Charlie

Charlie By Johnny Smile (Johnnysmile@ureach.com)

I waited, like a good boy.

I knew that soon, my master would come for me. Just like always.

I'd been in this basement all afternoon, since coming home from school. I did as instructed: I locked the upstairs door, unlocked the side door, and then went to the back room. I took off all my clothes and set them in the corner. I knelt down in the center of the room and waited.

I'd been here for an hour, kneeling on the thin carpet. My dick ached it was so hard, but my Master wouldn't let me touch it without him. I wasn't allowed.

There was a creak at the side door. My heart leapt, knowing my Master would soon be in front of me! I loved him so much!

On the far side of the basement room, my Master entered. In the mundane world, he was known as Charlie Becker. He was quarterback for the football team, catcher on the baseball team, and center on the basketball team. He was class vice-president (and would have been president if that cunt Tammy Weckner hadn't cheated and brought candy) and an editor of the monthly newspaper. He worked with the special-ed students and the kindergarten exchange class.

And he was beautiful. He had brown hair that was cropped quite short on the sides and back, and hung down straight off the top to his eyebrows. He shaved daily, and dressed impeccably. Today he was wearing black jeans and a dark blue dress shirt, with a brightly colored tie running down his thick chest and taut belly.

He was my Master.

"Have you touched yourself?" He asked.

I held his gaze, just as he'd taught me. "No, Master."

"Good boy." He smiled. He approached, loosening his tie and pulling his belt open, along with the top button on his jeans. He stood as close as possible, his belt hanging away from him on either side of my head. I was eye level with his ample crotch. I could see where his thick cock arched out across his lap, the shaft stretching the denim tightly. I puckered my lips and placed a single kiss right on the head of my Master's cock. "Good boy." He commended again. My heart soared.

He unbuttoned his shirt, remaining right in my face. I breathed deeply, sucking up his soft, manly scent. Pulling his shirt open, he revealed a smooth expanse of rippling gold flesh. Charlie exercised a lot, and it showed. He reached to unbutton his cuffs, and I did what he'd taught me to do: I kissed his belly. Charlie had instructed me in all sorts of protocol he wanted. As his servant, I did my best to please him. One of the things he liked was to be greeted, even body part by body part, with a kiss. When I had done that, he allowed me to lay the side of my face against his muscular belly. I inhaled his fragrance again.

I felt him slide his shirt from his shoulders, not daring to look up. When he wanted me to look up he would tell me.

He pulled away from me, hanging his shirt on a hook on the wall. He returned to me, and his hands stroked my hair. "How long have you been here?"

"Since four." I answered. I knew it had been at least an hour, but I wasn't sure how long.

"Well, that deserves a reward, don't you think?" It was rhetorical. I wouldn't answer that question. I wasn't supposed to.

Charlie gripped my head and pressed my face into his crotch, grinding forward. I felt the shaft inside and bit softly on it. Charlie moaned.

"Open my pants." He commanded. I obeyed.

Reaching up to grasp my Master's fly, I slid the zipper down slowly, trying not to rush. I get punished if I tried to rush faster than he wanted to go. Once the fly was down, I pulled the flaps open, revealing his white briefs underneath. I inhaled deeply. It was heaven.

"Remove my shoes."

I bent down and untied his giant boots. I loosened the laces on one, and held it tightly as he slid his foot from it. He held his foot up and I removed his sock. He let me smell his socks before straightening them out and placing them off to the side. I kissed the top of his bare foot, and we repeated for his other shoe.

"Remove my pants."

I slid my hands around his waist and worked his pants down. His underwear remained in place. He hadn't told me to take those off him yet. But he would.

I pushed the jeans to the floor, and he stepped from them. I folded his jeans carefully, like he taught me, and lay them to the side. I turned back and kissed my Master's cock again.

Charlie slid the tie, still looped, from his head, and dropped it over mine. The tail hung down, it's silky fabric rubbing across my aching dick over and over. I loved my Master with all my heart, but he knew some very ingenious ways to torture me.

"Good boy." He said. I felt a rush of blood color my entire body. His praise always did make me blush. "You deserve a reward." His hand tilted my head up, and I opened my mouth. He leaned down and let a line of spittle drool from his lips, stringing lower and lower before breaking and falling into my waiting mouth. I held still, letting my Master's spittle slid down my tongue. He stood, and a stroke of his finger along my jaw told me I was allowed to swallow. I did so gratefully.

"What do you say?" He asked. I always had to wait to speak until spoken to.

"Thank you, Master."

"Remove my underwear."

I pulled the waistband of his tight white briefs down in back first, my hands caressing the solid globes of his ass. I used to hope he would allow things, but I had been trained well, and now didn't hope for anything. I merely obeyed.

I pulled the front of his underwear down, exposing his dark brown curls, surrounding his thick Master's cock. My Master's cock was perfectly proportioned to his body, long and lean, golden smooth with a pair of thick snaky veins across it. His cockhead, swollen bright red, was thicker than the shaft and circumcised. The eye was already weeping clear fluid. I kissed the tip, his precum stretching between his dick and my lips. I watched it lengthen and fall away. It seemed such a waste.

Charlie stepped from his underwear, and I braved a look up to him. He smiled an allowance, and I brought his white briefs to my face, inhaling the intoxicating scent. He'd been active today, I could tell. His underwear smelled like he'd been randy for a while. Could he have been looking forward to this?

I folded his briefs, knowing that I had to put them away or he'd be disappointed that I wasn't following his rules. My Master held me not through fear or anger, but through love, and I ached to obey. I wanted to return his love as best I could, and that meant obeying his commands. He showed his love by being a clear and respectful Master. He also happened to be the sexiest man alive. I was grateful he'd chosen me as his servant.

When I turned back to my Master, he was standing waiting. His tie brushed across my aching dick again. His cock was pointed straight out at my face. I waited. It looked delicious.

Charlie grabbed his dick with one hand around the base and smacked me in the face gently with it. I held firm, relishing the thwack of his meat across my cheek. It made me even hotter, and I know he liked it very much. I could feel a cooling wet spot on my cheek. It was as though he was anointing me with his fluid. And I did feel much blessed.

"Do you want to suck your Master's dick?" He asked me softly.

"Yes please." I said, not nodding. If I nodded, I may cause him to miss me with one of his slaps, and it wouldn't do to cause my Master to fumble anything. That would be a horrible mistake for me. He might withhold his love and approval. I couldn't bear it.

Charlie pushed his dick against my lips, smearing his fluid like a lipstick. I waited. His precum was slick and warm, having been pumped freshly from inside my Master. "Good boy." He said, and I was finally allowed to open my mouth. He pushed into my mouth, and I felt his thick cock finally slide along my tongue.

Charlie moved his dick around, in and out at his own speed, deep as he chose. My responsibility at this point was to suck whatever he gave me. He pulled back, leaving his dickhead between my lips. I sucked it hard, pulling more of his juice from him. He moaned, his legs bowing slightly.

"Okay, you can suck my dick." He finally allowed. That was his way of telling me to do it how I wanted. I leaned in, wrapping one hand around his hefty balls, tickling behind them with a single finger. The other hand grabbed his thick dick and jacked it slightly, following the rhythm of my sucking. My Master moaned loudly. Part of me hoped no one was home upstairs. I couldn't quiet him; I could never tell my Master what to do.

I wanted to offer him a better position, one he might be able to enjoy better, but it wasn't my place. If he wanted it differently, he would tell me. Until then, I took what he offered gratefully, glad for it.

I felt his hand on the back of my head. Another sign. I let go of his dick and let him force himself all the way. I swallowed the head of his cock down my throat, grinding my nose into his pubic hair. He held me on him, swallowing over and over, for what must have been half a minute, before pulling back. His cock had swollen, and spit fell from it. I licked it clean, like a good servant. Charlie grabbed the base and wrung up the full load of precum his cock had in it. It beaded thickly, running down his juicy slit and beginning a long descent down the shaft. I licked it up, rolling the taste across my whole tongue.

"Lay back." He ordered. I obeyed. Lying on my back, Charlie stood over me, his feet on either side of my chest. Ho loomed over me with a smile, his dick glistening in the dim light. He was beautiful.

Charlie knelt down over my chest, his dick falling and touching my lips. I kissed it. He leaned onto his hands, and arched his hips forward, forcing his dick once again into my mouth.

I've gone to school with Charlie since seventh grade in Junior High. He'd always been one of the popular guys. Everyone loved him. I, on the other hand, was a geek. I didn't have any cool friends. I didn't have many friends at all. I certainly couldn't tell anyone I was gay.

Once we'd moved into high school in tenth grade, I saw Charlie less around school. I never actually hung out with him, but I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember. He was beautiful! But in high school, there were so many other kids that I didn't see him too often any longer. When I did my heart would jump and I would smile. He always returned it, but then moved on.

Then, just last September in Chemistry I was assigned a seat with Charlie. They paired people up at large lab tables in the classroom, and Charlie happened to be my partner. I was ecstatic and horrified at the same time! I was finally being put next to Charlie, but what would he say? Would he think I was a dink and harass me?

I shouldn't have worried. Charlie was a really nice guy. He chatted with me and treated me like I was an equal, which, in the high school hierarchy, I wasn't. I was drastically inferior to him in popularity. Every guy wanted to be him, every girl wanted to be with him. He was in the top echelon of the entire school.

But in Chemistry we were equals. Or, more accurately, I got to forget we weren't equals. One day I opened my notebook to get some paper for him and he saw I had doodled his name, with hearts and cutesy shit all over. I was horrified! I slammed my notebook shut, hoping he hadn't seen it, but he had. I waited for him to start shouting, announcing I was a fag and he had to move seats. But he didn't. He just smiled. "It'll be our little secret." He said, winking. And he didn't say a thing about it again. No one in school ever found out. I was safe.

From that point, though, there was a different dynamic to our relationship. It was no longer possible to pretend I was just interested in being friends. He knew I was in love with him. I knew he wasn't interested. I tried to ignore my feelings, but it was nearly impossible, with him right there every day.

My Master pulled his beautiful cock from my mouth and scooted forward, putting his heavy balls on my lips. I licked them, greasing them with my spit. Suckling these globes was one of my most favorite ways to worship him.

One day, after Chemistry class, Charlie asked if I wanted to come over and work on the homework together. I jumped at the chance, figuring I'd be doing the work and he'd copy off me. It was worth it to see what his home looked like. Maybe I could see his bedroom.

I went to Charlie's that afternoon, and he invited me up to his room to work on the homework. He lived in one of the big houses, in the area that all the rich families lived. His parents were quite well off, clearly.

I took one step inside his room, and was assaulted with his scent. It was everywhere! His messy bed, the pile of dirty clothes in the laundry basket. His closet hung open, filled with all the clothes I'd seen him wear every day. He had a shelf filled with books, and one filled with CD's. He had "Garbage" in at the moment, playing softly in the background. He dropped onto his bed, and patted next to him.

I sat, pulling my bag onto my lap. I dug inside, fishing for the right notebooks. It also served to cover my hard-on. I'd hate to make him more uncomfortable.

Charlie grabbed my bag from me and tossed it to the floor. I felt one hand slip behind my back, and he kissed my neck.

"I hope I can trust you." He said softly. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" He asked.

My head lolled back. I couldn't believe it! Charlie Becker was putting the moves on me! In his bed! "No - no." I stuttered. "I swear I won't tell."

"Good boy." Charlie had said. I felt a twinge in my belly when he said that to me. I felt beautiful! "I can't let anyone know. Not now." He said, stroking my arm, nuzzling my neck. I sat stock still, barely breathing. "I was hoping, maybe, you'd be interested in playing a little. You're the only one I know who might be interested."

Sighed, chills running over my back. "I'm interested." I said. Charlie pushed me back on his bed and kissed me, over and over, for the rest of the afternoon.

My Master lifted from my face, sliding back until he was on his hands and knees over me. His eyes locked onto mine and he smiled. "You're a good boy." He spit in my mouth again, letting me swallow, before kissing me directly. His lips tasted sweet, like he'd eaten fruit recently. An apple.

I felt his thick tongue reach inside me, tangling my own, tasting his servant. He owned me body and soul, a willing slave, a happy slave. A slave in love.

Charlie reached below and gripped my dick softly, stroking it as he kissed me. "Don't cum yet." He commanded. Such an unreal expectation! I could cum at any moment! But my Master had ordered me, and I had to obey. There wasn't even a choice of what would happen if I didn't obey. I had to obey. There was no other choice

He stroked me slowly, trying to return the pleasure I'd given him. His hand finally left my dick and pulled my legs up, until I was in position to be fucked.

Charlie bestowed one last kiss before pulling back. He slipped his tie from my neck as he did, and with a look, he directed me to hold my legs up. I did. He sat on his heels, rubbing one hand over my asshole. He smiled.

He looped the neckhole of the tie around my dick and balls, pulling it tight. Now I had a nice, tight cockring made of silk that had been consecrated on his body all day long. He let the tail fall up across my chest. His hands returned to my asshole.

He rubbed two fingers around, watching the sensations he engendered in me. He spit onto my upturned ass, working it around with his long fingers. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He hadn't said I could moan today.

He poked my hole slowly, one thick finger sliding in, lubricated by his saliva. "Your ass is so pretty." He whispered. It didn't sound like a Master's command. I wondered if I was supposed to respond with something.

"Thank you, Master."

He looked up, and smiled. "You're welcome."

As he smiled at me, I felt a second finger enter my ass. My eyes clenched tight. It was painful, but heavenly. Charlie spit again, and slid a third inside. I looked up, and he was watching me. His eyes were locked onto my face, watching to see if he was going too far too fast. I hoped he knew he wasn't. He pushed his three fingers deep, and using his other hand lifted my dick to his lips. In a single gulp he swallowed my meat.

I felt his fingers push against my prostate, and my dick hit the back of his mouth. Between his fingers in my ass and his incredible tongue, I was ready to cum buckets. But he'd told me I couldn't, and I obeyed.

Charlie was the best lover I could imagine. He took care of me in ways I never thought about before. He was willing to give me pleasure, not just take it. And he enjoyed being my Master, enjoyed having me as his sexual servant. We were the perfect match.

He let my dick fall from his lips, which it did with a wet smack. I could see the head was a dark red. The noose was certainly doing its job. I ached even more than before.

Charlie slid his fingers from my ass slowly, and smiled. He held out his fingers to me. I kissed them. "Good boy." He praised. He placed a kiss on my asshole.

He moved around me, slipping his dick in my mouth again. I knew what he wanted, and did my best to lube his dick with saliva. It was in my own best interest. While I did that, he spit onto my asshole, fucking a single finger in and out of me.

Moving quickly but not seeming rushed at all, Charlie returned to my upturned ass and pointed his thick, bare dick at my ass. The head slid in, forcing past my sphincter. I felt the fullness only a man can bring, and bit my lip again. He kept going.

I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass, and looked up again to see him pressed securely against me. His entire Master's cock was inside me. My dick twitched.

"Tell me you want it." He said, smiling slyly. I was trying to catch my breath enough to speak, when he repeated. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"Please, Master, fuck me with your big dick." I begged. "Fuck me hard, Master."

And he did.

Months ago we'd figured out what our shared fetish was, and had begun acting it out. Never in school, at least not obviously; we kept our role-play in private. He never ordered me around outside our sexual encounters, always treating me with respect. High school guys aren't supposed to be this sensitive.

Charlie wasn't the one who started the whole Master thing, either. I'd been on my knees, he sitting on his bed, and I'd been sucking his wonderful dick for about ten minutes. He asked me to do something different, lick his balls, I think, and I responded with, "Yes, Master." He ended up blowing right then.

We realized that we'd found a hot spot, and exploring it together, discovered that sex was greatly improved by acting out our mutual dominant-submissive roles. We tried switching once, but neither of us enjoyed it much. I was much happier serving him than anything else. And he liked being in control.

Over the course of the school year we developed our own rules. I learned his preferences, his commands, and he learned how to play not just my body but my mind like a fine instrument. He could turn a great fuck into an incredible fuck by saying the right things or treating me a certain way. He knew what my turn-ons were, and I knew his.

We'd gone to get tested together, too. Once it was clear that we would have a monogamous, if secret, sexual relationship, we decided we wanted to be completely sensitized to each other. We were tested, and with our histories that wasn't testing much at all. I was a virgin, and Charlie had only had sex with a couple people, and always with a condom. I'd always assumed he'd done it a lot, but I guess when you're gay and closeted it can cut back drastically. He'd had sex with a girlfriend or two, to keep up appearances, as well as a man he'd met at a party. The man was 34, and Charlie had been 17. That was it.

When it was clear we were both negative on everything they tested for, we got rid of condoms and started fucking bare.

Charlie fucked me slowly, making it so painfully good. Inside I was begging to be released, pleading to be allowed to cum. But I said nothing. My Master would release me when he decided. Not before.

He began speeding up, sliding back and forth a little more quickly. I panted, wanting to scream out in pleasure. Charlie must have noticed. "Show me how much you like it." He instructed. It was like a switch had been flipped, because now I couldn't stop moaning if I tried. I wailed on each inward stroke, whimpering every time he pulled back.

"Thank you, Master." I panted.

He grinned, fucking harder. I started grinding against the thin carpet with each pound of his hips into me. I knew I'd be left with marks on my back, but it was worth it. To have my Master pounding my ass, I'd take it. I'd been marked by our sex before. They were like souvenirs.

Charlie finally slowed, pulling out quickly. He jumped to my face, and stuffed his fat cock between my lips as he exploded, spilling his thick, creamy man- seed onto my tongue. I felt the noose loosened from my dick and his mouth take it in as I came. We swallowed each other's semen, taking a piece of each other with us. That's how he described it to me a long time ago. I didn't care right now. I was getting a mouthful of his cream, and that became my whole world.

I watched his nuts constrict tightly again and again, pumping his sperm into my mouth. I sucked it up like it was the only nourishment around, wishing I could gorge myself on his spunk. And the boy came. A lot. Charlie always came buckets. I'd seen porno's and never seen anyone cum as much as this boy. He could overflow my mouth when he'd gone a few days. I'd take a couple shots and swallow, another couple and swallow. Then I let it all just pool.

He licked my dick clean, and pulled from my mouth, finally having stopped his copious flow. His dick hung pendulously above my face. He lowered himself so I could lick him clean with my tongue. I held the last of his jism in my mouth.

"Show me." He demanded. I opened, and he could see his white wriggling juice sitting at the back of my throat. "Good boy." He said, bending down and kissing my lips. I swallowed at the signal, and opened my lips to let him taste his own cum on my tongue. He kissed me well.

Sitting back, finally, my Master let me sit up. He stood, and went to his jacket, which he'd dropped on my bed when he first walked in. I knelt on the floor, waiting for a command.

Charlie was beautiful. His skin glistened with sweat, and his lanky hair hung in dripping strands. His dick was shiny and still half-swollen. I was in love with him. I couldn't say anything to him, because I was afraid it would scare him away. I didn't want that. But I loved him so much.

He returned with a collar. It was made of black leather, a thin strip of it that fastened with a buckle. He unfastened the collar and put it on me as I knelt before him. It felt itchy and uncomfortable. I loved it.

"You're going to wear this every day." He told me. He produced a tiny padlock and snapped it through the rings. "You can't remove it until I say so." He kissed my lips. "It means you belong to me, and no one else." He stood again, grabbing my arms and bringing me to my feet. Placing his hands on my hips, he smiled, kissing me again. "Every second of every day you'll feel my hold on you. I am your Master, and now you'll never forget it." He kissed me again.

"When someone asks why you wear it, tell them `it's just a necklace.' You're not allowed to say anything else about it." He pulled me against him. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." I replied, trying to keep my excitement in control. He'd claimed me. I was his, and only his. I loved him, and now, I knew, he loved me.