Loving Master

Loving Master by Erin O'Niall Erotica

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LOVING MASTER By ERIN O'NIALL ISBN 978-1-60089-438-1 All rights reserved Copyright © 2008 Erin O'Niall This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission. A Sizzler/B&D Edition .sizzlereditions.com A Renaissance E Books publication

CHAPTER ONE I'm not really gay. I love women. I love their smell, the satiny feel of their bodies in my hands, the slick warmth of a pussy around my cock. I love that. I crave it. I dream about it. I just love my master more. Mistress gave me to him. She wanted to teach me a lesson, but when Master was done with me, I didn't want to go back. Mistress had found another slave, a beautiful, young woman, and she had no need of two. Though when she first started working with the girl, she alleviated my jealousy by allowing me to use her slave, until the night she introduced me to Master. She bound us together, face to face, naked. We hung from the rings in the ceiling. Our wrists were strapped together so we could entwine our fingers during Mistress's torture. Ankles were bound to rings in the floor, ensuring our immobility and keeping us both spread wide. My only adornment was a cock ring, and the girl wore a pair of nipple clamps. We thrust into one another while Mistress worked us over with the flogger, striking the back of a thigh, then a shoulder. Sometimes the errant finger of the flogger would graze my balls, and I would whimper a little, biting back the desire to beg Mistress to truly dominate me. I closed my eyes and relished the stinging slap of the leather on my bare skin and the girl's writhing motions against my body. We were both on the verge of flying, sweating and moaning with pleasure and pain, when the doorbell rang. Mistress left us for only a moment, just long enough to answer the door. I forgot to breathe when he entered the room. He was tall, well built with rippling muscles under his tight, black t-shirt. The sizable bulge in his black jeans hinted that he was well endowed, or else he was packing. His skin was dark, a natural dark, not one created in a tanning booth. His close-cropped, brown hair was barely an inch long and stood up like the bristles of a brush. His jaw was strong, and his cheekbones sharp. He radiated danger as he removed his leather jacket and walked in a circle around me after Mistress untied the girl, leaving me bound and exposed before this stranger. His eyes raked over my naked body, taking in the welts left from Mistress's whipping. He fondled my cock, and I stiffened when he spread the cheeks of my ass to examine my rosebud. His breath tickled my cheek when he leaned close and said, “Have you had a cock inside your sweet, little ass?” A chill coursed down my back, and I searched for Mistress. She had the girl bent over a table, fucking her and totally ignoring me. I swallowed hard, and finally found my voice, “No, sir.” His finger trailed down my crack and pressed against my opening. I shivered at the sudden intrusion. I wanted to scream for Mistress. I wanted her to send this stranger away, but at the same time, I wanted to know. Being fucked by a man had long been my secret fantasy. I'm not gay, but I wanted to know. I gasped when his finger intruded a little more. “I'm going to put my cock in this tight little hole, Slave. Did your mistress ever fuck you?” The intrusion pressed in a little more. A pleasant little burn had started in my backside. “No, sir.” The finger left. I could hear him moving behind me, but he stayed out of my sight. I could only watch my mistress fuck her girl. The first sharp slap to my backside drew a cry from me. I recognized the implement, a heavy wooden paddle, both from the sound of it striking my bare flesh and the familiar sting. Ten hard swats, five to each cheek were delivered in rapid succession, then Master paused to whisper, “Did your mistress use a plug in your ass?” “Once, sir.” “Only once?” I nodded. Two more stinging swats landed on my tender flesh. “I prefer words.” “Yes, sir.” He said nothing, but eight more swats heated up my ass. Tears stung my eyes. My mistress had paddled me before, but nothing like this. Her blows didn't have this strength behind them, and this man seemed to know what I liked. It hurt, but at the core of my being, it felt so good. I closed my eyes, riding the high, reveling in the pleasure uncoiling inside me. “You won't be coming, Slave.” His hand was on my cock, and his breath was in my ear. “Not for a very long time, and only then, if I'm pleased with you.” He squeezed my balls, pulled at the tender flesh, and I thrust against his hand, afraid and eager all at once. “So anxious. Have you sucked cock? A real cock.” I licked my lips, more than a little apprehensive. Mistress had never given me this sort of pleasure before. She knew my fantasies, but she had never fulfilled a single one. Once she'd learned of my desire to be with a man, she took great pleasure in denying me that sort of interaction. “No, sir.” He rubbed the reddened globes of my ass and pushed them apart. I felt him kneel, and an involuntary cry left my lips when something warm and wet rasped over my asshole. Master's tongue, I realized. His lips were against my cheek a minute later. “Once I fuck you, you will belong to me. Your mistress says you've always wanted to be with a man. Is that true?” I swallowed hard and nodded, but remembered before he could spank me again. “Yes, sir.” He said nothing, only walked away for a moment. Mistress watched with her girl cradled against her chest. A cruel smile played about her lips, but she said nothing. His breath was against my cheek a moment later. “I'm going to stretch you now.” A cap popped open. Lube, I realized, recognizing the chill stuff when it touched that sensitive place. I gasped and thrust my hips forward, away from his touch. He circled my hole with his finger, and I stopped fighting. Soft lips touched my shoulder, and a shiver rolled down my back. A moan left my lips when his lube-slicked finger pressed inside me, worked in and out for a moment, then pressed deeper, curling up to graze my prostate. I pushed back against his finger, wanting more, craving the soft burn that slowly gave way to pleasure. My head tilted back. More lube and a second finger joined the first. I had never felt anything quite like this, not even when Mistress had used a plug on me. Master knew how to touch. He brought me close to the brink of orgasm several times, before slowing down his motions. I whimpered when his fingers withdrew. “Don't worry, Slave, I have something better.” He unzipped his pants, and I moaned softly. My cock had never been so hard, and I'd forgotten all about Mistress and her new pet. My fantasy was about to come true. The sound of foil tearing drew me back to reality. Master's hands touched my hips with a surprisingly gentle grip. “You will say halt if you need me to stop.” “Yes, sir,” I whispered, gasping when the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. I won't lie. It hurt at first. His cock was longer and thicker than fingers, and I tensed after the head was inside. “I'll give you a minute,” he said and caressed my chest with his large hands. He squeezed my nipples hard, and his teeth nipped at my shoulder. “I love virgin ass,” he whispered, too soft for my mistress to hear. “Your mistress wanted to watch me fuck you, and afterward, you belong to me.” He pressed forward a little more, and I whimpered, hating and craving the sensation all at once. He was gentle, giving me plenty of time to relax as he slowly moved forward, then pausing once he was inside me completely. I glanced at Mistress, who watched with rapt fascination as Master grasped my hips and began to thrust, slowly at first, pulling out and sliding back in with smooth, easy strokes. At some point my head lolled back on his shoulder, and his lips brushed over mine briefly as he withdrew and pushed back inside me, harder this time. I thrust back against him, wanting him to fill me and regretting my bound position. Hands caressed my chest, stroked over my cock. Rough fingers pinched my nipples, and teeth

against him, wanting him to fill me and regretting my bound position. Hands caressed my chest, stroked over my cock. Rough fingers pinched my nipples, and teeth nipped at my neck and shoulders. Master's breath came in short, hard gasps as he worked in and out of my ass. He was close. I could tell, and a moment later, he gave one last hard thrust, and his teeth clamped down on my shoulder as he came. I whimpered in his arms, aching, needing release. He withdrew a moment later. My shoulder burned where he'd bitten me, and my ass felt stretched and a little sore. I heard him zip up, then he unbound me. He clipped the cuffs on my wrists behind my back and left the ones on my ankles alone, but Master did remove my cock ring. He stroked my hard shaft until I was thrusting into his hand. “You'd like to come, wouldn't you?” “Yes, sir.” I could only whimper. I was so close, so very close, and I ached so badly. A cruel smile touched his finely chiseled lips. “That won't be happening for a long time, slave, a very long time.” He pulled a contraption of snaffles and buckles out of his pocket and bound my cock in it. I whimpered and almost cried. “Don't worry, slave.” He clipped a leash to a d-ring on top of the contraption. “I'll let you come eventually, but for now you have no purpose other than to satisfy me. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” The cage not only bound my cock, but also separated and bound my balls, and when master pulled on the leash, something tightened a little painfully. I stumbled forward. “You will learn to walk with the harness and leash. Come slave.” I followed him toward Mistress. She smiled and held out one hand for him to kiss. “Was he satisfactory?” “Very much so.” “Do you always fuck so enthusiastically?” I could hear his smile. “Is there any other way to fuck? He's in good hands, Lisa, very good hands. I'll take him places he's never imagined.” She laughed. “Enjoy him, Alex. He's always wanted a man, even though he swears he's not gay.” Master glanced back at me and smiled. “But Lisa, you don't have to be gay to want a man.” He tugged the leash. “Come Slave, it's time to go home.” I followed him to the door, wondering if I would be allowed a blanket or something to wrap myself in. I thought of the nosy neighbors next door. They would be glued to the window with binoculars. Surely, Master wasn't going to make leave naked. “Master, I have no clothes.” He smiled over his shoulder, a decidedly cruel smile. “From now on you will ask permission to speak.” I lowered my head. “I will forgive your indiscretion this time. You have no need of clothes, Slave.” He pointed to my sandals near the door. “You may wear your shoes.” “But the neighbors will see.” I regretted my outrage an instant later when he tugged hard on the leash, pulling me close. I winced. “The neighbors will see your well fucked and reddened ass, and when we are home, you will receive five strokes of the cane for your out-of-turn speech. You do not need clothes, Slave. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” I whispered. I slid my feet into the sandals, and he led me into the balmy night air, naked save for my cuffs and the cage on my cock. I saw the curtains move next door, and a tear slid down my cheek. Mistress had never humiliated me like this, but if Master noticed, he paid no attention as he led me to his car. He stopped in front of the car and turned to me. “Put your face on the hood and spread your legs apart.” From the corner of my eye, I could see someone in the window next door. I imagined the little old lady there sighting in her binoculars for a better view. I hesitated, and Master gave another tug on the leash. “That's another three strokes. Face on the hood with your legs apart.” I complied this time, laying my cheek on the warm metal of his hood and spreading my legs a little past shoulder width apart. I wondered if he was going to fuck me like this. He dropped my leash long enough to open the car and retrieve a bag. He took a tube of lube and a large plug out of the bag. I watched as he lubed the plug, and winced when I realized he intended me to wear it. He moved behind me and pressed the plug against my hole. “Relax, Slave. The plug isn't as big as my cock.” I took a deep breath, trying to relax, even though I imagined hearing a nearby window opening. The plug slid inside inch by inch until it was seated firm and snug. “I'll be fucking you again later.” I started to rise, but he slapped my backside hard. “I haven't told you to move. Stay where you are, or I'll fuck you like this.” He took another item out of his bag, and lifted my head by the hair. “Since you can't seem to grasp the concept of not speaking out of turn, I'll have to gag you.” The ball of the gag pushed into my mouth, and it was fastened tight behind my head. “Now, Slave. Every part of your body belongs to me. I determine what, who and how you may be used.” He took a little bell out of his bag, and tied it to my finger. “Since you cannot speak, you will ring the bell if you are overwhelmed. Try it.” I rang the bell, and he tugged my leash again. “Come, get in the car.” My seat was lined with a plastic mat, one of the ones with little spikes. The spikes dug into my bare flesh, and I winced every time Master hit a bump. The plug shifted inside me, and worst of all, my cock was still throbbing, even though the cage kept it only half erect. As strange and humiliating as Master's treatment was, I was more turned on than I'd ever been. The driveway he pulled into led to a modest house. I could make out very few details in the dark. I only noticed that it had a high fence around the back yard. The garage door rose, and I felt relief he wasn't going to lead me outside the house naked. Master opened my door and tugged gently on my leash, leading me into a rustic living room. The furniture all had a southwest flavor, and there were statues and pictures of horses all over the room. “Kneel, Slave.” I dropped to my knees and lowered my eyes. “When you are with me, and I am not paying attention to you, you will adopt this position and wait for my command. I am not like your mistress. I demand obedience. You've already earned a punishment, which will be delivered just before bed. You may earn rewards in the same fashion. You have a job?” I nodded. “Were you living with your mistress?” I nodded again. “You will be moved here. I will send for your things. You will have your own room. Your purpose is to serve me. Do you understand?” I nodded again. “Your room is small and spartan. You will have no need of things, nothing except what is required to do your job. You are not to touch yourself, except to keep yourself clean. I will monitor your showers, and the door will be left open while you use the bathroom. I expect cleanliness, Slave. When I arrive home from work, you will be kneeling and waiting for me in the kitchen. Understand?” I nodded again, and he reached down to tilt my chin up. “Rewards are earned as easily as punishments. Please me, and you will have plenty of rewards.” His eyes were chocolate brown, dark and expressive. I shivered. “My last slave left me, and your mistress thought you would be good for me, but I won't make the same mistake with you that I made with him. Discipline will not be lax. You will receive discipline every morning in the form of a flogging, and punishment, if earned, will always be delivered with the cane. Understand?” I nodded. He tugged on my leash. “Crawl, slave.” I crawled behind him, noticing nothing except the hardwood of the floor. Briefly, I wondered what I had gotten myself into, but at the same time, I had always wanted this. I had always wanted someone who could truly dominate me, and Master seemed more than willing to do that. He stopped in front of a closed door. Keys jingled as Master unlocked it, and I crawled inside. It was a playroom. I averted my gaze, though I desperately wanted to gawk at the equipment. Master pointed to an elaborate leather bench. “Kneel on the bench, slave. It's time for your punishment.” This particular bench had me bent so that my ass was a little higher than my head, and my chin rested in a padded rest. My legs were apart enough to expose my hole. My hands were clipped to a hook above me, and Master secured my ankles and legs through a series of snaffles and buckles. I shivered again when I saw him retrieve a cane from a tub of water. He spent a few moment teasing, rubbing the wood against my exposed behind. I was no stranger to the cane. Mistress had used them on

me before, but not like this. The first strike was sharp, and I let out a muffled cry as the searing pain surged through me. Master counted each one, and he never struck the same place twice. By the time all eight had been delivered, tears were pouring from my eyes, and my ass was on fire. I doubted I would be sitting anytime soon. My hands were unclipped, though still bound behind me, and Master released my legs. He tugged my leash and said, “Come, slave.” I crawled behind him, around the wicked bench, and to a bare patch of floor. “Kneel.” I rose up, head still bowed and eyes averted. Master wiped the tears from my cheeks with gentle fingers. “Punishment is always painful. Think of these as tears of learning.” He removed my gag, and I watched him unzip his jeans so that his cock sprang free. He was thick, though average in length. He was cut, and the head of his cock was flushed deep red. He fondled himself for a moment. “You've never sucked cock before?” “No, sir.” He moved forward and rubbed the head of his cock against my lips. I could smell his musk, and my lips parted, allowing him to fill my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, sampling, surprised at the salty tang. I dipped my tongue into his slit, and drew out a bit of liquid. He moaned softly, and more cock filled my mouth. I sucked, knowing how much I enjoyed suction and hoping Master would as well. From his surprised cry, he did. He moved in and out, gently fucking my face, while my tongue teased his sensitive flesh, and I applied suction. When he withdrew, I let out a disappointed groan. “Face on the floor, ass in the air.” I complied, not wanting another series of strokes with Master's cane. The plug left my ass, and for a moment, I felt terribly empty. I whimpered, but then Master's cock slid into me, and my whimper changed to a cry of surprise. He entered me easily, but this time he wasn't so gentle. His balls slapped against my ass, and he grunted with each hard stroke. He withdrew, then slammed inside me hard enough that only his hands on my hips kept me in position. Hot semen filled me a moment later. He didn't withdraw immediately this time, instead his chest pressed against my back, and he breathed into my ear. “I love your ass, slave. It's so tight and warm. I get hard just thinking about being inside you. Do you like having me fuck you?” “Yes, sir.” “Do you like sucking me?” “Yes, sir.” His cock was half hard again, and I could feel him growing harder. “Just wait, Slave. I'm going to put two cocks in your ass.” I shivered, and he withdrew while I tried to imagine how he was going to put two cocks in my ass. “On your back, knees to your chest.” I did as I was told, but the position made me feel horribly exposed. Master smiled and leaned down to give me a gentle kiss, before his hand cradled my caged cock. “Would you like to come, slave?” “Yes, sir.” “If I remove the cage, will you be hard.” I swallowed, nodding, as I said, “Yes, sir.” “I will allow you to come tonight, but you will earn it the next time. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” He removed the cage and fondled my cock, now hard and full. I was so turned on, that every stroke had me gasping and writhing, trying to stop Master's teasing. He did stop a moment later. He pushed my knees almost to the floor, and exposed my well-fucked asshole. He licked me there for a moment. I arched up, wanting more, but his tongue went away, and his cock slid inside me instead. He fucked me hard, stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, and then I was coming, splattering my chest with come. The orgasm rocked me, and left me so spent, I barely noticed Master's climax, or the plug sliding back inside me once he'd finished. I was covered with sticky semen, and intoxicated by the scent of sex. I whimpered softly when he helped me to my feet and unclipped my hands. I was still floating when he cleaned my chest with a damp cloth and led me to a small room, barren except for a chest and bed. He turned down the covers and helped me into the bed. “Sleep now, Slave.” I closed my eyes, and he tucked me in. The last thing I remember was hearing him say softly, “You aren't going to be like John, Carl. You're my slave, nothing more. You won't find your way into my bed and heart then leave.” I know he watched me for a little longer, but I was too tired to care.

CHAPTER TWO The room had no door or window. It had no closet. As I studied it, I realized it looked out into Master's playroom, which was dominated by a St. Andrew's Cross, and the bench where I'd received my punishment the previous night. My ass hurt, and I avoided lying on it. The plug now felt uncomfortable, and worst of all, my rebellious cock was hard this morning. I toyed with the idea of taking care of my arousal, but the thought of more strokes from that wicked cane stopped me. I lay on my side, staring into the playroom, wondering what I'd gotten into. The thought made my erection fade slowly, and by the time Master stalked into the room, I was soft and doubting what I was doing. He had a box in his hand, and he studied me for a moment before yanking the covers back. “Out of bed, Slave.” He glanced at my cock. “Have you touched yourself?” “No sir.” “Good. Come, it is time for your shower.” The shower reminded me of the showers in high school. It was located in his basement, and there was only an open concrete floor, showerhead and a drain. A caddy hung from the shower with soap, shampoo and a sponge to wash with. Master took a moment to remove my cuffs then motioned me to the shower while he sat outside the range of the water to watch. I could think of nothing more humiliating than this, at least until he said, “Take the plug out of your ass.” I hesitated. “I want to watch it come out.” I turned so my backside faced him, bent over slightly and eased the plug out. He pointed to a bulbous object on the shower caddy. “Wash inside as well.” My cheeks burned as I douched my rectum with warm water. He didn't ask me to reinsert the plug, and I stood dripping when I finished my shower. He handed me a towel, and I dried off while he watched. “Come here, slave.” I approached, a little afraid. I knew so little about this man. Surely Mistress wouldn't have given me to someone cruel. I didn't understand why she'd fulfilled my deepest fantasy, and I wasn't going to ask. He opened the box, and I stared at the contents, a metal tube with a series of spikes and rings. From an attached chain was a matching plug, a crystal sparkled at the flared base. “This will be your sole article of clothing for the rest of the weekend.” He picked up the tube and slid it over my flaccid shaft, tightening it until it was snug. “You won't be having an erection for a while. The device will prevent that.” I shivered again, and he lifted the plug, threading it between my legs. “Turn around and spread your cheeks.” I did as I was told, bending forward slightly, and spreading my cheeks for him. I heard the sound of the lube, and gasped when the hard metal plug slid inside me. The chain between the two devices, separated my balls uncomfortably, but I didn't complain as Master checked the fit. A padlock was threaded through the tube, and locked. He showed me the key, hanging on a chain around his neck. “The plug will be removed as needed. The sheath stays on, and will only be removed for your shower. You will wear a chastity device at all times, think of it as a safety precaution.” My cuffs were put back on my wrists and ankles, and my wrists bound together behind my back. A leash was attached to a ring on top of the sheath. I followed Master back to the playroom. He led me to the cross, and bound my wrists and ankles to it. I couldn't see him, until he walked in front of the cross with a heavy flogger in his hand. He ran the tails through his hand a few times before speaking. “Every morning begins with discipline. We will start with ten strokes, and work from there.” He moved behind me then, and I waited for the blows to start. I was no stranger to the flogger. Mistress had wielded one quite well, but her strikes hadn't had Master's intensity, and she had used a much softer flogger. Master started at my shoulders, working each one with a sharp, stinging slap that drew a cry from me, then moved down my back. The ten strikes were over almost as soon as they'd begun, and he'd not struck the places where the welts from the cane were, but I had new welts now. My bonds were undone, and he led me from the room to a small country kitchen. He unfastened my leash and pointed. “I would like coffee and toast.” The coffee had already been made, and I poured him a cup and set it on the table in front of him before I returned to fix his toast. Bread was already in the toaster, and the jam and butter on the counter, along with a plate. The toast popped up, and I served him, kneeling at his feet when I was finished. “Go outside and fetch my morning paper.” I looked up, hesitating, and shook my head. It wasn't dark here, but broad daylight. “Please sir— ” “That's two strokes for hesitating, and two for arguing.” He sipped his coffee and buttered his toast. “Go fetch the paper.” I slowly rose, and walked out of the kitchen into the living room to the front door. I swallowed hard when I opened the door. Master's driveway seemed very long when I stepped off the porch and walked out to retrieve the yellow package. Across the street a man busied himself mowing the lawn, and a woman walked her dog just down the street from me. My cheeks burned as I picked up the paper. Across the street, the man mowing the lawn waved, but I turned and hurried back to master's house, anxious to be inside. I took the paper out of the wrapper before laying it on the table beside Master and kneeling again. “How many people did you see?” I flinched. “A man across the street was mowing his lawn, and a woman walking her dog. The man waved at me, sir.” I kept my eyes down, and my hands behind my back even though I was no longer bound. “Did you wave back?” “No, Sir.” “That's two more strokes for being unfriendly.” I swallowed hard, thinking of that sharp, stinging cane. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered. He nodded satisfied. “You may fix yourself toast and coffee if you like.” “Thank you, sir.” “You will eat at the table.” I sat in the chair beside him, squirming when the position made the welts on my ass ache and the plug shift uncomfortably. Master said nothing, just sipped his coffee and read the paper as though he had breakfast with naked men everyday. I could barely eat, so I swilled down coffee instead. Master said nothing to me, in fact, he ignored me, calmly reading his paper. I wondered what the rest of the day would bring. Master finished his toast and set the plate aside. I cleared the dish away and refilled his coffee mug. I knelt beside him, but he still ignored me. I knelt so long that my knees ached, but Master never acknowledged me. Until the doorbell rang. “Answer the door, Slave,” he said softly. “You will show our visitor here and serve coffee. Do not speak, or you will earn more strokes, and our guest will watch while you receive them.” “Yes, sir.” My reply was demur and meek, but inside I was quaking. Had Master gone insane? I rose to my feet and walked slowly to the door, unable to stop the trembling that overtook me. I opened the door and tried to hide behind it. I recognized the man who'd been mowing the lawn. He stepped inside and studied me a moment. “Where is your master, Slave?”

Apparently, this man at least, knew what Master was into. I led him into the dining area. Master folded up his paper when the man sat at the table. I found another mug and poured the man coffee, silently serving him, before returning to my master's side. “You've got a new toy, Alex?” “Lisa loaned him to me. She seems to think he'll cure my broken heart.” The man laughed. “And has he?” I desperately wanted to look at Master, but I kept my gaze down. “He's sated my lust. I won't make the mistake with this one that I did with John.” “Alex, you don't have a heart of stone. This one will... ” I felt his eyes on me, and I shivered a little, not liking this man at all. “You always say they'll stay in their place, and they never do.” “Rob, this one isn't going to replace John, and he's not going to cure my broken heart. I already promised myself he would stay in his place.” He reached down to tilt my chin up. “Right here at my feet. Not in my bed. Not at my side. Not my companion. Lisa said he's always wanted a man, now he's got one. I'll train him, and when he leaves, it'll cost me nothing.” The other man sighed, and I envisioned him shaking his head. “Alex. Alex. You know what will happen. You'll start out firm, but then one day, you'll feel lonely, and suddenly— ” “Not this one.” Master's voice had a hard edge, a determined tone, and I shivered. Rob sighed. “May I inspect him.” “Stand and present yourself, slave,” Master said. “Master Rob wishes to look at you.” I stood and spread my legs shoulder width apart. My hands were clasped behind my back. I stared straight ahead. This had been Mistress's preferred inspection stance, but I knew others had different ideas. Rob paced around me. He ran his hands over my chest and down to grasp my sheathed cock. His thumb pressed into my slit. I bit my lip to keep from reacting. “Have you probed his cock?” “No. Hands on your head slave.” I obeyed, and Rob moved behind me, caressing the fresh welts on my back, and the still aching ones on my ass. He pulled the plug out halfway and rocked it a little before sliding it back home. “His ass is tight?” “Until last night, he'd never been fucked. That's changed, of course.” “Of course,” Rob said. He twisted the plug, and I bit down a little harder to keep silent. Master studied me, and his gaze grew calculating. “Would you like to sample him?” “He is a fine specimen.” He slapped my ass, hard, and I yelped. The strike had made the welts hurt. “Already got stripes has he?” “He has a lot to learn about obedience.” Rob twisted the plug in my ass again. “May I fuck him?” Master shrugged. “I told you, Rob. He's my slave, not my companion. He'll do what I tell him.” Rob laughed softly. “Of course, Alex. Lead the way.” Master clipped my leash back to my sheath. “Come, Slave. You have work to do.” I followed Master into the playroom. I noticed more details now. There was a medical exam table in a corner, the padded sort. A pair of stirrups hid below its edge, though I was certain most exam tables didn't include restraints. One wall had a row of cuffs and manacles of varying lengths. There was also a plain, padded table near the spanking bench, and near the entrance to my room was a pair of cabinets. “Where would you like him?” I imagined Rob's gaze sweeping over the room. “The bench, I think. Has he earned strokes for the day?” “Six, so far.” “May I deliver them?” Master considered a moment before retrieving the cane from its bath of water. “Of course.” I whimpered when Rob took the cane and Master tugged hard on my leash. “Kneel on the bench, Slave.” I knelt, once again my ass was raised higher than my head, though Master adjusted the angle of the bench slightly before he bound me to it. My legs were spread apart, and the angle meant the base of the plug was clearly visible. Without it, my asshole would have been exposed. Rob twisted the plug. “A virgin till last night, you say?” “Yes.” Master moved in front of me. My face was even with his crotch. His cock was hard. I remembered the way he tasted, and I longed for that taste now. I wondered what his come would taste like. Would it be salty like his flesh, or sweet? I'd read that some men tasted sweet. I shivered when the damp wood of the cane touched my exposed ass. “Try not to strike over the existing welts, Rob.” “Do you take me for an amateur?” I imagined Master shrugging. “The sting is a reminder of the price of disobedience, but I don't want to hurt him.” “You are much too soft, Alex.” Rob's hand rested in the middle of my back, and I felt the rush of air as the cane rose. I yelped when the first strike landed, wincing from the sound. Master's strikes had been hard, and they had hurt, but Rob's ached, and after three blows, I buried my face against the leather of the bench to stifle my tears. Rob had moved down to strike across the back of my thighs. The welts were burning, and I moaned when the last three were delivered. Rob caressed my reddened flesh. “He marks so beautifully.”

Master touched the new welts. “Yes, he does. I rather like his ass striped like this, perhaps I won't encourage obedience in all things, just so I can see it like this.” His hand caressed the back of my thighs. “And here too.” I whimpered. “Beautiful job, as always.” “My pleasure.” The cane dropped back into its bath, and I took deep breaths, trying to stifle the tears I desperately wanted to shed. I wished Rob would leave. I didn't like him. I didn't like the way he and Master seemed to be competing over me. Rob ran his hand over my back. “May I fuck him?” I bit my lip, hoping Master would refuse. Someone removed my plug, and I could almost see Rob licking his lips. “Already lubed and ready, Alex? How kind of you.” Rob's rough hands grabbed my hips, and I tensed, certain I was about to be loaned out like a cheap whore. “I didn't say you could use him, Rob. He's mine. I will fuck him, and you can watch. You can beat off and come on his face if you want, but he belongs to me. I'm not sharing.” Rob's laugh left me cold. “So possessive.” Rob caressed my cheek and bent so he could look into my eyes. “Your master isn't going to share, but I get to watch him use you.” He stood again and my position meant I was at crotch level. “He could suck me.” “No.” Rob unfastened his pants and fondled a long, thick cock. I stared at it, glad I wasn't going to have to suck or be fucked by it. If Master's cock was beautiful, Rob's looked like an overgrown mushroom. He didn't touch me with it, but he got as close as he could. I wrinkled my nose at his odd scent. He smelled musty, like something left in the dark and damp too long. I closed my eyes, not wanting to stare at Rob's member. I concentrated on Master instead. I heard foil tear and the lube pop open before he slipped inside me. I whimpered a little, but relaxed until he was balls deep. “A virgin till last night, you say? He takes it so beautifully.” I opened my eyes to find Rob pumping his cock less than an inch from my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and remembered Master's cock in the same place, but when I opened my eyes. Rob was still there, pounding away, grunting as his orgasm drew close. Master worked my ass so well, and I concentrated on the feel of him, the sound of his balls slapping against my skin, the touch of his hands on my back. I blocked out Rob's grunting and wished I could erase the knowledge that his cock was so close I could taste him if I just opened my mouth. Master came before Rob. I felt him shudder, and I clenched my muscles tight on his cock to milk him dry. Warm, sticky goo struck my face as Rob came with a hoarse cry. I clenched my teeth tight to keep from tasting it, certain it would be tainted by his strange scent. Master slapped my ass playfully when he withdrew. “Satisfied, Rob? He has a lot to learn.” I opened my eyes as Rob put his cock back in his pants. “For now.” He moved around to touch the new welts he'd put on my behind. “Let me know when I could borrow him.” “I'm not in the habit of sharing.” “Just once?” Rob seemed to be pleading, but Master's voice was still firm when he spoke again. “The last time you borrowed one of my slaves... ” “That was a misunderstanding.” I imagined Master's eyebrow rising a bit. “John didn't seem to think it was a misunderstanding.” “That's all it was, and you've held it against me ever since.” I had no idea what they were talking about, or who John could be, though I gathered he must have been Master's once. My bottom hurt from the caning, and the rest of me was growing tired. I searched my mind frantically for the safe word Master had given me, but I couldn't remember it. Had he even given me one? Master touched my hair and released my wrists from the tether they'd been clipped to. “You know your way out, don't you, Rob?” I laid my cheek against the leather surface of the bench and sighed. I felt drained all of a sudden, too drained to make sense of the conversation. Rob's footsteps sounded on the floor. “Of course, Alex. Let me know if you decide to share. I'll put him through his paces.” I imagined Master smiling in a tight-lipped impression of a true smile. “Of course. Thanks for stopping in, Rob. I always appreciate your help.” Rob laughed. “He's fine, Alex, very fine, let me know when he's a little farther along in his training.” He walked off, but Master didn't follow him, only turned to release my bonds. “Stay like you are for a moment.” I didn't understand what he meant until he gently cleaned the mess from my face and wiped the lube from my bottom. I flinched a little when the cool rag touched my over sensitized hole. “You've earned a reward.” The chain connecting the plug to the sheath on my cock was removed, and the plug set aside. The rag swept over the new welts, and I hissed when it stung. Master helped me stand. “Come lie on your bed, and I'll treat those.” My legs trembled, and I leaned heavily on him as we walked. He eased me onto the bed. “Face down.” I laid down, hands clasped behind me. He left me long enough to return with a bowl and a jar of something. “I must apologize, slave. I don't like Rob messing with my slaves, but if I hadn't let him sample a bit, he would have tried to get you alone, when I wasn't here to protect you.” He dipped his cloth into the bowl and laid it over the fresh welts on my ass and thighs. “He got my last slave alone, and hurt him. At least now, his curiosity is satisfied, and he'll leave you alone for a little while.” I smelled a hint of spice mixed with the bowl of warm water, and the rag he laid over my welts soothed instead of burned. Master stopped his ministrations long enough to caress my cheek. “If you wish to leave me now, I would understand.” A part of me wanted to be away from this strange man, a man who had callously ordered me outside naked, but now treated me so tenderly. I wondered what his hands would feel like if we made love. I pushed the thought aside. I wasn't gay, and no matter how much I liked having Master fuck me, that didn't make me gay. Gay men fell in love with other men. I only wanted to be fucked by one. “No, Master.” Master smiled and set the bowl aside to open the jar. “My grandmother was a great medicine woman, and she taught me her medicine.” He smeared the salve on the

welts. “This will take the sting out, but they'll still be sore for a few days. Rest for a little while, then you may name your reward.” “Yes, Master,” I murmured and closed my eyes. His hand was in my hair again, stroking gently. “Don't let him too close, Alex,” I heard Master say softly. “Or he'll be just like John.” I fell asleep, soothed by Master's soft humming.

CHAPTER THREE My backside no longer stung when I woke, and I was still lying on my stomach. A blanket had been pulled up over my shoulders. I closed my eyes, still tired, and drifted back into a sleepy half doze. “I've brought you something to eat.” I opened my eyes to find Master sitting on the side of my bed with a tray. I smelled soup. I sat up slowly, wincing when the welts ached. “I brought some aspirin as well.” He set the tray on my lap, and I picked up the spoon, surprised my hand was trembling. I dropped the spoon, and Master picked it up. He fed me, bite by bite, until the soup was gone. The food was warm, and tasty, and I wondered if it was homemade, or if he had just found a canned soup that tasted homemade. “My grandmother's recipe,” he said and portioned out two aspirin. He handed me the pills and a glass of water. I stared into his deep, brown eyes. “I think I'd like to meet your grandmother.” His smile warmed those expressive eyes, and I shivered, realizing I was truly attracted to him. I didn't regret my out of turn speech, and he didn't offer up punishment. He only shrugged. “I wish you could, but she died when I was fifteen.” “I'm sorry.” Another shrug. “We were very close, but she still lives.” He tapped his chest. “In here.” I shifted to a more comfortable position. “Name your reward, slave.” I lowered my gaze. “I wouldn't know what to ask for.” “You may ask for anything, except to have the chastity device removed from your cock. You aren't allowed to come.” “May I see you naked, Master?” The question rolled out before I could stop myself. My cheeks burned and I closed my eyes. Master cradled my face, and his thumbs brushed over my eyes. “Open your eyes.” I opened my eyes and found myself staring into his dark eyes. “Have you kissed a man before?” “No, sir,” I whispered. He was so close. I could smell his maleness. My heart hammered hard in my chest, as he moved closer, brushing his lips over mine. “We have to remedy that. I like to use kisses as rewards.” He covered my mouth with his, and I moaned softly when he parted my lips with his tongue. His lips were soft and hard all at once. Kissing him wasn't that different than kissing a woman, except I could feel the stubble of a day old beard, and his motions weren't delicate, but rather strong and decisive. My cock twitched inside its cage, but the sheath prevented it from rising. Our tongues touched, and I moaned, reaching up to touch his face. He pulled away, smiling. “Do you like kissing me?” “Yes, Master.” “Do you like to have me touch you?” He trailed his hand down my chest. My heart still beat fast and hard. “Yes, Master.” I met his gaze. “Very much so.” He stood and held his arms out to his sides. “You may undress me, slave.” I flinched a little, but slid off the bed and moved toward him. I laid my hands on his hard chest, and pressed my lips against a bit of exposed skin before I worked the buttons loose, kissing the skin as I exposed it. Once the shirt was undone, I slid it over his shoulders, and eased it over his arms. Muscles rippled over his chest and stomach. I kissed each of his deep, chocolate colored nipples, and moved down to trail my tongue over the hard abs, until I was kneeling. I worked his fly loose, and I stared up at him, as I lowered his zipper. His breath caught when I pushed the material down to free his cock, hard and flushed red. I licked the length of it, then pressed my nose into his flesh, breathing in the musky smell. I slid his jeans down his thighs, as I sucked one of his heavy balls into my mouth. He moaned and cradled my head. “You may undress me,” he said again. “I did not say you could pleasure me.” I smiled and worked the denim down his legs and over his calves. He raised each foot so I could pull off the pants. His thighs were as muscular as his chest, and I kissed each one, running my hands over his smooth skin. He had very little body hair, except for a nest of dark curls surrounding the base of his cock. “Stand up, Slave.” I stood and moved close to him, close enough I could continue to touch him, feeling the hard biceps, and reaching around to caress the smooth skin of his back and ass. His lips claimed mine, and his tongue slid into my mouth. I returned the kiss, eagerly, continuing my exploration of the smooth skin and hard muscles. He moved me slowly backward and lowered me to the bed. I stared up at him, waiting, a little uncertain what to do. Mistress had never loved me like this. She rewarded me with a woman. In the two years I had been with her, not once had I shared her bed, not once had she made love to me, but now as I stared into Master's eyes, I realized that's what he planned to do. He kissed me again, hard and possessive, but his lips moved along my jaw and down my neck. There he stopped and looked at me. Emotion glimmered in his eyes for a minute, but I didn't know what it might be. “Are your nipples sensitive?” “Yes, sir.” He traced them with his thumbs until they were both hard little nubs. He lowered his mouth to one, licking and nipping until I moaned and writhed beneath him. My cock ached inside its sheath, but at the same time, I had never felt such pleasure. He moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. I whimpered. “Oh, Master.” He pulled away and cradled my face again, staring at me with that strange emotion once more. If he'd been a dog I would have sworn it was adoration. “Did your mistress never make love to you, Slave?” Tears stung my eyes. “No, sir.” “She never kissed you, or gave you pleasure?” He seemed sad now. “No, sir.” He caressed my cheek and bent down to offer me another gentle kiss. “I'm not like that,” he said, softly. “I want you to enjoy what I do to you. I want you to find pleasure in it, and I like to reward like this.” I wrapped my arms around him, giving myself over to his expert kisses. I tried to remember the last time someone had treated me like this, the last time sex had meant something, and I couldn't. The last time I remembered enjoying being touched like this had been years earlier, long before I'd heard of BDSM and met Mistress. Master guided one of my hands to his erection. “Have you stroked another man before?”

“No, sir.” I caressed the silken skin covering his hard flesh. My thumb slid over the head of his cock, gathering the liquid to use as lubricant. “Have you ever wanted to touch another man?” “Yes, sir.” Many times, just like I had wanted to be fucked by a man. Master whimpered as I found a steady rhythm. I wanted to taste him, to bury my face against those dark curls and fill my senses with him. “You do that so well, slave, I almost think you are lying.” He pushed my hand aside and shifted so that the head of his cock brushed my lips. “Open your mouth.” I opened my mouth, accepting the head of his cock and eagerly dipped my tongue into his slit to draw out the moisture there. He moaned softly, and I sucked him in further, taking him as far as I could without gagging. I sucked my way back to his head, before licking the length of him as if his cock were an ice pop. I buried my face in his dark curls a moment before returning to my task, laving both his balls until they glistened before sucking his shaft inside my mouth again. He pulled away, just as I felt his orgasm gathering. He pinned my wrists above my head and lowered his body on top of me. His weight felt so wonderfully natural. I raised my head, daring to steal a kiss before pulling away. He smiled. “Are you enjoying this?” “Yes, sir.” With my cock trapped inside its sheath, every other part of my body seemed more sensitive, and my arousal seemed to have dropped further down, gathering in my ass instead of my cock. Master gazed down at me, shifting so he could move my thighs apart with his knee. “Is your ass too sore for me to fuck?” I shivered. “No, sir.” I spread my legs further apart. He gazed down at my sheathed cock. “I've turned you into a slut.” He smiled when he said those words, and he released my wrists. “Leave them above your head.” He grasped my cock, stroking the length of the sheath. His thumb brushed over the head, dipping into the slit. I whimpered. “How long since this cock has been sucked?” “I don't know, sir. Months.” “Your mistress didn't suck it?” “No sir, sometimes the women I earned would, but not since she got her girl.” “I see.” He lowered his head, sucking gently on the head of my cock, and drawing out a cry. I wished that blasted sheath wasn't there, so I could shoot my load. Master pulled away. “Perhaps the next time you earn a reward, I shall suck you until you come.” “Thank you, sir,” I whispered. He left the bed and returned with the lube, which he handed to me. “Slick my cock.” I took the lube from him, squeezed out a generous amount and lathered his cock with it. My hand glistened when I pulled it away. Master spread my legs farther apart and pushed my knees to my chest. “Now your hole.” I reached behind me and slid two of my slick fingers into my ass, surprised to find little resistance. “Use more lube.” I squirted more lube onto the fingers I took from my ass and reinserted them. They found no resistance, and I worked them in and out. “Hands over your head.” I reached for the headboard, and remembered that my spartan bed didn't have one. I curled my hands around the mattress instead. His cock pressed against my hole, and I gasped when the head slid inside. Master took his time, allowing me time to adjust before filling me completely. Once inside, he leaned down to claim my lips again. “Put your hands behind your knees.” I obeyed. “Did you know there is something called an anal orgasm?” “No, sir.” He smiled. “Your cock isn't the only part of you that can bring release.” He pulled out and slid back inside at a slightly different angle, catching my prostate this time. I cried out, and he laughed softly. He fucked me slow, changing angles and speeds until I could only whimper and beg for him. My ass spasmed around his cock. I heard him moan softly, and he thrust into me a little harder. Warmth spread across my body, and I shivered as he bent down to capture my mouth. In its sheath, my cock ached, and I was certain I would have been coming if I'd been able. Master's breath tickled my ear, and his thrusting slowed slightly. “I'm going to come inside you, Slave.” “Master,” I whimpered, shivering, my ass clamping tight around his cock. “So good, Master.” I could barely speak or string two coherent words together. He changed his angle again, and I arched upward, writhing in ecstasy. His cock twitched, and I knew he was coming, filling me with his warm seed. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he collapsed on top of me. He caressed my face, kissed my lips, and whispered nonsense in my ears. “Master,” I murmured, daring to wrap my arms around his shoulders. His cock slid out of me, and I shivered with the sudden emptiness. “Stay with me, Master.” He kissed my forehead and shifted our positions so he could cradle me in his arms. “Of course, Slave.” He stroked my hair, pressed his lips to my forehead, and I drifted off, barely aware I'd had the most intense orgasm of my life, and I hadn't come at all. “I'm going to have to call you something besides Slave, aren't I?” I heard him whisper as I fell asleep.

CHAPTER FOUR Master's warm body was still curled around me when I woke. One of his knees was between my thighs, and one strong arm circled my chest, pulling my back tight against his chest. His breath rasped against my cheek. He was still asleep, and my room, and the playroom beyond were bathed in shadows from the sinking sun. I closed my eyes again, savoring this closeness. I knew I was nothing but a means of satisfaction for Master, but I felt loved at the moment. Perhaps not love, but certainly cherished. Master might humiliate me and give me strokes, but I had the sense he would never actually hurt me. The arm around my chest moved downward to fondle my sheathed cock. Master shifted behind me, and his hard shaft pressed against the cleft of my ass. “On your knees, Slave,” he said in my ear. He pulled away, and I changed position, kneeling with my face buried against my pillow, and my rump in the air. A finger probed inside me and was soon joined by a second, stretching. Master kissed the globes of my behind, and his fingers withdrew, only to return a moment later with a cool dollop of lube. I moaned into my pillow as Master curled his fingers up to massage my prostate. I curled my hands into fists, and the pillow stifled my cries as that warmth spread across my body, curling my toes and stealing my breath. Master rained kisses along my spine, then his fingers withdrew, replaced with the head of his cock. “Master,” I whimpered. I trembled in his arms, quaking from the strange new orgasm he'd introduced me to. “Oh, please, Master.” He moved forward, filling my ass with his shaft. His chest rested against my back, and he threaded his fingers between mine, pinning me beneath him. “Please, what?” My hips thrust back against him. “Please fuck me, Master.” “Gladly, Slave.” He began to move then, and I rocked back to meet him each time, whimpering into my pillow. He didn't just fuck me. He took his time, pleasuring me like this, kissing along my spine, whispering endearments in my ears. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and I cried out with the pain as my ass clenched tight on his cock, pumping the seed from him. I quaked beneath him, riding the waves of this new realm of pleasure. He collapsed against me once he was spent, still buried inside me. “I'm becoming addicted to your ass, Slave.” “Master,” I murmured. That seemed to be the only coherent word I could manage at the moment. He stroked my hair, kissed behind my ears and let his cock slide out of me. “Come, Slave, you may bathe me.” His weight left me, and I shivered both from the loss of contact and the emptiness I felt. My legs trembled when I stood. “Gather up my things.” I did as I was told, folding each item of clothing before clutching them to my chest, as though I were a girl with a crush. He clipped the leash to my sheath and tugged. I followed him down the hall into a bedroom. The furniture looked very modern and sleek, the bed covered with a blanket that looked as though it had been woven. The pictures on the walls all seemed to have Native American motifs, but Master tugged the leash before I could examine the place further. The bathroom he led me into was neat and clean, decorated in black and white. He unclipped the leash. “Fix the shower.” I hesitated a moment before sliding open the door to the enormous shower. I was certain four people could have fit easily inside. I turned on the water, noticing the showerhead was one of the ones that simulated rainwater, and adjusted the temperature. Master watched, waiting. I looked around the bathroom, but saw no place for towels. He pointed to a black lacquered cabinet, and I opened it to find neat stacks of white towels. I chose a large bath towel and a wash cloth and turned back to master. That strange expression was in his eyes again. “Kneel by the door when you are ready.” I checked the water temperature, made certain soap was ready and laid the towel on the small table beside the shower, before I knelt, washcloth in my hand. “Very nice.” Master tilted my head up so I could look at his face. “This is one of your duties. You will perform this every evening after dinner. We will go over the schedule after dinner tonight.” “Yes, Master.” “Stand.” I obeyed and watched him remove the key from around his neck and unlock the sheath around my cock. “You won't be getting release, remember that.” He removed the device and I stared down at my half erect cock. “An erection will get no attention from me, or from you.” “Yes, Master.” He set the sheath on the table beside the shower. “It will be replaced once you are out of the shower. Step inside and kneel with the washcloth and soap.” I did as I was asked, kneeling on the hard tile, blinking away the water running into my eyes. Master stepped inside the shower and closed the doors. He stood under the spray, waiting. “You may begin.” I soaped each of his legs, running my hands over the smooth flesh and massaging the hard muscle. I rinsed away the soap, and stood to wash his chest, liking the way the soap mingled with the dark hairs. I ran my hands over his pecs, and across the rippling abs. My cock had risen and was now erect. Master glanced down and smiled, but said nothing, only left me to my work. I rinsed away the soap. I washed his cock carefully, kneeling to make sure nothing was left unclean or unrinsed. He was hard by the time I finished, and I longed to relieve his erection with my mouth. I refrained, only because I feared I would earn strokes for my impertinence. He turned and I washed his back, and his ass, enjoying the interplay of muscles. He was truly a beautiful man. I reminded myself that I wasn't gay, even though Master was very attractive and he could make my body do things I'd never dreamed possible. I wasn't attracted to him, not really. I only craved what he could do me. I washed each of his arms, raising it to soap the underarm, and bury my face in the hair before washing and rinsing. He took the soap from me then to wash his face and hair. “Turn around and put your hands on the floor.” The position meant I was exposed, but that was evidently what Master wanted. “I take cleanliness very seriously.” He soaped my ass, even dipping two fingers inside me to wash inside. He didn't pleasure me, and there was something very clinical about the whole procedure as he soaped and rinsed, then douched my hole with warm water. “Stand and turn.” He gave me a cursory washing, even cleaning my cock and balls. “Do you shave or wax your cock and balls?” My face burned, and I couldn't meet his eyes. Mistress had loved to humiliate me too, only her form of humiliation made Master's look tame. “Mistress waxed me, sir.” He nodded. “We will continue that then.” He turned the water off, and I stepped out of the shower for the towel to dry him. I took care patting every inch of him dry, then knelt on the damp towel still dripping. Again he tilted my chin up. “Your concern and care is touching, slave, but I would prefer you not to fall ill, dry yourself too.” I used the same towel, and when he nodded, I retrieved the black bathrobe from its hook on the door and wrapped it around his shoulders. He shrugged into it, and I tied the sash. He stopped me before I could kneel. He picked up the sheath, and I glanced down at my flaccid cock with regret. Master noticed. He caressed my face before replacing the device. “Eventually, we will have no need of this device. Eventually, you will be able to come on command, and you will never touch yourself without my permission. We aren't there yet, so we need this.” He locked the device again. “Thank you, Master.” He clipped the leash on and raised my head up to kiss my lips gently. His hand on my cheek was soft, sensual. “I am not a cruel master, but I like discipline. You've performed your duty admirably.” He tugged on my leash. “We will discuss your new schedule over dinner.”

Dinner was more of the soup and a salad of fresh greens with crusty sourdough bread. I waited until Master indicated I should eat before starting. “I have made arrangements to have your car and your things brought here. Your mistress loaned you to me for thirty days.” I started. “She didn't tell you?” I shook my head and kept my eyes lowered. “No, sir.” He sighed. “My respect for your mistress keeps dropping. She should have told you. After thirty days, I will ask you to choose. You could go back to her, if you wanted, or you may stay with me. Or you can choose to leave us both and find someone else. That is your choice.” “Thank you, sir.” We ate in silence for a little while. “Your safe word is stallion.” I looked up at that. “I am very good at reading body language, but I can get caught up in the moment.” He smiled. “I would rather you call the safe word, than hurt you.” I wanted to say something, but I didn't quite know what to say. He hadn't given me a safe word until now. “I haven't truly put you through your paces yet, Carl.” I flinched at the sound of my name. “From this point forward, you will use the word if you are overwhelmed and need to stop. When I hear it, everything will stop, do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” “What time do you leave for work?” “By seven, sir.” “In the morning, we will make the drive to time it. What time do you come home?” “At four, sir.” I kept my gaze fixed on a spot at the table, afraid and attracted to him all at the same time. “When we speak like this, I would like you to look at me.” I met his gaze and shivered. My nipples hardened to taut little peaks, and my cock twitched in its prison. He smiled. “That's better. If for some reason, you cannot come straight home, you will let me know in the morning. If there is a work related reason, you will call me. I do not usually get home until after six. When I arrive, I expect dinner to be waiting, and you will be kneeling here in the kitchen, naked, save for your chastity device and plug. Can you cook?” “Yes, sir.” He nodded. “Good. I have a housekeeper who comes once a week and takes care of most of the cleaning. She doesn't do my laundry, and she doesn't prepare meals. Meal preparation is your responsibility during the week, on the weekend, I will take care of that. You will also be responsible for purchasing whatever you need to prepare the meals. I would suggest planning ahead.” He smiled, almost sweetly. “I'm not terribly picky, and as long as it's edible, I won't complain.” I let out a sigh of relief, though deep down, I was a little excited. Mistress had disciplined me harshly for ruining a meal once. “Thank you, sir.” He finished his salad and tore apart a piece of bread to dunk in his soup. If he'd noticed my sigh or my relief, he gave no indication. “I told you, Carl, I am not a cruel master, but I like discipline. By discipline I mean discipline of the body and mind, not punishments.” I studied him, but he wasn't paying attention to me at the moment. “Your day will begin at four.” I choked on my soup. Master glanced up, and a brief smile flitted around his lips before vanishing. “Eventually, you will learn to wake on your own, but until then, an alarm will wake you. You will take care of your bathroom needs and position yourself on the cross to wait for your morning discipline. Afterward, you will shower and dress for work, then prepare us both breakfast. Easy enough?” “Yes, sir.” “When you come home, the very first thing you will do, is remove your clothing. Every morning I will choose a plug for you and leave it on your chest. You will insert it as soon as you come home. During the time you are here alone, you will prepare dinner and do the laundry if needed.” “Yes, sir.” “After dinner, we will exercise.” “Exercise, sir?” “Do you run, Carl?” “No, sir.” His brows rose. “Then you will learn.” My heart skipped a beat. I'd always hated running. I'd managed to stay in decent shape, but I didn't exercise religiously. “After our run, your evening discipline will begin. I may fuck you then. I might allow you to pleasure me. You should never assume I won't. You will keep yourself clean, inside and out, at all times.” His tone was harsh, and I tensed, looking away. “Yes, sir.” “I will push your limits. I will paddle you, cane you, whip you. I will bind you, gag you, blindfold you. Every part of your body, every orifice belongs to me as long as you are here. I will do as I please unless I hear your safe word. Do you understand?” His dark eyes were hard as I nodded. “Yes, Master.” “After evening discipline, you will bathe me, prepare my bed, and you will retire.” “Yes, Master.” He studied me, a long appraising gaze. “Your mistress told me you don't consider yourself gay, but that you wanted a man. Has that changed?” “No, sir.” “Tell me why you believe that?” “Because gay men fall in love with other men. I just wanted to be fucked by one.” A smile flitted around Master's lips. “Sir,” I added hastily. “Well, at least you have a good reason, an honest reason. If after thirty days, you choose to stay with me, what are you going to call yourself, Carl?” I stared at my half-eaten dinner. “I don't know, sir.”

“I expect obedience. I expect loyalty. I'd even go so far as to expect friendship. I demand respect. I won't ask for love.” I looked up at that, noticing he seemed sad. “I used to ask for that, but not anymore. We can enjoy shared pleasures. I can take you places you've never imagined, but beyond that, we are master and slave, not lovers. Do you understand?” I stared at him. I didn't understand. He had made love to me earlier, so tenderly and passionately, I had been fooled. “No, sir.” He stood and brushed a few stray crumbs from his robe. “You don't need to understand. You only need to understand your role here. Clean up the dishes from dinner, then you may retire. There will be no discipline tonight. Tomorrow, we will start your new schedule.” He left me sitting alone at the table, staring at the half-eaten meal. I didn't know what to make of the man, or what he thought of me. All that talk about love, no one entered a relationship like this out of love, did they? But I couldn't help wondering how much more intense play would be with real emotion behind it, not just the empty, flat feelings I'd had until now. I wondered if Master could take me there. I cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Another thought occurred to me. Master could take me many places. The question was could I let him?

CHAPTER FIVE The blaring alarm that woke me, startled me so much I fell off the bed, tangled in the covers. I struggled out of the mess and after it stopped buzzing, sat with my head in my hands until my heart slowed its beating. I took a moment to use the bathroom and brush my teeth before walking into the dimly lit playroom. I positioned myself against the cross, hands tight on the handles, feet spread apart. Hours seemed to pass before the bright lights came on and Master entered the room. “Very nice, Slave.” He gave my ass a playful slap and secured me to the cross. “Eventually, I won't secure you.” He picked up the flogger he'd used the day before. “Ten strokes, the same as yesterday.” “Thank you, sir.” He smiled and moved behind me, raking the tails of the flogger over my bare skin before delivering the promised blows. Half landed on my back and shoulders, the others on my ass and thighs. I was sweating when he put the flogger aside. “Thank you, sir,” I said again. My voice trembled this time. Master said nothing as he removed the restraints. “It's time for your shower.” He watched while I showered in the open area downstairs. I cleaned myself, being careful to keep my motions efficient. No doubt it was the shortest shower I'd ever had. Master caged my cock and reattached the chain that held the plug. “Spread your cheeks.” My face burned, but I did as he asked. The plug slid easily inside. “Much better.” Master gave my ass another playful slap. “Breakfast now.” He followed me upstairs. I served him coffee and walked outside to fetch his morning paper before I started breakfast. Thankfully, there were no dog walkers or people mowing their lawns this morning, and my cheeks were only slightly red when I got down the bread and found the eggs in the fridge. I made a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. I didn't take a bite until Master pronounced it fit. I wondered what we would do after breakfast, but Master seemed content to simply relax. I cleared the dishes away and knelt beside him, waiting. He finished his paper and reached down to tilt my chin up. “Do you like to garden, Slave?” Inside, I panicked. I knew nothing about gardens. I'd grown up in the city, and I'd never even had a houseplant. “I don't know, sir.” His thumb brushed over my lips. “We shall have to see then, won't we?” He picked up the leash and clipped it to my sheath. “Come along.” He pointed to a pair of sandals beside the sliding glass doors leading outside. “You may wear those if you like.” I followed him into a large backyard with several mature trees. The entire area was enclosed with a tall fence. “You needn't worry. The fence keeps most of the nosy neighbors at bay.” I hid a smile. A large garden was situated in the center of the yard. Master gave me a basket. “We have harvesting to do.” He unclipped the leash and showed me what to pick and what not to pick. He left me in charge of picking zucchini and cucumbers while he went to the other end to pull carrots and pick tomatoes. I figured I would hate the garden, but I found it strangely relaxing. I was so relaxed I didn't flinch when Master reattached my leash and led me to a pair of lounge chairs underneath a large oak tree. He took my basket from me, and motioned me to sit. I sat, but didn't relax. My gaze swept across the yard. I noticed little things. I imagined the wicked uses a large post in the center of the yard could facilitate. The large ring at the top could be used for restraints, and I closed my eyes, imagining being bound to the post and flogged. I licked my lips and thought of Master fucking me after flogging me. “Sunday is a day of relaxing.” His words startled me from my fantasies, as he settled in the other lounge chair. “I thought we should know a little more about each other. I thought this was a good time to do that.” He laid back and closed his eyes. “What kind of work do you do, Carl?” He glanced at me. “You can speak freely.” I relaxed a little, even adjusted the back of the chair to a more comfortable angle and settled into a better position, at least as comfortable as the plug would allow. “Accounting. Pretty boring, really. The pay is nice, and the hours wonderful.” Master laughed. “Just not very exciting.” I smiled. “No, not very exciting. You?” “Computers. Equally unexciting.” “Is that why you are into the scene? For excitement?” His gaze was penetrating. “No. I like it. I like being in control. I like taking my slaves to new heights. Were you looking for excitement?” I sighed and looked away. “I don't know what I was looking for. Fulfillment, I suppose. I haven't found it.” “Do you find that with me?” I bit my lip, not wanting to admit he fulfilled me more than anyone ever had. “I'm not sure yet.” I'd wanted to be dominated, truly dominated, and he did that so well. He studied me for a moment, and I looked away from his penetrating stare. “Tell me some of the training Lisa did with you.” “What do you mean?” “You've adapted reasonably well to my rules, but I want to know what she did. Did you enjoy what she did to you?” “Sometimes.” “You said she rewarded you by letting you have a woman. Someone you cared about?” I shook my head and avoided his gaze. “No, sir. Sometimes a friend's sub, and she and the other Domme watched, or an escort, her girl later on.” He sighed. “Makes for very empty relations, doesn't it?” “Yes.” “She never pleasured you?” “No, sir.” “Kissed you?” “No, sir.”

When I glanced at him, he seemed very sad. “Then why did you stay with her, especially if you wanted to be with a man?” “She was familiar.” I closed my eyes. “I like routine. I don't really like change. I didn't want to go searching for another Domme. I never really cared for the public scene.” “Ah, that's an important detail. I shall remember that.” I stared at him, and he smiled. I shivered again, but this time the shiver was not from fear. I liked his smile. “I'm a private person. I don't do the party scene. On occasion I will have a few friends over, nothing more than that. Lisa was very different. Did she take you out in public?” “Yes.” “Did you enjoy it?” “Not especially.” I wondered how much I should say, if I should tell him that I'd wanted to leave Mistress for several months, but I didn't know how. “She liked to humiliate me in public, and I didn't like it.” “Sending you to fetch the paper in the nude?” I laughed. I couldn't help it. “No.” “You have to grow comfortable in your own skin, Carl. Wear it like you're proud of it.” “Your neighbors— ” “Most of them are also into the scene. You'll see some interesting things on my street. You can't see the house next door, but the man who owns it, makes his wife mow the lawn wearing nothing but a butt plug and nipple clamps.” I laughed again. “You're making that up.” “I'm not. You've met Rob. He's a miserable, nosy old hag. I haven't decided if he's gay or not. He's had both male and female subs. They never stay with him long.” “Because he's so rough?” He nodded. “And cruel.” “I thought he was your friend.” Master shook his head. “I tolerate him. I told you I let him sample because he would have waited until you were alone, and he would have hurt you, like he did John. He claimed he did nothing, but I know better.” He looked away, and took a deep breath. “John had taken some vacation time, and we were going to go on a trip, but I had to work one extra day. I didn't know about Rob then.” He glanced at me. “John was home alone, getting ready for our trip. His rules were very similar to yours, only he'd been with me long enough that wasn't necessary.” He pointed to the sheath encasing my cock. “Rob knew we were going on the trip, and he knew John was alone, but he pled ignorance. He rang the doorbell while I was at work. John tried to tell him I was at work, and that he didn't feel comfortable servicing him while I was gone. Rob didn't listen though. He took John in the playroom, and decided to put him through his paces. He beat him, then he fucked him. He left him in your room. Thankfully, none of the marks he made broke the skin, though my poor John was bruised and sore for days, and he never got his confidence back after that.” I heard the words he hadn't said under the sparse story. “You loved him? John.” I wasn't imagining the sadness that filled Master's eyes. “Yes. He left me soon after that. Rob had been trying for ages to get me to lend John to him, and I kept refusing. I loved him, and he was mine.” He sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. “I didn't know how to help him after that, and I lost him. We'd been together a long time.” “You said Mistress— ” He laughed softly. “Lisa used to be a good friend of mine. I saw her a month or so ago, and we had lunch. We talked about John, and she mentioned that her slave had a secret desire to be with a man. She decided you were exactly what I needed, someone to train, someone I wouldn't get attached to, someone who could make me forget.” “You don't forget though.” He sighed. “No, you don't.” He patted his chair. “Sit with me.” He spread his legs and I settled between them. His arms and legs closed around me, and I relaxed against him, comforted by this position. He stroked my hair and planted a kiss on my temple. “Tell me something.” “What?” “Why did you never go looking for a male Dom? You were with others before Lisa, right?” “Not regularly. She was the first one I stayed with.” “Why not find a man, Carl? Your mistress knew what you wanted, why not go looking for it?” I leaned my head back against his shoulder. “I'm not gay.” He laughed softly. “Do you like women? Are you attracted to them?” “Yes.” “Are you attracted to me?” His voice was soft and soothing, and I sighed. “Yes,” I admitted. “There's no shame in that, liking both, you know. It doesn't have to be either/or.” “It doesn't?” “No, but you didn't answer me. Why not look for what you wanted?” I had no answer. “I don't know. I think I was afraid I would find it. What happens if I end up being more than your slave?”

His throaty laughter sent a chill down my back. “I only had two others before you.” “And?” “They both ended up being more than slaves.” “And me?” “Time will tell.” He kissed the nape of my neck. “I know I like fucking you.” I leaned back against him, offering my throat, which he kissed. “I like having you fuck me, Master.” His tongue probed my ear, and I trembled in his arms. His large hands roved over my chest, finding my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers. I cried out at the sudden sensation. “I'm sorry your mistress was so cold, Carl.” “Don't be.” He painted a trail of wet kisses across my shoulders, and his hands slid over the tops of my thighs. He leaned back and let his legs hang off each side of the lounge. I didn't wait for permission. I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his fly to free his cock. He smiled when I began to stroke it, caressing the hot flesh. I bent to take him in my mouth. “Good and wet, slave.” I complied, licking and laving, until it glistened. “Turn around.” I expected him to enter me, but instead, he simply removed the plug. “I want you to ride me.” He guided my hips back and positioned me over his cock. “Go at your own pace.” I went slow, enjoying every inch sliding inside me. “You deserve a reward for such a good show.” He wrapped his arms around me. “Thank you, Master.” He kissed along my spine and grasped my hips. “I'm still not letting you come.” I squirmed a little. Impaled on his cock, I couldn't go far, but my cock had swelled inside its prison, and I desperately wanted some form of release. Master chuckled. “If you succeed in coming with the sheath on, you'll get five strokes.” “Please, Master.” He guided my hips up and back down, and laughed again. “No.” I clenched his cock tight and continued the rhythm he'd started. “But you can make me come.” “Of course, Master,” I gasped. He guided me up until only the head of his cock was left inside me, then lowered me again. I braced my hands on the arms of the chair, and bounced on his cock. He'd started working my nipples between his fingers, and I whimpered and moaned in his arms. “Please, Master.” My cock felt as if it would explode. “Please let me come.” He only laughed and shifted so he could give several strong, upward thrusts. “No.” Each one drew a sharp cry from me. I was sure the neighbors could hear, and the thought was strangely exciting. I'd never liked for Mistress to make me perform in public, but we weren't in public, only Master's backyard, and if someone eavesdropped, they were intruding. He nipped my ear and bit at my shoulder. “I love your ass, so tight.” I rose up and sank back down, several times. “That's it. Ride me.” He grasped my cock and fondled my balls, rolling them in his hand. I rose and he shoved me back down, a little harder than I liked. He shifted position, and growled as he plunged into me hard three times. He let out a harsh cry when he came, and I whimpered, wanting some form of release. My cock was aching, and this time, I hadn't even achieved the dry orgasm I'd managed before. He withdrew and replaced the plug, before drawing me back against him. “Please, Master,” I begged. He grasped my cock, and his thumb moved across the head, wiping away a few drops of liquid. “Taste.” He raised his thumb to my lips and I sucked it into my mouth, tasting my own salty tang. He worked his thumb in and out for a moment. “Think how good it will feel when I do let you come.” “How long?” His chuckle was warm, not cruel. “I haven't decided yet.” He clipped the leash back to my cock and zipped up his pants. “It's time to go inside. Bring your basket.” I picked up my basket and let him lead me inside. I knelt beside the table while he prepared our lunch, just salads this afternoon. We ate in near silence, and afterward he led me into the playroom. “I'd like to know what things you enjoy, what your hard limits are, how far I can push.” I gaped at him. No one had ever asked me such a thing, and I truthfully had no idea. “I don't really know, Master. I've never-a” I licked my lips. “I never realized I had a choice.” He scowled, and I feared I'd earned a punishment. His displeasure however seemed to be at the realization that I didn't know what I really liked. He led me to the exam table. “Sit.” I sat, while he pulled the stirrups out and secured my feet inside them. My hands were bound over my head. He took the key from around his neck and removed the cock cage and the plug so that I was completely naked and exposed on the table. My cock rose to full attention. Master smiled. “Don't think because I removed the chastity device you are going to get to come.” “Of course not, Master.” He nodded. “Since you don't know what you like, and you have no idea what your limits are, we're going to find out.” I trembled in my bonds. “Do you like to be bound?” “Yes, Master.” “Do you like to be exposed like this?” He spread the stirrups farther apart, and pulled a rolling stool close, as if he were a doctor about to do an exam. “Do you like that I can sit here and see your asshole quivering and twitching because you hope I'm going to fill it?” I whimpered and closed my eyes, wishing I didn't like this so much. “Yes, sir.” “Do you like pain, Slave?” He slid his stool away and pulled a rolling tray close to the table. Its contents were covered, and I held my breath, not sure what he meant by pain. I didn't mind being spanked or paddled or whipped, but I'd never liked other things. He seemed to notice my reaction. “Stallion stops everything. Filly will tell me you don't like what I'm doing, and I'll stop doing it. If you think you are going to come, I want you to say whoa.” “Yes, sir,” I whispered, but my eyes were glued to the tray. He removed the cover, and I could see a collection of clamps and clothespins and other things I had no idea what they might be used for. He chose a pair of clothespins and stood. “Nipple play?” He rolled my nipples between his fingers and placed a clothespin on each one. The sharp pain made me gasp, but it also made my cock twitch. I moaned softly. “Does this feel good, Slave?” “Yes, sir.”

He removed the clothespins and chose a pair of clamps. Their bite was sharper, but no less arousing. “Do you like the clamps?” “Yes.” The word came out in a hiss. His pointed questions, the sudden freedom of my cock, and my current position had me so turned on I was trembling. He left the clamps in place this time and moved back to his stool. He studied me for a moment. “Are you okay, Carl? If you need to slow down, say whoa.” I took a deep breath. “I'm fine, sir.” I hadn't missed the use of my name. I saw him pick something else off the tray. “Did your mistress whip your cock?” “No, sir.” He sighed, and I whimpered when I saw he held a ruler. “Filly stops the game.” He slapped my erect cock with the ruler, not hard, just hard enough to sting. I cried out and squirmed in my bonds, but the sting only added to my arousal. Master hit me again, several times in succession, sometimes striking the insides of my thighs. “Whoa,” I managed to get the word out before I came. “Whoa, Master.” He stopped, and left his stool to check my clamps, he tightened them instead of removing them. I whimpered. “You are doing beautifully, Slave.” He stroked my hair back and kissed my forehead. “Better now? Can I go on?” “Yes, Master.” I was calmer now, and the urge to come had passed. He returned to the stool and rolled my balls in his hand. “How much pain do you like, slave? Just a tease, or something more?” He pinched a little bit of the skin around my balls and reached for a clothespin. When I realized what he was about to do, I screamed. “No.” I squirmed in my bonds, trying to escape. Master let go and put the clothespin aside. “Hush now.” He caressed my face, the flat expanse of my stomach, my trembling thighs. “You don't like that?” “No, Master.” He nodded. “Then I won't do that to you.” “Thank you, Master.” He returned to his stool and chose another implement, a long, slender rod. He coated it with lube and wrapped a hand around my cock. “Remember, filly to stop.” I realized what he meant to do. “No, filly, filly.” I whimpered, but he put the rod aside. I understood what Rob had meant now about probing my cock. “I'm not so fond of that either.” He caressed the inside of my thighs. “Relax. It's important I know what I can and can't do, Carl. This should be as enjoyable for you as it is for me.” I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Master still massaged my thighs, and I gradually relaxed. “You'll like this, I think.” I didn't see what implement Master chose, but I gasped when something cold pressed inside my ass, not a finger, something smooth and hard. My hips bucked when the device began to vibrate. The vibration increased, and my head lolled a little. I was lost in a world of blue haze. Warmth spread across my body, and I heard someone moaning, only vaguely realizing it was me. Master's hand closed around my cock, and he stroked gently. “You aren't going to come, are you, slave?” “No, Master,” I managed to say, but his hand on my cock and the vibration in my ass drove me closer to the brink. “Please.” I made a mewling sound. “Please, Master.” His hand pulled away, and he moved around me to remove the clamps. The sudden rush of blood back to the tortured skin drew a cry from me. He unbound my hands and ankles, and helped me stand. My legs trembled. He steadied me before leading me to the bench. I knelt without any prompting. He raked his fingers through my hair. “Has anyone ever made you fly? Ever taken you to that place where pain and pleasure are the same, and you float above everything?” He guided me down and bound my wrists to the bar below me. He spent several minutes adjusting my position, binding me tight to the bench, adjusting the speed of the vibrator in my ass. My cock was forced downward, even though I didn't think I'd ever been quite so hard in my life. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I had no idea what Master meant by flying, but I had a feeling I was about to learn. “Master,” I whimpered, shivering as the tails of a flogger trailed over my back. He knelt beside the bench. “You didn't answer me. Have you ever been to the place where pain and pleasure become one?” I tried to remember, but the intense sensations coursing through me affected my memory. I wasn't sure. “I'm not sure, Master.” He leaned close and kissed me, hard and deep. “I'm going to take you there,” he said softly. The words spoken with such authority, such promise sent a jolt of desire straight through me. I responded with a moan. Master left my side and trailed the flogger over the smooth flesh of my back, before he pulled it back. It landed with a soft slap. He worked the flogger over my back, criss-crossing, never striking harder than that first time, and at some point the pain dulled. I could barely feel the slap of the flogger. Its tails had become tentacles, massaging my reddened flesh. I never knew when Master changed floggers, or when his strikes gained intensity, sometimes striking between my legs and over my engorged flesh. I had gone silent, my mouth open, lost in a world of sensation. The flogger gave way to a heavy paddle, and this new pain only added to my heightened senses. Each blow shifted the vibrator in my ass, and the added sensation sent fingers of pleasure coursing all across my body. I shivered in pure delight, still aware of that strange floating sensation. My ass burned from the combined attention of the paddle and the flogger. Master leaned down to speak softly in my ear. “Can you hear me, Carl?” I nodded, vaguely wondering if this strange hyperawareness, this state of supreme arousal, could last forever. I had never felt so aroused and relaxed. “I'm going to untie you.” I barely felt him undo my bonds. “Roll onto your back.” I felt sluggish when I rolled over. Master positioned me with my hands above my head and my legs spread wide. My cock lay against my belly, hard and flushed. “Would you like to come?” I nodded, still floating, though real sensation was starting to return. Master picked up his flogger again, but this time the fingers caressed my chest, the inside of my thighs, my erection. I tensed at the first slap on the soft flesh inside my thigh, but after the first few, I fell into that other place, that place where I couldn't distinguish pleasure from pain. The flogger landed on my cock. I know I made some sort of noise, but Master delivered three more blows in rapid succession, hard enough to leave welts. He struck my chest, my stomach, under my arms, and still I floated, savoring each sensation. The vibration in my ass stopped, as did the flogger's kiss. Master pushed my knees to my chest. “You will come when I give the command.” I nodded, moaning when the vibrator was removed and Master's shaft filled me instead. Tears leaked out of my eyes. “Master,” I whispered, riding a wave of an orgasm so strong, I was sure I wouldn't survive. Master worked in and out of my ass, and I panted, my skin burned from the flogging, my cock ached, needing release, and waves of pleasure coursed over me as Master fucked me with expert precision. I wept with the beauty of it. “Oh, Master.” “Show me how much you appreciate what I do to you,” Master said. “Come for me.”

The command worked like he'd just pulled a plug inside me. I exploded, coating my chest and belly with semen. I didn't cry out. I'd lost the ability to speak. I could only ride the wave of what I knew was the most intense and longest orgasm I'd ever had. I floated in that strange world where pleasure and pain had no meaning, hyperaware of Master's cock in my ass, of his moans as he took his pleasure from me. My cock never softened, and just as Master's climax was building he said, “Again, slave. Come for me again.” I didn't think I could so soon, but I did, and soon after Master came, buried deep inside me. His lips were on mine, and I realized he was naked. We were still joined, and his cock grew hard again inside me. He withdrew, straddled the bench and I watched, awestruck as he stroked himself to orgasm, painting my face with his jism. I licked away what I could reach. “Master,” I whispered, totally spent as he cleaned us both. He kissed me again. “I'm here, Carl. I'm here.” He gathered me in his arms and carried me into my room. “I'll stay with you.” His body curled around me as I drifted off, totally, completely sated in both body and soul.

CHAPTER SIX Master and I learned about each other over the next few weeks. The intensity of those first few days gave way to a comfortable routine. My morning discipline was increased to twenty strokes, but the evening discipline didn't always occur in the playroom. Sometimes we sat outside and talked, his arms and legs binding me close. We shared stories about our childhood. His fascinated me, and he spent many evenings telling me about life on a reservation, about his family, all of whom had died young. He'd left the reservation behind, hoping to escape the curse that seemed to plague his people. My own, ordinary childhood, seemed rather boring in comparison, but Master listened as though I were telling him a great tale. Sometimes our evenings were spent in the playroom, and he took me to that place where I couldn't distinguish pleasure from pain, and the pleasure far outweighed any pain. He would always stay with me on those nights, holding and tending me. We talked about work, about the news. We discovered we shared a passion for mystery novels, and we spent hours discussing favorite authors and books. We watched movies. He took me to his farm and introduced me to his horses. He taught me to ride and care for them, and he made love to me on a bed of straw. I served him, and I delighted in serving him. I didn't know how much time had passed, and I didn't care. I had never felt such a strong sense of belonging in my life. I had never been in love. I knew nothing about that emotion. I only knew that Master gave me the most intense pleasure I had ever known, and even more, he actually cared about me. In the years with my Mistress, we'd never had a real conversation. She had been my Domme, not my friend. Even though I called him Master, I knew he was my friend too, and I would be happy to serve him forever. In all the time I'd been with him, he'd never invited me to his bed, so when he took my hands after I'd bathed him one night and led me to his freshly made bed, I was confused. He drew me close and kissed me, so gently and tenderly I wanted to weep. “Master,” I whispered as he lowered me to the bed. “I don't understand.” “Not Master.” He cradled my face and stretched out beside me. “Alex. Only Alex.” His touch on my skin was gentle and sweet, and I shivered when our lips touched. “And you are just Carl.” He traced the angle of my jaw with wondering fingers as though he'd never seen me before. “How can I please you, M... Alex?” He smiled. “You please me, Carl, you please me very much. You please me just by being here and keeping my loneliness at bay.” I shivered, surprised by his words. “Stay with me, Carl.” Tears glittered in his eyes, unmasking a vulnerability, I'd never before glimpsed. “I want you to sleep beside me. I'm tired of my empty bed. I want to make love to you, not as master and slave, just Alex and Carl.” I touched his cheek, and stared into his dark eyes, daring to move close and kiss him. He moaned softly. Our kiss deepened, and for a time, we simply lay side by side, making out like a pair of teenagers in the back of a Chevy. “I would be honored,” I said when we finally pulled apart. Our foreheads still touched, and his large hands caressed my back and cupped my ass. I pulled him close, wanting as much of his skin against me as I could manage. His heart beat against my chest, and our cocks throbbed against each other. Our lips met again, a teasing kiss this time. I shifted my hips, rubbing our erections together, drawing a whimper from him. “Does this mean I'm more than a slave now?” He rolled me onto my back and stared into my eyes. “I've wanted you here for a week, Carl. Here, in my bed, with me, so we could make love just like this.” He raised my palm to his lips, then pressed it to his cheek. A tear trickled from his eye, and I wiped it away. “Alex,” I whispered. “Have I hurt you?” He opened his eyes, and moved my hand from his cheek to rest over his heart. He straddled my hips and tugged on my arm until I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I'm falling in love with you, Carl. I swore I wouldn't, but I am. Your mistress is going to come for you, and if she takes you away, then I'll be alone again. Give me this night.” “Alex.” I brushed my lips over his. “I don't want to leave you. I love what you can do to me.” We shifted position, still sitting face to face, but his legs were wrapped around my waist, and mine around his hips. “I deny you release for days at a time, leave marks all over your body, send you to fetch my paper wearing nothing but a butt plug, and you love what I do to you.” I buried my face in the curve of his neck, breathing in the scent of him. “I don't want to go back to Mistress, please don't send me back.” “I won't. I can't, not if you don't want to go.” “I love you,” I whispered and pulled back to stare into his eyes, now watery with tears. “I love you,” I said again, louder this time, certain of the truth of the words. His hand on the back of my head drew me close for a kiss that left me trembling. “I'm not an easy man to love.” I smiled. “Master, you are very easy to love.” His thumb brushed over my lips. “I'm not Master, not here in my bed. We're equals here.” “You're always my master.” I felt him shiver when I whispered the words against his cheek. “Make love to me, Master, please.” He drew me down and we lay side by side, touching and kissing. I closed my hand around both our cocks and stroked them together, noticing the differences between us and enjoying them. I wrapped a leg around his waist, and his hand slid up my thigh to cup my ass, before he slid his fingers down the cleft of my ass to tease my hole. I gasped, and closed my mouth around one of his nipples, suckling as the warmth I'd grown so addicted to spread over my body, curling my toes. “I have to wonder who is really the master here.” He had a finger inside me and massaged my prostate with expert skill. “You.” I kissed him hard and rocked on the finger inside me. “Always you.” “If I asked you to fuck me, would you?” I pulled away, surprised, and he smiled. The finger probing me withdrew, and he cradled my face with both hands. “We're equals here, Carl, and I like it sometimes. Would you?” Hope warred with fear in his eyes. “Alex.” I turned my head slightly to kiss the hand on my cheek. “If that's what you want, I'll do it. I want to please you. I want to pleasure you. I want to love you.” Tears dampened his cheeks when he drew me down for a kiss. “I love you, Carl.” He moved onto his back and raised his knees to his chest, exposing himself. “Please.” I caressed the back of his thighs, and bent to kiss the globes of his ass. His musk filled my senses when I buried my face in that space behind his balls. I tongued the

soft flesh, sucked his balls, licked his shaft, reveled in the sounds of pleasure he made. I pressed my thumb against his puckered opening, and he whimpered a little when I pressed the tip inside. The little ring of flesh closed tight around my thumb, and I withdrew it. He looked so beautiful like this, so vulnerable. I spread his cheeks wide and licked his hole. He cried out, surprised, but I continued my ministrations, probing inside, tasting him. “Oh God, Carl.” He panted now, and his cock leaked drops of liquid. “You don't have to— ” “I want to.” Mistress had made me service her like this, and I had hated every second. For Master, no Alex, I liked giving him this pleasure. I probed him again, fucking him with the spear-like tip of my tongue. From the sounds he made, little mews and whimpers, he enjoyed it. “Lube?” I asked when I pulled away. “I don't want to hurt you.” He took several deep breaths, and fumbled with the drawer in the bedside table. I batted his hand away and opened the drawer, staring at the collection of toys inside, including the biggest dildo I'd ever seen. He grabbed my arm. “Don't distract yourself. Get the lube and fuck me.” I slicked my cock and entered him, slowly, taking time to savor the contractions of his sphincter around my shaft. His face contorted, but whether in pleasure or pain, I wasn't quite sure. I paused when he cried out, certain I'd hurt him, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me forward until I was buried balls deep. His legs circled my waist, and he tugged me down for a kiss. The position felt so strange. I was used to being the one spread and penetrated, and I felt more than a bit timid, buried inside him like this. He grasped my hips and rocked me a little like I was some sort of giant doll. “Fuck me, Carl,” he whispered in my ear. “I order you to fuck me.” The last words, spoken with command, drove away the last of my discomfort. I slid my hands over his chest, staring into his dark eyes as I moved, fucking him slow and easy, changing angles slightly to find the one that pleased him most. “Yes,” he gasped. “There.” He drew up his legs further. “Hard, Carl.” I withdrew halfway and sank into him again, fascinated by the sight of my cock sliding into his exposed ass. “I like to be fucked hard.” I tried to comply, speeding up my motions and thrusting into him with swift strokes. My fingers dug into his hips, and I could feel my climax building. I captured Master's lips, forcing my tongue between them and probing his mouth as I continued my assault on his behind. I reached between us for his cock. “No.” He shoved my hand aside. “I'm saving that.” He grasped my hips, changing both my rhythm and my angle. “I want your come inside me.” He continued to guide my motions, but his eyes were closed now, and his mouth slack. He looked so beautiful, caught up in the throes of his passion, writhing and moaning beneath me. I fisted his cock again, and once again he pushed my hand aside. “Fill me up, Baby,” he gasped, his hips rocking with me as best as he could. I withdrew and stared at my glistening member a moment, enjoying Master's pitiful mews for fulfillment. I filled him with a single, long stroke, drawing an equally long cry from him. My motions sped up, and I planted my hands on either side of him, bracing myself as I pounded into him. “Come for me,” he whispered. “Come for me, Carl, fill me.” The command, so familiar now, worked like he'd just flipped a switch inside. I exploded inside his ass. His sphincter closed tight around my cock and milked every drop of liquid from me. I collapsed against him, and let my now softened cock slide out of him. I rested my head on his chest, spent. “Beautiful,” he said and reached for the lube I'd discarded. “So beautiful.” Two slicked fingers slid inside me. “Oh, Master.” I rocked back on his fingers. “You are the beautiful one.” “Alex,” he reminded me and rotated his finger. “Only Alex.” His fingers withdrew. “Ride me, sweetheart.” I straddled his waist and grasped his cock guiding it toward my hole. I sank down slowly, enjoying the silken hardness as it filled me. Master massaged my thighs, drank in the sight with greedy eyes, and when I'd taken him completely, he rose up to claim my lips. He teased my nipples, bit at them and rolled them between his fingers until I whimpered. My cock had grown hard again, and I shifted, working his member in my backside. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Carl.” He laid back with his arms over his head. “Ride my cock and make yourself come.” Mistress had denied me the pleasure of masturbation, and Master denied my orgasm for days at a time. I found the command strange, but I rode him, taking my own cock in hand and stroking as I rose up and down, as though his cock were a dildo. “Slut.” His nails raked over my thighs, and he moaned softly when I clenched his cock tight. “My slut.” I shivered. “Give me a good show, Carl. I like watching you fuck yourself.” I fondled my balls, slid a hand up to tug on a nipple and rode Master with as much enthusiasm as I could. He grasped my hips and pushed me down, crying out as he came. “Don't stop,” he gasped, still riding the aftermath of his orgasm and holding me in place. “Make yourself come.” I was already close, and his words tipped me over the edge. My seed landed on his belly. He said nothing, only pulled me down on top of him. His softened member slid out of me. He cradled me gently, and our lips met for a sweet, soft kiss. “Stay with me.” “Always, Master.” I laid my cheek on his chest. “Not, Master. Just Alex.” “I love you.” I was so sleepy, but I was all too aware we were sweaty and sticky. I'd just put the sheets on his bed earlier that evening. “I'll get something to clean us up.” He stopped me. “Stay. Just like this. I don't want you to move.” I was draped across him, still straddling his hips, my face on his chest. “We'll be sticky, and I just changed— ” “Sheets wash, and I plan to get even stickier. Stay.” He shifted so he could draw the covers over us. I closed my eyes, content in his arms. “Yes, Master,” I murmured, already half asleep. “Alex,” he whispered. “I love you, Carl.” “Love you, Alex.” I drifted off then, half afraid I was dreaming. I'd never been so content, so happy. If I was dreaming, I hoped I never woke.

CHAPTER SEVEN The blaring alarm dragged me from pleasant dreams. I didn't quite recognize the room at first, but I remembered I was in Master's bed. Master reached over me to turn off the alarm as I tried to slip out of bed, but he held me close. “Stay.” “What about my discipline?” “Later.” He kissed my shoulder. “Stay with me like this. Let's sleep late. Let's take a day to be Carl and Alex.” I sighed. “I have to work, and so do you.” He reached over me again and handed me the phone. “Call in sick, and I'll do the same.” He wrapped a leg around my waist, and his half erect cock pressed against my back. “I want to make love to you all day.” I laughed softly. “You did that all night.” His laughter tickled my ear. “And you enjoyed every minute.” I rubbed the thigh covering my waist. “I did.” I dialed my work number and left a message that I wasn't feeling well. Master did the same. “Now what?” I asked when the phone had been replaced. Master had pulled me tight against his chest, and his cheek rested against mine. I threaded my fingers through his and wrapped his arm around my chest. “Sleep,” he said softly. “And when you wake, I'm going to suck you, then pound your sweet little behind into the mattress.” I laughed. “Talk like that and we'll never get to sleep.” “I suppose we could reverse the order.” He took his hand out of mine and grasped my cock. “It seems like you're ready to go.” I shifted so I could tease his shaft. “And you aren't?” His only response was laughter, and I rolled onto my belly and up on my knees. “As long as you don't pound me with that monster dildo I saw.” He reached for the lube we'd discarded during the night and slicked his cock before sliding inside me. I moaned into my pillow. “Eventually, I'm going to put that dildo in your ass.” His hand closed around my cock and stroked in unison to the thrusting in my behind. His chest pressed against my back, and I turned to kiss him, moving back against him, my hips rolling with his motion. “Are you going to come?” “Only if Master wishes it.” “I do,” he breathed in my ear. “I wish it very much. On days like this, don't call me Master.” “Alex,” I gasped, my breathing quickening as he stroked me closer to orgasm. “Tell me what else you're going to do to me.” “I'm going to put that monster dildo in your ass.” He kissed my shoulders, never stopping the motion on my cock or the attention to my behind. “And when you can take that, I'm going to tie you to the exam table.” More kisses rained on my shoulders, and I turned my head for a kiss on the lips. “I'm going to spread you wide, stretch your hole with that monster cock.” He'd stopped fisting my cock, and now rubbed behind my balls. “Alex.” I was so close, so very close. I wasn't sure what was more arousing, the way he touched me, or his litany of the things he was going to do to me. “Touch yourself, Carl.” He guided my hand to my cock, and I stroked as he fucked my ass and rubbed that magic spot behind my balls. Sweat beaded on my body, and I couldn't speak, only feel. “And after I stretch you open, I'm going to put my fist in your ass.” “Oh, Master.” The orgasm rolled over me in waves. I never felt him come. The sheets were soaked with our sweat and my juices, but I couldn't care, even when I ended up on the wet spot. We lay spooned together, touching and kissing in the afterglow. “Will you really do that to me?” “If you want me to.” I closed my eyes, considering. Just a few weeks ago, such thoughts would have frightened me, but now I felt a little thrill of excitement. “I do. I love what you do to me.” I threaded our fingers together again. “I love you.” The truth of those words made me shiver. “I love you, Carl,” he whispered. We drifted off, and when I woke again, I heard voices. “I don't think he wants to go back with you, Lisa.” “I only loaned him to you because he wanted to be fucked by a man, and you needed something to take your mind off John. You weren't supposed to make him yours.” “I didn't plan to. It just— ” “Where is he?” “Asleep.” I imagined Mistress's brows rising with displeasure. “It's awfully late, even if you took a day from work, you usually have your slaves up and through their paces by now.” “I make exceptions sometimes.” I slid out of the bed, not bothering to find something to wear. I stared down at my body. I'd lost a few pounds from Master's exercise regime, and I still had fading welts from yesterday's discipline. I was sticky with dried sweat and semen. I needed a shower, but I followed the voices. The sound of Mistress's voice reminded me how much I had wanted to leave her. They stopped speaking when I walked into the living room. Master looked as though he'd had a shower, and he was dressed in faded jeans and a t-shirt. Mistress looked her usual high class self, dressed in a sharp, tailored pantsuit and spiky heels. Her eyes raked over me. “Turn around.” I turned so she could see my backside. I knew there were welts and bruises. I'd seen them in the mirror last night, and I'd earned seven strokes from the cane. Those welts always faded slowly. “I see he's been well disciplined.” She sniffed. “And well fucked, I assume.” I stared at the floor and wished I could sink into it. Making love to Alex sounded so cheap when she said it like that.

“What I've done to him is my business, Lisa. It is his choice who he stays with. I used to respect your methods, but I'm not so sure anymore.” She jabbed a red tipped finger at me. “This one was always weak. I could do nothing with him. He was too meek. All I could do was order him about like a dog, so I treated him like a dog.” She shooed me away. “Clean yourself up. It's time to leave.” My face flamed, but I met her eyes. “I don't want to leave, Mistress. I want to stay here.” I'd learned to read her moods, and she was angry. “You have a contract with me. Once that contract expires, you're free to come back to Alex and let him fuck you upside down, sideways and backward. Until then, you belong to me.” “Contracts are meant to be broken, especially if your sub wants to leave. Let him go, Lisa.” Mistress glared at him, chewing her lip, before turning her glare to me. “I assume you perform better for him than me.” I said nothing. “Have you turned him into a fag, Alex?” I flinched, but I didn't look up. “You said he wanted to be with a man. You had to know the possibility— ” She walked over and grasped my chin, forcing me to stare into her hard eyes. “Are you a fag, Slave?” “No, Mistress.” “Has Alex fucked you?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Did you like it?” I tried to look away, but her sharp nails dug into my flesh. “Answer me.” “Lisa, let him go. If he wants to stay, he can stay. I like him. He performs well for me. Forget the contract.” She ignored him. “Answer me, Slave. Did you like his cock in your ass?” “Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, and dared to meet her gaze. “I love him, Mistress. I want to stay with him. Please, Mistress.” She backed away, scowling as though I were something filthy. “You've made a faggot out of him. He wasn't much of a man, but now— ” “Lisa, I think you should leave,” Alex said, his voice gentle. “Carl wants to stay here. Have the rest of his things delivered.” Her gaze darted between us. “I loaned him to you to take your mind off your loss, not for you to fall in love with him.” “Lisa— ” She turned her back and stalked to the door. “Enjoy him, Alex. Enjoy your handiwork.” Master laughed after she had slammed the door shut. “Oh, I will.” He grasped my hand and drew me close for a hug. “Go take a shower.” He kissed my forehead. “Yes, Master.” I started for the basement stairs, but he stopped me. “Not today. Use mine. We aren't master and slave today remember?” I stared at him before smiling and walking back to his bedroom and the oversized shower. We spent the rest of the day lounging together. We played in the garden, and afterward, lay on the chairs under the trees, naked, with citronella candles burning to keep the bugs at bay. We were spooned together, both half-asleep, though Alex would ask a question from time to time. He rubbed my thigh, and shifted so he could stroke my flaccid cock. “After today,” he said softly as my member started to harden. “You aren't coming for a week.” I laughed softly. “After today, I won't be able to come for a week.” He kissed the curve of my shoulder. “Can we do this tomorrow too? Just be together like this.” “And let your discipline go lax?” “Of course not. You can whip me, and then we could do this.” “Let's go to the farm.” “And be together like this?” He'd succeeded in getting me hard, and he shifted so I could feel his erection against my back. “We could ride the horses naked, out to the lake and swim.” His tongue teased my ear. “I could tie you up in the stable and give you your strokes like last time.” “It sounds nice, Master. Can we do that?” “Yes, but you won't be coming tomorrow.” “Of course not. I like this, being with you like this.” “Me too. Will you tell me something?” “Anything.” “You said that being gay meant falling in love with another man, do you still claim you aren't gay, Carl?” I sighed. “If loving you means I'm gay, then I am. I love my master, is that wrong?” “No, because I love you too. I was just curious if you'd changed your mind, especially after Lisa accused me of corrupting you.” “That you did, Master. You corrupted me.” He laughed and rose to stare into my eyes. “And I let you do the corrupting. I've never felt so content, so happy as I have with you.” He kissed me gently. “I'm glad, and I'm happy too, than I've been in a long time.” “Will you tell me what else you're going to do to me, Master?”

His eyes glittered with humor. “Right now, I'm going to spread your legs across this chair.” He moved so he could position me on my back, legs hanging over the sides of the chair. My erect cock lay against my belly. He grasped it. “And then I'm going to suck your cock until you come.” He stroked a few times, then trailed the tips of his fingers over the engorged flesh. “What else, Master?” He claimed my lips for another kiss. “Someday, I'm going to hang a sling in those trees. I'm going to suspend you, gag you, blindfold you, and I'm going to invite a friend over.” I shivered. “And then?” “We're going to put two cocks in your ass.” I shivered. “But only if you want me to do that.” “I'll think about that one, Master.” He laughed as his mouth closed around my cock. He circled the head with his tongue and sucked. My hips bucked upward. “I love doing this to you.” I guided him up so I could kiss his lips and run my fingers through the soft bristles of his hair. “I love you.” His smile warmed my heart. “And I love you.” Our lips met, and we kissed, long and slow, until Master pulled away, laughing softly. “But you still aren't coming for a week.” He turned his attention back to my cock, still laughing. I couldn't resist laughing as I gave myself over to the pleasure ride. “Whatever you wish, Master.” -The Endwww.renebooks.com Visit www.renebooks.com for information on additional titles by this and other authors.