Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2010 11:58:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mikey Dallas <novnlla@hotmail.com>
Subject: Master Jason and Slave part 1

This is my first attempt at writing any kind of story, so please be kind.
I am a long-time reader of Nifty and felt it was my time to "return the
favor".  This story is designed to get right to the point and accomplish
what it was created to do.  Please let me know by email if you enjoyed this
work.  All the usual disclaimers apply.

	Having now spent many months under the control of Master Jason, I
knew that the time for expanding my limits was fast approaching.  After
all, when I agreed to do for him what I was told and when, I had also
promised him that my pathetic little limits would be open to fast change.
I found Master Jason on the Slave for Master website and after exchanging a
few pics and agreement that we could both continue with our regular lives
as long as it was understood that when we got together he would be the
boss, we set a first meeting.
	 I drove to his townhouse near downtown Dallas, and nervously
prepared to meet my new part-time Master.  When he opened the door, I
almost turned around and ran.  He was so incredibly hot that I thought
there would be no chance he would want to play with me.  Not that I am bad
looking.  In fact, for thirty five, I look much younger, and have kept my
self in good shape.  But Master Jason was something else.  Standing there
in jeans and no shirt, I would guess he was late twenties, about six feet
tall, mostly smooth and slender, but a body that was tight as a drum.  He
had a tribal type tattoo that was peaking out of the top of his low-cut
jeans and a pleasant look on his face that I would later come to find
ironic considering just how cruel he could be.
	I instinctively looked down when he met my gaze, and he just stared
at me and told me to step inside.  He closed the door and told me to strip.
I took a very deep breath and quickly removed my clothes.  He gave me no
hint of whether he liked what he saw, but did not tell me to get dressed
and leave either.
	"So, are you going to do what I tell you to do, boy"?  "Yes sir," I
replied, and added "as long as my limits are respected".  "Oh right, your
pathetic limits." he sneered.  "The same ones you also promised we would
quickly expand, right boy"?  "Yes sir," I replied again.  "So, no toilet
duty for today, I guess", he said with an evil grin on his face.  "Instead,
why don't we start by you showing me just how much you want to get to my
goods."  "Just for you I have put on my favorite old jock strap that I have
worn to work out in for months now without washing." "Combined with not
shaking my dick after I piss, and a good bit of pre-cum, it should be a
good first test of your ability to do as your told."  "Get on your knees
and get to it, boy".
	Dropping to my knees, I reached up for the button on his jeans only
to have my hand slapped away quickly and firmly.  "Not with your hand, you
little shit!"  "Use your mouth!"  I looked down in excited shame at this
first bit of vocal abuse, and moved my mouth towards the top of his jeans.
I was actually shaking as my nose touched his flat stomach right above his
button.  His skin was perfect.  I grabbed the button with my teeth and
surprisingly managed to get it undone on the first try.  I was also hit
with the most nasty, delicious smell I had smelled in long time.  I knew at
that moment and forever more that serving this master was not going to be
easy.  This jock strap was truly going to be a test of my will to get past.
I pulled down the zipper with my teeth and he grabbed the sides of the
jeans and slid them off, revealing himself as a Greek type god standing
there in front of me.
	Looking down at me, he said, "open your mouth shit-head, you are
going to need some more fluid to soften up this crusty old jock."  With
that, he hocked a giant wad of spit into my mouth.  "Now, use that to get
some good flavor out of that."  I took another deep breath and pressed my
face into the jock pressing my tongue containing his spit into the jock.
The smell was overwhelming.  The ripe mix of sweat, piss and dried cum
times ten that I feared it might be when I first got a whiff of what was to
come.
	Going to work on that jock was an amazing mix of degradation and
excitement that I had never felt before.  With each passing moment my
saliva was causing more and more of this hot mans stink into my mouth and
nose and I realized that my dick was as hard as it had ever been.  After
all, this is what I went on that website to find.  And I knew that from
that time forward, I was hooked.  I was going to do what this super sexy,
hard assed man told me to.

	Fast forward a few months and we are now at the point that serious
expansion of my limits was at hand.  Master Jason had been talking for
weeks now about hosting a party with some of his buddies and their slaves
at his place and the night was finally here.  I arrived about an hour
before the event and quickly shed my clothes as I had been trained to do.
I helped get everything ready for the guests, and Master Jason asked me to
go in and make sure the bathroom was in good shape.  I quickly put clean
towels out and wiped off the sink, but noticed that there was no roll of
toilet paper.  Checking the cabinets, I came up empty, so I went to the
kitchen and found Master Jason sitting at the table having a beer with a
truly evil look on his face.  "So, the bathroom all ready to go?"  he
smiled.  Well, everything is clean, sir, but we seem to be out of toilet
paper."  "Oh, you must be mistaken," he said. "Lets go look together".
	He stood and headed for the bathroom with me on his heels.  When we
got there I said, "See, we seem to be out."  Hmmm, go over and look a bit
closer".  he said.  I looked at him funny, but did as I was asked.  As I
put my head down to see if there was any on the floor, Master Jason said in
a voice of pure delight, "See, there it is!"  I looked up and Master Jason
was pointing right at me.  I suddenly realized what this meant and started
to shake.  "Oh, don't be such a fucking pussy!" he said in a calm but firm
voice.  "I have had you eating my ass on a regular basis now and it has not
always been perfectly clean."  This is just your next step toward getting
over your pathetic limitations."
	"I don't know if I can do this, sir" I said on the verge of tears.
"Well, then you have a choice to make.  There are going to be a lot of
slaves here tonight and I am sure I could have my choice of just about any
of them."  "Do you want to be replaced you little shit?"  I just dropped my
eyes from his and looked at the floor.  "Good, it's settled then."  he said
as he pulled a black marker from his pants pocket.
	He took the marker and started to write on my chest.  When done I
looked down and could read, "TOILET PAPER" in bold letters with an arrow
pointing up my chest and towards my mouth.  When I saw myself in the
mirror, I unexpectedly became hard.  "See, you like my artistry!", Master
Jason said sarcastically.
	"Now, the guests are starting to arrive, and each will be
instructed to use your mouth just as they would normal toilet paper."  "If
you are lucky, that will just be to blow their noses or have you wipe up
the piss with your tongue they splash on the floor or the toilet."  "But
this party might go all night, and with sloppy slave ass needing work, or a
master feeling the call, I expect you to be prepared for anything."  "Any
complaints from my guests and you will be one sorry little shit-head, you
got that?"  "Yes sir," I said looking down once again.
	With that, he left me standing in the bathroom as the doorbell rang
to announce the arrival of the first guests and the start of the most
challenging night of my life.

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