From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: I AM A MASTER
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:29:54 GMT
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I AM A MASTER
The Continuing Stories
of a Leather Master
Part I
IN THE BEGINNING...
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By Master Frank
It hasn't always been that way. I spent many years worshipping
all those hot men that I met on the local bbs's here and in New York
and at those Boston bars like 119. What I learned in those days
has helped me to appreciate the needs of the slaveboys that now
come to me on their knees begging to be allowed to serve Me.
I still remember the first experience I had as a Leather Top.
I thought that I had picked-up a real Hot He-Man. He was about
six- foot-two, bearded and well built. The bulge in his
leather pants looked enormous and my own sizeable cock was
aching in anticipation. We didn't talk that much in the bar,
and I just assumed that He would take over when we got to my
place.
When we got into my house, much to my surprise and amazement,
he said, "Thank you Sir for bringing me here", and got down on
his knees and started to lick my boots. What I had really
picked-up turned out to be a real wimp.
What was I to do under the circumstances? I was desperate for
some relief from the hard-on I'd had for the last week (good
bottoms don't touch themselves) and here was this man down
there cleaning my motorcycle boots with his tongue.
Recovering from my shock, I decided that I might as well enjoy
what I had and, who knows, I might even like it.
"Get those things off now Boy.. Strip!", I commanded.
It was like a lightning bolt had hit his ass, he moved so
fast. There was none of the anticipation that I was used to as
a bottom wanting desperately to see the cock of my master.
Instead, within an instant, I had a full view of his body. I
wasn't disappointed. This dude had a body that would have made
even the straightest guy look twice. Even though he wasn't
pumped up, the obvious curves in his arms couldn't hide the
terrific biceps underneath. His pecs stood out with fine
definition. In the centre of those masculine breasts, two
nipples that were already erect stood out about a half inch.
His stomach was washboard flat and his thighs were solid and
powerful. That cock that looked so enormous in the bar, was
everything that I imagined. It was about nine inches long and
I estimated that I would have a tough time putting my hand all
the way around it. Already the head of his dick was an angry
red from his excitement.
He stood there with his head bowed waiting for my next
command.
I should pause here and tell you that being an accomplished
bottom, I had a rather large collection of toys myself and had
converted half of my basement into a dungeon that would have
made any top jealous. I found that it inspired some terrific
scenes from masters who could tell from my toys what my few
limits were. My only problem now was I didn't know what this
guy's limits were! He looked like he was ready for anything
from me but would he back off when he saw the chains, whips,
enormous dildoes, alligator tit clamps, catheters and piercing
equipment that lined the walls and shelves of my playroom?
There was only one way to find out!
I grabbed his balls and told him to follow me (not that he had
much choice under the circumstances). Down the stairs we went
into the darkness. When we reached the door to the dungeon, I
turned to him and said, "I expect obedience from all those
that enter here. I also demand respect from those who have
been granted the privilege of serving me. Failure to obey
these two rules will be met with severe punishment. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Sir!", came his immediate response.
My head was swimming in the possibilities. I had never handled
a slave who seemed to want nothing more than to please me. My
cock was rock hard in my jeans.
As I opened the door and turned on the deep red lighting, I
sensed a little hesitation from my slave as he saw my
equipment. Was I wrong in my assessment of his experience and
capabilities? I decided that I wouldn't give him enough time
to panic and pulled on his balls harder until I had him
manoeuvred into the centre of the room.
I quickly fastened his arms to two chains hung from the
ceiling. At least he wasn't going to get away from me. Then my
own panic started to hit. Just what was I going to do to this
obviously willing slave? Then it hit me!
Like the golden rule, I could do unto him what I liked to have
done to me! What a simple solution.
I took down my favourite whip from the wall and stood in front
of my captive. "Are you ready to start earning the right to
pleasure me?", I asked.
"Yes Sir! My worthless body is yours to do anything with you
want!", he replied.
I stepped behind him and paused to let the anticipation grow.
When I figured that his mind was beginning to question when I
would begin, I laid a real hard one on his ass.
His body jerked against the restraints but he did not scream.
Instead he shouted, "Thank you Sir". This one had obviously
been trained well before.
I followed with a second hit, a third, each one accompanied by
a loud, "Thank you Sir", until I had given him ten strokes.
His ass was fiery red but I knew he could take more than that
because, when I looked, his cock was still rock hard and a
shiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip.
I stood in front of him and began to remove my T-shirt. His
eyes followed the shirt up my chest past my sensitive nipples
and over my own sizeable arms. I could see the lust in his
face as my upper body came into view. I began to wonder if the
saying, it takes one to know one, wasn't really true. This
dude in MY chains, in MY dungeon, in MY complete control, was
ready to worship ME and my body was responding in ways in
never thought possible. Not only was my dick as hard as steel
but I felt an overwhelming urge to dominate and use this guy
until we were both too exhausted to continue.
I grabbed his low hanging balls hard and pulled. "Whose balls
are these?", I demanded.
"Yours Sir!"
Squeezing harder, I reached up and began to play with his
erect nipples. He started to moan as the pressure in his balls
increased and I twisted his tits with greater strength. I let
go of his balls only to immediately slap them with an
intensity that surprised not only him but me as well. As my
slave pulled away in a reactive response, he jerked his tits
out of my fingers.
I was angry.
I yelled, "You EVER pull away from me like that again, and
I'll beat your ass to a pulp and throw you out the door. That
piece of shit you call your body is mine! I'll do with it what
I want and I expect you to surrender completely! DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. Please..."
"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear any excuses."
I retrieved my most effective gag and shoved the mouth-piece
between his teeth. I fastened the device behind his head as
tightly as I could. There would be no more discussion.
Losing my temper during a session was completely new to me. My
head was swimming like I had just taken a bit hit of poppers.
However, in the time it took to fasten the gag, I realized
that I needed to calm down to remain in control. I looked down
and noticed that a stain had begun to spread in my crotch as
my own pre-cum started to flow. Was this what it was like for
my own masters? My heart was pounding and the adrenalin was
pumping. I knew I had to punish this dog for his disobedience
but I also knew that I had to come down or risk doing some
real damage to this guy.
Being a clothespin freak myself, I had hundreds of them in all
styles. I reached for the bucket of traditional wooden pins
and began to apply them to my slave's balls. Knowing that they
wouldn't really hurt him until they came off, I attached about
three dozen to his ball sac. I then started to fasten them to
the underside of his nine-inch rod. They made a nice row from
the base of the cock right up to the head. Not wanting to
stop there, I started to attach them to his tits. I put three
on each nipple, one in the centre and one on each side. Then
I put a row of clothespins under each arm from his armpits
halfway to his elbows. My slave started to gently sway back
and forth in the chains. I knew he was approaching that point
where the intensity became too much and I would have to
distract him if I wanted to leave the clothespins on for a
longer period.
I stood back and watched as his eyes glued themselves to my
crotch. I began to unbutton my 501's and a gentle moan escaped
from my slave's gagged mouth.
Not wanting to rush the scene, I bent over and slowly pulled
off my boots. I held one up to his nose and he breathed in the
aroma from my sweaty feet. When his cock jerked, I knew I
still had him completely under my control.
Stepping back again, I started to rub my full crotch and
finally loosened the last button. As I slid my jeans down, my
cock sprang free and I could see the dude shiver when my
eight-incher came into full view. He was really cock-hungry.
I put my boots on again and reached forward to play with the
clothespins on his balls. His dick was almost purple from
excitement and when he threw his head back, it happened...
From the end of his cock, spurt after spurt of cum shot forth!
I was completely surprised. Was this the end of the scene? I
certainly wasn't ready to finish now but most guys loose
interest after they've cum and I didn't want to discourage
this guy from coming back again.
I looked up at his face. I could see the ecstasy there, but I
still didn't know if I should stop. I undid the gag and slid
it out of his mouth.
As he recovered, he whimpered, "I'm sorry Sir. I deserve to be
punished for cuming without your permission. I just couldn't
help myself. I'm ready to accept whatever punishment you
decide to give me."
There was my answer. This was one heavy-duty bottom.
* * *
I could see that he was in real discomfort now that he had cum
and the clothespins remained on this body. Quickly assessing
the situation, I decided that I would take off the pins in
stages beginning with the arms. Spasms went through his body
as each clothespin came off.
When the arms were free, I explained, "If you want the rest
off, you will have to pay for it. Ten stokes of the whip for
your nipples, ten for your cock and ten for your balls. Maybe
that will teach you not to cum unless your told!"
"Yes Sir! Please Sir! I'm ready for my punishment!"
His cock, which had gone partially soft, seemed to grow just a
little at the thought of the whip. I wasted no time in
applying the first tem strokes. Like the well trained bottom
he was, he counted each one and thanked me for them, and, as
promised, I removed the pins from his tits.
After I had given him the next ten strokes, I removed the pins
from his cock, which had really started to grow again. The
reaction to each clothespin as it came off was worth savouring
as he sucked for air with the pain they caused.
Now I gave him the last ten strokes with all the strength I
could muster. The whip whistled through the air and kissed his
ass cheeks with a sweet whack! I could imagine myself in his
position, barely holding on against the pain but knowing that
this was the only way to get relief for my balls. I stepped in
front of him and began to tease his balls. Instead of opening
the clothespins before I removed them, I just pulled them off
after I had played with them for a while. I thought he would
scream with the pain but his whole body went tense as he held
on to the chains with all his strength.
What a sight! Those muscles of his bulged everywhere. I could
hardly restrain myself from getting down on my knees and
sucking on that gorgeous cock of his which was now as hard as
it had been before.
After the last pin had come off, and his breathing had calmed
down, he whispered, "Thank you Sir. I promise to be a good boy
from now on."
What was I to do next. I knew that this guy was mine to
command and that he was ready for more and that my own cock
needed some attention.
I reached over and unfastened his arms from the chains. His
arms fell limply to his side. I reached over and grabbed his
head tightly and pushed him down to his knees. Holding on to
the side of his head with a vice-like grip, I inched my cock
towards his mouth. With well trained reflexes, his jaw fell
open and his tongue inched out in anticipation of its reward.
Keeping my cock about an inch from his now drooling tongue, I
almost whispered, "Do you want it?".
I already knew the answer from the raging lust in his eyes as
he starred at my rod but I desperately wanted him to say it.
Unlike ever before, I needed his complete subservience. I
needed this stud's worship! I needed to know that he was mine!
As a drop of pre-cum gently oozed from my dick, his voice
cracked as he answered, "I need your cock, Sir. I need you to
fuck my worthless mouth and ass. I am your boy cunt. I am your
toilet. I am your slave to do with as you please.".
I tightened my grip on his head. My hips slowly moved forward.
When the tip of my cock made contact with his tongue, a shiver
went through his body.
His self-discipline was remarkable. He neither made any
attempt to move his head nor to lick my cock as I continued to
slowly slide my rod into that hot wet cavern. Further and
further it went until my pubes were mingling with his
moustache and beard. I knew he couldn't breathe with my dick
down his throat like that, but I hardly cared as his throat
muscles involuntarily swallowed and massaged the head of my
cock.
When I knew he couldn't take any more, I inched my cock back
just enough to let him breathe. His face was red from lack of
air and the struggle to hold still and please me. I wanted so
badly to fuck his face with all the fierceness I could muster,
but I also knew that he would drain the cum out of me in no
time at all if I did that.
Mustering my own will power, I pulled my cock from his mouth
and watched as his spit followed the end of my dick in a long
string. I could hear his groan as the now purple and swollen
head of my cock jerked involuntarily before his face.
Still holding his head tightly, I began to concentrate. I have
a talent which is not shared by many and I was about to
demonstrate it to this willing boy.
Another louder groan escaped from my slave's mouth as he saw
the first drops of piss dribble from the end of my cock. Soon
those drops became a hard flowing stream as I soaked his face
and chest. I let go of his head and directed the flow of
golden piss over his body. When my hot jet struck his cock and
balls, he cried out, "Aaauugh, thank you, Sir!", and pushed
his hips forward to receive the full force of my piss.
Having almost complete control over my bladder, I stopped the
flow even though I knew I still had a good load of piss still
in reserve. I looked down at him and demanded, "What are you,
boy?"
"I'm your piss boy, Sir! I'm your toilet, Sir!"
I let go of my bladder again and finished soaking his body
with my piss. His cock was jumping from the force of the
stream and I worried that he might cum again. But as my
bladder dried up, he still had control of himself. I was the
one who was more in danger of cuming and I knew that I
couldn't control myself much longer.
"Stand up!", I commanded.
Quickly he stood, head bowed, waiting for my next command.
"There's a box on the bottom shelf of the cabinet in the
corner. Bring it over to me!"
When he went to get the box, his eyes opened wide. In it was
my collection of dildoes. The smallest one measures about
eight inches long by about eight inches around. The largest is
about two feet long by one foot in circumference. I was going
to see just how far his ass would stretch for me.
He stood in front of me holding the opened box.
"Is your ass ready for me?", I asked.
"Sir, may I... Sir, there's a... the latex gloves in your
cabinet..."
Then it hit me. This dude wanted more than my dildoes could
offer. He wanted my fist up his ass! My dick twitched again.
How could he have known that my own favourite times were spent
in the sling. My head was pounding again.
Despite my raging lust, I played it cool. "Alright scumbag, if
you think that your ass is ready for my big fist, we'll see.
Put the box back and get yourself up on the sling!"
A smile broke across his previously serious face and he
hurried to comply with my instructions.
My mind began to spin as I nearly stumbled on my way to get a
glove. I had always wanted to experience the thrill of topping
a hot ass but I had never dared to suggest it to my masters. I
knew that they had all wanted my ass and that they could
hardly wait to grease up their arms. Would I be able to
handle the excitement of having that hot hole wrapped around
my fist and give as well as receive the pleasure that I knew
was possible? Other questions raced through my brain. How deep
was this dude? How wide? There was only one way to find out!
I grabbed one of the paper cups filled with Crisco that I
always had ready for occasions like this. The only difference
was it was my hand that was going to be greased up and
somebody else's hole that was going to be stretched.
Although I was shaking with lust, I slid a glove over my right
hand and used it to shove a big gob of grease up his hot ass.
I used two fingers to gently massage the muscles in his ass
and to work the Crisco deeper into his hole. Smearing more of
it around that glorious opening, I manoeuvred my hand to get
it well lubed with the excess. Then I pushed three fingers
into his ass and he laid his head back and sighed deeply. Both
of our cocks were rock hard and I knew that I had to avoid
putting too much pressure on his prostrate if I wanted this
to last.
Sliding in the fourth finger, I could feel his sphincter
surrendering to the pressure.
Conscious thought left me as my thumb curled back and slid in
beside my fingers. A loud groan escaped from my slave. His ass
actually started to suck on my hand. My dick jerked as I felt
his ass give way to my whole fist.
Past the knuckles and into an indescribable warmth, my hand
slid.
It was heaven!
My hand had naturally formed a fist as it fitted into that hot
hole. Now I knew what it was like to be on top! Now I knew
the sensation that my masters had craved from me! I gently
moved my fist.
My slaves's head turned from side to side and I also knew just
what he was going through. That feeling of incredible fullness
that can only come from having your ass filled with your
master's hand. That feeling of surrender that comes when you
have given all you have to your master.
As the reality of what was happening sunk in, I knew that I
couldn't keep this up for long because my own urges were just
too strong. I reached down with my other hand and began to
stroke my dick.
Seeing this, my slave lost his own self-discipline and reached
for his own cock. I was too wrapped up in the sensation to
correct him.
Now I began to move my hand in earnest. First pulling it back
until it was almost out, then sliding it back in deeper with
each stroke.
Before long, I was able to get most of my forearm into that
ass and it kept sucking on my fist. Carefully avoiding his
prostrate, I worked my hand faster in and out of his hole. My
slave was whimpering with pleasure while he stroked his hard
rod and I was very close to losing my own load.
"You like your ass played with, slave?"
"Oh yes, Sir! Please..., I'm so close... I need you fist,
Sir!"
I knew what he needed and I stopped my fist.
"Oooooh, pleeeeease....!"
Slowly, I turned my hand sideways until my knuckles were
rubbing directly against his swollen prostrate.
"Oh my God!", he cried out.
I started to rub his trigger harder.
At the same time, I stroked my cock with increasing strength
as I knew what was going to happen.
As his ass started to tighten around my wrist, I could feel
his prostrate swell even more and my own balls started to rise
in anticipation.
Then, with a loud cry, his ass clamped down on my arm and a
huge gob of cum spurted out of the end of his dick.
Seeing that, I couldn't hold back any longer and my own cock
shot all the way over his chest, landing right on his face.
Both of our dicks continued to shoot all over his chest and
our mouths were open but no sound could escape.
This was truly ecstasy!
As our orgasms subsided, I realized that my hand was aching
from the pressure in his ass but it was so sweet that I didn't
care.
Slowly, I began to withdraw my hand from his bowels. Then his
ass started to relax from the climax that was so intense just
a few moments before and I could finally slip my hand out.
Falling on top of my slave, I was exhausted.
"Thank you, Sir", he whispered in my ear with a shaking voice.
At that moment, I knew where my destiny lay. If being a master
was this good, then I knew what I wanted.
I raised myself from my slave and looked into his eyes.
"Thank You!", I replied.
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* I AM A MASTER *
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* The Continuing Stories *
* of a Leather Master *
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* Part II *
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* LEARNING THE TRADE *
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by Master Frank
For days after my first experience as a top, I tried to digest
the undeniable fact that I had enjoyed the scene more than any
time I had ever spent under the most exciting masters. There
was no escaping the fact that I wanted more.
I did not have a permanent master at the time but was, in
fact, seeing several very hot tops on a regular basis. What
was I going to tell them?
I agonized over the issue until I finally got up enough
courage to call this guy I knew, Pete, who was not only a very
experience master, but also someone who I didn't think would
laugh at me for expressing my desires to him.
We had a long discussion on the subject. He completely
surprised me when he told me that he had been a slave in his
"younger" days and that he had always felt that the best
masters came from the ranks of the best slaves. It was the
slaves, he said, who really understood what it took to be a
great master. It was they who, deep down, knew what they
wanted and could deliver it when, if the urge overcame them,
they realized the deep satisfaction of being a master. Being a
master, he continued, was a truly heavy, but rewarding,
burden. It was our responsibility to demand the best from our
slaves and to constantly seek to push back their limits.
I shivered at the words, "our slaves".
At least I was right in my judgement of Pete. He didn't laugh
at me and really helped me to understand what was happening to
me. What did astonish me, though, was his invitation to join
him in a session he had planned for his slave, Tom, the next
day. He said it would be a good learning experience for me to
see how he handled his boys. My cock was already stirring when
I accepted his offer.
When the time came to get ready to go over to Pete's, I stood
in front of my mirror and realized that for the first time I
would be wearing my colours on the left as I walked down the
street. The thought brought goose pimples to my arms. For me
it was like coming out of the closet all over again. But I
pushed back those thoughts, as I renewed my determination to
enjoy my new found role in life.
Pete's house was just a few blocks away and as I strode over
there I remembered the fantastic times I had had in his
dungeon. Pete is a very demanding master with one of the most
diverse imaginations that I have ever encountered. I'm sure he
could write a book on the subject of S&M and it would be an
instant best seller. He also had one of the best equipped
playrooms that I knew. In many ways, I had tried to model my
own after the way in which Pete had done his. But try as I
might it never quite measured up. There was a certain
atmosphere in that room that I just couldn't duplicate. I
don't know if it was created by the toys, many of which Pete
made himself, or if it was just Pete himself when his terrific
body filled the room with its presence.
Pete looked the part of a master. He was only 5'11", but his
build made him a truly imposing figure. His broad shoulders,
hairy chest and powerful thighs had long been objects of my
adoration. His face was rugged and etched with the lines of
authority. Unlike many men his age, his ass was still firm and
round and filled the jeans he wore forcing many a man's eyes
follow him as he walked by. He was no slouch in the basket
either. While his cock was only seven inches long, it was
wider than any man's I knew and he really knew how to use it.
But the most impressive thing about Pete was his voice! It was
the voice of authority. It was deep, rich and irresistible.
When he commanded, you obeyed, and when he shouted at you, you
jumped to do his bidding. Hearing it always caused a certain
tingling in my crotch.
Waking up from the memories of Pete, I found myself at his
door, with a cock that was definitely starting to stir. I
knocked.
The door opened and I walked in to be confronted be a naked
man who closed the door behind me and fell to his knees.
"My master is expecting you, Sir. He has told me that I am to
serve you as I would him. I hope I can be a worthy slave and
make my master proud."
That was all it took! My cock was now rock hard and I was
speechless.
*****
From out of nowhere, Pete appeared. Ignoring his slave, he
grabbed my arm and welcomed me to his home. I was conscious of
Tom following the two of us at a discreet distance.
Then Pete looked down and noticed my boots. "You must have
walked over here through a cow pasture. Look how filthy your
boots are!" Directing his gaze at Tom behind us, he
commanded, "Get down there are clean those boots for my
guest!"
My boots were indeed a mess because I had accidentally stepped
in some mud on the way. However, the extra filth didn't seem
to bother Pete's slave because he really set to work in
earnest. I could even feel his tongue through the heavy
leather of my boots. When he was finished my boots were
completely clean. Not bothering to thank him, Pete then asked
me if I would like a beer. Needing something to calm my
nerves, I accepted his offer and Tom went running down the
hall to get us both a tall cool one.
While the slave was away, Pete began to describe the role he
wanted me to play. I was to be his assistant master, and
should follow his lead wherever that might take us. How easy
it would be to follow this man's lead!
When Tom returned with our beers, he knelt in front of Pete
while we continued to make some small talk. I was amazed at
how at ease Pete was with this hot number cowering at his
feet.
Suddenly, Pete reached down and grabbed his slave's balls. He
lifted them up, stretching the ball sac and making him moan.
A sharp look from Pete stopped the moaning.
Pete turned his look to me and said, "How would you like to
work on these for a while? They can really be a lot of fun
especially when they're as sensitive as these are."
The slave's eyes rolled up but no sound escaped from his
mouth.
Getting into the game, I replied, "Just how well have you
trained them?"
"I think you'll be impressed." Then turning Tom, Pete ordered
him to go into the other room and fetch the basket.
I didn't have long to wonder about the "basket". When Tom
returned, he brought a device I had never seen before. It was
obviously a new creation of Pete's. Attached to a parachute
harness, which was clearly intended to be fixed to the slave's
balls, were three chains suspending a wire basket. Pete didn't
waste any time in putting the harness around his slave's
balls. The grimaces on the recipient's face were making me
wonder until Pete explained that there were small spikes on
the inside of the harness.
"Get us a couple of beers each and meet us down in the
playroom!"
It was almost funny to watch this really hot stud try to
waddle off toward the kitchen with this basket swinging
between his legs. I had to stifle a giggle because the image
was just too much with his knees spread apart as he tried not
to "spike" his own balls when the basket banged against his
legs.
Pete and I made our way to the basement.
My memory of his playroom didn't do it justice! Pete was a
real handyman when it came to building custom devices to
"entertain" his slaves. He had built his own whipping horse,
old-fashioned stocks and a sloped table; all of which had seen
a lot of use. But my excitement came not from the knowledge
that I was to be subjected to these devices, but from the
anticipation of using them on that hot body that was now
coming down the stairs toward us.
And what a sight he was! Tom had placed four bottles of beer
in the metal basket suspended between his legs. He was
obviously experiencing a good deal of difficulty manoeuvring
down the stairs without giving his balls a real work out. Each
step made the needles in the harness stick into his sac. His
face reflected the agony.
Pete reached down and grabbed two bottles from the basket. "Put
the other bottles on the table over there", he ordered, "and
then you may take off the harness".
Quickly obeying, the slave returned and stood in front of Pete
with head bowed in submission. In that deep sexy voice of his,
Pete then said, "Show my friend here how well I've trained
that mouth of your's".
Without a second thought, that hot number went down on his
hands and knees and crawled over to me. "Please, Sir, may I
use my unworthy mouth to pleasure your cock?"
I unbuttoned my 501's and drew out my big hard dick. Sitting
down on a chair behind me, I said, "Do your best job and make
your master proud!"
He crawled over and, remaining on his hands and knees, began
one of the hottest blow jobs I have ever had. This man had a
real talent. He teased the head of my dick, then slowly slid
the length of the shaft down his throat. When my cock was
fully inserted into his throat, the muscles there began to
flex and massage my hard meat until I thought I would cum
right then. When he ran out of air, he slowly lifted his head,
making my cock slide out of his throat. But he did not let it
go. Instead, he worked the tip of his tongue into my piss slit
and nearly drove me crazy with his technique.
While all of this was going on, Pete had retrieved a whip with
many leather thongs extending from the handle. Pete raised his
voice, "Work on that dick like a real good cocksucker", and
brought down the whip on that upturned ass.
A grunt escaped from the slave's mouth, and he let go of my
cock long enough to say, "Thank you, Sir".
"Don't take your mouth off that cock until I tell you or until
my guest gets tied of your faggot lips!", Pete yelled.
The whip came down again and Tom resumed his work on my dick
with even more vigour. With each stroke of the cat, Tom's
throat contracted around my hard meat. In the passion that I
was experiencing, I forgot how many strokes Pete was giving
but it must have been at least 25 when he stopped.
"Time to switch places, I need some servicing myself. Here
take the cat and keep working on that ass," Pete said to me.
Reluctantly I got up and took the whip from Pete. I watched
intently as Pete unbuttoned his pants and took out his beer
can size prick. When he sat himself down in front of Tom, you
could sense the raging lust building in that slave.
Pete looked up at me and I understood. I brought the whip down
on Tom's already red ass with what I thought was enough force.
Hearing the impact, Pete looked up again and said, "You're
going to have to put some more into it before I'll let this
scum suck on MY cock."
"Oh please, Sir, whip my ass hard. I want to take my master's
cock so bad", came the pleading voice from Tom.
My own cock jerked at the images being created. I brought back
the whip and really let it fly against that upturned ass.
"Unghhhh... Thank you, Sir!"
"That's a little better", came Pete's response, "Now faggot,
do you think your worthy of this cock?"
"No, Sir! I'm a worthless piece of shit whose ass needs to be
beaten to make sure I know my place in the presence of real
men!"
Whack!
"Thank you, Sir!"
Pete put one of his massive hands on top of the slave's head
and took his cock in the other. Tightening his grip on Tom's
head, he slowly waved his fat dick in front of Tom's eyes. "Is
this what you want?" Pete asked in a low, husky, seductive
voice.
Whack!
"Thank you, Sir! Yes, Sir, I need to have my face used for
your pleasure!"
Whack!
"Thank you, Sir!"
Pete took aim with his prick and, still holding a firm grip on
Tom's head, slowly slid the head of his cock into the gaping
mouth before him.
Whack!
All of this was really getting to me and I increased the force
of my whipping. Tom's ass was getting really red but I knew
that Pete would intervene if he felt it was too much for his
slave so I continued.
While I was working on Tom's ass, Pete continued to slide his
cock into that waiting mouth. Further and further he went
until his whole dick was encased in that hot orifice. Leaning
over to check out the action up front, I could see that Tom's
face was becoming almost as red as his ass because his
windpipe was obviously blocked off with that huge meat down
his throat. Despite Tom's discomfort, his throat muscles were
busy working on Pete's cock and I resumed my whipping to give
him more incentive.
Pete lifted Tom's head a little to give him some air and said
to me, "It's a good thing we have this little scumbag here,
otherwise I might have to interrupt our scene to go upstairs
for a few minutes to get rid of those beers I've been
drinking."
The most lustful groan I have ever heard escaped from Tom's
throat.
Looking down at Tom, Pete grabbed his head firmly with both
hands and said, "If you let one drop hit the floor, I'll make
you wish you were never born!"
A look of calm then passed over Pete's face as I could tell
that he was relaxing the muscle that held his piss. Many
people have problems pissing with others present and still
more have problems pissing with a hard on. Pete was not one of
these as I knew from past experience. Suddenly, Tom's throat
was swallowing and I knew he was getting the sweet load of
piss that I had desired so often from Pete's bladder.
The adam's apple in Tom's throat worked over and over again.
Pete had an immense capacity for piss and I wondered how many
beers he had had before I got there. I knew I always had
trouble taking all of Pete's load especially when he was truly
full but Tom seemed to be taking it like a true pro.
By the time I gave Tom's ass a few more good hits with the
whip, I could tell that Pete had finally drained his bladder
into his human toilet. True to his training, Tom hadn't missed
a drop of that golden elixir.
Pete looked at me and said, "Any time you need some service,
just let me know and I'll pass this piss-drinkin' faggot over
to you."
As a matter of fact my bladder was getting full and I replied,
"I'm ready now to get rid of this load".
Pete rose and Tom followed still on his hands and knees. When
they had turned around, Pete grabbed his slave's head and held
it up to my cock. Without letting the head of my prick enter
into that hot mouth, I took aim and let loose a hard stream.
The sound of that hot piss filling Tom's mouth was almost more
than I could bear. My cock started to get harder and as it did
so did it become harder to piss. However, before the flow
stopped completely, Tom had to shut his mouth to swallow. When
he did so, some of my piss splashed against his face and
dribbled to the floor.
Pete was angry.
"How dare you embarrass me in front of my guest! Lick that
piss off the floor right now!"
"Yes, Sir! I'm sorry, Sir", Tom replied as he bent to clean
the concrete floor.
"Sorry isn't good enough, you worthless piece of shit!" and
then Pete grabbed Tom by the hair and pulled him to a standing
position. "I told you what would happen if you let a single
drop fall and now you're going to find that I'm a man of my
word!"
Dragging him by the hair, Pete took Tom and stood him between
to chains hanging from the ceiling. Without any gentleness,
Pete fastened Tom's wrists to the chains so that he was
practically forced to stand on his toes.
Taking the whip from me, Pete now stood in front of Tom and
lowered his voice to its most menacing, "Scum like you need
and want their asses to be used. But I'm not going to give you
what you want." With that, Pete lashed out with the whip
across Tom's stomach.
"Arghhhh"
"I didn't hear you!", and Pete lashed out again this time
across Tom's tits.
"Oooowww... Thank you, Sir!"
Both of the strokes had left visible red lines on Tom's
beautiful body as I quietly watched the spectacle of Tom's
punishment with my hard dick in hand.
Pete then reached for his cock and ball stocks, a special
device which he designed to fit around the meat of reluctant
slaves. He pulled on Tom's prick and sac together until the
wooden device could be clamped down behind them ensuring that
they stood out from Tom's body. Pete then attached the stocks
to the chains from which Tom hung. Now if Tom moved any part
of his body, the stocks would pull on his cock and balls.
"Now your punishment really begins!", and with that Pete
brought down the whip on Tom's balls.
Tom went white!
Strangely, he didn't scream although his teeth clenched and he
sucked hard for air. When the intensity of the hit wore off a
little, Tom whispered, "Thank you, Sir".
While I was surprised at Tom's ability to take this kind of
punishment, I was more surprised at how aroused I was becoming
watching this spectacle. My cock was definitely primed and
ready to shoot at the first opportunity.
Pete now went over and rolled a metal table covered with a
white cloth to a spot next to Tom. Tom was still feeling the
effects of the last hit, but as he spotted the table, a cold
sweat broke out on his forehead.
I didn't have long to wonder what the cloth hid. Pete lifted
it to reveal several rows of very sharp looking steel needles.
At once, I realized why Tom was now sweating profusely.
"I'll teach you not to miss a drop of piss the next time,
boy!", and with that Pete picked up one of the long needles,
took a pinch of flesh from between Tom's cock and balls and
shoved the needle through.
I think my body shook as much as Tom's at the piercing.
A second needle went in about an inch further down Tom's cock
shaft.
Tom was biting his lips to avoid screaming in pain.
A third, fourth, fifth and sixth went in each about an inch
apart all the way down Tom's cock until the seventh went
through just behind his prick head. Each time, Tom's body
shivered in pain but he did not utter a sound.
"You still have a lot to learn about serving real men and I'm
going to train you to be the best!"
I'm sure I detected a faint smile on Tom's face despite the
pain.
Pete reached up a grabbed Tom's right tit. He pulled hard and
twisted.
"Oh please, Sir, take my tit and use it any way you want. I
will be a good boy and I won't miss any of your piss or your
guest's piss. I'll be your good piss slave. I'm your's to do
with as you please!"
Pete picked up another needle and plunged it into Tom's tit.
"Arghhhh... Thank you, Sir!"
Reaching over and pulling on Tom's left tit, Pete shoved one
last needle into that sensitive piece of flesh.
I could hardly stand it any more. Even Pete's cock looked like
it was almost bursting.
Pete turned and went to get his whipping bench. He dragged it
over in front of Tom and then lowered Tom's arms from the
chains. The stocks kept Tom's ass high in the air as Pete
lowered him over the bench. Tom was obviously in some pain as
he groaned almost continuously during the whole process.
"This slave missed your piss, so I'm giving you the pleasure
of using his ass however you like", Pete said to me.
I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed a condom from the
shelf beside me and quickly rolled it over my aching prick.
Moving in front of Tom, I ordered him to get it lubed which he
did with a lot of enthusiasm.
Resuming my position behind Tom, I plunged my dick into his
willing hole with no concern for his cock and balls which were
trapped in front of him. The sweet wet warmth of Tom's ass was
too much as I slammed my dick full force into him.
Pete took the opportunity to move in front of Tom and guided
his own cock into Tom's waiting mouth.
Pete and I then began to fuck both end of our trapped slave.
What a hot scene! Pete was shoving his fat dick in and out of
Tom's drooling mouth and I was fucking Tom's tight ass. Moans
of pain and pleasure kept coming from our slave whose pierced
cock and tits constantly reminded him of his punishment.
I reached around and took hold of Tom's cock head. I was
surprised to find his dick as hard as steel. I started to rub
the knob of his dick carefully avoiding the needle just below
its head.
I looked up at Pete. His eyes were closed in obvious passion
as he continued to fuck that face.
I could tell that none of us was far from blowing our loads.
My balls began to rise and that unmistakable feeling began to
overwhelm my senses.
Just as I though I couldn't hold on much longer, Tom let out
deep moan and his cock jerked in my hand.
Jet after jet of hot cum spilled from his dick!
As Tom's cock gave up its load, Pete threw his head back,
thrust his hips forward and let out a deep growl as his balls
emptied into that willing throat.
This was too much for me!
My cock swelled to its biggest in that hot hole and I almost
screamed as shot my load into that rubber.
My cock seemed to jerk forever, as I collapsed on top of Tom!
Lucky for Tom he was at least partially held up by the
whipping bench or I might have torn his balls off in the
stocks. In pain and pleasure, Tom cried out.
I raised myself from Tom's body, and looked up at Pete.
Pete opened his eyes and said, "Do you think this slave has
been punished enough for tonight?"
Exhausted I replied, "For tonight?... Yeah!"
TO BE CONTINUED
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Jerry Gaither
E-mail: jerryg@pacbell.net
Home Page: http://www.GeoCities.com/SoHo/1344
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