I had butterflies in my stomach as my car pulled up in the driveway. I shut off the lights and sat for a moment in the darkness. It had been two months of emails, but I was finally at Bill's house. I'd never met him, but after all of our emails and phone conversations I felt that I knew him quite well. I climbed out of the car and walked nervously to the front porch of the wooded ranch house. I hadn't talked to Bill since he had emailed me the directions to his place the day before. They came attached to an email that was the conclusion to a long string of enticing correspondence between us.
Bill's email had read:
Hello Matt (or should I start calling you Slave?), >> >>I am going to attach a picture of my cock, taken a couple days ago. I'll >>let you decide how much you like it. It's nice to hear that you're >>interested in wearing a slave collar for me. Still, you'll have to earn >>that privilege. Are you 100% sure about licking my balls and sucking my >>cock? I get too many emails and calls from guys who SAY they want this >>experience, and then back out. Be advised, if you come over this weekend >>and want to live out this fantasy you have of being dominated then I will >>make sure you work hard sucking my cock and swallowing my hot cum. >> >>Take care future slave and I hope to see you on Friday night. >> >>Master Bill
I knocked and a moment later someone walked over and opened the door.
"Hey Matt!" Bill said as he opened the door. "Glad you made it, I was starting to think this would just be another one of those Internet things that never materialized." He looked exactly like he did in the pictures that he'd emailed, of course in many of those pictures he was nude and right now he was wearing a pair of jeans and a denim shirt. He was over six-foot, and quite stocky. His brown hair was still thick, but the slight gray in portions of his full beard and mustache helped show his age of 51.
I stepped inside the house, still feeling plenty of nervous energy. "It was touch-and-go for quite a while. I have to tell you I was pretty...well I am pretty nervous."
Bill smiled. "Understandable. I'd lie if I said I wasn't. The first meeting is always the tough one, setting up the rules. You know." He then laughed, "Of course, I was more nervous that I'd be spending the evening alone. But relax, we'll go slow. Can I get you a drink?"
"Coke."
Bill walked off towards the kitchen. "Make yourself at home."
I looked around the large living room. Pictures hung along the walls of Bill and his relatives and friends. A big-screen TV was against one wall and nice furniture occupied the area. The aroma of cigar smoke still lingered in the air. Bill obviously had a decent job but there was no hiding the fact that his home was a pure bachelor pad.
How had I ended up here? It was pretty amazing when I thought the whole thing over. Six months ago my girlfriend dumped me. I didn't have many options as I was just out of college, new to the area, and still didn't know many people. I posted an ad on an adult matchmaker service. Several responses had come in from women, but they didn't go anywhere. I just didn't feel it was time to get back into any form of serious relationship. Then after a few weeks, I received an email from Bill. It was pretty straightforward. He was a gay man who liked my profile and picture and he wished me luck in finding someone who would make me happy. However, in his conclusion he added that if I couldn't find the right woman that I would always be welcome to email him. I didn't respond immediately but after a few days I wrote back and told him how much I appreciated his honesty and while I wasn't gay it made me feel good that at least someone out there thought I was handsome.
As strange as it was, over the next few days Bill and his email kept coming across my mind. While I was at work, driving in my Jeep, and even while hanging out with some friends. The thought of his honesty and attraction really had my attention. With nothing to lose, I decided to ask him about what his attraction for me was. His email reply caught me off guard...
I LIKE YOUR LOOK MATT. YOU'RE YOUNG, IN SHAPE, AND STILL >>LOOKING FOR YOUR PLACE. THAT SORT OF THING REALLY >>TURNS AN OLD GUY LIKE ME ON. YOU SEE, I LOVE TO BE >>IN CONTROL OF YOUNGER MEN AND... >>I THINK YOU'D BE THE PERFECT SLAVE FOR ME. -MASTER BILL
At first I was offended but then slowly thoughts of being with Bill began to creep into my head. I encouraged him to tell me more and he sent me the web-address to a private home page that he had created. On his site he had numerous pictures of himself with a couple of young men. Each of the pictures showed some form of sexual domination with Bill always in the position of power. The men with Bill all wore leather collars and were often on their knees sucking his cock, being spanked, or getting fucked in the ass. The most astonishing picture had a man who was roughly my age on his knees wearing a leather collar and leash. This slave's mouth was open and he was accepting a long string of cum from Bill's dripping cock. Bill towered over the slave and held the end of the leash in his hands. It was an image of pure submission and before I knew it my erection was harder than it had ever been.
I found myself returning to the site each day...and to my amazement I began having masturbating and envisioning myself with Bill in these same situations.
So my emails began to hint to him that I might like to meet him and see if this was something that would work for both of us. Bill emailed me daily pictures of his cock and I began masturbating while looking at it. I could picture myself on my knees pleasuring this older man, and nervous or not, I knew that my urge to try this was something I could not ignore.
"Here's your drink," Bill said as he walked back into the room.
"Thanks."
"Hey, have a seat, make yourself at home."
I did. "Nice place you have here."
"Well I do what I can. It's taken forever to fix it all up but it works for me. You find it OK?"
"Oh yeah. Great directions."
"Most people miss the driveway at night with all the trees around."
"How much property do you own?"
"5-acres. I may add onto the house down in a few years. But I need some time to just enjoy everything I've done before I start in with a new project."
"Looks big enough to me. Just you?"
Bill laughed. "Yes. All me, myself, and I."
I drank some soda. "Wow. This is just different than I expected."
Bill laughed. "How's that?"
"I don't know. I guess I expected you to be giving me orders and making demands."
"What, did you expect me to open the door naked with a whip in my hand? That'll come later."
This made me laugh quite hard. "Well...gee...I guess I really don't know what I expected."
"Well Matt, I've played this game several times and each time it works out a little differently. What I find works best though is easing into things. Trust me, once you feel comfortable enough to relinquish control, then I'll handle the rest." He gave me a wink then and added, "Here let me give you the tour of my place."
We got up and walked through the house. Bill showed me the den, his study, the finished basement with built-in sauna, his bedrooms, and the enclosed back patio complete with hot tub. You could tell he'd spent lots of time on every aspect of the place.
"Hot tub too!" I laughed. "Wow! If you ever see my apartment you'll crack up at what a shoebox it is compared to this place."
Bill chuckled. "Well we all have to start somewhere."
I drank some more of my Coke as I leaned over and ran my hand through the warm waters of the tub.
Bill walked over next to me. "You want to take a soak?"
I thought about it for a second. "Well, if you want too. I don't want to impose."
He was a gracious host. "Hey you're the one who did all the driving. A soak sounds good to me. My back can always use the release. Nothing more relaxing than a long soak...well almost nothing."
I laughed at this. The nervousness was easing up quite a bit and I was starting to feel at home.
Bill leaned over and raised the temperature. He then hit a couple of buttons and bubbles and steam started actively rising from the large round tub. "So how do you want to do it?"
I had no clue what he meant. "Do what?"
He smiled. "The tub? Do you want to borrow a bathing suit or are we just going in au natural? Either way works for me."
I thought about it for a minute. "Well, how do you normally go in?"
"The truth?" he asked. "I've never worn a bathing suit in this thing."
We both laughed at this.
"Ok," I said. "Sounds like you've made our decision for us."
"Yes, I'm good at making decisions when people let me have control." He gave me a wink and patted me on the shoulder. "Fine. Go ahead and strip down," Bill said. "I'm going to go grab a beer. You want anything?"
"I'm set."
He walked off. I stood alone in the hot tub room and began undressing. It was an interesting experience. Here I was stripping naked in a house I'd barely been in for a half-hour with a man I only knew from the Internet. Part of me was still a little scared but now that was starting to turn towards exhilaration. What would my friends think if they knew I was doing this? The pure taboo of being alone in this situation made it that much more invigorating. As I removed my underwear I could see my cock showing early signs of an erection. I stepped up and slid into the tub. The water was shockingly hot but after a few seconds it felt incredible.
"Oh darn I missed the best part." Bill had returned dressed in a thick robe.
"The best part?"
"Sure naked time." Bill walked to the tub carrying a bottle of beer. He then untied his belt and let the robe drift open. He was completely naked. I looked over and took a moment to examine his body. His cock looked beautiful, exactly like the image that I had already masturbated to plenty of times. He didn't seem shy as he stood before me. He slid out of the robe and walked over to the tub. "See you get to see all the good stuff on me and you're hidden under all that water."
"Oh sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to wait."
As Bill climbed up the steps and swung his feet into the water he said, "Well I figure if you decide you'd made a mistake, then a quick look at naked time might be all the fun I'd get tonight." He sat on the edge of the tub and just let his legs rest in the water.
"Aren't you coming in?"
"Thought I'd have a cigar first. You don't mind do you?"
"Not at all," I said.
Bill lit up his cigar and blew out some smoke before having a long drink of his beer. I sat in the water admiring his body. It was not a prime example of physical fitness but it was the body of a real man. He had dark black hair from his legs all the way up to his shoulders. He sported a larger than average beer belly but that only accentuated the fact that he was not a little man. And I couldn't help but continue examining his large member dangling between his legs. His cock was much larger than mine and it had a solid girth to it. His balls hung lower and larger than mine could ever hope to be and the whole package was surrounded in a dense bushel of black pubic hair.
The water concealed my hand, so I discreetly drifted to my own cock and gave it a couple of strokes. It was rock-solid and painfully bulging. It amazed me that the sight of another man could turn me on to such an extent.
"How's it feel?" Bill said.
"What?" I stammered.
"The water. Feel good?"
"Oh yeah, yeah." I went with the conversation but had the embarrassed look of someone who had been caught.
Bill smoked for a few seconds before saying, "So, how are you feeling about this whole thing so far? Disappointed? Nervous?"
I thought about it for a moment and then realized that I was no longer nervous at all. In fact, I felt right where I should be. "I'm glad I came over tonight."
"Me too," Bill smiled and said. "So, what does the rest of the night hold for us?"
I stretched out. "I'm not sure, what do you think?"
"Ha! I know what I think." He smoked and then his eyes drifted down to his dangling cock. "Hell, after reading all of our chats and emails. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I need to blow a load...real bad."
"Oh really," I let out a genuine smile and the last bit of tension in the house was gone.
"Yes, it's been so long for me. I need to have a slave again. And I think you'd be perfect for the role."
"I see. Were you planning on offering me a cigar?"
"Oh, you want a cigar?"
"Nope."
Bill looked puzzled. "Then what did you ask for?"
"Thought I'd like to have something in my mouth." My stomach fluttered with butterflies of excitement, as I couldn't believe what I had just said.
He smiled with relief when he heard my words. "I'm sure we can work something out," Bill said. "But not if you're way over there."
I slowly slid across the tub until I was positioned between his legs. I looked up at him as he sat on the edge. "So what are we going to work out?"
He reached down and grabbed his tree trunk around the base with one hand and hoisted it up, dangling it in front of me. "Well if you want something in your mouth really bad, I bet this might suffice."
I rested my elbows on his knees and hovered between his hairy legs.
He continued, "But before you take this, you need to weigh the situation. You need to know, if you suck my cock, then you become the slave and I become the Master. Our little relationship is going to change. From that point on whatever I say is the way things will be done."
"I understand."
Bill continued, "That means that I am in charge. You need to place your trust in me. I will only do what is good for the both of us, but the decision is mine. If this is what you want to submit to, then I want you to call me Master."
Our eyes were locked in silence for several moments.
I knew this was the kind of arrangement that was going to need to begin with honesty. "Master, I've never been in a situation like this before. I've never had any form of sex with a man. So I'll need a good teacher, who'll be patient with me."
Bill wiggled his cock and grinned. "I agree to that, slave. Now, if you are 100% prepared to serve as my slave you'll need to complete Lesson #1."
I looked at him. "What's Lesson #1?"
He put the cigar back into his mouth. "That's the lesson where you learn how to suck a man's cock." He let his cock drop and it swayed, waiting for me.
I moved closer and reached out, taking his length into my hand. I gave it a few playful strokes and could feel it begin to stiffen in my hand. This was the first time I had ever held another cock and yet it was all so natural that I knew I was right where I was meant to be, between the legs of another man. Bill had an ear-to-ear smile as I began exploring his shaft and balls with my fingers. Soon his erection was intense and he leaned back in anticipation. "Your Master wants you to suck his cock."
I opened my mouth and welcomed him inside of me.
"That feels incredible." He groaned as I slowly began wetting his ever-hardening rod. "I believe you'll make an excellent slave."
Bill's massive cock was still growing as my tongue and mouth began working it over. I'd never sucked a cock before but I began by simply doing things that my ex-girlfriends had done with me. It didn't take long though before Bill's enjoyment made me feel comfortable enough to start working on some of my own techniques. My head bobbed up and down along his solid bone until it was slick with my spit. Then as I heard his groans I began swaying my head from side-to-side and drawing a figure-8. As the minutes passed, I was building up momentum.
Bill reached down with a hand and placed it on the back of my head, showing me the speed that he liked best. "This is what your Master wants. Look at me."
I slobbered along his length and looked up into his eyes.
"Slave, are you ready for the end of Lesson #1?"
I continued working his length with my mouth for a few seconds before switching to my hand saying, "What's that?"
"That's where you take your Master's cum."
I took turns licking his cock head as it slid through my hand. "How am I taking it, Master?"
Bill grinned. "Eventually you'll take it how I decide. But since this is your first time, I'm giving you a choice, you can swallow it or else you can take it along the face."
Bill groaned again and said, "Matt, it's been so long since I came. You need to decide now or else I'll decide for you." This really turned me on and I could feel my cock squirting substantially under the water.
My pace quickened and there was no way I was letting him out of my mouth. "Master," I panted. "I want to swallow your seed." He led me back to his length and ordered me to continue.
The hot tub cycle shut down a few minutes later, just as Bill's body tensed.
He let out a huge roar that only sounded louder with the immediate silence from the tub. If he had close neighbors there is no doubt that they would have heard the shout of his immense orgasm. He placed his hand tight on the back of my head and held me in place, deep on his cock. Before I knew it there was a blast of hot liquid from his cock followed quickly by two more. He shot his load into me and it was sweeter than I could have imagined. I swallowed as much as I could but Bill was still delivering more and more. I knew that he must have not had any form of sex for months to have this much cum, and I was grateful for it. The feeling of that cock exploding in my mouth was one of the greatest experiences of my life. At that moment I knew that I had given this man a great feeling of pleasure, and my reward was his scorching sweet cum.
Bill collapsed backwards laughing as he lay on the edge of the tub. "Matt! That was incredible!"
We sat in the tub for one more cycle and just enjoyed the relaxing pulse of the water. Finally, we both climbed out and dried off.
Bill looked at me, "Slave, I want you to stay here with me for the weekend."
I hadn't planned on this but the newness of the situation made it incredibly exciting. "Yes, Master." I trembled just saying those two words, surrendering myself to him.
Bill put on his bathrobe and walked out of the room. I stood there alone still reeling from the past moments. I could still taste his juice in my mouth; it felt like a dream and that any moment I might awaken back at my apartment. I started putting on my clothes just as Bill returned. "What are you doing slave?" He asked.
"I was going to get dressed."
Bill smiled. "Oh no. When you stay with me, you will not wear clothes." His hand then reached up and showed me a large leather collar. "This is the only item of clothing you will wear when you are with me."
I felt my cock stiffen with excitement. It was the same collar I had seen other men wear on Bill's web page. "Yes Master. I understand."
Bill stood before me. "I want you to get down on your knees in front of me."
I did as I was told.
"Now slave take me back into your mouth.
I opened my mouth and welcomed his limp wet shaft back into me.
He reached down and placed the collar around me. The leather was colder than I expected and it felt very strong and thick around my neck. Bill continued, "This collar is a symbol of your servitude to me. When you visit me you will strip, get on your knees, and beg to have this collar placed on you. You earned the right to wear this collar by swallowing my cum. You have made your Master very happy, and this is your reward."
I felt Bill lock the collar into place. My cock grew so hard so fast I couldn't believe it. Suddenly everything felt real.
Bill must have noticed. "I can see you already enjoy the feeling of submission. Good. If I ask you to suck my cock you will suck it. Should I want to fuck you in the ass, you will bend over and allow me to. As my slave you will trust in me and you will do as I command. Look at me." Our eyes met. "As my slave you do not know the word `No'."
I remained on my knees, his cock growing in my mouth.
"Good. Now slave, please demonstrate to your Master how you like to suck his cock."
My knees were hurting from kneeling on the floor but I began working Bill's cock as I had earlier in the tub. However, this time my new Master was giving me some advice on what he preferred. As I sucked and licked Bill would lead me in certain directions and explain what he enjoyed the most. He told me to remember exactly what he liked as he did not enjoy having to review his lessons.
Bill remained hard in my mouth for thirty minutes as the lessons on oral servitude continued. As he began to conclude, he told me that he wanted to end the lesson with another orgasm. This time he was in a position to help my rhythm and he began pushing forward with his hips. He placed one hand on the back of my head and rested the other one on his hip. He began working me harder, increasing his thrusts. "That's right slave. Suck your Master's cock. Earn your reward."
I continued working his cock with my tongue and throat. The feel of his warm tool in my mouth was exhilarating. I closed my eyes and just took in the sensations. The heat coming off of his rod was powerful. The smell of chlorine mixed with his own manly aroma was intoxicating. The tickle of his thick pubic hair as it brushed against my face made me thrill with excitement. The light slap of his balls as they moved forward and bounced against my chin was a reminder that I sucked the cock of another man. For those minutes I just knew that my only purpose was to service my Master.
"Excellent." Bill continued thrusting as he spoke. "I believe you will be my slave for quite a long time. Will you enjoy that?"
I nodded my head.
Bill pulled back and removed his cock from my mouth. He walked behind me and took hold of my arms. Carefully he moved my arms behind my back and I felt two leather straps fastened around my wrists. There was no way I could get my arms free. I sat and waited and soon Bill walked back around in front of me, his cock was still hard.
I looked at him as he began stroking it in front of me. "Your Master enjoys having you on your knees slave. Do you want your Master to let you have his cum for a second time tonight?"
"Yes Master."
"How would you like it?"
I thought for a moment. "Master, please, I would like to have you do what you did to the other slave. The pictures you had on your web page."
Bill smiled. "Good. You are doing excellent. Your Master is happy to reward you. Now open your mouth."
I opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue.
Bill picked up some speed and began frantically jerking his rod. With a groan he shot a scorching load onto my tongue. He continued and shot a second and third blast across my face. Without the use of my hands and arms, I had to twist to try and catch as much as I possibly could. It was still thick and steamy has it dripped onto my face. Bill then positioned my head upwards. He towered above me and I looked into his eyes as a long thick string of his cum was slowly trickling down towards my mouth.
"That cum is your reward slave, but you have to wait for it."
It took an eternity as the cum stretched and lowered to me and the anticipation was incredible. I opened my mouth as wide as I could an made sure that the entire load would land inside of me. This is what I had dreamed of and now it was coming true.
The feel of that cum dripping into my mouth was amazing. Instinctively I began to close my mouth but Bill stopped me. "Oh no. I want you to stay there. On your knees. With my cum on your open mouth." Bill squeezed a few last drops from his cock and then turned around. I watched as he picked up my clothes and my belongings. "From now on when you visit me you will hand over all of your personal items to me. I will lock them up and will only return them when your service is finished. Nod your head if this is agreeable to you."
I nodded, still feeling his hot cum drip along my face and my tongue.
Bill walked off to another room taking my stuff with him.
I remained on my knees with this older man's fluid still leaking down my face. I could taste the sweetness of his seed, a man that I had only met a few hours ago was now treating me as nobody ever had in my life. I could only imagine what my family and friends would think if they saw the way I allowed myself to be dominated by another man. Still, the thoughts of my earlier and future submissions left me thrilled for even more. So I waited for my Master's return.
When Bill came back into the room I could not believe what he held in his hands...
TO BE CONTINUED!
By: Rob Spencer, runner2k99@hotmail.com