Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2011 07:30:00 -0600
From: "hargy@cox.net" <hargy@cox.net>
Subject: Learning The Ropes Chapter Two: The meeting

Learning the ropes
Chapter Two: The meeting

OK, so now I at least knew his name. It was Randy.
Beyond that, all I knew was he was a professional masseur, charged $75/hour,
and didn't appear to be the least bit scared of openly offering a wide
assortment of kinky sex to his customers.
I definitely knew I would be making an appointment, but this tiny bit of
info wasn't much to go on. And I could really easily be putting myself into
a risky, disgusting, painful, or even dangerous position. Hell, if I ended
up branded, shaved, whipped to a bloody pulp, and reamed anally until I
needed a full bowel resection, given the e-mail I'd sent this guy where I'd
actually requested that kind of treatment, I wouldn't even have legal
recourse. And of course there was also the less likely possibility that once
naked and securely bound, I could even conceivably end up as one of those
missing persons, who's body just never turns up at all.
Truth be told, that is part of the true thrill of being naked & bound. You
re totally helpless, and the ever present helplessness stirs up a bit of
adrenaline, heightening the senses, and making the whole scene just a bit
more exciting, thrilling, and intense.
The flip side however, is that the possibility of things going bad is very
real.
But somehow, sluts like me tend to just ignore it, and hope it only happens
to other people. Ya, I know. Not smart, but we all do some pretty stupid
things while trying to get our ashes hauled just the way we like it, no don
t we?
I'd done it. I had made an appointment for a one hour session. Technically,
I'd contracted for a one hour massage. But what I was wanting was way beyond
that. I also knew better than to expect too much. I'd been disappointed
countless times before, sucked a cock, occasionally even been fucked as well
 but nothing more. This was hopefully my chance to sexplore new things, and
have my limits pushed.
It was a sunny, Tuesday morning in Kansas. The appointment was for 10 AM at
his office/spa, in the outer Westport area of Kansas City, MO.
Now I was preparing to drive all the way to Kansas City, thinking about what
I was about to do, Dam! It just made no sense at all.  I was over forty, a
fully mature adult, experienced and educated, but none the less I almost
giddy with anticipation.
My morning routine usually started with a hot cup or two of coffee, reading
the morning paper, a good crap, and a long, hot shower.
Already my routine had changed. Instead of the usual morning ritual, which
involved stepping out've bed and taking my morning piss before even opening
my eyes, I changed it today. Instead of pissing in the toilet, I pissed into
my ceramic coffee cup. It nearly over flowed with the fairly clear,
yellowish, warm urine. I'd requested to be forced(?) to endure a piss shower
 and possibly being forced(?) to drink urine as well. So I thought that
perhaps the training should start right now.
Even before stepping away from the toilet I raised it to my lips, and sipped
some. Dam, that's not bad. So I took a long, full slug, and easily just
drank it down. I had to admit, it wasn't much of a thirst quencher, but it
wasn't hard to drink at all either.
And since I was also hoping to get good and properly fucked before the day
was out, I then administered myself a one liter enema. If my ass was going
to be a playground, I at least wanted it clean. Just to be sure, I used a 12
 long, black, soft rubber dildo in the shower. Slowly slipped it up my ass
until it had made the bend, and finally popped inside, past my sphincter,
totally up there inside of me. I kept it there as I washed my hair, and by
the time I'd finished rinsing, it was coming out all by itself, weather I
wanted it too or not! Apparently, my ass had decided all by itself that that
dildo had to go, and it was making it happen. And as I slid it's full length
out've my ass, whoosh. A large, nasty slug of residual, shitty, watery
slurry erupted out've my butt with it, spraying all over my bathtub. OK,
urine intrigued me, but somehow shit never seemed to have had that same
effect. It just stunk. Well I thought to myself. That ugly slurry is
definitely not anything I wanted with me during an anal play session. Enema
mission accomplished.
But before finishing my shower, umm, that slick soap also felt really good
on my cock. So, while slipping two finger up my freshly stretched & rinsed
anus with my left hand, I used that soap to jack off with my right. My
session was still several hours away, and I sure as hell didn't want to risk
cumming to quickly during my massage, and loosing interest in further kinks.
Shaving, showering, and the enema was really all I needed, except for the
$75.00 fee. So once dressed, I collected the address and the money, and
headed towards KC. It was about a one hour drive from my home, and my mind
was fully focused on kinky male sex the entire hour. I started actually
wondering why urine aroused me, having my ass penetrated & fucked aroused me
 but shit didn't. I thought back to when urine had elicited the same
repulsion that shit did now. Hmm, could this be just one more of those bogus
brain washing notions I'd been raised with since infancy? I wondered. I was
wearing short cutoffs and bikini briefs, and decided to do a bit of research
while I drove. With my left hand on the wheel, I licked the middle finger of
my right hand to make it slick, then slipped it up my pants leg, past bikini
briefs, and as far up my ass as I could manage. Umm, it felt really good. I
probed and explored, searching for any fecal material that my enema had
missed. And sure enough I found a small pocket, rubbed my finger into it,
and pulled it out've my butt. Upon inspection, sure enough, a definite brown
streak of shit on my finger. Then I did it, I shoved that finger into my
mouth, and licked it clean. Oh my god, what was I doing?
Unlike urine, this taste wasn't so amenable to my palate. It might have been
the smell, but it had a really hard, waxy texture that required vigorous
licking to get off of my finger. The taste itself was odd, and not anything
I could easily categorize. Sort of like licking a really old, rusty, dirty,
waxy pipe. How can you describe a flavor that doesn't taste like anything
you've ever tasted before?
Well, if nothing else, I was definitely horny, and in the mood to be used
hard, in any number of kinky ways. What a way to pass the time on a hour
long drive, geez. Somebody please slap me!
But then, my GPS chimed in, "you have arrived. Destination on the right".
Just as I rounded the corner, I'd noticed a big, black, Mercedez Benz
Stretch Limo pulling out. Hmm, it appeared that someone important was also
up for a massage that morning, and I was now next.
I was there, and it wasn't much of an office building.
I'm really not sure what I'd been expecting though, so I couldn't say I was
surprised. It appeared to be an old gas station, which had been remodeled
into some sort of cheesy office space. Gulp, was I going to be chained up in
some old, abandoned garage? Oh boy. I suddenly felt those really big,
physical butterflies forming up squadrons in my stomach. what was I in for?
Shit. I'd come this far, and I sure as hell wasn't going to get my fantasies
explored sitting at home watching Law'n'Order reruns. Seriously, what was
erotic about a Law'n'Order rerun anyway?
The front door was locked, but a small sign there said ring bell for entry,
which I did. I pushed the button, and could just hear a buzzer notifying
anyone inside of my arrival. Then I heard a buzz, and the lock was released,
and a voice from a speaker told me to come on in. Hmm, good security anyway.
Once naked, no one will be barging in to interrupt my $75.00 worth.
The entry way was small, but clean & tidy. Immediately, a large, bearish man
came sauntering into the room from a side door, extended a large hand, and
said "hello, I'm Randy. You must be Sam. Welcome to my combination massage
parlor & dungeon for bad little, kinky subbies like you."  As he said that,
a certain combination of demeanor and tone made me shiver just a bit.
He was subtle, but he was sizing me up like a butcher sizing up a live pig.
Carefully checking out everything from my hams to me hooves.
Oh ya, that little adrenaline rush was already kicking in, and I liked it!
I was doing some checking out myself. Randy must have been about 6' to 6'- 2
 tall. And maybe 210 lbs. A definite, slight paunch, but by no means soft.
He was dressed in a set of plain, gray sweats, hooded sweatshirt and
matching gray sweat pants. His sweat pants were fairly snug, and revealed
the silhouette of a pair of strong, muscular legs. When he turned, I also
noted the shape of a nicely chiseled ass, umm. He had broad shoulders, a
thick barrel chest. His sleeves were pulled up to reveal muscular, hairy
forearms, and large, strong hands. He had a well trimmed, jet black beard,
blue eyes, and a charming, perfectly maintained smile. I wasn't sure just
what to make of him. His physique was fucking hot, and he had a disarming
smile. But he also had the size and strength to easily impose his will with
brute force if desired. And I also noticed an occasional, somewhat sinister
gleam in his eyes that I thought might be the look of a sadistic master
under those sweats. Was that good, or bad?
I guess that was basically what I was here to learn, now wasn't it.
With that, Randy said, "so, you're ready for a $75.00 session now, right?"
Oh, yea, I said a bit ashamedly, and immediately gave him seventy five
dollars in cash. He added, "we are very discrete here, so I won't make you
fill out any lengthy forms. And, from your e-mail, it's not just a plain
massage you want, now is it?"
Umm, I liked his direct approach. No sir, I said. With that, he added, let'
first see if you're really the pliable, submissive little public whore that
you said you were in your e-mail. If you're not actually willing to drink
piss, get your ass paddled, suck ass holes, and be the pliant little bitch
whore that you described in your E-mail, then we're both just wasting our
time.
And with that, he turned away, pulled down his sweats, spread his ass cheeks
revealing a muscular, hairy but clean, glistening pink ass hole, open,
puckered, and staring right at me. I haven't had a chance to shower yet
today slut, so get down on your knees you kinky, little slut bitch, and lick
my ass till it fucking glows!"
I was stunned! But, this was also just exactly what I'd been hoping to
experience. So I quickly removed my glasses, knelt, grabbed his ass cheeks
in my hands, spread them wide, and shoved my face right into his butt. I
started at the bottom, teasing his taint, and slowly drawing my tongue up
his crack until it nestled right in his hairy anus. I probed into his hole
as hard and deep as I could, testing it for depth & resistance, and at the
same time getting a second exposure to the shit smell as it was now all
around my mouth, nose, and face. There were a few tiny chunks of dried shit
still clinging to his butt hairs, and that required me to suck and lick the
bundles of hair until they were moist and smooth. Funny, but I remember
thinking just then that he probably should have let me shave his ass first,
lol. Oh well, lick away you little slut, umm.
With all the hair now clean, I could proceed to run my tongue in circles all
around the rim of his pink anus, delicately exploring every little detail of
the tough, flexed ring of muscle, all red, smooth, and oh so sensitive. He
was making some strong pleasure noises, ohhhs, and ahhs, letting me know
just when I was pleasing him. And I was getting hard myself, loving it!
I also couldn't help but notice the massive, growing, thick cock dangling
from between the ass cheeks I was orally servicing. Sweeeeeet! With my left
hand I released his left butt cheek, reached lower, and gripped his gorgeous
cock. Dam, it sure wasn't any little gerkin, sweet. It's weight, thickness,
and increasing firmness had my complete attention. Grrr.
He ohhhed once more and allowed me to stoke the length of his shaft twice,
tip to scrotum, then he suddenly stood erect, spun around, grabbed a hand
full of my well groomed brown hair, and used that now big, heavy, hard,
meaty cock to brutally slap my face, whap, whap, slap. He blurted out with
authority, I told you to lick my ass bitch, not stroke my cock. I can see
that you are going to need some discipline training as well as a good, hard
fucking. Take off all of your clothes, put them on the chair, and follow me.
Your session is about to start.

By: Sam         shargis8@gmail.com
More chapters to follow soon.