As usual the early morning birds' chirping and singing woke me up. I saw the clock beside me. It was 5:51 am. I turned my face to my Master sleeping at the left hand side of me. He looked asleep. My Master always takes the left side of whatever we do; you already know that a slave is to be on the right side. Just like the pocket hanky color codes.
I deactivated the alarm of the clock and slowly got out of the bed trying not to wake up my Master. I went to the kitchen and started to prepare the first part of his breakfast -- a glassful of orange juice and some vitamin tablets.
I went back to the bedroom. He was still asleep, lying on his side. A big smile came to my face when I found a rigid hardon at his groin; I suspected he was dreaming of fucking me or in need of that morning pee. I moved my face closer to that thick 6-inches tool till I sensed the lovely manly smell there. I inhaled the mellow male-aroma deep into my lungs. I enjoyed that smell for a few more inhalations then started to lick the thick hardon up gently. Shortly my Master woke up.
"Good morning, my boy," he said. And after a while, "--Good boy."
I stopped licking and smiled at him, "Good morning, my Master." I moved upwards and kissed him.
"It's 6 am, my Master."
"OK. Thanks." He yawned.
I went to the kitchen again and started to prepare the cereal, I have been given instructions to get cereals and milk ready. My Master is a bit overweight but conscious of eating high fibre foods for his health. Soon I saw my Master entering the kitchen. I hugged and kissed him then handed the orange juice and tablets to him.
"It's very fine today, my Master," I said.
He gave a glance to the outside and said, "Yeah, very beautiful day."
I thought his hairy big body was the very one that was beautiful, but I didn't say anything. Well, he has some fat on his body that has come naturally with his age of 55, which is 26 years more than mine, but his thick bone and bunch of muscle underneath the fat are keeping his body very tight and burly. And, I just love such kind of thick body. I don't like all muscle guys without any fat. I find men sexy and cute with layer of fat covering their bodies on thick bones and muscle. So, his body is perfect. Mind you, he is trying to lose weight to have more stamina and staying power when he thrusts his precious tool into my body. It's a very nice of him, isn't it.
As I mentioned, he is hairy. Very hairy all over!! Which makes his complexion quite gallant and valiant -- just the way a mature male should be! Compared to his hairy body, my body is kept smooth all over. My Master loves smooth body and has instructed me to be free from hair below my eyes. So, I keep my body baby smooth so that he doesn't get annoyed by any body hair whenever he touches my skin. Being hairless especially at my crotch makes me feel like a weak vulnerable boy who always needs his Dad's care and protection, and it also reminds me that I am my Master's property.
Well, anyway, I just love the way he looks, both his thickness and hairiness. I believe that mental beauty plays the most important role in a relationship. But, partner's physical appearance is still important, to keep one's admiration and adoration to his partner always at higher level. Actually, nobody but my Master can attract me. My Master is the only person who can cause my cock to react and start dripping pre-cum. That keeps all my attentions only on my Master.
While I was admiring that his gorgeous naked body he drank up the orange juice and said, "It's your shower time, boy."
"Yes, my Master," I replied and followed him to the bathroom.
There he opened the door of the shower recess and gestured me to get in. I entered the shower recess and sat there facing him. My clothes? Never mind. I have been instructed to be always naked when at home without any visitors.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth," he said in a stern tone.
I obeyed instantly. After a short time a stream of warm fluid hit my chest then it moved up to my face. I tried to swallow as much as possible, but his urine was a little bit bitter so I only could swallow a few gulps. Intensity of the stream subsided after soaking my hair. I wiped my face with my hands and opened my eyes, where I found him looking at me with a smile on his face. I smiled back.
"Now you take a shower. I will go to the toilet."
"Yes, Sir."
I took a short shower and dried myself. When I turned to the kitchen my Master went into the bathroom. I had small amount of coke to refresh my breath. Then I prepared his breakfast with hearing him taking a shower. By the time he came out of the shower room I finished preparing his breakfast and put it on the dining table. Then I crawled under the dining table.
My Master approached to the dining table and took his seat at the head of the table. He moved himself forward so that I could service him much easier. As he started having the breakfast I started to give an oral service to his cock. His cock is so thick that I usually cannot keep sucking on it for a long period of time. I frequently changed the service to licking motions and by that I managed to keep servicing him until he finished having his breakfast.
"Good boy," he patted my head with his big thick hand indicating me to stop servicing.
I crawled out and kissed him. He stood up and headed for his notebook PC which he turned on when he came out of the bedroom. I followed him and crawled under the desk to service him there too. I have been instructed to suck my Master's cock at any time to please him, so at any time and place I will always be on my knees sucking and servicing the virile cock that I also love to impale my hungry hole.
"OK. I better go," he said after checking his e-mail box.
I stopped servicing him and followed him to the bedroom to help him get dressed to go to work; one of my duties in serving my Master is to bend low and place on his socks and shoes. My Master has a habit of always tying the shoestrings in a wrong way, so it is my task to tie his shoestrings neatly.
After all these preparations and dressing, he then at last said, "Alright, now I will go."
"Oh... Your slave will miss you, my Master." I kissed him.
"Oh, sure, sure," he rolled his eyes and reached my sensitive nipples and started to play with them.
"Your slave means it, my Master." I stared into his mysterious green/brown eyes.
"Yeah, at least it does," he grabbed my swelling cock and smiled.
This slaves' worthless cock I have between my legs is only 5 inches and very thin, not comparable to my Master's gorgeous man-tool. That fact always reminds me I am far lower than him, too. He inspected the tip of my tiny cock with his index finger. He smirked with showing me the wet finger.
"What's this, eh?"
"It's pre-cum, my Mas..." Before I finished replying he pushed the wet finger into my mouth with firmly holding back of my head with another hand. I cleaned it with my tongue.
"It obviously does, huh." He placed his hands back to my nipples and recommenced to play with them.
"My Master..." I frowned.
He tugged me toward him by my nipples, which made my cock jump up, and hugged me very tight.
He whispered into my ear, "I know, my boy. I know very well that you will miss me."
That statement squeezed my heart intensely. He gave me a short kiss then pulled himself away and headed for the entrance door. "See you later."
"Yes, Sir. Please, please take care." I said in a begging sound.
"I will, I will. Be good!" and he went out.
I shut the entrance door and locked it then walked to the window facing the garage. I enjoy so much watching he moves, so I don't miss any chances. He just opened the door of his station wagon when I opened the curtain wide enough for me to peek through. He noticed me watching him and waved to me from the driver's seat. I waved back. Then he moved his car and disappeared from my eyes.
I headed back to the kitchen, washed dishes he used and started to prepare my breakfast...
Well, this is almost the routine of the life of my Master and me in the mornings. On Saturdays we get up later than that, and on Sundays a different routine happens.
It was another beautiful Sunday morning. I woke up from the feeling of my Master's movements. I turned over facing him. He was lying on his side facing me. He opened his left eye then closed it again.
"Morning, boy," he murmured.
"Good morning, my Master," I kissed him.
"What time is it now?"
"Well," I checked the clock, "It's 7:30, Sir."
"OK. Breakfast."
"Yes, my Master."
I got out of the bed and headed for the kitchen. Soon he came to the kitchen too and I passed a glass of orange juice and some tablets to him. I kneeled down and started to lick his balls without any special instructions or reasons. Well, there was a reason, of course. It was `to please my Master.'
As his lover and as his slave, pleasing my Master gives superb mental pleasures to me. This is what I live for...to serve and please him, to offer my body for him to use as he wishes. I have been instructed to do these things and because I desire to do it voluntarily I don't have to be ordered to do these things all the time. We both know that doing these things clearly shows my love to him, my admiration to him and my obedience to him. Thus I do try to do these things as often as possible, whenever a will to please him arose in my mind. I am sure he enjoys receiving these activities from me. Well, the fact that he has never rejected these services is obviously telling me he loves it.
To tell the truth, I want him to be more selfish and arrogant to enforce me to do these things, especially to please him sexually. Obeying and immediately following such kind of orders given by my Master makes me feel secure because I can feel his strong domination and control over me. Of course, he sometimes orders me to do these things, not that often, though. And in very rare occasions he enforces me to do these things not by stating any vocal orders but by using his massive physical strength, usually gently but quite mercilessly when he is angry with me. Seeing his weight twice as heavy as mine and with thick muscles all over his body, it is as easy as pie for him to take over me and strangle me.
"Good boy. Very good," he patted my head with his right hand after drinking up the orange juice.
Then he went to the toilet. I prepared cereal, and then waited for him under the table as usual.
He came back from the toilet and sat on the chair. I approached to his genitals and started an oral service.
One minute later he patted my head and said, "Stay there."
He stood up, went away and came back. He threw the collar with chain on the floor. "Put it on."
He started to eat his breakfast again, holding the end of the chain in his left hand. I put the collar on around my neck and recommenced the oral service. In 5 minutes or so he finished having cereal and tugged the chain.
"OK, my boy. It's time for this week's Mass." That statement instantly made my heart to pound.
He stood up and headed for the main living room. Being tugged by the chain connected to the collar, I followed him. There he passed me two sheets of paper on which the Slave's Credo was written. This Slave's Credo is a list of rules and orders to be followed by a slave promising that the slave gives up all his right to his Master and goes under his Master's control for his life. It is based on the one shown in a web page we found and we have modified it to suit our preferences, our life style and our relationship. We have been making changes and alterations until now because we are getting more mature in our relationship, but the basic context is perfectly the same as the first issue.
"Bend over, put your head under my crotch and hold my thighs," standing with his legs wide apart holding a paddle in his right hand, he ordered me. When I did as instructed, he closed his legs a little bit to hold my neck tight with his inner thighs. I could feel his balls resting on my upper back. "Now, commence to read it," his strict voice came.
"Yes, my Master. This slave boy willingly and unconditionally submits his body, mind and soul to his Master, for he is his Master's slave."
SLAP! A sharp sting arose on my right ass.
"This slave boy's very thoughts will be only to love and serve his Master and to make his Master proud of him, for he is his Master's slave."
SPANK! Another one on my left ass.
This procedure was carried out for another 20 lines and we finally arrived at the last sentence, something like repeating the first sentence.
"This Slave's Credo is totally and completely understood by this slave boy and he willingly submits his body, mind and soul to his Master."
SPANK!
By then my butt was hurting like on fire so I had to grit my teeth to bear the pain. It was really a thing to receive such severe pain but I was completely satisfied by that, too. This procedure is done in order to keep my attitude in line and to assure that my Master accepts me as his slave. This time he chose that position, but this is not the usual position for us to carry out this procedure. Usually he only stands dictatorially holding the chain while I read up the Slave's Credo kneeling in front of him. In some occasions he orders me to carry out in some other positions so that he can spank my ass as a sign of acceptance, like he did this morning. One day he lay on the bed on his back and ordered me to be on all fours doggy style over him for this procedure. There he ordered me to suck his cock to gag myself after reading every sentence, so that he could spank my ass very hard without being annoyed by me yelling out. As I could not grit my teeth to bear the pain with his thick cock in my mouth, the terrible pain took over me for longer period of time than usual. I am sure that was his another intention when he chose that position.
Well, anyway this procedure is something like swearing an oath, my mental commitment to my Master and his mental acceptance of me. Now, of course, physical one must follow. Sacrificing.
"Go to bedroom and lie on your back," he ordered.
"Yes, my Master."
I received the end of the chain from him and headed for the bedroom. As I was waiting lying on the bed, he entered the bedroom with a hood and some ropes in his hands. He put the hood on my head. My eyes were blindfolded. I was pulled downwards to the bottom edge of the bed, till my hip hanging out of the bed. There I felt he tied my wrists and waist with the ropes.
"Now try to move your body."
I tried but I couldn't move at all, except my legs. "I can't move myself at all, my Master."
"Good. ...Now, you know what will happen."
"Yes, my Master." I nodded.
"It will hurt, but it's a must. Are you ready?"
"Yes, my Master," I nodded again. "Please take me, Sir."
"Good boy." He kissed me, and then he placed a gag into my mouth. My heart was pounding so fast.
"Legs up," he ordered me shortly later. I obeyed his words and I felt him holding my ankles with his hands. He moved his hands forward until my asshole got at the right height for him. Well, that is the position he likes the best. With him standing on the floor behind me lying on the bed, it is easier for him to access to my asshole and also is easier for him to keep pounding me. Then, I felt something touching the hairless crack of my ass. I was quite sure it was his thick cock. After seeking the destination for a while, he found the way to go. He tried to enter, but wasn't immediately going inside my tight hole. Many trials were done, it was like he was teasing me and building up the desire, intensity or even apprehension... Eventually he did just what was needed, to push the tip of his glans into my unprepared hole. My hole was already hurting a little bit, but it was not uncomfortable at that time.
"Take a deep breath."
I obeyed, and when I started to exhale he shoved his cock up to my ass all the way in one move.
"Gmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh!"
The shock was so intense. The pain was unbelievably superb. Since he was holding my ankles so tight not allowing me to move my legs at all, I could do nothing but groan into the gag to try to relieve the terrible pain. But the intense physical pain automatically gave me an intense mental pleasure at the same time; I felt like I was going to heaven, this is what I need to tell me where I belong and where I get my own satisfaction.
Without caring my reactions he started to pound my ass straight away. Pulling out almost all, then pushing in all the way. His not only thick but also very rigid cock was screwing up my bowel giving me another pain, dull but quite intense, in addition to the harsh pain from my asshole. No mercy, no compassion. He was not even thinking of giving me sexual pleasures. He was just using his thick tool to give me pain. I can tell he is very good at it. Since he sparingly lubricated his thick cock, plunges with small amount of lubrication were making the pain more intense, I thought. My asshole may be even ripped. But I didn't care. Actually, I couldn't. I was all tied up, so I could do nothing but accept the reality that was going on.
All my senses were being focused on the tenderest part of my body, where his cock was cruelly brutalizing, continuously giving me both dull and sharp pain. Pain looked like the only connection to the world for me. And I knew that was correct -- my Master is the only world for me. I was just crying into the gag yet these tears were not only for the unbearable pain but also for the ultimate pleasures I was receiving. No doubt, I was happy. Absolutely.
He kept his merciless thrusts steadily. I didn't know how long it took, but eventually his breath got louder and his thrusts got faster. After a while he groaned and just then I felt spasm stroke through his body for several times. He stopped moving trying to take his breath. I also tried to take my breath.
He waited there till his erection subsided, and then he took his cock out from my sore hole. He slowly put my legs down. He climbed onto the bed and sat on my chest. He removed the gag from the hood then raised my head by firmly holding the both sides of my head with his strong hands.
"Open your mouth wide."
As I did he shoved his now flaccid cock into my mouth. I sucked on it and used all my tongue ability to clean that priceless member of him. Thank God I didn't feel any iron taste. So my hole was not bleeding. After making sure his cock was now clean, he climbed down the bed, untied me and removed the hood from my head. He also removed the chain from the collar around my neck. I assumed that the collar would be kept worn around my neck all day long. I found I was correct afterward. He gently rolled me over to the right hand side then lay down next to me. There he hugged me with his all strength, and kissed my eyes to wipe tears off.
"Thank you very much, my Master," I said, knowing he accepted me again. "Your slave loves you so much."
"I love you too very much, my slave boy." He patted my tingling right asscheek, on where our symbol is tattooed to show his ownership over me. Then he kissed me passionately and hugged me tight.
The pain from my ass and asshole was still intense, but I was very happy with it. The pain was the real evidence of him having accepted me and me having received his domination. I knew the way he carried out this sacrificing procedure so quickly was the fastest way for me to be released from the sheer pain. So, it looks quite selfish of him relieving his sexual urge, but at the same time it is his way of showing his love and caring to me. Also, doing it without caring my feelings naturally shows me his mental strength to keep his words -- the way a Master should be. You must understand, doing these things is harder for the person who carries out than for the person who receives it, because a massive mental strength is required to do these things on to the beloved partner. With knowing all these, I told him I loved him so much. And I am quite sure that he also knew everything.
Being satisfied with such kind of immense pleasures in my mind, I kept hugging him tight...
This is the Mass we go through on Sunday mornings. Swearing an oath, and then sacrificing myself to the God -- my Master. By doing the Mass session on every Sunday morning, he can keep me in line to fit his taste and we both can feel a firm connection between us.
Our relationship is strongly motivated by the ideas of Master/slave relationship and Dominant/submissive relationship. But our relationship is also a mixture of being a servant, butler, slave, submissive, bottom or even a Daddy/son relationship.