Master and Slave

By gayandhorny

Published on Jun 5, 2023

Gay

Master and Slave, Chapter 9

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This story is partly based on a real situation which happened to me, although there are some fantasy elements added. I am also always glad to hear from guys who have had similar experiences, or who fantasize about them.


MASTER had me where he wanted me. I needed him more and more, and he gave me crumbs. He would tease me with something to the point where I was desperate for it, and then take it away from me. And I was incredibly grateful for those crumbs; I worshipped him.

Money had been part this relationship from the start. MASTER would regularly demand large "tributes" from me. Once when I told him it was financially hard for me, he answered, "That's the point, faggot, you will get only crumbs from me, but YOU have to make big sacrifices." MASTER actually came from a fairly wealthy family, and he told me that the extreme humiliation all that money represented for me mattered more than the financial help to him. I don't know how true that was, but I do know that he was always incredibly hard when I made these money tributes to him. On the times when I was naked and begging him to accept a large sum of money, he would always make me feel like it was not enough, and that even some small reward, like sucking his cock for a few minutes, was worth even more.

Although he let me suck him occasionally -- after making me wait a month for the first time! -- my biggest fantasy was still to be fucked by him, perhaps while in bondage, or after a beating and a training session. Just the idea of having him inside of me, intruding roughly in my body, was fantastically erotic. I begged him for this so many times, both in person and in the dozens of demeaning emails I wrote him, that he finally told me that he would fuck me, but only if I paid him a $10,000 tribute. By that point I had already spent several thousand dollars on tributes to MASTER, and $10,000 was an enormous sum for me. I was trapped. I wanted so badly to feel his big cock inside me, to my MASTER finally take physical possession of my body, the way he had taken possession of my faggot slave mind, that I was desperately looking into any way I could get a bank loan for it. Of course you can't just walk into a bank and ask for $10,000 to get fucked,

so I had to invent excuses. Now I was mortgaging my life for my MASTER.

I simply could not refuse him. And meanwhile I also had to continue to

give him regular, smaller tributes. Every time I looked at my bankbook

now, I was thinking about MASTER, and I couldn't help admiring, in a

perverse way, how he was fucking me over, in every sense of the term.

Of course that is why I'm a faggot slave, and he is my MASTER.

Bondage became a more important part of our meetings. The position I described in the first chapter -- with my hands tied to my feet, while I was face down, my weight resting on my knees, with my naked ass in the air -- became pretty frequent. MASTER liked it because he could whip my ass and see it getting red, while I could do nothing except thank him for humiliating and beating me, and, of course, tell him how much I loved him -- now practically a reflex. What I didn't see yet then, was that MASTER had set me up so that, whether or not I saw him, my mind automatically worked in that direction. Being hard was now indelibly linked to feeling dominated by him, and loving him. I could no longer even jerk off without saying out loud, "Thank you, SIR, I love you, SIR".

On the third or fourth time when MASTER put me in this totally humiliating position, he put a cloth around my eyes, so I could not see. Then he beat me for quite a while; my ass must have been a nice shade of red. But then he did something unusual: he put his hand under me and he deliberately started playing with my balls. He did not normally touch my genitals, so this was very hot, and I was hard in no time. Then he stopped and I heard him rummaging around. After a moment, he started pushing in what seemed like a huge metal dildo up my ass. It was uncomfortable, but also very erotic. He started off pushing it in and out, and after a few minutes he was fucking me with it. Of course I really wanted his cock, but it was still very hot.

But then suddenly, I felt an incredible surge inside my ass. If I had not been tied up, I probably would have jumped. Then the surge receded and I breathed easier, but after a few moments it was back. I couldn't help thrashing around each time. He was using an electric dildo, and he had set the power quite high. It was total rape, my body was no longer in my control. He had a direct line to my prostate. And then, diabolically, he ordered me NOT to cum. And I knew that if I did, he would leave, which was the worst punishment for me. So there I was, obscenely hard, my ass and my insides pulsing away erotically. I could have cum in seconds, but I was terrified he would leave. So I stayed on the edge for what seemed like hours, loving it but also being totally humiliated by the idea that I was not even a good enough slave to be fucked by my master's cock. And remembering that slave David had been fucked by him, for free, at their very first meeting, made it doubly demeaning to be reacting like this to a dildo.

After about half an hour of this I was trembling with horniness and frustration. After taking pictures of me like that from various angles, making sure to include my face, he finally took out the dildo, and released me from bondage. Immediately I went on my knees in front of him and thanked him repeatedly for humiliating me like that. I can't describe the combination of love and humiliation I felt; they had fused into one, contradictory, but super erotic, feeling.

(to be continued)

Next: Chapter 10


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