This story is an earlier work and has been rewritten for Nifty. It is a work of fiction. It involves consensual sex between two men. If such would offend you, please do not continue. The author retains all rights. Please direct all questions and comments to dlmercer27@yahoo.com
MASTER LOVES ME
It's the weekend, I've slept late. I woke up feeling rested, relaxed. My hands absently wandered over my body, rubbing scratching. My skin welcomes each warm glide of my fingers. My nipples tighten as the tips of my fingers glide over them. One hand moves down, over my stomach and lower. It sifts through wiry pubic hair until it makes contact with my cock. I'm hard. My cock is standing tall, thick and hot. I wrap my fingers around it and begin to pump. My eyes close, my head falls back on the pillows. Mouth opening, breath speeding, a small moan of pleasure escapes my throat.
I've worked so hard all week, I've barely had time to breathe let alone pleasure myself in any way. My hand tightens on my cock, the pleasure builds. Precum leaks from the slit of the heavy, throbbing head, my thumb slides over it, spreading the wet, electrifying every nerve it touches. Another moan is drawn from deep inside. My hand moves faster, stroking, stroking. My hips undulate against the bed, back bowing, my cock erupts. Spurt after spurt of thick hot cum explodes and arcs across my body, draping my chest and belly in warm, white rivulets.
Breathing hard, I begin to relax, my body easing down on the bed. I feel wonderful, until a voice brings me back to reality.
"Who gave you permission to jack off, slave?"
Joyous tension fills my body, fear and anticipation shiver down my spine. Master has arrived. He has caught me. I turn my head on the pillow and there he stands. Young, tall and proud, a commanding, handsome man dressed in skin tight black leather. Black is Master's color. It compliments the warmth of his golden skin, his hazel eyes and his gleaming blonde hair. Hair so reminiscent of she who once shared our lives.
His firm, hairy chest is revealed and framed by his open vest. The smooth brown discs of his aureola are topped by taut nipples that peep from their golden, furry nest. His leather pants fit his body like a second skin. A thick bulge pushes forth. Master got excited watching me play. He walks to the bed, his boots making an ominous thumping sound that sends another shiver down my spine. Master is holding his paddle. I am in trouble.
"I asked you a question, slave. Who gave you permission to jack off?" Master's voice is stern as he demands an answer.
"No one Master." I answer, my throat is tight, my eyes are drawn to the paddle that gently sways in Master's hand. My ass tightens, I know what's coming.
"And so you've been bad. Again. You must be punished, my slave. Assume the position."
I scramble out of bed, eager to do as Master orders. Quick compliance pleases him and will make my punishment less severe. I face the bed, leaning over, my hands palms down on the mattress, presenting my ass to Master.
Master is pleased, "Very good slave." his hand slides over the flesh of my ass, so softly, so gently, "Such a beautiful ass, so smooth and lily white. It needs color slave. Shall we give it color?"
"Yes Master, please." I'm panting with excitement, my cock has risen, renewed, growing hard, leaking.
"How shall we give it color, slave?" Master asks.
"Spank me." I reply. I am so eager for the paddle I forget my training.
Master reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back tightly. "I don't believe I heard you correctly, little slave." he demands, his voice deadly serious.
I'm breathing hard, his grip on my hair brings tears to my eyes, "Please Master, spank me. I've been bad, please spank me."
"Very good slave. Ask and you shall receive."
Master releases my hair, I shake my head and stare down at the mattress, waiting for the first blow. It hits, surprising a gasp from my lips. A stripe of stinging heat burns across my ass. And then another. Another. Another. At five I begin to whimper and squirm. By ten my ass is on fire, tingling and stinging. By fifteen I am crying out with each blow, silently begging Master to stop.
Tears of relief run down my cheeks. As though reading my mind, Master has stopped at fifteen.
"Will you jack off again without my permission, slave?"
I swallow hard, wiping away my tears, "Never Master, never."
"Good boy, my slave. For taking your punishment so well you deserve a reward. As do I." Master sits down on the edge of the bed. "On your knees slave. Suck my cock."
Master lays back and spreads his thighs. I eagerly scramble between them. Carefully I open the top fastener of his pants and slide the zipper down. Master reaches out, running his fingers over my cheek.
"Do a good job and I shall give you a further reward, my slave."
Reward! Excitement runs through me at the thought of what that might mean and yet this time, I remember my training. "Pleasuring you is my reward Master."
Master's smile is like the sunshine. For twenty two years I've thought so and now even more. There was a time when Master sought my approval, when I was the one who led. Years and experience have reversed our roles, now I live for his approval.
"Very good, little one, I am pleased. You may begin."
"May I make you comfortable, Master," I ask.
"You may."
I begin by removing his boots and socks. His feet are long and sleek. Beautifully arched, they could be part of a classic Greek sculpture. Touching them, touching him, sends a thrill through my body. I love the warmth, the smell and the texture of his skin. It awakens such a yearning need inside. Longing to taste, I touch my tongue to the big toe of the foot I hold in my hand. The need spears through me and I engulf it, licking and sucking. Master moans and I feel a spurt of precum shoot from my cock. I am pleasing him, this is my world.
I gently and throughly wash his feet with my tongue, sucking each toe, bathing the top and the arch until all are given equal treatment. Master's toes are treated like small cock's and I am eager, my appetite teased and ready as I rise between his thighs, avidly seeking the thick pulsing shaft of his desire.
The fastenings already open, I ease the tight leather pants from Master's magnificent body, pulling them down and off. Respectfully they are folded and laid on the bed. My breath speeds as finally, finally Master's cock is plainly displayed to my adoring gaze. Long and thick, it stands proudly, prominent blue veins pulsing with the life-giving fluid that has engorged this glorious column of hard, throbbing flesh.
Reverently I lean in, lightly touching, enwrapping it with my fingers as my hot breath mists over the bulbous head. The sweet juice of Master's excitement leaks from the small slit. I watch for a moment as it begins to ever-so-slowly flow down the plump cap. Unable to resist, my tongue captures the tiny river, following it to its source. I place my lips over the slit and gently suck.
Master groans and my tongue begins to bathe his swollen cock as I slide him deeper into my greedy mouth. Now he is mine. Master has become a slave to the pleasure I bring. Joy rages through me as I work the hard flesh in my mouth. My lips and tongue are alive, licking, laving and sucking. I plunge downward, taking him deep, my nose buried in the golden pubic hair. The smell of sex and need, Master's rut, potent and musky causes my own cock to jerk and spurt again. I groan in turn, the vibrations causing Master's balls to tighten and rise.
I quickly pull off. Master would not like to come so quickly and so I slide my tongue down the wet length of his cock and begin teasing the round pouch that hangs below. His balls are firm, the flesh wrinkling as they drew tight. I take the precious sack into my mouth, my tongue stroking the tender skin. Master's hips jerk and my pleasure rises.
After a thorough and painstaking examination of his balls with my tongue, I glide it down the smooth length of his perineum. Parting the taut cheeks of his ass I find his tender rosebud. My tongue moves to it, rubbing, licking, making it slick and wet. Master is moaning, loving all I am doing.
Wetting my finger, I slide it gently into Master's ass, fucking him ever so slowly and carefully. I move my mouth back to his begging cock and take it in, lovingly laving and sucking the tall, red pole. Master is ready to come, I can hear it in his moans, feel it as his channel clenches my probing finger and his cock swells ever thicker in my mouth.
His hips are undulating, he fucks my mouth with abandon then freezes as the first hot blast of cum rockets forth. I eagerly swallow the thick, sweet syrup of Master's release again and again as he pumps load after load into my mouth. The flow eventually abates and regretfully I acknowledge that he has finished. He lays quietly as I gently lick him clean. When I am done, I wait patiently, on my knees. With a sigh Master sits up. He smiles and pets me.
"You've earned your reward slave. Fetch the lube, I believe that sweet, red ass of yours deserves a good fucking."
I grin and eagerly comply, bringing Master what he asks for. He orders me to assume my position. On my hands and knees on the bed I wait for him. The bed dips as he moves in behind me and I spread my legs to allow him close to my waiting hole. I hear the click of the cap as he opens the lube, then the cool squirt of liquid on my tight hole. Master slides a finger in and I grunt with the pleasure of it. He finds my prostate right away and works it beautifully. Slowly he opens my ass. First one finger, then two, then three. My cock is rock hard. I am panting and moaning.
"Please Master, please fuck me." I beg. I need to be fucked so badly. I need to come.
"Head and shoulders down slave." he orders. I comply and Master removes his fingers. I feel the thick mushroom shaped head of his cock press against my hole. The pressure builds. "Bear down." Master orders. I do and the head pops past the ring of muscle, penetrating my ass. The pain is instant, excruciating, yet Master knows and doesn't move as I whimper and freeze under him.
"Easy my little slave, easy. I know it hurts, it will be better in a moment. You know it will." Master is kind and stokes my ass. The skin tingles still from my spanking and the feel of it distracts me from the pain of the thick cock that splits my ass.
Master begins to push forward slowly The pain is almost gone. There is a dull burning as his cock slides deeper. Master applies more lube to make it easier for me. He pulls back then moves forward again. Back and forward, back and forward. My ass feels full and stretched. His invading cock hits my nut again and again making me moan and wiggle. My cock is aching to burst. Master moves forward again, all the way to the hilt.
His body drapes mine. The moist heat between us is incredible. "Lets fuck." he whispers.
We both moan as Master grabs my hips and begins to fuck me with a slow steady rhythm. My stretched chute is full of thick, hard, cock. Master increases the pace. He is fucking me faster, riding me hard. His cock spears deeper and deeper.
"Please Master, I need to come." It's all I can do to gasp the words and I groan with relief as he gives me permission.
"Come for me. Come for me little slave."
My cock erupts. Cum spews into the sheets under my body as I cry out with the pleasure of it. Master shoots a second load, this one deep in my ass. He marks me, claims me, owns me. He slows his thrusts and pulls out of my ass. The long slide of his cock leaving my chute causes me to groan and shoot another thick spurt of cum. I collapse into the warm puddle, feeling so good and relaxed I don't care about the wet. Master has given me my reward. I have been well and truly fucked.
Master lays by my side, stroking my back. I sigh, basking in his approval and love. He playfully slaps my ass.
"Come slave, time for a shower. After you bathe us, you can change the sheets. You made quite a mess my pet."
I grin and rise from the bed, "Yes Master," I reply and follow my son into the bathroom.
I am ready and willing to continue our weekend game. Master makes my life complete. Master loves me.