This is the first chapter of part one of a trilogy of novels of gay sex.
Keywords: authority, control, slavery, punishment, re-training, submission, loyalty
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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor
Chapter 1 - Ross Wells
When I opened the door, he greeted me with the smile.
"Hello, Boss, it's great to see you again."
Ross was his name and I had met him almost two years ago when one of the better agencies had sent him round. With his light hair and fair complexion, his light Saxon features were topped with puppy dog brown eyes. An unusual combination, but one which pleased me.
"Can I take a shower, Boss?"
I nodded ok and he went in the large bathroom and quickly shed his clothes leaving them in a neat pile on one of the stools. His body was as I remembered it from the previous visit. Fine shoulders, a neatly tapered waist, tight buttocks, and when he turned round in the shower, looking at me looking at him, he smiled the smile again, and stretched like a big cat his belly muscles taking the spray of the shower nozzle.
Ross was a well built lad where it mattered in his profession. His uncut cock was thick and long to about 7 inches when down and definitely to 9 inches when erect. He could top or bottom, but for me he was always the latter.
Having dried himself off, he did a hop skip and a jump out of the bathroom and onto the king sized bed. "Boss, I was hoping that you would be in town again" was all he said, reaching out to undo my dressing gown.
The first time I had him, all of two years previously, I let him know who was Boss. He had asked me what I wanted to be called, I had simply replied "Boss", and being a fast learner knew that he would be a bottom on that evening. And that was what he called me anytime afterwards.
Having taken off my dressing gown, he folded it carefully and put it over the headboard. He pulled down two pillows and laid his trim hips across them, raising up his backside. His arse hole was already lubed, as I knew that it would be. I also knew that he would have been immaculately clean inside and out when he had arrived, but he knew I like to see his body in all its twenty three year old splendour from that angle.
"Boss, I am all yours" he said
I am good at two things and one of them is sex. For over three hours, I made love to him and had him on the edge of climax a hundred times. He truly whimpered and cried with pleasure. He jumped and twitched as his walnut hard prostate was hit time and time again with the solidness of my cock.
My greatest pleasure is a domination of a lover through each of the body's erogenous zones. While not even half of these are present in every body to a heightened degree, rare is the body which does not have some twenty or so.
Ross had quite a number of such zones but his butt hole was his most sensitive and why waste time playing with an unresponsive pleasure point when another will have your lover bucking for dear life.
He had pleased me so much on the first occasion some months back that upon his leaving, I took out $100 from my wallet to give him. I had already paid the agency by credit card, so this was for him.
"Boss," he said, "I don't want to take that. The agency will pay me $200, and I would far prefer when you are back in town" - I had said I was frequently away - "that when you call them you ask for me."
He had revealed three things, one the agency was working on a fifty-fifty basis. Secondly, he had not said "if you are back in town", but "when." Thirdly, he was honest. He had not tried to cut the agency out, but had said 'call them' not him. And he smiled the smile.
I went over to him - he was already dressed to go - and unzipping his pants and pulling the elastic band of his designer briefs away from his flat stomach, I had put the $100 on top of his now sleeping cock and said "a guy should always have a little extra down there."
He smiled the smile and pulled a card from his back pocket wallet and said "Boss. My mobile. No one has this but the agency. Any time, anyplace, anywhere. Ring and I'll drop everything to get to you."
I had kissed Ross Wells on the lips as I ushered him to the door, all compact 80 kilos and 5 foot 8 of him. That had been one of over half a dozen visits. He was never demanding. He never failed to please. He never came anywhere close to failure in love-making always knowing what I needed and wanted. A nice guy and a greater lay.
To be continued...