Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2012 14:43:01 -0400
From: gayandhorny <gayandhorny@fastmail.net>
Subject: Young Master

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YOUNG 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.