Blindfold

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We had been chatting for a while, feeling each other out, seeing what we liked and disliked. A simple online hook up with only body pictures to show. That's how we both wanted it. All I knew of your body was its stocky firmness with light smattering of black chest hair and you of mine was its svelte smoothness. I hungered after your picture for who knows how long when you finally took it upon yourself to end the casual lusting.

"I want to use your body like the little bitch you are boy. I want to feel your mouth sliding up and down my cock. I want to twist those nipples till you beg me to stop. I want to spank that perk ass of yours till its red then shove my cock up your ass till I explode then wipe your ass slime and cum all over your face."

I stared at the message for days. Jacked off to it ever night since then. I was timid. I wasn't sure how to respond and I so wanted you to do that and so much more. My cock was instantly hard the first time I read it and stayed hard every time I thought about it. I knew I had to respond but wasn't sure what the proper response would be to show my willingness.

I typed the message so many times, my fingers trembling as I did. Each time the message was so inadequate for what you deserved. I finally settled on a simple one. "I am willing and able to serve as you wish, sir. I apologize for the tardiness for the response. I could not think of an appropriate response for a man of your caliber. Please, forgive the infraction."

You were not as lax in your response. "Be more prompt in your responses in future for me to know that you are serious, boy. I will decide if your response is appropriate or not and correct you if it is not. Understood? I do not play games, boy. I know what I want and what I like to do. If you cannot commit to an audition then do not waste my time."

I knew the message I sent showed my naivety my ignorance of the lifestyle. "Audition, sir? I'm sorry I am fairly new to all this though I have been on the site for some time. Most of the guys on here that have messaged me prior have been spammers or more talk than actions. I am definitely interested in actually being trained and used, I'm not sure what it requires of me for you though, sir."

A day later you responded. My message obviously had you thinking second thoughts about me. I was scared that I had turned you off to me. My heart fell. I had almost given up hope when you finally responded. I was scared to open the message. Had you rejected me, had you accepted me? I bit my lip and read.

"Good to know your skill level, boy. I apologize for the timing of this message, I was otherwise preoccupied and wanted to ponder on your servitude. I will accept you for an application for audition. This is a one chance meeting showing me your willingness to submit to me. Prior to that you must entice me on line and follow instructions I give you prior to our meeting. You will also send me what you are willing and not willing to do, any hard limits (things you won't do) and soft limits (things you are hesitant to try but will with restrictions.) I also want a list of things that you have done and want to do. I look forward to your response. Take your time, but not too much."

I thought about it hard and long. It was hard to decide what I would do, what I might and what I definitely wouldn't do. "Sir," I began, "I will be willing to suck, to get fucked to worship your cock and balls, to be tied up, blindfolded, have my bodied teased, my ass spanked. I know that isn't much but I haven't done much more. I am also okay with light slapping of my face and body, nothing that hurts or leaves a mark. I am also okay with toys, but not extremely large ones. I am curious about water sports, I'm not sure what else there is. I definitely am not into smells or eating nasty ass or scat or the like. Sounding scares me and so does body modification and mummification."

I waited nervously for your response. I wanted you to want me to serve you so bad. I checked my messages every few minutes. The minutes dragged on into hours and finally a response from you right before bed. "Very good, boy. I understand your lack of experience and respect your limits. I too do not enjoy smells or leaving marks on a boy. I will come up with a scene for your first audition. Are you free this coming Friday?"

"Yes, sir." I responded immediately eagerly, joy and lust flowing through me. Friday was two days away and I couldn't wait for my orders for our first encounter. I knew I would do my best to please to make it to the second audition. I had to. "I get home from work around 6."

It was only seconds later her responded. "I will have instructions for you tomorrow evening. Your limits and safety will be respected. Send me your address before you go to bed. Sleep well and no masturbation until I give you permission to climax."

"Fuck." I thought. I was hard as steel. My balls were aching with release, but I had to obey. It was in my nature. "I will obey, sir. Good night." With that I sent my address

In bed my mind wondered at the things that would be done to me, things I would do to my master at his command. I long to touch myself, stroke myself, purge myself of the flood of lust that my balls held, but I stood strong and eventually fell asleep, frustrated. I would not disappoint before our first meeting. I almost forgot when I awoke and I slowly stroked my morning hard on.

It was the longest Thursday known to man. Being told you can't do something makes you want to do it more. In the car, during lunch, in the bathroom, even at my desk. I found my mind wondering about the audition and coming up with very imaginative things that we would do. It was everything I could do not to break down and squeeze out disobedience, but I remained strong.

I ate by my computer staring waiting for my instructions. I kept staring at the page almost forgetting the fact I still needed to shower and get ready for bed. Still no instructions after my shower. "Fuck." I thought. "He's flaking on me." I was about to resolve to break his rule when I heard the familiar beep of an incoming message.

My heart leaped and my cock throbbed as I read the message. "Hello, boy. I have thought hard on our agenda for tomorrow. The entire time should be an hour or so. You will be clean inside and out awaiting me on your knees in a jock blindfolded. If you do not have a jock wear something that will cover your cock but allow me easy access to your ass. Have the television tuned to channel eight and the front door unlocked. I will arrive around seven forty five.

The first part will test your ability to follow instructions. I will inspect you and your dwellings. Then we will commence on your ability to follow instructions. You will not see my face until you have earned the right. Each accomplishment will grant you a reward. Have condoms and lube ready if I decide to penetrate you. Do well and I'll allow you to climax. Be prepared to be used for my needs and desire. Respond back with your consent to this."

It didn't take a minute for me to respond back. I wanted it so badly. "Yes, sir. I will be ready, clean, fresh, blindfolded in my jock for you with the proper channel on. I eagerly await the moment to serve you and show you that I am serious. I will have condoms and lube ready for you and the bed opened if you chose to use me in there. I look forward to serving you. Good night, sir."

The next day my heart was a flutter. I struggled to fall asleep the night before. I couldn't wait to get home and be prepared for my audition. As soon as I got home, I scarfed down some food and began my preparations. I cleaned myself inside and out as through as possible. I placed condoms and lube on the bed side table and on the coffee table in the living room alongside my blindfold.

I put on my tight worn black jock that the pouch was fraying a bit. It gave a glimpse but not the full view of my seven inches of arousal. I strutted in the mirror for a bit admiring my smooth swimmer's build body in the jock. It was getting close to time. I unlocked the front door and grabbed a bottle of water and sat it next to the lube and condoms. I tuned the television to the appropriate channel. Seven thirty five, my stomach as tied in knots.

I gave the house a once over before kneeling down and putting the blind fold on. As anyone who knows about being blindfolded, it's a fear and exhilaration of not knowing what is going on around you. Time seems to stretch, sensations are more intense. Nothing turns me on more knowing that I don't know what's going to happen to me at the hands of another man.

I perk my head up as the door opens. "Good boy." He says as he enters. "Stay." I hear him walking around my house examining the rooms. I then hear him stand behind me. "Stand boy." I rise to my feet silently. I haven't been given any instructions on speaking so I stay silent till I am told otherwise. "Nice." I feel his calloused hands on my butt cheeks kneading and squeezing. "You'll be silent until I give you permission to speak, nod your understanding."

I do so. He releases my cheeks and swats me firmly on the ass. "Good boy." I hear him move around front. "This jock looks good on you." He squeezes my bulge painfully almost soliciting a moan from me as he feels my excitement. "This turns you on." I can hear the smirk in his voice. His hands travel up my sides to my nipples. "Nice big round brown nipples." He twists them lightly and thumbs them for a bit. Then his fingers trace my lips.

"You've got some nice lips." I want to lay my head in his hand like a puppy but hold my place. "They'll look good on my cock." I exhale a shudder at the thought. "I'm going to collar and leash you for this audition. This is a temporary collaring for play. You'll have to earn a true collaring." I feel him slide the leather around my neck and fasten it. Then the click as the leash is attached. "On your knees, boy."

I drop to my knees. He pulls me to where my couch is and I hear him sit down. I am still on my knees before him. "Remove my shoes and socks." I reach out to his feet and feel his tennis shoes and untie one and remove it and then his sock. I repeat the method with the other and sat them side by side to my left. He pulls me by my leash to allow my head into his denim covered crotch. He pets me. "Good boy."

I nuzzle lightly, resting my head in his lap, wanting, longing to tear his jeans open and devour the meaty insides. I remain still. He pulls me up unto his lap. I am much smaller than him size wise. He is obviously broader and more muscled than I. He pulls my head down to lay against his chest my legs stretched out before me. "We'll watch some TV for a bit and then we'll get down to business."

I know this is part of the test. I enjoy his closeness. His hand rests on my crotch the other around me holding me close. "The stop word is turtle. The slow down word is celery." He informs me. "If I am too rough or you cannot take any more for a bit, say turtle. If it is too intense and you want it to stop say celery. With that I will stop and leave. Repeat it back to me, boy."

"If I need things to slow down because it is too much for me, I say turtle. If I cannot handle anymore, I say turtle. Everything will stop and you will leave." I repeat savoring his closeness. "I understand, sir." He squeezes my pouch then lightly thumps my bulge. I jump slightly at the touch.

He pulls my head closer to him and repeats the thump. Slight inflicts of erotic pain. "Good boy." Another thump. My balls ache as he thumps, rubs then squeezes at random intervals. He keeps me pulled close to him as he watches television. I inhale his scent. A musky clean scent. I can tell he is clean shaven and the scent of aftershave is light but intoxicating to me.

This goes on for the entire show, I guess. I am too enthralled with my Master's touch, his scent, his closeness to me. The comfort of his arms around me, the casual thump of my balls and squeezes. My heart was beating a mile a minute with the excitement of finally having him so close though I could not see him. I felt protected and it calmed my fears.

"Get on your feet, boy." He commands softly in my ear. "It's time to see how obedient you are."

I reluctantly stand up in front of him. I find myself missing the casual thumping that made my balls ache and filled my jock with precum. I stand with my hands at my sides awaiting his next command. I have committed myself to proving to him, to proving to myself that I can do this. I feel his hands run over my arms, and I shudder from the excitement.

"You've done good so far, boy." He hands travel up to my head and takes a fist full of my hair. He pulls my head to his and I get a small reward as his tongues snakes into mine. I kiss back, savoring his taste as his tongue dominates mine just as he's dominating me with his scruff scratching my skin with pleasurable pain. He breaks the kiss reluctantly. I can tell he enjoyed it just as much as I did. "That was a small reward." He announces, still with a fist full of my hair. "You'll get those as you, please me."

He releases my hair and pushes me down to my knees with no resistance. I hear him undress, and long to do it for him, but I was not instructed too, so I sit patiently as I hear him remove his clothes. Without warning his hand is on the back of my head and my head is pressed into his clothed covered crotch and he's rubbing my face against his fabric covered engorged member.

"Take in my scent, boy." He orders and I do, inhaling deeply longing to do more than simply inhale his scent. "That's it, boy. Take in my scent. Get familiar with it. I want you longing for it." I'm enraptured by his smell, I can almost taste it as I take lungful after lungful in. I can feel the wetness in his crotch expand as he drags my face around his crotch, I'm tempted to suck the savory liquid out but know better.

He pushes my head away. "Remember that scent." He commands gruffly. "Long for that scent, desire that scent. Understand boy?"

"Yes, sir, I already do." I huff out in desire, a slight growl of desire. I can tell my Master is pleased as he lets out a small snort of approval. He clips a leash to my collar and I feel that overwhelming security flow over me as I give him more control.

"Come, boy." He commands, as he pulls me by my leash. I follow blindly behind him to my room. He stops before my bed. He tugs on my leash and commands, "Up boy." I do obediently, climbing on the bed like some animal. My ass is pointed towards him as I await his next command. "Such a pretty ass." He comments as his hands rub over my bubble mounds.

"You've been good so far, boy." He squeezed my left cheek. "But you will disappoint me, and so to remind you that you shouldn't, you are going to get disciplined. Discipline is a reminder to not disappoint me and prevent me from punishing you. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes, sir." I answer knowing that some sort of discipline is coming for. I longed for it, desired it, need it.

"This will be a light discipline." He informed me. I feel him sit on the bed. He pulls me over to his lap. "I know you've been bad, cock teasing me. I'll give you what I feel you can handle for now, but in future if we continue, we will push those limits." His hand is still caressing my ass lovingly. "This is more for you than me. After each swat, I want you to count it out loud followed by sir. Understand, boy?"

"Yes, sir." I take a deep breath knowing as much as I cringe at the thought, I want it. Before I can prepare, I feel the swift smach of his hand against my ass. "One, sir." I almost forget. "Two, sir." I continue. He continues, sometimes rubbing my stinging bottom before laying another swat, sometimes hitting in rapid succession. I'm at twenty when he finally stops.

I'm breathing hard, panting with excitement, longing to rub my sore bottom. "You did good, boy." He pulls me off him on to the bed. "Get on all fours, like you were before." I do as I am commanded. "I think you deserve a reward." With that I felt the sudden wetness of his tongue on my hole." I gasped in the sudden pleasure as his whiskers brushed against my sensitive skin.

He tongued my hole with fervor, darting his tongue further and further into my hole as he lapped around the tender area, as his hands squeezed my sore cheeks. I moaned openly with the pleasure and pain that shot through my body. I wanted to beg for more, plead for more, but I held steadfast to the rules.

"Mmm." He murmured. "Such a tasty hole. I could eat it all day." His finger slide over the moist lips before slipping in and wiggled around. "Tight but accommodating" He commented as another slipped in. He continued to play in my hole with childlike enthusiasm, slipping in and out, and feeling around my insides. Then he found my spot and sweet spot and failed him.

"Oh, God." I moaned, my arms lost their strength and I fell face down on the bed. I panicked, wondering what he would do. He continued playing in my hole a bit longer before he suddenly pulled both fingers out with a loud plop.

The room was silent as he stalked behind me. "Like I said boy, you would disappoint me." I struggled to get myself back up and held my head down in shame. "But I expected this. You will learn control." He amended. "I will give you some leeway in your audition, but not much. Be mindful of your actions. Understood, boy?"

"Yes, sir." I almost sobbed pushing myself up to the previous position as if nothing had occurred. I hoped my inability to maintain control had not lost me future training by this without warning he swatted my bottom again, hard and firm. I winced inwardly, but thanked him silently that he had not totally abandoned me.

I felt his big hand smooth over my reddened ass. I could sense him admiring his work as he cupped and squeezed my bottom with lustful handfuls. I felt his finger toy with my entrance with intrigue. I braced myself not knowing what would be next. Would he continue his anal probe? Would he shove it in without allowing me the pleasure of a taste?

"Get on the floor, boy." He smacked my ass suddenly, sending a sting across my already sore ass. "On your knees. I didn't hesitate as I moved from the bed to my floor. I sensed him before me, standing, looming over me. I want to reach out and touch him, gather comfort in his touch, but I patiently await.

"Such pretty lips." He snarls warmly. "You need to show me what you can do, boy. Prove to me you can worship my dick properly. Worship me properly." My heart races at the thought of finally touching him, to explore his body with my hands and mouth. I can feel myself leaking with the excitement. I find the urge to jump at him and devour his body.

"I want you to show me you are worthy of my cock, boy." I could hear the hunger in his voice. "I want you to taste my cock, but you need to prove to me that you are worthy of it." I heard him move closer. "You may explore my body, but do not touch my cock." He ordered. "I will not direct you. I want you to show me how you can please me without being told." I waited eagerly for my permission. After a few minutes I heard the smile in his voice as he said, "Good boy. Now get started."

I reached out and felt my way to my Master's feet. I started with kissing and caressing them. I was not especially into feet, but I wanted him to know I would do what I had to, to serve him. I kissed and licked one foot then the other before making my way to his ankles and then his calves, softly squeezing them with admiration. They were toned and tight and the size of grapefruits.

I wormed my way up his legs, suckling and tasting his skin. I found the back of his knees and I circled my tongue over the soft sensitive skin. I heard him gasp in pleasure. I fought the urge to truly go in on it, knowing too much pleasure would be the same as not enough. I licked up the back of his thighs and up to his boxer brief covered ass.

I grasped his hips for support as I nuzzled his firm buttocks, feeling the strength and tone in the muscular ass contrasted by the slight softness of it. I wanted to dive into the cheeks, but knew I did not have permission, so I settled for mouthing what I could through the fabric. I reluctantly move my way upward, kissing the small of his back. I wanted every inch of him.

I felt the smoothness of his back as I move my way to his front, kissing his left hand and inhaling one finger after the other into my mouth as I made my way by. I kissed in marvel at his flat and toned belly. Hard, yet not overly developed. I could feel the slight peach fuzz as I kissed and burrowed into him. Up his firm toned body I went till I found my first real objective.

I took the hard point of his nipple in my mouth and circled it with my tongue. I bit and nibbled as I heard him gasp with pleasure. This encouraged me to continue as I took the other in my hand and slowly felt the firm defined swimmer's pec and flicked the other nipple as I devoured his left. His hand took hold of my head and pressed me further against his chest before he guided me to his other. He had said no guidance but I had forced him to break that oath with my skills.

I did the same with the other nipple before it was too much for him to take any more. He took a fist full of my hair and pulled me unwillingly from his tit and he kissed me deeply, passionately with animal hunger. Without words he broke the kiss and pressed me down back to my knees. I heard the sliding of his boxer briefs going down before he took my head and press the head of his massive cock against my lips. He pressed firmly and diligently till I opened my mouth and took the head of my treasure into my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum against my tongue.

I had only a moment to savor the taste before he used my mouth for its true purpose for himself. He was thick, filling my mouth, stretching my lips to their max as his pistoned his length against my unsuspecting throat, trying to get me to open up to take more of him into me. I choked and gagged, my eyes watered with the pleasure he took from forcing more and more of my prize into my throat.

I'm not sure how long he continued to push past my gag reflex as he trained my throat but without warning he pull me off my prize with spittle and precum dripping from my mouth. I had no control as he lifted me up and tossed me on my back on the bed. I heard the unwrapping of a condom and the uncapping of lube.

I prepared myself for what was next. He took my ankles in my hand and lifted me so that he could then prepare me. The slick coolness soothed my soreness then with expect and carnal lust, my legs were on his shoulders and he slowly guided himself into me. Without having to ask, he did so slowly and methodically, allowing me to adjust to his length and girth.

I was in heaven as he slid inch by inch into me till he was buried up to his hilt into me. He leaned down and kissed me with a growl. "I want to wreck this hole tonight, but I will be gentle this time." He circled his hips eliciting a moan of pleasure out of me. "I have more I want to do to this fuck hole this weekend." He slowly pumped in and out. He leaned down and kissed me. I instinctively wrapped my hands around his broad back.

"Good boy." He growled in my mouth. "Hold on. I'm going to pump that hole." With that he began his pounding, sliding in and out, slow and fast, short and long. Over and over he changed his pace, rolled his hips, his thrusts. As much as he wanted to get off he also wanted to give me unbearable pleasure. After some time, as I grew a bit raw from the constant thrusting, I felt him pick his pace up and with a roar of pleasure I felt him expand and fill the condom with his lust for me.

He continued as he convulse in pleasure until he was finally spent. He released my legs and collapsed on top of me, snuggling me close with his manhood still firmly in me. I ran my hands over his back as he kissed gentle kisses against my skin. "Good boy." He murmured as he pulled me close to him. Slowly, with my dismay, he slid out. After some further nuzzling he lifted himself from me. "Stay." He commanded as he left the room.

I heard the bathroom sink run. I knew he was cleaning himself up and wasting those wonderful juices contained in the latex prison by tossing it in the toilet. He came back smelling of my soap. He picked my legs up as had before and admired his handy work. "Such a nice hole." He mused as he cleaned me like a baby, removing the residue of lube and bodily fluid.

Once done, he lowered my legs and laid beside me, pulling me into toned massive arms. "You did good, boy." He began. "You have me wanting to come back for more." I smiled with pleasure as I took the liberty to stroke his define chest. "You have not earned the right to climax tonight, but I will reward you tomorrow when I come for your next audition."

I felt my heart jump for joy. He was coming back. Perhaps I would be able to see his handsome face this time. "I want to see how you play with others." He had a sexually sinister tone to his voice. "I have another plaything I am keeping." My heart fell. I was not the only one. Of course I was not the only one for this man. "I will bring him tomorrow. Both of you have the same instruction of blindfolds and no talking." He reaffirmed. "I believe you two will mesh well, if not, a decision will be made." He kissed me on the head. "But don't fret, I will not give you up so easily." It was if he sensed the anxiety in me. "I may just keep you two separate but I'd rather not."

With that he pushed me off him and left the bed. "I must go tend to the other boy now." He said nonchalantly as I heard him dress. "He is eager to meet you. He enjoyed your pictures." I felt a hand on my chest. "I will send his to you when I get home." He smacked my taunt belly playfully. "I think you will like him as well and enjoy what I have in mind for you both."

He leaned down and kissed me one last time. "Count to two hundred and then you can remove the blindfold and clean up. You are still not to climax until I tell you."

I lay patiently as I heard him in the living room dressing. My heart thundered as I slowly counted. I heard the door close and the start of his engine but I dared not disobey. Once I reached two hundred I pull the blind fold off and longed to play with my aching cock, but did not. I went around and cleaned up the small mess there was, then went to shower.

I was happy to see that he had left his juices on the counter for me. Without hesitation I emptied the contents into my mouth and savored the taste, rolling it around in my mouth before finally swallowing down. I was so horny yet so satisfied. I could not wait for our next meeting.