Master and Slave, Chapter 12
Finally I managed to scrape together the $10,000 which MASTER expected, for me to pay for the honor of getting fucked by him. I was now seriously in debt, but I needed MASTER so badly that it took priority over most anything else. The times where he fucked me with a dildo had just heightened my appetite for the real thing. And since, as usual, he made sure to remind me regularly that, unlike slave David -- who got fucked their first time together, and for free -- I had never been fucked by MASTER's wonderful cock. It was part of my intense need for humiliation that now I was going to beg MASTER on my knees to accept this tribute from me, for the honor of getting fucked -- probably only once -- by him.
The next time MASTER came over, I told him that I had a special tribute for him. He told me to get on my knees and beg him to accept it, as I had expected. And he made me plead and grovel for almost fifteen minutes, before deigning to accept the envelope, and open it.
And then, typically for him, he looked inside, saw the money, and grinned, while he said, "I don't know, I've been thinking, and I'm not sure $10,000 is enough for me to fuck my lowest slave". I was shattered, I had expected him to fuck me that day, and now, I wasn't even sure it would ever happen. Of course he kept the money, and I felt royally totally, fucked -- in my head! But my cock was starting to get hard despite myself: The humiliation of it was actually turning me on. And since I was naked, MASTER saw it happening. I couldn't hide from him the fact that treating me like the lowest slave actually made me want him more. And I realised that he had probably done this on purpose, just to torment me and to make me more dependent on him. So I started licking his feet and begging him to fuck me, just once. After a couple of minutes, he spit on me, and all I could say was, "Thank you, MASTER, for spitting on your slave, and please,
please, please, give me the honor of getting fucked by you." He told me
to look up and him, and then spit directly in my face, the spit was
running down, and again I thanked him.
Then he took off his shoes and told me my job for the day would be to shine them -- with his own spit, and just with my tongue. So I had to lick the spit off my face and then lick the shoes repeatedly. His message was clear: My main job was to serve him, and I should consider it an honor. So I kept on, with my dick humiliatingly hard all the time. When his shoes were looking nicer, he just turned to me and said, "I'm going now". I implored him to stay, I told him how much I needed him, and he replied, "That's the point faggot, you need me, but I don't need you. I have other slaves, and you are the one I've decided to make the lowest of all." And then he left.
I was completely thrown, this was not at all what I had expected.
Over the next few days, I wrote him more groveling emails than ever before. Here is one of them.
"Dear MASTER,
i am writing to tell you how much I admire you for showing me my place. i know it is an honor to be your lowest slave, and i think of you, and of serving you, constantly.
I can't help it, SIR, i am so damn horny after last night's humiliation, i NEED to grovel and beg some more. You give me sexual crumbs and i go WILD with desire for more, SIR. i can't help myself, SIR, my mind just keeps coming back to these humiliations, combined with being so close to your gorgeous body and cock. i ADORE you for it, MASTER. Please, please, SIR, let me feel your big, hard cock inside my ass. Nothing will make me need you more, SIR.
Thank you also, SIR, for reminding me again that the core of this relationship is that i am just your faggot slave and always will be, that you have totally me by the balls, that you are my MASTER, and that you can always mindfuck me and make me need you even more by sexually degrading me. You know exactly how to torment your faggot cocksucker in the most erotic way. Thank you for beating me, for whipping me, for slapping me around, and for making me beg for even the smallest contact with you, SIR. It works, SIR, it really does. i so much did NOT want you to leave, SIR. i spent a restless night, SIR, kept waking up with a hard-on for you, wishing i could touch you, MASTER. i especially dream about the day when you will give your slave the great honor of having you cum with your cock inside my ass so i can not waste a drop. i love your cum, SIR, i crave it. i'm so fucking HARD for you, SIR.
Your lowly faggot cocksucker slave, in love with his MINDFUCK MASTER.
A couple of days after that email, MASTER called, as usual waking me up in the middle of the night. He said he was coming over right then, along with slave David.
When they arrived, MASTER ordered me to lie down naked on my back, on the bed. Then he blindfolded me. One of them -- David? -- took out what felt like Velcro straps and first tied my hands together, then my feet, and then my hands and feet together. Now I was hog-tied. Then, to my amazement, one of them -- who was it? -- started playing with my cock, even giving me a blow job. At the same time, the other one -- MASTER? -- was whipping my ass. I was really confused at the combination of total pleasure and pain. Of course my cock was instantly hard, and I knew I had to thank him (which one???). It was embarrassing to be yelling how much I wanted to be beaten, and not even know who was beating me! Once my ass was really stinging, I felt a dildo pressing at the entrance to my ass. I was invaded, with no choice, and of course it just made me harder. I started to plead, "Please fuck your slave, Sir, please, please give me your cock, MASTER." I
heard what sounded like kissing; but obviously, nobody was kissing me.
When I thought I couldn't take any more, the dildo was removed, and I felt a real cock suddenly plunge in. I was hoping and praying it was MASTER, but of course I couldn't be sure; David and MASTER were about the same size. I was being roughly and deeply fucked, and MASTER said, "beg for more, faggot, or that cock will not be there for long." I heard one of them breathing heavily, but I still could not be sure he was the one fucking me. It felt incredible, but I wanted so much to KNOW that it was MASTER. So I pleaded and begged -- I knew that MASTER liked to humiliate me like that -- and I thanked him, as though I was sure he was the one fucking me. The rhythm got faster, the fucking got rougher, and I felt the cock finally start to erupt inside me. Someone had grabbed my cock a few moments before and started to jerk me off. I would have cum seconds after that wonderful cock came in my ass, but, right on schedule, the hand was removed, leaving
me more frustrated than I have ever been.
When David removed the blindfold they were both grinning at me. Then David untied my hands from my feet, and just left me lying on my back. Then, again to my amazement, MASTER lay his naked body on top of mine, and I felt his hips grinding into mine. It was incredibly hot, and again, I was right on the edge of cumming, when he said, "The second you cum, faggot, I get up and you won't feel my body like this again." It took an incredible effort, but I managed to avoid cumming, despite the rush of excitement at finally feeling MASTER's beautiful body on top of mine. Then he pinned my arms down with his hands, and he started taunting me, "Kiss me, faggot, don't you want it?". Of course I would have given anything to kiss him, but he was holding me down! So I bucked and pleaded, begged and groveled, and still he would not let me kiss him.
Then he ordered David to lie down beside him, and the two of them began making out right in front of me, ignoring me completely. I don't think anything else could have humiliated me more, and left me with such a feeling of inferiority. This went on for quite a while. Finally they got up, David untied my bonds, and MASTER told me that I had just two minutes to jerk off and cum, on my knees in front of them. Then MASTER took out his camera and started filming me. I finally came, really intensely, and after ordering me to lick it all up (on camera), they left me there, my tongue on the floor, and departed.
Was it really MASTER who fucked me? I would never know.
(to be continued)