When Master Calls (4)
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Master was reclining on the bed, He'd given permission for me to approach any part of His body and show my devotion in any way i chose; this was a rare privilege but i knew exactly what i wanted without hesitation. For nearly half an hour earlier i had been on my knees servicing Master's cock and His awesome balls. Master hadn't showered yet this morning and His body had that authentic male scent which drives me crazy when in His presence The smell -especially of his uncut cock - had been intoxicating of course, but for me there's nothing, nothing at all which surpasses the smell of Master's armpits and i dove forward to bury my head in His gloriously ripe, hairy left pit. There was a glistening of sweat and my tongue eagerly darted out to lick it up, long luscious slurps as I greedily licked upwards trying to take in every bead of musty man-sweat, wanting to spend as much time as possible in that sacred cavity, a place in which I always feel safe and protected - under Master's arm.
Master's kindness is a source of such wonder; that morning He had called me to come to Him early and at first i had disappointed Him in not being able to take the full force of His arm in bringing down the riding crop across my arse. After only 20 strokes i had begged Him to stop. Of course Master never forces me beyond my will and He stopped immediately. I wanted to please Him and was extra attentive in obeying the orders which followed, placing my right nipple in His mouth for Him to chew. He chewed and sucked and grazed with his teeth until my nipple felt electrically charged, the sensitivity at such times makes me feel so alive and so connected to master -- my pain becomes exquisite delight and He is thrilled that i am giving Him so much, so much trust and so much of my being in that moment. As He works on my tit i am filled entirely with the act, and i think of nothing else but pleasing Him; i am fulfilled in making this gift, my gift of subservience to His will Today i was to offer a new gift, though i did not yet know it. After prolonged work on my nipples Master drew me in for a close embrace and told me how pleased He was with my offering, i glowed with pride and He then put His tongue in my mouth for a passionate kiss. Master's arms drew round my neck as He ended the kiss and He began to speak, quietly and with such authority and calm. "You will lie on the floor, on your back, your legs will be wide apart. I am going to kick your balls." I froze with fear. "What is the problem boy?" "It will hurt Master, please Master, please don't." As i said the words i foresaw His response. "Don't you want to please me?" "But of course Master, i only want to please you - at all times." "So?" "Please Master, please i don't think i can take it" The truth of course is that i had complete choice: should i refuse Master would accept; the truth also is that Master had abused my balls before, with His hands and his knee. But He also knew that my limits could sometimes be pushed. "So you will be happy to disappoint me? Don't you understand that I would never do anything which I didn't think you could bear, I know how much you can take and as your master I care about you. I am surprised by your reluctance and lack of trust. It will just be one kick and I'm not even wearing shoes." "Please Master i want so much to please you and i trust you totally. Please Master, kick my balls! Kick me in the balls Master, please! Master's face spread into a wide grin. "Prepare yourself, keep those legs wide apart." Instinctively my legs had moved closer together, i couldn't help myself. "Arms and legs wide apart, in an X formation, NOW!" I began to perspire, my breathing was fast and shallow. Like a small child i began to whimper pathetically. But i concentrated on keeping my limbs as far apart as possible, vulnerable, flat on the carpet, looking up at Master who was towering above me at my feet. He ordered me to keep my eyes open, not to flinch and to shut up, i was to take the kick without moving or making a sound. The sight of Master standing so tall was magnificent, i gazed up from His firm legs to His ball sac and cock, marvelling at his manly power, then up again to his hairy chest. But it was also a fearful sight, i knew what pleasure He would gain and how gleefully He would take it. In a flash it was done, i writhed and squealed unable to believe it had hurt so much and then curled myself into a ball at Master's feet, crying out an apology for my feeble response while the agony radiated in all directions from my bollocks. Immediately Master was on the floor with me, calm as always, praising His boy for being so good. "Hold on to me, boy. There, there, you are a good boy, well done, the pain will soon ease." I clung around His waist, holding Him close as possible, gripping tightly to gain strength from His presence and calm, as Master patted my head, stroked my neck and then tenderly kissed my forehead. My body was suffused with a deep pleasure, pride even, emanating from the knowledge i had pleased Master and that His pleasure was physically manifest in the pain i felt: the passion, my gift "You may hold my cock, focus on it and hold on to it; gain strength." I gratefully reached out to Master's rigid cock,, held it with my right hand and moved my face closer to it, contemplating how it too had a hold over me. And i wanted to be there, close to it,always. "Time to leave, boy." As I raised myself from the floor, slowly and carefully - still tender and sore - Master grabbed my briefs from the chair. He held them in front of himself and began to masturbate quickly, soon spewing a massive load of his seed into my underpants. Gently he helped me to put them on, puling up each leg so the soaked fabric caressed my thighs, my arse crack and my aching balls. The sensation was unbelievably erotic, the precious jism beginning to cool and dribble around my skin: Sir's gift to me for my homeward journey. That night I slept with those white jockey briefs on my pillow, proud and grateful, intoxicated by the musty odour of Master's man-seed. When Master next calls i will be ready to obey.