Mastered by Don Algo
Ch. 1 I Meet my Master
I first met the man who was to be my Master at a party thrown by a gay friend. I was not gay, at least, so I thought. However, Ron had been a friend since secondary school, and I felt I couldn't refuse him. Ron introduced me to Gary, I don't remember on what pretext. I guessed him to be nearly 40. He held my hand firmly and stroked it with an incredible sensuality. His eyes looked deeply into mine, and commanded submission. To my bewilderment he gave me the feeling that subordination was my destiny and that I would gladly submit to him.
I was to learn that he never took no for an answer, that what he could not obtain by persuasion he would take by force. He once told me, "I did not receive you as a gift, nor did I pay a price for you. I found you in the gutter and picked you up, cleaned you off, and made you mine." I quietly acquiesced to his claim.
At that party he played his hand close to his chest, not overtly pursuing me, but by a glance here, another there, ensuring that I would become fascinated, that I would want him to approach me. It was almost hypnotic. After about 90 minutes he brushed past me in the crowd, and I felt his hand fondle my ass cheeks. I was so stunned that I spilt my wine on the carpet. Gary sprung to my `aid', grabbed a cloth, and told me to wipe it up. I was instantly docile and obedient, and during the whole operation he kept so close to me, I could drink in the odour of his body. I was intoxicated.
By the end of the evening he had invited me to his flat, located two floors above the party flat. He led me by the hand, and, entranced by his perfect manhood, I gladly surrendered. Once in his apartment he served me a strong licquer, and quizzed me about my life, my background, my aspirations, my sexual life. The fact that I was a virgin brought a sparkle to his eyes, as did the fact that I was alone in the world and looking for work. To tell the truth I felt like I was being interviewed for a job, which in reality I was! He pressed upon me another couple of drinks, which he was able to hold, but I was not, and I was sozzled. The whole world seemed like an exotic, erotic dream. Here I was at the feet of a perfect man in a luxury apartment. Then he stripped to the waist, and I was swept by a wild feeling of wanting and willing to indulge my sexual appetite to the full.
He was very intimate with me at this point. He commented on my "sweet boyhood beauty", assuring me that I was worth a hundred girls. Then he suggested I take off my sweat shirt, and proceeded to do that for me, lightly fondling my nipples as he did so. Again I was drunk with the perfume of his manhood. I threw caution to the wind, and reached down to touch his trousers and feel the outline of his cock. I was later to learn that such an act was forbidden to me, except when invited to do so, but for the present he was prepared to permit me, until I was snared.
He treated me tenderly. "Donnie," he said, "I am going to show you my pride and joy, would you like to see that?" I sensed he was referring to his penis, and nodded my head excitedly. He immediately dropped his trousers. He had no underwear on.
I gasped as his perfectly formed penis sprung free. I had often seen cocks in the showers at the gym, but never anything like this, strong, long, and thick. Like its owner, it commanded submission and obedience, but also it offered love. I knew from that moment it would have my love for the rest of my life. Gary invited me to stroke it. I felt as though royalty had invited me to a garden party at the palace, in order to give me the ultimate accolade.
I nervously reached forward toward his knob. Gary took my hand and firmly directed me to its destiny, a destiny that was to have many experiences, and many consequences. I ran my fingers up and down his rod. He suggested I grasp it with my whole palm and fingers, and slowly masturbate it. I was thrilled to do this, since I knew how to do it to myself. Soon I was down on my knees, fondling his ball sac with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. His fingers passed through my hair, and stroked my chin. "Good boy, good boy, Donnie," he said, "Keep your hold firm, not loose." Instinctively, as pre-cum oozed from his rod, I scooped it onto my fingers and tasted it. Gary chortled with laughter. He had not expected that. "Good boy," he almost screamed, "you are learning fast. Soon you will become a cock-sucker!" I shook my head. "I don't think so, Gary," I said, "I've never done anything like that."
At that he reached down, lifted me bodily into the air, and put my thighs across his shoulders. With my heels resting against his back his face came into full contact with my crotch. I gurgled with delight at that exquisite sensation. Seeing I liked it he quickly moved to my cock, tongued it and my ball sac, licking all around. Having wet my sac, he took one of my balls in his mouth and sucked it gently. I could have swooned with delight, and he could tell by my gasps of pleasure that he was winning me over.
Now he carried me into his bedroom, laid me on the bed and continued his work on my cock, while watching the gasping contortions of my face. I was delirious as he now took my cock and began washing it, licking, kissing, sucking it. Soon it seemed as though my whole cock were in his mouth and he consumed it, covering it with his saliva.
With one hand he fondled my balls, with the other he began to explore my butt, whilst his mouth masturbated my cock. I had never had such a sensation of licentious sex. My personal cock fondling and masturbation was altogether trivial compared with this strong man's gentle but firm work. "Gary, I love it," I whispered. "I know," he said, "and we've only just begun. Surrender yourself to me little one, and you will remember this night for the rest of your life." I surrendered myself, but was astonished when a few seconds later something touched, massaged, then pierced my sphincter.
I gasped loudly. "Relax," he said, "relax my little love." I soon realised it was his finger which had penetrated me, and then it began to move inside me. I continued, gasping, moaning, squealing, fluctuating between slight feelings of pain and yet of intense delight. This man, this strong, masculine man was absorbing my body, taking me over, liberating me from my apprehensions and inhibitions. Very soon I was near to cumming. "I'm gonna shoot," I said. "Let it cum, Donnie, let it cum." And a few seconds later it `cum', squirting so much, so very much, such as I never dreamed possible.
Now he folded me into his masculine frame. I felt like a child again, and nestled into him, longing for his love. He kissed me in several parts, and then softly crooned, in a not unpleasant voice, Paul Robeson's lullaby, "O, my baby, my curly-headed baby." It was the first time anyone had ever sung me a lullaby, and I felt that this man, this powerful, titanic man, truly loved me.
If you enjoyed this story please let me know. This could be treated as a one-off. Do you think I should develop it? I have ideas for other stories, some of which are fairly well developed. Catch me at email: donalgo7@hotmail.com