to feel his
silky pole in my mouth again. As he got closer to coming, he lunged into me
harder and harder, and I heard myself, almost against my will, begin to
plead for his come. He like to hear me beg, and it often made him even
harder, as he thrust into my waiting mouth. Two or three times I was almost
about to come myself, and with his incredible sense of timing he would pull
out, and make me start all over again. It was uncanny how he could push me
to the edge, and know just when to withdraw.

      His pumping increased, and I was groaning with my own desire. I felt
his cock starting to spasm as he roughly pulled my hair, plowed deep into
my mouth, and erupted inside me. I felt his cock pulsing come into my
throat, as he roughly kicked my hands off my own cock. When he was
finished, he made me lick him completely clean, and closed his zipper. I
realized then that, as was usually the case, I would not be allowed to come
that day, and he wanted to deliberately leave me desiring him as intensely
as possible. He walked off, leaving me nude on my knees, rock hard,
dripping come from my mouth, and without his permission to come. He walked
out he door, telling me to stay nude while he was gone. I knew that if I
came without permission, he would punish me the most effective way
possible: by denying me permission even to touch his body for days. I was a
slave to my boy master. He was only nineteen.