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Master Jonathan Chapter 5
By Ralph Tolano
Dear Dr. Macguire,
My master has told me to write to you and tell you about my experiences and how I came to be a part of his harem. He said you were doing research and needed some case histories to use in your work. I will try to give you as much as I can about how I came to be a part of his stable and I will use the same kind of language we use here in the residence to try and give you a better flavor of what it is like for me, and indeed for all of us.
I guess I should start at the beginning. Until I met Master Jonathan (Daddy), I was a normal heterosexual male who hadn't spent a lot of time thinking too much about my sexual orientation. I am 48 and was divorced about 8 years ago from my wife. I have two sons, 26 and 28 who are both lawyers. Our divorce was for the usual intangible reasons. We were bored, we didn't get along all that well, and both of us simply wanted our freedom. After we split up I had any number of affairs with younger women but it really wasn't something I went after with any zeal. If the woman was available, so was I, otherwise, I couldn't be much bothered.
Looking back, it is obvious now that some urge inside me was never tapped. I know when I got around strong,
confident, hairy men, who didn't feel the need to prove themselves I was at my most comfortable. I didn't recognize it as sexual feelings, but just a sense of ease and serenity. I also recall once seeing a porn flick with a strong dominant male fucking a young submissive girl and it got me very aroused. In fact, I came in my pants without touching myself. What I denied to myself at the time, but is now a clear memory, was that I was identifying more with the girl than with the man. I wanted to be her, not him.
Anyway, it was a year ago that I met Daddy. I was working as a in-ground pool design engineer and making very good money, but I was bored with my life.
The constant refrain going through my head was that line "is that all there is." While I sensed something was missing, I didn't know what it was.
Daddy was in the process of expanding his compound and had a meeting with all of us who were going to play different parts in the final project. We met out by his residence pool which is where he always conducts business. When I was first escorted to the meeting area he walked over and shook my hand. His gaze was piercing, as if he was absorbing everything about me through my eyes. Perhaps he was. He held my hand a little bit longer than most men hold a handshake, but rather than feel uncomfortable, I wanted him to hold it forever.
He was wearing a pair of mid thigh tight spandex swimming trunks which were totally inappropriate for a man of his size and paunch, yet he somehow pulled it off. Tucked down his leg was a nice thick piece of man cock, nestled against what was obviously a heavy ball sack. I found myself occasionally glancing at his package for reasons I could not understand at the time. At this meeting and all subsequent meetings he had me sit next to him, and would frequently reach across and grip my thigh when he was trying to make a point about some construction issue.
At the end of that first meeting he managed to engage me in a conversation making me the last to leave. When he escorted me to the door he told me he looked forward to our next meeting. Then he told me I had a lot of internal struggles to work out and he would help me with those. I didn't get a chance to ask what he meant because he said goodbye and left me at the door.
At the next meeting I was once again seated next to him and he once again had on the same revealing spandex bathing suit. I was finding myself looking at his cock more and more. One time I looked up from gazing at his cock and realized he had been observing me for a while. I turned several shades of red and he simply gave me a barely perceptible nod, which I understood to mean, "it's ok to look, you can't it."
Later I looked again and this time he made himself get an erection while I was staring at it. In case you are not aware, Daddy is capable of giving himself an erection at will. When I saw the thickness and length of his cock as it spread down his leg I got my own erection. I felt immediately strange and the thought crossed my mind "I am a fag," but then I dismissed the thought and attributed my arousal to the sexual tension from his boldness.
Before I continue, I must point out that Daddy's cock is perhaps the most beautiful one that ever was. It is about 8 to 9 inches in length, veiny, beautifully shiny and taught, with a big purple mushroom head that is perfectly proportioned to its thickness. Under the tight spandex I could see most of the beauty of it outlined against the taught fabric. I know now, that I wanted desperately to touch it, to suck on it, to feel it buried deep inside my yearning rectum, filling me with hot cum. At the time, I wouldn't allow such thoughts to cross my mind. Daddy would later open my mind and let me accept a lot of feelings I had resisted till then.
We had two more meetings with Daddy and at each one I found myself more and more drawn to him. I would be excited with anticipation the morning of the meeting but didn't know exactly why. One morning just before I left home I masturbated furiously and sprayed cum all over myself, subconsciously wishing it was his seed.
At the last meeting we held he had me stay back and told me he wanted to show me something. We went to his bedroom so he could show me a framed drawing of the compound expansion as he envisioned it. He stood very close to me as he pointed out the different features he was incorporating into the new structure.
I was pointing at something in the drawing when he asked me how long I had been divorced. I told him 7 years, but asked him how he knew I had ever been married. He took my right hand and showed me how my ring finger was slightly thinner at the base, the result of years of wearing a ring I was slowly outgrowing. He told me he liked to study people and those were the little things that told so much. Then he told me he also thought I was covering some deep seated sexual urges which was causing me stress I was not aware of.
I got a little cocky and asked him whatever gave him that idea. In a most serious and almost stern way he told me I was constantly looking at his cock and that when he got himself hard for my benefit he had seen signs of lust in my eyes. I tried to dismiss it but he grabbed my arm and told me he knew what he was seeing and didn't like to be challenged. I was somewhat stunned and a little frightened, but also feeling that sense of arousal I felt every morning before coming to meet him.
Then he made the move that changed everything. He held my gaze for what seemed like hours but was certainly only seconds, and he said "Brad, I am going to fuck you."
My initial thought was that he meant it in a slang sort of way as in "I am going to screw you over," but I think deep down inside I knew what he meant. But, I played the fool, and said "what do you mean?"
He squeezed my arm harder and said, "you know exactly what I mean. I am going to shove my cock up inside your tight ass and fuck you. What part of that is so hard to understand."
I knew at that instant I was going to let him fuck me.
But, years of conditioning in avoiding what I wanted sexually took over and I pulled back, telling him I thought it was time to go. His arm held my grip. He actually pulled me closer and told me leaving would be the biggest mistake I would ever make. I told him I was not gay and he got angry. He said to me "you are one of those stupid people who decides what's right for them based on labels. Right now you want me to fuck you so bad it is killing you. You can feel something stirring deep down at the base of your cock you haven't felt in a long, long time. Stay, Brad. Stay and let me free you of all your hang-ups and fears. All you have to do is obey me for one night and I will give you freedom."
I pulled back once more and tried to break away from his grip. He pulled his hand back and slapped my on the side of the face twice, hard. I stood there stunned. He then let me have it and said "You stupid bitch, I am not asking you to stay, I am telling you. You want my cock and you have been craving it since the first time you met me. You want me to rape you, to take you and turn you into a submissive fucktoy for other men. You want so desperately to surrender. I have seen it hundreds of times. Normally, I let bitches like you make the choice to leave or stay, but I'm not giving you that choice. You either submit to me right now, or I will rape you right here in the floor. Which is it going to be"
I surrendered. I looked at him and said, "ok, I'll submit" I stepped over a line that moment from which I have never stepped back nor regretted.
He then made me strip, and as I took off my clothes he looked and touched and commented about my body. Then he stood in front of me and started to fondle my cock as he looked directly into my eyes. Then he gave me the rules that every one of his new bitches get just before he fucks them. He told me he was completely in charge. I had no say in what was going to happen next. He told me I would certainly get extreme pleasure from his breeding, but that was secondary to his pleasure. He also told me if I hesitated for one second on any command, punishment would be quick. The more he talked the more aroused I became. By the time he was through explaining my new role, my cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum all down his leg.
I have never kissed a man, and this was the best kissing I ever experienced. His tongue is extraordinarily long and he slid it to the back of my throat and slid it around to the point I almost gagged. He breathed into my mouth so I was taking his exhaled breath into my lungs. It was a symbolic but deeply moving gesture that he could even decide what air I could breath.
When he sat down and put his cock in my mouth it felt more natural to me than any pussy I have ever eaten. In less than thirty minutes he taught me how to suck cock and take it down my throat like an expert. He let me gag only once, then the second time he slapped me on the face and called me a "a lazy bitch." It was humiliating but acutely arousing. Eventually, I listened to his instructions and ignored my own body's signals and was able to take his cock deep in my throat.
When he first entered me it was an incredibly painful experience. Had he stopped and let me go at that point I doubt I would ever have allowed another cock in my pussy. But, he held on to me and kept his cock planted deep inside me. I was literally skewered by his manhood and couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. I laid there for a long time till the pain eased.
The fullness of his thick cock in my cunt went from painful, to acceptable, to comfortable, to intensely erotic over a period of about 30 minutes. Once my cock got hard he knew I had reached the stage where I was ready to be fucked. He told me he would be fucking me for several hours and I don't think it registered in my mind how long that can be. He is a man of his word.
He fucked me in every conceivable position and made me cum countless times. I would tell him I was going to cum and he would simply give my ass a couple of really hard slaps and tell me to just cum and to stop making a production out of it. He called my orgasms nothing more than wasted byproduct of the breeding process. One would think being humiliated and treated like one is worthless would be hurtful. In fact, every time he would do that I would cum harder. There was something intensely arousing about being used as his fucktoy.
He is a very verbal master. He loves to talk to his bitches and humiliate them while he pounds his heavy meat in and out of their cunts. That first night he would push his cock deep inside me and then tell me my I was his slut whore, he'd describe how good his cock felt wrapped in the walls of a fag's sloppy cunt. He would slap my ass and tell me I was only good to be used as a place to dump his cum. He would make me tell him I was a worthless cunt and wanted to drink his hot piss (he loves water sports but saves it for another place because he doesn't like to get urine in the bed. I'll tell you about that in another letter).
I was liberated by what I said. Saying it put out there where it couldn't be denied and the more base my words, the hotter I felt.
Finally, we had fucked in every conceivable position. My pussy was raw but still excited. He put me on my back, hooked my legs over his arms and put his cock back inside me. Then he started to have his own orgasm. I don't know if it is normal to feel a man cumming inside your rectum, but with Daddy there is so much cum it is more like an enema. Most of his bitches cum when he shoots them full of cum. The first big eruption from his cock took my breath away, the second started me building to an orgasm, and the third one made cum. I was in the middle of the orgasm when he pulled his cum coated cock out of my cunt and shoved it in my mouth. I was cumming so hard myself that I couldn't focus on my breathing or swallowing and when the big thick squirt of hot sperm filled my mouth I gagged on it and pulled my head away. Cum came running out the side of my mouth and down my cheek. The next big eruption caught me by surprise and I managed to swallow some of it, but the next and final shot hit directly into the back of my throat and it made me feel like I was drowning. I jerked his cock out of my mouth and a small stray squirt laid a long rope across my nose and up to my forehead.
He stood up and told me to clean up and climb into the other bed. I did the best I could and when I moved to get off the bed I let go with a long thick squirt of cum out my pussy. He told me to expel all of it off on the bed and the staff would clean it up the next day. When I finally got it all off me it looked like someone had spilled an entire bottle of hot ranch dressing all over the bed. It was a slippery, smelly mess.
Once cleaned up he took me to the other bed. He pulled me into him and played gently with my cock as I laid there in a dream state. He talked softly to me and I listened. I sensed he was still completely in charge and didn't like his bitches treating him like an equal. Later, he slipped a couple of fingers deep inside my cunt and gently massaged my prostate. It didn't bring me to orgasm but relaxed me and loosened the tight feeling behind my balls, the result of so many orgasms. I drifted off to sleep.
I have been with him ever since. There are 26 of us in the harem right now, and that number changes. Every few weeks we get a chance to spend the night with him and it is what we all wait for. Coming back to the stable the next morning, smelling of daddy and dripping his seed out your pussy is the best feeling in the world. Everyone looks at you with envy and the rest of the day is spent telling everyone how good he fucked you, and perhaps even relating some new position he put you in.