At this point, I believe we were both breathing heavily. Before he completely caught his breath I heard a loud rustling in his chair. He evidently was writhing to remove an article of clothing and his hair matted calf pleasingly brushed up against my ankle in the process.
When the sounds ended and he seemingly was sitting up in the seat as before, he slowly and deeply spoke, "now it's your turn. Get down on your hands and knees and place your head above my lap.'
I felt almost resentful but not surprised as I obeyed this command. I felt almost instantly revived as I caught an exhilarating whiff of his man scent.
My eyes had now better adjusted to the dark and I beheld before me his thick majestic fully hardened cock resting against his lower abdomen. I had seen other men's erections of course in straight porn, and I had always imagined myself indifferent to them. I was hardly indifferent to this magnificent specimen however and couldn't take my eyes off it. Oh, if there was only more light in the room to better observe the details of my newly discovered "objet d'art." It must have been at least 7 1/2", cut, with a sumptuous "straight arrow" dickhead, the ridge sloping to an artful curve. It had a stunningly wide girth and a substantial tunnel that ran along the underside from the base to the dickhead. Two impressive orbs hung from a mature low ball sac. This mesmerizing display was surrounded by a beautifully curled and tousled heavy bush, which more than a couple inches up lightened to a handsome graze, spread over the entire lower abdomen.
I think he approved of the trance like expression on my face. I was practically drooling and I felt the same heat build up in my loins. Once again I felt my own male parts stir and swell with renewed passion. Satisfied that I was stimulated by what I saw, he more good naturedly commanded me to gently grab hold of his penis, observe it and stroke it. But more menacingly, he insisted that I was not to look up from his lap. Throughout his session of dominance, he was to remain strictly anonymous. Furtively but decisively I reached out for the gorgeous living sculpture that pulsed with my grasp. The heat that leapt into my hand and the silky smoothness that covered this turgid fleshy wand was a defining moment in my life. I hope the reader will not be offended when I say that being granted the privilege to handle and more carefully study this vivacious living appendage was nearly a religious experience. At this moment, all inhibitions and negative feelings about my homosexual impulses evaporated instantly. I knew this delicious man meat, complete with its heat, its veins, its smoothness, and its unmistakable animal magnetism was about to be mine and I CRAVED IT !! . . . . . . In an instant, I was joyful that I was attracted to men and that there were men who were probably attracted to me. I was enthralled with the prospect of mutual bodily pleasures between men. I knew that I was just embarking on an adventure in my life that would bring me thrilling satisfactions that I had heretofore never imagined. Most of all, my animus toward my captor was no more. It was replaced with affection and sincere reverence. I felt sexy as I never had before, contemplating what explicit practices he would require of me. I would now eagerly oblige his every whim. The painful embarrassment, the humiliations were swept aside and well worth it as I pondered that their consequence was my exotic and erotic metamorphosis. Ironically, the fact that that miserable amazon had won me in that tawdry auction was the best stroke of good fortune I had ever known.
My contemplation was interrupted by a thrilling new command. Very simply, but authoritatively he demanded, "now lick it all over." I nearly head punched him in the stomach as I lurched forward darting my tongue out to oblige him. First, I cleaned off the salty pre-cum that was oozing out of his pee hole. I then swirled my tongue all around his springy dickhead and under the ridge. My tongue lapped over his hot veiny smooth shaft, from the ridges to the base, his thick man bush tickling my nose, its aroma making me giddy. His musky taste and smell were a sensational turn-on for me. Up and down his animated and throbbing pillar of flesh I would lick, my tongue strokes ever increasing in firmness and confidence. I was gratified that he evidenced pleasure with this exercise, as I heard little low pitched moans and grunts gurgle from the deep recesses of his throat. At one point, he groaned for me to lick his balls. Happy to oblige, my tongue moved lower over his wrinkled sac and further to taste the responsive springy orbs that hung down there. Realizing I was only giving him pleasure, I daringly sucked one ball part way into my mouth, running my tongue over the sac that covered it then proceeded to the next.
Nearly shouting, he blurted out his next request. "Now take it in your mouth, but watch your teeth. Take your time. Relax and try to take it down your throat. I intend to cum in your mouth and you are to swallow every drop of it."
This at first seemed a daunting task. I wondered how I was going to get this living beast in my finite mouth, but I was hungrily determined to do my best. I opened my mouth pulling my teeth away from my lips and led in his spongy dick head. I enveloped my lips over it and swirled my tongue all around. By now he had placed his warm large hand firmly over the back of my head. He was prompting my head lower, and my mouth glided slowly down his long thick shaft, my tongue furiously stroking up and down and all around. I was mustering all the suction I could apply on this hot pulsing smooth wet pole and it tasted wonderful. In seconds, this seemed the most natural and pleasurable activity there is. It was as if this was another vital function of the mouth: to suck cock. The fact that in my 19 years, this was the first time to engage in such a delight was inexplicable to me. I strained my ears to listen to his louder grunts and groans over the din of the almost deafening slurping noises evoked by my greedy ministrations to his throbbing wet pleasure pole. I was now determined to take his dickhead to the back of my tongue and into my throat, as if to swallow this delectable male organ whole. By now, he was face fucking me and I had learned to relax by taking deep breaths from my nose to help diminish the gag reflex. The thrusts of hot cock were now bouncing against the back of my mouth and my throat opened as if to begin swallowing it. As I was dangling his big balls with one hand. I crammed his huge meat down as far as I could with the other. Suddenly, his thrusts stopped, my fingers felt the balls do the telltale dance in their sac, his cock impaled down my throat gave one fabulously expansive throb and I felt what must have been long strings of heated cum shoot down my throat. He was gurgling out long throaty moans of pleasure as he discharged a flood of pearly passion into my vitals.
After releasing him, we both were breathing hard again, this time in a state of exhaustion. Again, before completely regaining his breath he spoke. "You are a good slave and a good student. But I am not finished with you yet. Before we continue, you need some rest. Listen to my instructions carefully. Get up and leave the room through the same door you entered. Exit the room you took off your clothes through the same door you entered. This will lead you into the front hallway. Climb the stairway at the front of the house. At the upstairs hallway take your first right. You can sleep in the bed in that room. If you need a bathroom, there is one directly across from the hall where you will be sleeping. The upstairs is completely dark. You are not to turn on any lights on upstairs except in the bathroom and only for as long as you need it. In the meantime you are forbidden to put on any clothes. You will remain completely naked until I instruct you otherwise. Now go and rest. I will meet you in the bedroom when I am ready. "
I arose without saying anything, plodded off by the candles to the door, my bare heels making thumping noises against the wooden floor, and entered the barren pantry, carefully closing the door behind me. The clothes in this dimly lit room were draped over the furniture just as I left them. I was relieved that the officious woman had not stolen them. When I opened the door to the hallway. the comparatively bright lights nearly blinded me. I had no idea how long I had been imprisoned in relative darkness. I wondered out loud as to the time and proceeded to the stairway as my eyesight adjusted to the light. I was startled part way upstairs by the presence of a full-length mirror hung just above the banister, that I had not noticed on my arrival. For a fleeting moment I perceived that a naked colleague was accompanying me upstairs. Even though I was again cold and still completely defenseless in a strange house, it felt good to be naked and sexual. I winked at myself as I passed that mirror and noticed that I had begun to harden again. At the top of the steps, it was unlit, as my master had assured. I opened the first door on the left, quickly felt for a light switch by the doorway and turned it on. Sure enough, it was the bathroom, complete with old-fashioned fixtures and installations. I lifted the seat off the toilet, secured my semi-rigid dick in my fingers, and peed contentedly in the bowl. For some reason, the tinkling sound of my pee hitting the bowl water sounded like music to my ears. I lowered both the seat and the lid, washed my hands in the sink and dried myself on an especially large fluffy towel draped over a rack on the door. I remembered to switch off the light as I left. I crossed the hall and entered a very dark bedroom. I could barely make out a large barred bed at the far end of the room, as this room was also evidently draped tightly and I proceeded cautiously to the bed hoping that I would not bump into any indiscernible furniture on the way. Upon arrival, I pulled back the covers and gleefully climbed in. The clean sheets felt marvelous against my naked skin. Thus began a lifelong habit of sleeping in the nude, with or without a partner.