Hello again, It's been awhile since I last wrote and a lot has happened since my last note. When last we talked, my senior Master had proposed to me and was planning to move north to be closer to me geographically but it was not meant to be. Tragically, he was killed in a car crash only weeks before his planned move. I was devastated and spent months in a daze. Only recently have I begun to feel less aching pain in my heart but that is not the reason for this letter. Remember my Master's friend whom he "sold" me to for a day? Well, only 3 weeks after my former Master's funeral he began calling me asking for a date! I told him it was too soon but also remembered his aggresive sexuality and smooth mushroom-headed cock. Finally, after 3 months, I relented and agreed to meet him at his hotel on his next visit to Boston. We met in the hotel's bar, both in suit and tie, looking very sharp and turning each other on with our fine clothes and seductive conversation. When we rode the elevator to his room, we held hands like romantic teens and as soon as we closed his room's door, our lips were locked in a deep kiss. After gaining control of himself, he ordered me to strip and I did so. "Display" he said and I assumed the submissive at-attention stance preferred by dominant men for their "boys". Groping my exposed flesh greedily, he licked my tits and slapped my ass cheeks with glee. Then, kneading my ass with both hands, he said, "At last, this fine ass is MINE!". Pulling me by the ear lobe across the room, he ordered me to kneel as he sat in a chair. Dropping his suit pants and undies to his ankles, he rubbed his huge genitalia all across my face. "Get ready for some cocksuckin' boy, cause you're a right fine suck!" And soon my mouth was a captive but willing receptacle for his throbbing hot cock. I sucked him voraciously and he moned with delight as his first load squirted down my throat. Spent, he moved me to the bed where I laid perpendicular to him so he could finger my ass while I licked his balls and rimmed his hole with my tongue. His cock eventually rose to erection once more and he had me on all fours for mounting. The huge mushroom-head of his beet-red cock burned as it penetrated my sphincter but soon he was riding me like a bronco, squealing and howling with delight in his "victory" of fucking me at long last. Ejaculating into my ass, he fell back on the bed and fell asleep. I took advantage of this "downtime" to take a nice shower and use some mouthwash too. When he awoke, he tied me up and took some photos of me in various bondage positions, some with his cock in my mouth. While I was still bound tightly, he laid beside me on the bed and jerked me off while sucking on my nipples. After I came, he untied me and ordered me to get cleaned up and I did so. Telling me to get dressed up again in my suit and tie outfit, he explained that I was now his "boy", that my former Master had bequeathed me to him in his secret "Master's Will" that had been read at a private S&M club in Florida that they both belonged to. He told me that to accept these terms and conditions I need only lick his cockhead once and then suck him until he came in my mouth. What can I say?
I lowered my head and went to work.
More in October, love, Heywood