Desperate to be Dominated Part one by Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com
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Desperate to be Dominated Part One
It took some research but I picked this motel in my area because it is the only one close my home town that is far enough from where I live. I could go by bike, but the motel 'Siberia' was far from anyone who might recognize me. After a lot of emails my Master wrote to me we could meet and this motel was perfect and gave me more detailed instructions, which I followed up by the letter. Here I was, lying naked with my belly pressed against the cold wooden floor of this room, my hands clasp behind my blonde head, my legs spread wide, exposed to whoever may walk in through the unlocked door.
I shivered, I felt stupid, exposed and vulnerable.
We set this date and time to do this and I booked this room as ordered. I was to strip naked, take a through shower and have a body shave, dry off and then unlock the door and be on the floor naked on the floor at precisely 7PM. Now I was here and ready for my Master. I dreamed about this for months and followed his instructions willingly. I never shaved my body but I assumed he wanted me to shave my chest and groin. So, I set about shaving everything and sighted. I did my armpits and arms first, then the hair on my chest, there wasn't much, just some little hairs around my nipples and between my pecs. What followed was my tiny treasure trail from my belly button to my groin. I did my legs next. The mirror in the bathroom was large and confronting. I could see most of my body at once in it. It was so strange seeing myself without body hair, but I kind of liked shaving myself smooth for my Master. It made me look younger and underlined my surrender, my willingness to serve him. Still I hesitated for a moment before I shaved my pubes, it still felt like I was surrendering something deeply personal. I couldn't dwell on it too long, just did it, so that my Master would be pleased with me. I imagined my Master praising my obedience as I began to remove the hair from around my teen cock. When I went to shave my balls, I had to admit I enjoyed doing it, but I felt little as I saw in the mirror my pride and symbol of my newly acquired manhood, disappeared in floor drain. I held my breath as I looked at the mirror a saw a smooth boy instead of a still growing teen. I knew we both agreed that it was so very important that I surrender my will to him, as I wanted to become his boy, so I blocked my doubts and troubled mind. Here I was, I was about to surrender my smooth, virgin body to my Master. I would give my body for his sexual desires and pleasures.
Really I wanted this and couldn't wait for him to be my Master. I felt so lucky to have met him. A real strong Master who was about to introduce me to these pleasures I longed for so long. He would teach me those things I had never thought of myself. I was excited and full of questions. He told me to be patient and wrote me:
'I will fulfill your wishes, don't worry. Your discovery being a submissive boy means a whole new world was now possible for you. All you have to do is surrender yourself and do as you're told!'
My mind raced with the different possibilities of sexual pleasures, after all, I was inexperienced and young. In my current life, dreams about sex made my world go round, but I had no experience whatsoever. I knew my body was to be explored completely. This all excited and scared me at the same time. If I had any question of his intentions up to that point in the past, it was all perfectly clear now. So far, I had followed his instructions with barely a second thought, I wanted him to be my Master. Now exposed and vulnerable on this wooden floor, my doubts returned.
Was I ready for this?
He wrote me earlier he knew what a submissive boy like me wanted, what I needed. It was clear to him I wanted to be controlled, and added that a little pain was a good way to remind me who was in control. I wrote to my Master, I would do pretty much anything when ordered to do so. I eagerly admitted I was rock hard imagining what he could do to me. He demanded that I would not cum before our meeting. I had to wait for my Master and I did. I refrained from masturbating all week long. I did not play with my cock for days, waiting for this.
I understood that he was a total top with only one desire, and that was to have a boy, that surrendered completely to him. To this point, I was trying to convince myself that he was harmless, and that his attentions were good, but there was no question of what he wanted.
Now I heard the door swing open. He entered the room without a word to me. It was too late to change my mind and too late to back-out and run away from this place. Whatever I had gotten myself into was now reality. My heart raced and my cock twitched in anticipation. I heard him lock the door after coming into the room. I heard something like a rucksack being dropped to the floor and footsteps slowly making its way towards me. After a deep silence, he said with a low voice,
"Lick my trainers, boy,"
I actually heard his voice, it had started. I had heard my first order and had to submit to my Master. I looked at his sneakers, he wore Adidas sneakers and they were blue with white rubber soles. They weren't exactly new or clean, but a little dirty and worn. I licked the sneaker that was slightly closer to my face feeling weird doing so, this was a whole new experience for me. While I licked his sneaker, with my heart beating a mile a minute, I had no experience with such things, I had no idea how to satisfy his needs. He gave me instructions,
"Stick your tongue all the way out, boy. I wanna see you give my sneakers a good licking. Every inch of it."
Focus, focus, focus... save all those stupid questions for later, I reminded myself. I lashed my tongue out as far as it could extend it to give a thorough cleaning. Believe me, it was in no way comfortable. I started to put my hand down and lifted my head so I could position myself up over his sneakers. He tapped my arm with his sneaker and said,
"Did I give you permission to drop your hands? You were told to clasp your hands behind your head, boy"
We just stated and I made a mistake and answered quickly,
"Yes, Sir."
as I re-clasped my hand behind my head and resumed my licking. I had to strain my neck for a while before realizing I could support my neck and head using my elbows. I hoped it would give me a good steady position to lick even the top of the sneakers. At that point, I guessed it became obvious what I was trying to do. He shifted his weight and placed one foot on my blonde head, pushing my head down to the floor again.
"Keep your head down, boy."
I had no option but to comply. After having licked both sneakers, he pulled a chair nearby and took seat close to my head. He told me,
"Turn around and get on your back on the floor, boy."
I did as ordered and he covered my eyes with a towel. I realized how vulnerable and exposed I was now. I felt my cock standing out straight in front of my belly. He noticed my cock and laughed softly. I felt caught, the tip was sticking out of my foreskin and was dripping fluid on my belly. Some of was flowing down on my leg. I gasped as I felt his foot pressing on my balls and cock and I groaned softly.
"Boy, you are rock hard and dripping. You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
With that he rubbed my cock with his foot before pressing the sole of his sneaker onto my hard cock, unexpectedly and hard. In the blink of an eye, I became dizzy with almost a painful lust. He started rubbing the sneaker sole on my cock as I accepted his treatment. He put his sneaker on my face and ordered,
"Lick!"
I licked his sneaker as he ordered, and sure, I had to admit that what I enjoyed the humiliation and that it was actually more intense if I thought of myself as owned by this guy. I licked the sole of my Master's sneaker and it gave me the intense feelings of submission that I needed.
"You're not done yet."
I didn't mind licking his sneaker anymore and I quickly moved to his sneakers and started licking the soles feverishly, and yes, it had dried up mud caked between the deep ridges of the soles. He would once in a while check the bottom of his sneakers to make sure I got everything, eager to please my Master, in need to be his boy. When everything was to his satisfaction, He reminded me with a stern voice,
"Keep my head down."
He stood up and walked to his rucksack and returned kneeling on top of me, striding my torso. He took the towel away and proceeded in a flash to wrap blindfolds over my eyes which, when He had securely buckled behind my head, left me seeing nothing. He had me stand up and put my hands behind my back. Having done so, he bound my wrist together with a rope.
"You have to stand in this position. Your back straight, shoulders arched, legs apart to shoulders' width, chest out, do it for me now!"
I did as ordered and he asked,
"How are you feeling, boy?"
His voice coming from behind me. I flinched in surprise at the touch of his fingers on my bare shoulder. The fingers skated across my shoulders while another set of fingers joined in, this set sliding across my arm. I involuntarily tilted my head back and shivered. I could easily let myself get lost in his touch. I answered honestly,
"I'm fine, Sir."
"Okay, listen up, boy. I'm gonna explain some things to you. It's been obvious to me for a while that you want me, I don't really care about that. I'm not looking for a soft loving young boyfriend, got it? At this point that should be clear to you."
He paused and I nodded,
"Okay. Good boy. What you can be instead is my boy. That means you are here to service me, pleasure me, and obey me. Do you want to do that?"
I said,
"Yes, Sir, I want to be your boy."
then he whispered to my ear,
"Are you really, boy?"
as his arms wrapped around me, his hands stroked my smooth chest, exploring every inch of my soft skin. The way his fingers glided over the bumps on my stomach to the smooth nipples on my chest made me want to cum right then and there. My cock throbbed in the air and I could feel his chest against my back and his hard-on through his shorts, against my naked butt cheeks.
"I actually think you're being very naughty. It seems that your penis is sending me a loud and clear message. A boy's naughty mouth can lie, but his naughty penis never does."
I whispered,
"Yes, Master,"
I was his boy, there was no use denying it and the way my Master called me naughty was so effective and I didn't try argue. I was feeling smaller and smaller while his hands traveled down to my abs. I admit, I flexed them for him. I was rewarded by his hands tracing the ridges and teasing my belly button and his hands were still touching me as he walked around to face me. He touched my lips and I opened my mouth in reflex. I felt his own lips, kissing me. I could smell him and his lips, meanwhile, my body relaxed and he accepted him, then started returning his kiss. I kissed him back, almost hungry. He held my head steady as his tongue slithered in and out of my mouth. He alternated between deep kissing me and telling me all of the words I had longed to hear my entire life.
"Soon I'm going to take possession of you and you will fully surrender to me. Soon all of your hopes and dreams will be fulfilled."
I was his boy now and he was free to take possession of me. Suddenly my Master stepped back from me. The sudden abandonment elicited a moan from me. I heard him taking off his clothes, his belt buckled jingled as he tossed it to the side. I instantly started imaging him completely naked, something I imagined before but I couldn't believe he was naked and so close to me now.
"Knees, boy."
he said abruptly, his hand on my shoulder. I complied immediately, and just as soon as my knees touched wooden floor, I felt something press against my lips.
"Open up, boy."
He ordered. There was no reason for me not to, I was ready.
"Well, having fun yet boy?"
he asked as he walked into the room, leaving me with my mouth wide open. Now He was standing in front of me, his crotch inches from my face, I could smell it and feel its warmth, he gently patting my blonde head.
"Ready for the real fun to begin?"
he asked. I could only nod and whisper,
"Yes, Sir, I'm ready,"
and my Master pressed his growing crotch to my face.
"This trip is going to be fun for both of us,"
he said and it felt like a promise. He bent over me, his hands moved around behind me and rubbed my exposed ass cheeks.
"Don't worry boy, just relax and open your mouth wide, don't resist me. Then get ready to drink."
He whispered in my ear.
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I had dreamed about this moment ever since we started to chat which was after I responded to his Recon Profile a few months ago. He was an athletic top looking for a younger and inexperienced sub boy. After a couple of chat sessions on Recon I was lost. This was what I had dreamed of for so long. I has spent the last few months, searching the Internet, looking for what a dominant man, who understood my submissive desires. I knew I may have looked a little desperate. Well, I was desperate in need for a Master. I wanted this and chats and mails erupted between us. He wrote me about his likes, dislikes and I wrote him about my fantasies and secret desires. I couldn't help it but I thought about him all the time. He was such a cool dude and his demeanor quickly made me feel at ease even after such an awkward situation presenting myself as a young submissive boy and every word of me underlined my deepest wish 'I want to be your slave boy'. It wasn't long though when my admiration turned into an all-consuming lust to serve him. Every night we chatted or mailed and discussed my position and his wishes. The last time we were on-line, he ordered me to put my camera on so he could l look at me. I did and my boxershorts were tenting with my hard on. I had not jerked off, because he told me not to. I tried to be an obedient boy,
"Pretty boned up there, boy,"
he commented.
"Yeah...I guess,"
I lamely answered.
"Jerk off for me."
He commanded.
"What?"
I asked surprised and a little shocked. I was always a little embarrassed about being nude in front of other people. Well this was different, but still a strange thing to do. He was my friend and Master now so being nude with him probably wouldn't be bad.
"Strip, lay on the bed, and let me see you jerk off,"
Slowly, my fingers slipped down and held the waistband. Hesitantly, I shucked them off and lay down on my bed,
"Jerk off for me,"
he ordered again. I don't know why I did it, but I did as he told me to. I guess I didn't feel I had a lot of choice in the matter, and fuck, I was horny as hell and was eager to please him. I couldn't see him, but knew he was watching me doing it. I was embarrassed, but I had to obey him. I needed him, needed humiliation from him. And nothing made me hard faster. I had no idea how or where this would end, I didn't care, I dreamed about it. If I got hard or started to jerk off it's the first thing I thought of were his orders. I couldn't help it. He has me totally by the balls. I clasped my hand around my cock and started wanking and my nipples started to tingle. With my other hand I reached out and I tweaked and pinched my nipples while I wanked myself off for him.
"Good boy, do it!'
I heard him say several times, before my wanking increased and it only took about four minutes and I shot a big load all over my chest and stomach. He laughed softly,
"Lick your fingers."
He commanded. I did, of course I did. I had eaten my own cum before, but never when someone ordered me to.
"Eat some more, and swallow it,"
he told me. I did, I licked up all the cum from my fingers and moved from pile to pile of cum and swallowed some more.
"You like cum, boy?"
he asked.
"Yeah, I do..."
I answered.
"How many guys you sucked off boy?"
he suddenly asked.
"Huh?"
I asked.
"I never did that."
I replied meekly. He snickered and said,
"Cool, I will teach you everything, boy."
Then he turned of his computer, and I got into my bed. I grabbed my hardening cock and shot off a second load before going to sleep. It took a while for us to meet and I didn't even know it was him! He asked me my gym and schedule and I told him everything.
He was a handsome dude and I met him in the gym. We were both quite sweaty by the time we both finished our warming up. We had out warming up and did it most of the time close to each other. I was sure he had seen me looking as he did his routines.
He was a real dude, wearing a blue Adidas tank top, black shorts and white sneakers. He had blonde hair like me and blue eyes like me, but his face that was very masculine. It was one of those moments when time seems to stop, or it just didn't not matter anymore. I could have been looking for a second or a minute, it felt the same. He was about as gorgeous and masculine as a man can get. I mean, you should just see him. He had a build of spectacular proportions in my young eyes. Not totally massive and almost grotesque like some bodybuilders. No, he was so damn near perfection that it blew my mind. I was afraid my eyes would bug out watching him and I felt young and beginning myself. Well, I had a nice beginning physique and was proud of it, I was dressed to show it off. I looked shy at him and on second look my lust took over and I want to touch him, better, he could touch me! I shivered, I was not as half as attractive as he was.
I guess he liked working out as I could see he was getting hard. He had a nice size bulge starting to show through his sweat soaked shorts. I figured that I would have to content myself with just looking and remembering this for a later jack off session.
Suddenly he told me,
"Do some curls for me, boy."
I started doing them, he had sound like a personal trainer who tolerated nothing. He simply told me,
"That's not right, boy, you can do better,"
and came up behind me. He reached around and guided my arms as I continued to do the curls. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass only separated by our shorts. My heart leapt, this hadn't been a mistake, his cock was pressed against my ass cheeks!
After my curls were done he came into the light again and I admired his perfect features. He had a broad torso and nice biceps stretching out his T-shirt, his powerful legs came from his shorts and disappeared into his sneakers. He said he wanted to do some stomach crunches and would I hold his feet for him. I said sure and I moved to get in position and he lay on his back. He looked down at the outline of his hard cock and said,
"Oh boy, believe me, I always get horny working out with a good looking boy."
and winked at me and my face got hot and red. He was doing his crunches. I was holding his feet between my legs as I was kneeling at his feet watching his hard-on bounce around as he did his crunches. He stopped after ten minutes and looked at my crotch,
"You must like working out too. It has the same effect on you."
As he said this he grabbed his cock and stroked it a few time while he was looking at me.
"Or is it this that got you so excited?"
I was speechless, I must have spaced out for a moment, he seemed to have that effect of clearing my mind of all other thoughts, I could just stare at his cock. He said to me to take a shower and to meet him in the cafeteria.
Within fifteen minutes we sat by the table with him sitting across from me in the gym's cafeteria. I found it hard to look him straight in the eyes, fearing that he would see through me and know how much I lusted after him. I met his eyes, and he was looking back and said,
"You are in good shape being so young."
I felt myself fluster a bit but didn't say anything. As we ate our green salads, we talked a little about my school and his work but mostly we talked about fitness and sport. It turned out, he was an athlete and I wondered how old he really was calling me 'so young'. I asked him. He said he was twenty-seven, a lot older than I thought. When the conversation lulled a bit he suddenly asked how often I jack-off. I didn't know what to say so I told him the truth.
"Once a day,"
I admitted shy.
"Have you done it today?"
I shook my head and gathered all my courage and asked him,
"How about you, how often do you do it?"
He smiled.
"Don't need to, boy, not when I got willing boys to take care of my needs. Once they get a feel of my body they just can't have enough. Boys are all the same, you know."
I didn't, but I guess I knew now. Meanwhile, my cock started its throbbing journey to full mast. It was all the more surprising when he stood up, he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me forward.
"Yes boy, come with me."
he ordered,
"Yes Sir"
I whimpered in fear and he pushed me into an empty locker room, I tripped over the threshold and fell down. He let go of my neck and grabbed by hand.
"Relax, boy,"
he said as he pulled me with gentle force onto my feet and he lead me further inside. It was odd, one minute he scared the hell out of me and next he was gentle. He stood there handsome and powerful. He reached down and pulled his tank top over his head, exposing his developed chest. He smiled at me and scooped his cock and balls out of his skimpy black boxershorts and let them hang over the waist band.
"See what I mean, boy,"
he said and winked at me. His cock was flaccid but looked huge in my eyes, he was uncut and, I would say given the few cocks I've seen so far, had a broad helmet. I tried to imagine how his cock would look erect. He understood that and shook his waist band, jiggling his cock up and down a few times, before he tucked his package back inside his boxers. He bent down to pick up his shorts and when he stood up, he smirked at me.
"I can see someone is enjoying the show."
I reacted surprised,
"Huh?"
He laughed,
"You're sporting a woody."
I looked down on myself knowing the obvious. He walked around me.
"You know, there's one way to be sure you are a little gay boy."
He said and he threw his shorts and his boxershorts at me. He started stroking his cock till it was standing up, hard and demanding. My face lit up like a little boy looking at his new bike, I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. It not only grew some inches but the width seem to be much more thicker.
"Why don't you suck my cock to find out. If you enjoy it then you know you're a willing gay boy who is able to serve a real man, if not then you're not."
I shook my head, but he didn't stop stroking his cock and I didn't stop staring at it. He would let it slap back up to his belly every once in a while and it just mesmerized me. He stepped closer to me, his cock was just a couple in inches away from my body.
"Get on your knees, boy,"
I didn't move but he lifted me up by my shirt and threw me down to the floor. I was stunned. In that short a time, his demeanor had changed from a easy-go-lucky dude to a powerful and domineering man.
"I said, get down on your knees'."
He said and forced me to sit on my knees below him. My face was directly in front of his crotch. He stretched his fingers out under my nose and without even thinking, my tongue darted out to lick them and he slipped one finger into my mouth. I sucked on his finger, becoming immediately hard. He put his hand on his own crotch and massaged his hard cock slowly. He stopped and removed his finger from my mouth. As I watched, a small wet spot formed at the head of his beautiful cock.
I moved my head forward, anxious to lick it...
"I'm not asking you what you think. I'm telling you what you're going to do to find out, suck my cock, boy."
It was a clear order, not a question, no room for any doubt. I was suddenly scared of his sudden strict dominance over me. My mind was swimming with anxiety. The reality of the situation refusing to make sense in any way. I searched my mind for any reasonable logic but nothing made any sense.
"That's better. Now don't do anything that will disappoint me, understood?"
I nodded for which I got a slap on my face. He said very sarcastically,
"I didn't hear your answer. What did you say, gay boy?"
"I understand."
"Good. Now open that mouth and start sucking."
I had to pull his cock down from his belly to get it inside my mouth. I slowly wrapped my lips around the shaft just beneath his cock head and started the in and out motion which I have seen so many times from porn. It felt strange for me to be actually doing it, his cock was salty and smelled quite musty.
"Yeah, that's it but keep those teeth under your lips."
I complied. He kept push himself further into me but I would always pull back. After several attempts, he decided to grab the back of my head and shove his cock all the way in. I gagged but he held me in place. I tried
to push him away but he wouldn't move.
"Breath through your nose, boy."
I obeyed. There was really nothing I could do anyway. When he knew I had relaxed enough he started humping my mouth. This was the first time I`ve ever touched another guys hard-on, much less sucked on one.
"Yeah that's it, boy. You're a natural cocksucker."
I suddenly realized what I was doing. I was sucking another guy's cock. I suddenly didn't want to. I pushed him away, his cock slipped out of my mouth as he stumbled back a few steps. Before I could stand up though, he had me pinned down to the ground. He reached for my left arm and twisted it up behind me. He was really strong and I groaned at the sudden pain,
"Listen boy, you're going to suck my cock till I cum or else I'm going to punish you. Got it?"
"Okay. I got it. I got it."
He put more pressure on my arm.
"Please! No, that hurts. I'll do anything you say. Just don't hurt me please."
He let go off me and I just laid there crying.
"Kneel!"
He said. I slowly got myself back into position, tears still rolling down my cheeks. I opened my mouth and just like before he grabs the back of my head and starts humping me again. This time He was much more aggressive and he is humping my face faster.
"Breaking you just makes me hornier, boy."
He suddenly went into a frenetic pace and I know he was about to shoot. I just let the assault happen. He buried my face in his crotch, his pubic hair pressed right against my nose. I almost couldn't breathe. His
body twitched and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed. I swallowed everything. That was all that I could do. That night he asked me om WhatsApp:
"Did you enjoy the encounter in the locker room, little cocksucker?"
the penny dropped, it was HIM!
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Here I was now, at long last, in this motel room. I asked, begged him to be his boy and now I was finally able to serve his manly cock. I told him that I was ready and my Master pressed his growing crotch to my face. 'This trip is going to be fun for both of us,' he promised me. Now he bent over me, his hands moved around behind me and rubbed my exposed ass cheeks.
"Don't worry boy, just relax and open your mouth wide, don't resist me. Then get ready to drink."
He whispered in my ear. I opened my mouth willingly almost eager, didn't resist him. I was ready to drink... whatever. He smelled clean but I could still make out the musk of his cock. I couldn't help it, I licked my lips.
"No teeth,"
he said. I'd never sucked cock before. But I'd thought about it a lt. I figured every boy did, at some point. He told me softly,
"You will like this. You like to please my cock. Giving pleasure makes you horny, boy. You know it's true because everything I tell you is true. You like to please my cock any way you can. Pleasing a my cock is how you make me shoot my white, tasty cum. I know what you want and need, boy."
He slipped just his cock head between my soft lips. I licked the moist head and bathed it with my tongue carefully. Very slowly he pushed more of himself inside. I was blindfolded but I could clearly tell that he had a large cock. It started to grow even bigger as I continued and licked very slowly the tip, sliding my tongue in the piss slit, than circled with my tongue the corona sending jolts of pleasure to my Master. I licked and sucked enjoying to feel the hot rigid member pulsating in my mouth. I was sliding slowly my lips along the shaft, just only with a slight sucking and each time. I came up again I licked the head, circling my tongue several times on the corona and licking away the salty pre-cum from the piss slit, before engulfing again his cock in my mouth and sucking again. My Master praised me,
"Good boy, you are born cocksucker. You will do everything I say and you will be mine. Nothing matters but my wonderful cock, nothing else matters. You love to suck me, you love my man cock."
I said yes to everything. I had to agree. I needed him so bad.
"Speed up, boy, suck me as fast as you can!"
I sucked him off in earnest. He was uncut just like me, but my own cock, which was dripping pre-cum on my thighs, was nowhere near the size of his cock that was in my sucking mouth. He rammed his cock in and assaulted my throat hard and the rougher. I got the more than I could have imagined inside, suddenly he warned me,
"No teeth, boy!"
With that he pushed even some more inside and grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted.
"I said, mind the teeth boy!"
I did my best to keep my teeth out of the way. He groaned and pushed some more. More of his cock slid into my mouth and touched the back of my throat. Now I didn't have to worry about sliding up and down it as he took over. He was moaning and grunting and pushing his cock down my throat.
"Watch your teeth, boy."
I tried to be more careful. I was having trouble wrapping my mouth around his cock without my teeth making contact. I felt like I was going to get lock jaw from trying to keep my mouth open that wide and for that long.
"Watch your teeth,"
He said again. I tried to watch it. I tried to keep my teeth from touching him. How the hell do you do that? He had a huge cock!
"Damn it!"
He shoved me away from him. I fell back and felt defeated.
"Sorry, Sir,"
I mumbled. A slap went across my face.
"Is that how you show respect to your Master's cock, boy?"
I was taken aback by the suddenness of the slap. When I didn't respond right away, another slap hit my face.
"N-no, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I just haven't sucked a cock before."
and another slap came, equal in strength as the first two.
"Did I ask to hear your stupid excuse?"
"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Oh you will be sorry! Just do as you're told, and I won't have to slap you around,"
he cooed as he brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. A stinging slap got my attention, reminding me of my position,
"That's one just a reminder. Don't you ever forget who's the Master here. I am your Master. Who's your Master, boy?"
"You are, Sir."
"Good, boy,"
he said as he pulled me up by my arm pit.
"Get up!"
I got up as quickly as I could fearing another slap heading my way. Next thing I felt wasn't a slap however, but something round being shoved into my mouth. I thought he was trying to choke me but whatever it was he placed
in my mouth just kinda stayed there, filling the space of my mouth, keeping my mouth from closing. A strap, I guessed, like the blindfold I had on was being buckled up behind my head. This prevented me from making any sounds other than the occasional grunt or heavy breathing.
"Your mouth is useless anyway might as well keep it from talking. Now stand on your toes."
I did as ordered. He dragged me a few feet over to my right and had me stand on my toes there.
"Higher!"
I raised my toes higher till I stood on tip-toes. He tied now my wrists in front of me and brought my them up over my head exposing my arm pits as he was lowering a hook obvious suspended from the ceiling. Once attached, I was actually hanging from the hook. The hook was suspended high enough off the ceiling so I was literally standing on my tip toes. Strange enough I could feel my cock starting to get hard. This got me more excited and the more I tried to ignore it the harder I got, soon I had a raging hard on.
"Boy, you have to remember that you are nothing more than a toy boy for me. Your likes or dislikes or experience don't mean a thing to me, so you best keep your remarks to yourself. You understand, boy?"
I nodded my head and he continued,
"If you do good, and I feel like it, you get rewarded. If you do bad or I feel like it, you get punished. Got it?"
Again I nodded my head again. Something poked me on my butt cheek. I was so surprised that I stumbled forward. Equally surprised that he took my hips to stop my fall.
"I said keep those toes up! "
I nodded my head and tried to keep my toes up. I wanted to avoid hanging my weight on my arms.
"I have many ways to keep a boy like you from disobeying."
he whispered into my ear as he slapped my ass cheek hard, and of course, I lost my balance and hung on my arms. Lowering my toes causing another slap. He decided to speed up things by placing clamps on my nipples. The clamps were tied together with a chain that I felt rest across my belly, he put some kind of weight on it and it started pulling my nipples down. It felt like my nipples were going to be ripped off my body and groaned. My focus moved to the pain that my tortured nipples radiated was, once again, I ended up lowering my toes, causing me to receive more slaps. He laughed as I tried to keep myself from falling. I didn't know how many slaps I've had but at some point even when it was his hands touching me, I would twitch involuntarily. To make matters worse, my calves were getting tired and I guess all these sensations was too much for me that my body started shuddering uncontrollably.
"What's the matter, boy?"
He asked with a tone of concern and he lowered my arms, loosened my wrists and took the mouthpiece off. I tried to keep myself from shaking.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
I refused to show too much emotion, not wanting to display any weakness.
"Well,"
he said but he didn't put the gag back on.
"Stay on your toes, boy."
He took the weight off the clamp chain then removed the clamps. As he took each clamp off, I yelped as I felt pain which I didn't expect at all. This only proved that I wasn't learning as fast as I should, because my feet touched the floor and, yes, his hand was there ready to hit my different body parts once again. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but I was determined not to show any weakness. The final blow was considered carefully, he aimed squarely between my legs and hit my balls. I would have fallen hard on the floor as he had not caught me and slowed down my fall down. He left me lying there on my back.
"If you don't keep your mouth shut, boy, I'm going to put the gag back on."
I can almost hear my heart thumping as I laid there on the floor. I tried to calm myself down instead I ended up shaking like a leaf.
"After each punishment I give you, you must say 'Thank you, Sir, for my punishment'. This will remind you that you deserve to be punished. You understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, and thank you, Sir, for my punishment."
It surprised me how naturally those words slipped out of my mouth.
"That's better, boy. You are learning,"
He said as I feel him pacing about me overhead,
"there might be hope for you yet."
I don't know what he was doing at this point but I hear him moving about, going through stuff from his rucksack probably. I should be worried about what he had in store for me next.
"Follow me,"
He said after a while. I rolled to a kneeling position and started to stand up when he told me to crawl to him instead.
"I want your knees wide when you crawl, boy. You show me what's mine. Your cock, your balls, and your ass."
I did as ordered and followed his voice, hoping I wouldn't bump into the corner of a chair or something. He had me turn to around a corner and I assumes that I was heading towards the bathroom. True enough, I soon felt the cold tile against my knees. He lifted me up and tied my hands behind my back. He had me sit on the toilet bowl,
"Open your mouth, boy!"
and once again I opened my mouth for him. He pulled me forward towards him until his cock head was inside my mouth. This time though, he was not hard. I proceeded to suck him off again and intended to make him fully hard again, but he ordered,
"Keep still, boy, and make sure you swallow everything. Don't waste a single drop, understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
I mumbled, his cock in my mouth. Only when a little spurt of warm yellow piss escaped his cock I did understand what kind of drops I was not allowed to waste. I haven't tasted another man's piss before, much less drink it. That caused me to panic. I tried pushing my head back but he held me still with his strong hands,
"You're not going anywhere"
he said, holding me firmly in place.
"Oh no, boy. You're not moving until I'm done. Keep swallowing. Tighten your lips and swallow. That's it. Good boy. Take my piss load."
As if I really had a choice. I continued gulping down his piss. I struggled to pull away from him but he held me close, his pubic hair was right against my nose. My Master's cock though soft was still a mouthful.
"You agreed to this, boy."
He seemed to be able to read my mind.
"I gave you so many chances to back-out but you cannot change your mind now."
I did agree to this, or at least, my cock agreed to this, I was rock hard. Now, I felt like it was all a mistake. I shouldn't be doing this. My hands were still tied behind my back and I couldn't push off him. Suddenly he released me. I would have been thankful for that, however, the moment his cock left my mouth, I felt a hard slap across my face. This time it rang my head. I felt like I was going to fall off the toilet bowl.
"If you don't behave, you'll be really sorry, and believe me I love making boys like you really sorry."
My Master's voice was calm. Too calm, in fact, his voice was suggesting the presence of danger, it was threatening.
"There are many ways I can make you obey but none of them you will like. Believe me, you will obey. Would you rather discover now how I can make you do what I want? It will be far from pleasant for you but you'll obey for sure. Do you want me to force you?"
He waited a second before he carried on,
"That's the only decision you have to make, boy."
In my mind, I wanted to stop this, it was all a mistake. While I had fantasized about similar scenarios, it was very different in real life. Despite all of this, my cock had been as hard as ever the entire time, so I would also be lying if I said I did not fear him. I had let in to my life and when we were chatting, he seemed like a sane enough guy who liked to exercise his own dominant sexual fantasies with me. I knew in his eyes I was just a curious eighteen year old boy who thought he could handle this and needed some relief. But here and now in reality, in this motel room, I began to feel a real fear in my gut. I wondered if I really had the balls to go on with this or the good sense to pull out of it, while I still could. If I still could. I didn't want him to force me so I said,
"No, Sir,"
Again he seemed to read my mind.
"I'm really not that bad,"
I was in great fear expecting slap, but he just patted me gently on my already red burning face. It was the first time I got this kind of loving gesture from him. It felt so sweet and tender, I felt like I want to keep my face on his hand, the touch of his warm hand was like ecstasy, a real man touch, I wanted to grab his hand and lick it, but my fear was stronger not to piss him off and get slapped again. He said gentle,
"I do not want to hurt you, that is, unless you force me to. Besides, we both know you were born to serve real men like me. You need a real man telling you what to do. You need someone who understands how you feel deep inside, your true feelings. Behind your facade of innocence you burn with desire to serve me. You are really just a little gay boy to be used by real men like me. This is your chance to experience what you have been secretly craving for so long. I will learn and give you everything you want; pain, fear, love, peace, joy, sadness, obedience, submission, and you have me giving you all that. This is your chance to explore your real self."
Emotions of anger, regret, and fear were already flooding through me as he spoke those words. I was not a person giving in to crying, but tears were welling up in my eyes. For the first time I was thankful for the blindfolds. It was his words that triggered it though and the realization that what he was saying was actually true.
"C'mon, boy, open up."
I opened my mouth and knew that right there and then, I was surrendering myself to Him, my Master.
"Show me your tongue, boy."
I opened my mouth wider and stuck out my tongue.
"That's it. Good boy. Remember to swallow every drop, boy and drink this piss down now",
he whispered softly.
"Don't spill a drop, it's been brewing since this morning so I have a lot for you."
The piss slit was at the back of my throat as the cock was shoved further and further into my mouth. Master lifted my blindfold looked deeply into my eyes and told me,
"Hold my gaze while I fill you up."
We stared into each other?s eyes until finally Master let out a loud groan.
"Oh, fuck!!"
Our gaze was broken only for a moment while he struggled to contain himself. The yellow stream of his piss came in slowly at first and I tried to just swallow it. Not taste it, not think about it. Just swallow it down. I had gagged at some point. He paused his flow to let me catch my breath.
"You're doing good, boy, but I'm not done yet. I drank an extra glass of water for you."
He was hosing it out now and all the while we held each other?s gaze. I gulped frantically but still he stared into his eyes, looking for his approval. I swallowed and kept on swallowing as his piss kept on flowing. Pungent as ever, bitter and slightly salty. I kept at it till there was not even a dribble left. I never felt so dirty and gross.
"What do you say, boy?"
he whispered in my ear,
"Thank you for my punishment, Sir."
He laughed and patted my head,
"Boy, that wasn't even a punishment. If anything, it's a reward! You did good though, now you are also my personal piss bucket."
My cheeks were probably red both from the humiliation and the slaps I got. He had me get down on all fours there in the bathroom. He had me lower my head and shoulders and to stick my ass up in the air. He asked,
"Have you ever had an enema before?"
I mumbled,
"No, Sir."
"There is a first time for everything. In the future, I want you to clean yourself up before we meet. I'll show you how it's done."
And he showed me! I had to kneel and he made me to bend over with my head resting on the cold tile floor with my butt pointing up, while he prepared the enema bag. He explained everything and sounded like a school doctor explaining a treatment to a young patient. He filled the bag with lukewarm water and hung the bag on the shower head before sticking the nozzle up my sphincter and release the clamp on the hose. I felt the pressure on my lower like my colon was resting heavily on my belly. When the bag was empty he pulled the nozzle out and told me to hold it until he gave me permission to relieve myself. I could feel the water trying to get out from me and I struggled to keep it in.
"Sir, excuse me, but I need to go."
He just ignored my needs. The soapy enema was just taking effect and the cramps rolled through my body, from my bowels to my upper gut.
"Keep it inside,"
he said sternly. My toes were curling from my attempt at keeping all the liquid in me. I could hear he was turned on, and gathered his pre-cum and rubbed it on my face and around my lips. I was rock hard, and the enema cramps got worse making me break out in a sweat on my forehead. I tried once to collect myself, but I was unsure I could hold the enema and take any more pain in my guts, but I fought the feelings hard and managed to pull myself together. I tried to wait as much as I could before speaking up again. I begged him,
"Please, Sir."
He smiled down at me,
"Just a little bit longer, boy."
I made me stand with my back to the toilet until he would give me permission to sit. I was standing there doing my best to keep my sphincter from releasing the dirty water. I groaned but had a raging hard-on. It felt like forever. I was writhing and breaking into a cold sweat. He left me like this for what felt like hours, squirming and shifting, trying to ignore the pressure inside my bowels fighting to get out my ass.
Sweat began to trickle down my body, it streamed from my armpits and ran down my abs to my crotch as it dripped off my balls and cock head. It was becoming unbearable. Sweat tickled and teased my ass crack as it spilled out onto the floor. I wanted to wipe the sweat off but, I knew I couldn't move, not now, not after going this far. Just then, he felt the great urge to cum!
Strange enough I felt cum-filled, eager and horny as fuck, and ready to shoot my load. I hadn't felt the urge to cum this bad since we had started! It had to be that enema, it was supposed to clean me but stimulated me at the same time.
My Master finally let me use the toilet. He assisted me back into the seat which was really just behind me. When I had let go, it was with equal measure of relief and embarrassment. I haven't let anyone in my life see me relieve myself. I could mentally picture how my face contorted as I went for it. The dirty water exploded from my ass with such force that the splash wet my bottom. I really wished that he would let me clean myself up by myself. Instead, he had repeated the process three more times.
I was spent but he had me stand up in the shower. He removed the rope around my wrist which I was grateful for, however, the relief was short-lived as he then tied my wrist up on the shower head above and in front of me. He then re-attached the mouth gag I had on earlier. Lastly, he inserted plugs in both my ears.
"Stay still. If I see an ear plug out of place, you will get punished hard."
He turned the shower on. Cold water poured over me. I resisted the urge to move and avoid the shower fearing that I might drop wherever He may have placed on me. So I bore the cold, shuddering. Something told me my Master was no longer in the bathroom with me. I was tied there for a while before I realized that I wanted to find a way to break free from the shower head. I was scared, couldn't see or hear anything and was tied up. I was suddenly desperate and felt abandoned. I tried to get free, my hands wouldn't slip off the rope and the shower head didn't move a bit. It was a relief when I felt my Master take the earplugs out of my ears. The shower was turned off. I shuddered a bit not really because I felt cold but to emphasize my vulnerability to my Master. My hands were untied. The mouth piece was taken off...
"Thank you, Sir."
I said just in case.
"Good boy. You're learning."
My Master's voice was a relief for me. He hadn't left me there and praised me. He was thrusting a towel at me.
"Dry yourself up."
When I was dry enough to his satisfaction, he led me back to the room and onto the bed. He sat next to me, his leg brushing against mine. He started feeling me up, like he did earlier. He guided my mouth to his cock.
"Remember to keep those teeth away from me."
"Yes, Sir."
I tried to be more careful this time. My Master's cock wasn't hard yet so I lavished it with my tongue and, this time, used my free hand to hold the base of it to keep it steady in my mouth. I kept my teeth wrapped with my lips as I pushed his cock head into my mouth. It didn't take long for his cock to harden up and his huge limp cock had turned monstrous again. I stroked his cock while my mouth worked its head. I made sure I kept my teeth in check. He started to groan. Wow! I thought, it was working.
"That's better, boy!"
He said. All the doubts I had just a few minutes ago had subsided at that point. This was always what I had in mind when I agreed to meet with him. This was what I signed up for. This was what I came for, what I needed. I was digging how I was able to make him to enjoy my mouth. My Master with his powerful chest and beautiful cock was moaning with pleasure.
After a few minutes, He stopped me and told me to lie face down on the bed. He got up and told me to keep my eyes close and head down. He took my blindfold off. The brightness that seeped through my eyelids made me feel better. There was light and I was alive, and I had tasted his cock. I was so tempted to open my eyes but I was afraid he was watching me and just testing if I would obey. I kept my eyes shut. He straddled my back and I could feel his balls rest close to my neck. I felt my Master reach for my face from behind me. He moved to the center of the bed and positioned himself in front of my face. I could feel his cock rub against my nose.
"Keep those eyes closed,"
he repeated.
"Now lick my balls, boy."
I licked this soft balls if his while he started rubbing my head and my back almost in a tender way. He then leaned forward and gave my butt a few whacks and ordered,
"Show me your pussy, boy"
I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks apart for him.
"Your boy-pussy sure does give you a lot of pleasure, doesn't it?"
No one had ever called my sphincter 'pussy' before and I started to blush, ashamed of the implications.
"Yes, Sir."
I said, admitting that I had played with my sphincter.
"No boy, say it like I did."
I was hesitant but said,
"Sir, it makes me really hot to have something in my... my... boy-pussy."
My hole was extremely tight and it hurt a bit as he stretched it with his finger. I felt his finger slide in inch by inch, further into my hungry boy hole. With
each stroke, he pushed his finger a little bit more inside. As his finger pulled almost out, my ass felt an aching emptiness, just waiting to be filled again with his next stroke, but he didn't. He started fingering the entrance of my hole and I moaned quietly.
"That's a nice fucking pussy you have there, boy."
I kept my ass cheeks apart hoping he would put a finger inside again, I dreamed about being fucked, although I didn't know how I was going to take his cock up my pussy as he kept calling it. I was feeling even more
hot and horny. This I couldn't understand, but by now I was beyond caring. I needed to be fucked by that cock so badly I didn't care, but he didn't continue. He just kept on teasing me. Opening up my sphincter more and telling me,
"You will become a trained hungry pussy boy."
After a while, he told me to open my eyes.
"Show your master's cock your love."
I proceeded to do that immediately. I licked his cock, kissed it, and sucked it. I used both my hands to service him. One on the base of his cock like before stroking it, the other one on his balls, gently cupping and tugging on them. He told me to slow down a bit. I slowed down my pace and concentrated on giving him pleasure. I was realizing then that I was eager to give my best effort. If this was my one time shot of sucking cock. I was going to make sure I did it right. Now I was his cocksucker and this made my own cock hard, the underside was rubbing against the bed which I gently humped a little.
"Yeah, boy, that's it. That's it!"
I loved the taste of his pre-cum. I loved the smell of his cock. I loved how wide his cock was around my hand. I loved how loose his balls were. He started humping my head. Slowly at first but getting faster and deeper and his breathing was also getting deeper. I could feel he was getting close so I doubled up my efforts. His cock now slick with spit and pre-cum. I tried taking more of his meat in my mouth without choking. My Master's balls were contracting.
"Oh fuck, fuck!"
he exclaimed and held my head down as he humped my face. I tried to keep calm. Knowing that this shouldn't take forever but I was gagging anyway. He didn't care anyway and kept banging my face like a piston. The large head hitting me deep in my throat. My teeth was probably rubbing against his cock but he didn't notice anymore. My Master's thrusts slowed down and he was withdrawing further out with each thrust allowing me enough space to breathe.
"Thank you, Sir, for feeding me your cum,"
I said after both of us had regained our breath. I felt weird, but it felt like the right thing to say.
"You're welcome, boy. I think you have just released the cock-sucker in you."
He slid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I rested my head on his nice powerful chest. I listened to his breathing, his heartbeat. I gently played with his cock while my own, though hadn't cummed yet, was limp like his cock. It didn't matter to me at that point. It felt like I had orgasmed just as he did. I felt like I shot my load just as his cum shot down my throat. We stayed like that for a long time. I relaxed and felt great, I almost fell asleep. Eventually, he rolled out of bed but told me to say where I was. I could hear him cleaning up, dressing up, putting things back in his rucksack. He told me to count down a series of numbers before getting out of bed. He also said that he would be waiting for an email from me with a report of what I felt and thought about my experience that day. I said I would do as he told me and with that I heard him walk out of the room, closing the door behind him. I counted from hundred till zero as a good slave boy.
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