I first saw him standing at the end of my road, an out of
the way back street in a large northern town. He had baggy trackies and a black
T shirt on. His trainers were a bit mucky but not falling to bits. His hair was
quite long, dirty blond curtains that swept the sides of his face. I guessed he
was about 19 or 20.
As I walked by him he looked straight in my eyes, holding
the gaze steadily. I chucked my head up, as you do with someone you recognise
but don’t yet know. His response was to slowly run his hand over his crotch. A
come-on if ever I saw one.
I stopped. “You busy?”
“Nah, wot you have in mind?”
“Coffee?”
“Yeah. OK”
We walked the last few yards to my house, a respectable two
bedroom mid terrace. I opened the door and he waited for me to enter. As I closed
the door behind me I turned to see he was standing there, hands behind his
back, head bowed. I could see a bulge in his grey tracksuit bottoms, starting
to tent the fabric. I walked round him, admiring what I could see of his ass.
The waistband sagging slightly at the back so I could see he had boxers on that
had not come from Primark. Maybe the overall look of him was calculated.
I just happened to have one of my slave collars on the
coffee table and I watched as his eyes fell upon it.
“Do you have a dog?” he asked.
“No” I said “it is not for a dog”
He looked up at me, hope in his eyes. “Please Sir …”
He didn’t need to say anything further. We understood each
other. I looked down to see his cock pushing the fabric of his trackies out in
front of him, a slight damp patch starting to show.
I put the collar round his throat, making sure it was snug
without restricting his breathing. As I pushed the end of the strap through the
D ring he looked up at me and I could tell from his eyes that here was a complete
submissive willing to do anything I asked.
He was quivering slightly as I backed away and just looked
at my new plaything. He waited expectantly for further orders.
“Take your top off” I wanted to see the body that was under
the scruffy clothing. All in one go he lifted his T short up and over his head.
He dropped it to the floor and waited.
“Now your shoes and socks” He quickly removed them and stood
barefoot. His hands lingered round the top of his trackies waiting for the
instruction to drop them. But that was not my plan. I reached down behind a
cushion on the sofa and retrieved a pair of leather wrist straps I sometimes
left there just in case. I swiftly cuffed his hands together and secured them
to the D ring on the collar. He was at my mercy now. His excited trembling
increased.
I put my face up close to his and whispered in his ear “Are
you ready to do as you are told? Unquestioning?”
“Yes, sir, but I have to tell you I have never done this
before”
“Never served a Master?”
“No, sir, not done anything with a guy. I am a virgin.
Sorry, sir” Just my type! This was going to be fun
As I held his throat with one hand the other eased his
trousers down. His boxer clad cock sprang up in his pants. It was bigger than I
anticipated and his pants were now soaked with pre-cum.
I spun him round and bent him over the back of the sofa. One
hand on his back held him down while the other pulled his trackies and boxers
all the way down. His peachy ass was at face level and I couldn’t resist
sliding my tongue up the slightly moist crack. He gasped.
I removed the last of his clothing and spread his legs, his
virgin hole pulsed as his imagination came up with scenarios for what would
happen next. My tongue probed further this time, pushing hard against his
sphincter until it relaxed and I could get a finger into his tight hole. His
legs automatically spread even further as he invited me into his virginal
sanctum.
As I gently stroked his prostate a moan came from his lips.
I had hit the spot. I reached round and my hand was wet. His pre-cum was now a
torrent.
“Master, I may not be able to prevent myself cumming soon”
I removed my finger, pulled him up by his hair and jerked
his head back so his open mouth gaped. I licked his lips and he automatically
sucked on my tongue. That was enough for now.
I took him upstairs where I blindfolded him. I wanted him to
concentrate on what I was going to do to his willing body rather than be
distracted by the room.
His cock was throbbing, rock hard. The foreskin eased back
to expose the head which was still slimed with thick pre-cum and dripping down
the shaft in a very inviting way.
He stood there waiting, swaying slightly.
“Spread your legs” He obediently moved his feet.
I knelt before him and ran my hand up his left leg towards
his swollen balls. He was completely shaved so my hand met no resistance. As I
touched his ball sac he jumped a little, obviously no-one had ever been there.
I used a finger to trace the outline of his cum heavy testes; up the centre and
around the orbs. Then it was round the bottom and venturing back over the
perineum. He arched his back. He wanted that prostate massage again. But he
would have to wait.
I leant in and ran my tongue up between his balls and slowly
climbed the shaft. His exclamations of delight increasing as I neared the
throbbing helmet. I licked the pre-cum up as I went until I got to the head. It
bounced and throbbed in anticipation.
I had a beautiful mouthful of pre-cum. I stood up, pulled
his head back and dribbled the delicious sex juice into his mouth. I put my
lips on his and he automatically stuck his tongue in my mouth and licked out
the last drop.
I sat him on the bed and lay him back. His cock throbbed up
across his stomach, his legs spread.
I unshackled his hands from the collar and tied them up to
the ropes attached to my bedhead. Next I strapped his ankles into leather
restraints, coupled them with a wooden spreader and lifted his legs up to be
tied with the same ropes that held his wrists. His ass, legs spread, was open
and available to me for whatever use I wanted.
I knew that he loved anal play so I knew that my tongue
would relax him, and so it was. I got out the lube and used a little to get my
hard cock ready for action. Kneeling between his legs I gently pushed my cock
up against his virgin hole and was surprised when he relaxed enough for me to
slide right in on first go. I leaned into him and my cock probed deeper and
deeper, he moaned more and more with pleasure. I started to rhythmically work
his ass, faster and faster. His cock was throbbing fit to burst.
“Sir, I can’t hold back any longer. Please may I cum?”
How could I refuse?
“Very well, boy” He immediately unleashed a torrent of hot
creamy cum which covered his stomach and chest. I carried on fucking him. I
wasn’t finished just yet. As he finished cumming I could feel his ass muscles
contracting making me even hornier. I pounded him harder. His cock was still
very hard and the last globules of cum oozed out of the head. I was getting
closer.
As my cock moved in and out of his tight hole I played with
his erection, his balls jumping around like Mexican beans.
I could feel myself orgasming. Just as I spurted deep inside
him he came again. Nowhere near as much as last time but still enough to flood
over the sides of his stomach. I was impressed and ran a finger through the vast amount of jizz on his body. The
finger went straight into his mouth.
It was time to clean up. I untied his ankles and got a towel
to wipe him down. His cock was still semi hard and jerked around as I cleaned
him up. As I went down between his legs he automatically spread them as wide as
he could.
Eventually I untied him and took off the blindfold.
“Thank you, Sir” He leaned towards me and kissed me tenderly
“Can I come back again?”
“Of course. Any time”
“I will. My name is Jon, by the way”
I took him downstairs and let him get dressed, his cock
still almost hard.
I am sure he will be back.
(c) The Master
