Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 12:09:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mandeville BiMale <mandevillebimale@yahoo.com>
Subject: My German Master - Our Beginning (Bisexual/Authoritarian)

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My German Master

I had just returned to my hometown in the south from
undergraduate school in southern California. Tan, fit
and 22 - what a great age. In addition to my formal
education in college, I developed a deep understanding
of my bisexuality and submissiveness. Despite a strict
religious upbringing, I finally accepted that sex was
fun, and should be enjoyed without guilt. I had
learned to relax, even during kinky encounters. By
that time, I had enjoyed plenty of sex with women,
men, boys, girls, TVs, TSs, and cross dressers. I had
been dominate, submissive, gang banged, gang banger,
cock whore, piss boy, rimmer, rimmee, toy boy, gigalo.
I even enjoyed numerous california orgies. But then I
moved back to the south.

To top things off, I moved back in with my parents.
Typical suburban house, typical suburban neighborhood.
I was glad to be closer to my family, but quickly
discovered it was hard to move home again.  Hell, I
was used to having friends - male and female - drop by
for sex. My apartment in California was an almost
constant sex scene. My friends had keys and used it
all the time, with or without me. My sex toys and porn
videos alone would have shocked my parents into
therapy. Of course, they did not know there were
plenty of men and women in southern California who pay
young college boys for sex. The extra money kept me in
good clothes, and with the proper toys to enhance my
"marketablity."

During my first weekend home, my parents had a party
for me. Mostly, it was their friends who came by. My
good friends were still in college, and the few
friends that came by to see me were mostly
acquaintences. We no longer had much, if anything, in
common. I kept my bisexuality to myself.

One guest, however, caught my eye - Mr. Gunter H. He
was in his mid-50's then. He was born in Germany, and
had the classic features - 6'3", 180#, thinning blonde
hair, pale blue eyes. He had moved into my parent's
neighborhood about 10 years before, when I was 12. His
daughter, Greta, was two years younger than me. Greta
attended school in Europe, and was rarely home. Even
at 10, she was spectactular with her blonde hair and
blue eyes. I always looked forward to her visits,
though nothing ever happened. She always had some
european boyfriend, which was not surprising. Mrs.
Gunter H was also a sight to see. She was from
Denmark, and was 5'11", blonde hair, blue eyes, lean
build.

At the party, Mr. Gunter H approached me as I opend my
fourth beer. "Hello, Mr. H, how are you and the
family?" He paused, grinned slightly and said, "My
wife and I are divorced, I thought everyone knew..."
His English labored under his strong accent. I could
feel my cheeks turn red from my faux pas. "Sorry, Mr.
H" I said. "I'm not, and please call me Gunter, " he
said. And we laughed. I was shocked that he wanted me
to call him by his first name. He was always so aloof.
When I mowed their lawn as a teenager, he was always
so critical and unfriendly. Though he paid well.

"You see she thought I vorked too much, and I do. And
she vanted a man to do vhatever she told them, and I
von't do that. It is not in my character."

"No, you are not that type."

"Vhat type am I?"

"A boss type, a natural leader."

He smiled. We talked of his business. He had worked
with a large oil company for years. After the 80's oil
bust, he started his own oil and gas expoloration
company. I always knew he did well. I learned that
night that he was doing very well financially. But he
was also travelling too much.

Gunter seemed very interested in me and my future.
What I wanted from my business degree, and that sort
of thing. For the first time, I didn't mind telling
someone how utterly scared I was. I spent four years
of studying in college, and I still had no fucking
idea what I wanted to do. Gunter patted me on my
shoulder and looked deep into my eyes and said, "You
are very young, and have plenty of time. Don't vorry."
And his strong hand stayed on my shoulder. We stared
into each others eyes, and I was conforted.

Gunter stood and broke the moment. He told me he had
to go home early because he had to go to Europe the
next day on business. After he left, my dad came over
and said, "Gunter is not the most friendly guy, but he
is a really good person. We have all been worried
about him since the divorce. He needs a friend."

 The job search was painful and totally unfruitful. My
only sex was in adult book stores or with myself at
home. I was too afraid to go to gay bars for fear of
being recognized. I did not want to be known as a
queer.

I saw him again on Saturday morning, two weeks after
my party. I was cleaning my parent's yard. Several
women on the block were in front talking, which is not
too common for the neighborhood. I looked up to see
Gunter jogging down the street in flimsy running
shorts and no shirt. His broad shoulders and hairy
chest glistened with sweat. I realized that the women
were waiting for him to pass, and I could not fight
back my smile.

My eyes also did not leave Gunter. He approached and
jogged in place. I suddenly realized I had been
staring. "Vhat is so funny? Vhy the big smile?" Gunter
asked. "You are quite the spectical for the
neighborhood women, Gunter." He glanced back and
waved. They quickly turned away from embarrasment from
being caught. Gunter looked back at me with his cool
blue eyes, "They are not the only ones who were
looking at me, now were they?" Before I could think, I
blurted, "No." "Do you like vhat you see?" asked
Gunter. "Yes, " was all I could muster from my trance.
My gazed dropped from his beautiful pecs down his flat
stomach, all covered with blonde hair, to his crotch.
His basket held what was clearly a sizeable cock. And
I noticed movement there. "Don't stare, boy, you are
getting hard. Now, that would give the women something
to see." He was right. My shorts were bulging out.

"Come by my house vhen you are finished"

"I will be finished soon."

"No. You finish your parent's landscaping thoroughly
and vith great care. Take your time. Do it right. And
do not take a shower before you come over." At that,
Gunter resumed his jog.

My first instinct was to hurry up so that I could give
myself to Gunter. But his words were more like an
order that I dare not ignore or fail to fulfill
completely. So I continued to landscape for another
two hours. By that time it was lunch, and my mother
had fixed me somthing to eat. I tried not to engulf
everything at once, but I was so excited to see
Gunter. I told my parents that Gunter needed some help
at his house. They were thrilled that I was going over
there. My dad even suggested Gunter and I go out that
night. As he put it (after my mom left the room),
"Gunter needs to dip his wick I am sure. You guys
should go on the prawl tonight." "That's a great idea,
Dad, I will suggest it."

Gunter lives about two blocks away. I didn't shower,
as instructed. And I jogged to Gunter's house. He was
working in his garage when I arrived. Still in his
running shorts, and - gloriously - still without a
shirt. He had some piece of wood on which he was
making meticulous marks. Gunter said that since his
divorce, he was able to resume a childhood passion of
his - woodworking.

"Let's go inside." Gunter said. I followed him out of
the garage, past the pool, and into his house. His
home was unique. Its design and furnishings were very
basic...very european. It had clean lines, and minimal
furniture. "Vould you like a drink?" Gunter asked.
"Sure, a light beer would be great." I said.
"Boy, you need to learn the finer things in life.
Light beer is for people without taste. I only have
european beer, and I make home brew, but I don't have
any of that right now. So here is a Becks."

He took a Becks for himself. It was cool, as was the
inside of his house. He pulled up a stool, and sat.
There was only one, so I stood. Gunter started, "Now,
I have called you boy a couple of times, and I you do
not flench; have you been someone's boy before?"

"Yes, Gunter, one of my professors in college made me
his boy."

"Well, I am sure he did not know how to truly make you
his boy, or you vould still be there with him, no?"

I hadn't thought about it that way, but he was right.
I left the professor without thought or remorse. "I
guess you are right, Gunter."

"Vell, did you like it?"

"I did, but I want to yearn to be someones boy."

"Like me, no?"

"Yes, Gunter, I think I might like that."

"Boy, you don't even know me, but I need a boy. Ivill
have to use you for awhile before I decide whether to
make you mine, understood?"

"Yes, Gunter."

"Now, I know I just told you you could call me Gunter,
and that is true in public. But not here. Here, you
refer to me as Sir. If I accept you as mine, you will
refer to  me as Sir, understood?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Good." Gunter got off of the stool and walked to me.
He pulled me close, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues,
cool from the beer, swirled in each other's mouths. He
took my beer and set it on the counter. He pulled my
tank top over my head. Gunter's icy blue eyes
travelled down my muscular chest to my flat stomach.
He unsnapped my shorts and pulled down the zipper. My
shorts dropped down. He pulled my briefs off next
followed by my shoes and socks. Then he sat back on
the stool. His eyes surveyed my body. Gunter had a
glint in his eyes. "Turn around slowly." I did. "Good
boy...very nice, very nice." Gunter sipped his beer.
"You will need to shave your chest and your crotch,
understood?"

"Yes Sir, do you want me to do it now?"

"No boy, but it was good you asked."

"Remove my shoes and socks." I did.

"Lick my feet and toes." Now, he had jogged and worked
for hours in the hot southern summer heat, but I
licked his feet and sucked his toes. And I loved it.
Though pungent, his smell was intoxicating. Gunter
pulled his feet from me and stood up.

"Pull down my shorts, boy, vith your teeth." I leaned
forward with anticipation, and I pulled down his thin
running shorts, still damp from sweat. It was not
easy. In fact, it was pretty awkward, but I finally
pulled the shorts past his hips. His cock pressed
against the fabric, and made it difficult. But
eventually, the fabric pulled free. And to my complete
joy sprang forth the most incredible prick I have ever
seen.

Though hard already, I could tell it could get bigger.
And I would find that to be true shortly. Gunter's
cock was already 8 inches, and as big around as my
wrist. His balls hung low, and were hairy. The best
part was, he was uncut. His shiny head peaked from the
foreskin. I leaned toward it.

"Boy, stop. Finish removing my shorts. You must learn
to complete work before pleasure."

Instinctivly, I reached for the shorts with my hand. A
large, powerful hand was soon on top of my head.

"Boy, use your teeth. Remember your job. I must teach
you."

I was ashamed at the thought I had already
dissappointed Gunter. So I resolved to do better. I
pulled his shorts over his muscular thighs all the way
to the floor. Gunter stepped out, and pushed the
shorts to the side. I looked up. His clear blue eyes
looked down on me.

"May I suck your cock, Master"

"Boy, I am not yet your Master. I decide vhen that
happens. Ve vill address dat mistake lata. Now, suck
me."

My heart raced. As I approached, his musky smell grew
thicker. And my 7 inch cock grew harder. I was on
sensory overload. The cold tile floor, the smell of
this man, and the heat from his manhood. I held his
cock with both hands. I began by licking his shiny
cockhead. Savoring the taste of precum on the tip. It
twitched, and grew slightly larger. My thumbs glanced
across his large balls. A moan. Soon my head was
bobbing on his lap. Gunter groaned loudly. His strong
hands gripped my head. He did not shove his cock in my
mouth, but he controlled the action. I would soon
learn, Gunter would be in charge of everything. And
that is how it should be.

Gunter kept my head moving at a steady pace as he
fucked my mouth. I relaxed, and took him in. I
reminded myself, serve him well, serve him well. His
breath quickened. He fucked my mouth faster. When he
reached the edge of climax, Gunter said, "Open your
mouth wide, boy."

I did. Gunter pulled his cock back some. His cock was
bigger - about 9 inches - red, pulsing, and slick with
my spit. His foresking was pulled back, and his
cockhead was raging. Gunter's large balls convulsed,
and ribbons of thick white cum shot out onto my
tongue. Gunter masterfully guided every drop onto my
tongue. "Keep your mouth open, boy." I did. Gunter
reached over, picked up a camera, and took a picture
of me with a mouth full of his sperm. "Ve vill vant to
remember the first time you tasted me, ya?" I was so
excited, I really didn't care if he posted the picture
on the front of the New York Times. Ya, I wanted to
remember.

"Now, swallow." And I savored his load. He walked back
to me, and shoved his softening cock back into my
mouth. "I vant to settle down in your mouth." I could
hear him gulp on his beer. "I vill finish your beer,
boy, I am thirsty." So, Gunter gulped my beer as his
thick cock rested in my mouth. I nursed on it.

"Drink, boy." With no other warning, Gunter let loose
a stream of hot piss right into my mouth. I gagged, at
first. "Boy, if you spill a drop, you can leave my
house, and forget about me as your master. Drink it
all. That is your job right now." I concentrated hard.
I gulped, and gulped, and gulped. There was no time
think, or be disgusted. Hell, I have seen golden
showers. I even pissed on some guy in a bar bathroom
in West Hollywood. I even thought about doing it. But
I really had expected to plan to do it. What the hell.
Swallow boy! Swallow! It finally ended. I liked all of
it.

Gunter pulled me up, and kissed me. "That was good,
boy. Let's swim." We grabbed two more Becks and went
to the pool outside. I was in somewhat of a daze.
Gunter's backyard is huge, and is very secluded. He
obviously is very comfortable being nude in and around
his house. The cool water was refreshing. We talked
like old friends. There was definitely and unspoke
deferance I was to give him when he spoke, and I
gladly did so.

Gunter told me to sit on the side of the pool. He took
my semi-hard cock in his mouth. I became instantly
hard. It had not been in a comfortable place with a
lover since leaving California, and had certainly
never been with anyone who turned me on as much as
Gunter. I came in his mouth in less than two minutes.
He swallowed my seed.

"I am sorry I came so fast, Gunter."

"Don't be. It is your youth. Be proud of it. And we
will need to work on your manners, boy. You are to
call me Sir."

"I am sorry, please don't ask me to leave."

"Oh, you are not going to leave. But you vill have to
learn a lesson, understood?"

"Yes, Sir, you are right."

"I will give it some thought. I have not had a
submissive in some time. Only playthings, and that is
not real. When do you have to go home, boy?"

"Sir, my father said you and I should go on the prowl
tonight. He thinks you need to dip your wick."

At that, Gunter roared with laughter. "Your father is
very observant. I do need to dip my wick. Only I will
dip it in you."

Gunter and I got out of the pool. He handed me a
towel. "Dry me, boy." It felt great to dry his body.
He was so fit. So strong. I lingered over his back and
legs. "Now, dry yourself, get us two more beers, and
meet me in my bedroom."

When I arrived, Gunter was laying across his large
bed. "Boy, I work all the time. I only get to woodwork
late at night or the weekends. I never get to fuck
around...until today. I want to lay here, watch a
classic movie, drink a beer, and maybe nap. If you
have other commitments, you may leave. If you want to
join me, get in bed." Without hesitation, I crawled in
bed, and handed Gunter his beer. I kissed him on the
lips.

"Oh, Sir, I am sorry, do I have to ask permission to
kiss you."

"No boy." And we kissed deeply. Although we tried to
watch the movie, Gunter and I fell asleeep. At some
point in my sleep, I felt Gunter roll behind me. We
lay on our sides,with him behind. His breath in my
ear. And sleep overwhelmed me.

Something was nudging my ass. I instinctively pushed
back. His cock moved up and down my crack. I slowly
opened my eyes. "Feel good, ya?"

"Yes Sir"

"Boy, that was the best nap I ever remember. Thank
you. Now, we must address your hair." I touched my
head somewhat confused. "Not dat hair, boy, your
chest, legs and pubic hair. We must do avay with it.
If you want to be my boy, you must look more like a
boy. Let's go."

We got up out of bed. I followed him to the bathroom.
We got into his huge shower, equipped with a bench
seat. Gunter took out shaving cream and a razor.
Without thinking what anyone would say, I let him
shaved me from my neck down. Actually, Gunter shaved
my face too. He wanted me very smooth. Although I was
not hairy to begin with, I truly looked like a boy. I
had shaved once before while in California. I cross
dressed for a party and few times for a guy in
Manhattan Beach, but I had not shaved to look like a
boy. And now, my Master, if he accepted me, was making
me into the image he wanted. I liked that feeling.
After the shave, Gunter soaped me. He spent a lot of
time on my ass and dick, which was rock hard by that
time.

"I vant you to learn to wash yourself thoroughly for
me. Sometimes I may vant to vash you, and I vill tell
you so. Othervise, I vant you to clean yourself very
vell for me. Inside and out." Gunter stepped out of
the shower. He opened a nearby closet and pulled out
an enema bag. He held up the bag to the nozzle, and
allowed the bag to fill up. "Lay on your left side" As
I lay waiting, I realized there was no lube. But
Gunter expertly pushed the short nozzle in. The clip
clicked, and liquid warmth fill me inside. Gunter
would stop the flow intermittently. Once the bag was
empty, Gunter removed the nozzle from my ass. He
rubbed my distended belly. "It helps to rub, boy. You
will need to learn these tricks. I vant you clean." I
was able to mutter, "yes Sir."

The feeling was incredible. The shower raining down on
me, and my insides filled with almost 2 quarts of warm
water. "Now on your stomach vith your knees pulled
into your stomach." Cramping. Sharp pain. But I would
not complain. Gunter sat on the bench and watched me
on the floor of the shower. My insides filled with hot
water. After a few long minutes, Gunter said, "Now
your right side." A bit of relief, but an occassional
cramp overcame me. I rubbed my flat, hairless belly. I
couldn't resist touching my naked dick.

"You like your boy dick, hey?"

"Yes sir" I said quietly. Consentrating now on holding
the contents in my bowel. "Now on your back boy." This
was a relief. Still pressure, but managable now.I
smiled when I noticed Gunter looking at my hairless
body. Admiring his handiwork.

"Boy, I hope you understand you are getting it easy
right now. I vould normally shove a plug or a dildo up
your ass while you have the enema in. But that
sometimes allows people to cheat. Some find it harder
with the plug others without. Ve vill experiment vith
you. Vhen I learn what is harder for you, I vill
choose that vay. Things come easy for you, boy. You
must learn to deal vith the harder vay. You vill be
better for it. Trust me." I already trusted him.

"Now, I vill dry you this time, because I vant to
touch your body. But you vill usually dry youself,
even if you are full of an enema." Once we were dry,
Gunter walked me to the toilet and sat me down.

"Release, boy"

"Now? With you watching?"

"That is vhat I said. Now release!" My ass was under
major pressure now to let it go. Although I was having
a hard time letting go of my embarrasment, I knew
Gunter and my body were telling me to release. Once it
started, I thought it would not stop. I moaned as the
contents of the enema shot from my bowels. I felt
shame and relief. I leaned forward onto Gunter's
strong thigh. He pulled my head up, and shoved his fat
cock in my mouth. More conents expelled from me. Even
flatulence. Gunter did not seem to care. Now, he was
giving my mouth a real fucking. When Gunter realized
that no more would come out of me, he pulled out of my
mouth. He slapped his hard cock against my smooth
face.

"Dat vas good, boy. Meet me in the den." I cleaned my
ass with a wet towel. I noticed it was about 6 p.m. I
joined a still naked Gunter in the den. He was on the
phone. He was speaking German, and was agitated. On
his projection TV, but muted, (remember this was the
80's),  was a gay video. Four young boys were
wrestling naked. Cocks would slip into someones mouth
and occassionally up a smooth tight ass. Gunter hung
he phone up, and muttered something in German.

"Are you okay, sir?"

He looked up, and his expression immediately softened.
"Not really boy. One of my rigs in the North Atlantic
had an explosion. The details are unclear, but I must
leave in the morning. It is nice to have you here
though." Gunter sat on his leather couch. "Come here."
I crawled next to him. He pulled my head to his chest,
and wrapped a large arm around me.

"You can still have me tonight, Sir."

"I vill, boy" We sat there for a few minutes. I
thought Gunter was watching the movie with me, but his
cock was not getting hard. I looked up and saw him
staring at nothing. I slipped off of the couch, and
took his soft cock in my mouth. Gunter shifted, and
looked down at me. He grinned. When I felt his cock
harden, I was overjoyed. His cock grew to its full 9
inches.

"Get up, stand behind the couch, and bend over it." He
got up too. He moved behind me. I was facing the TV
projection showing a boy in a sling getting fucked by
a fat, hairy bear in leather.

I felt something wet on my asshole. Gunter was rubbing
lube into me. Not just fingering my hole. He was
really packing me with lube. I could feel it get warm
and runny. My tight butt cheeks were slick and excess
lube ran down my thighs. My freshly shaved skin
pressed against the cool leather couch with the clean
European lines.

Gunter's strong hands gripped my hips. He pulled me
back. His large cock popped into me. Finally. It
seemed like so long since I had a cock in my ass. It
had actually only been three weeks. My cock hardened
immediately, as it always does when a cock slips into
my ass. Gunter was a great fuck. Smooth at entering,
and he took what my ass gave him. Eventually, he
speeded up his thrusts.

I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I looked over my
shoulder at him, "Sir, you can fuck me rough if you
think it will help your frustration..." With that he
really started banging my ass. He even slapped my ass
very hard as he spouted out German profanity. I
glanced up at the TV screen just as a young boy was
really getting fucked hard by an older, balding man.
Gunter matched the porno actor stroke for stroke.
Gunter reached around and squeezed my cock with his
big strong hands. My cock shot off within a few
seconds. Gunter raised his slimy fingers to my lips
and continued to pound my ass as I licked my cum off
of his thick fingers. This was, without question, the
best fucks I had ever had.

After 20 minutes of hard fucking, Gunter filled my ass
with his seed. "I liked breeding you, boy." I could
only moan. We stood motionless for a few minutes until
his shrinking cock plopped out of my hole. I was
surprised when Gunter dropped to his knees and licked
his cum out of my gaping hole. Although I had just
cum, my cock began to harden. "You are a very gifted
boy."  And with that Gunter spun me around to give my
cock a few licks before standing.

"I vill need some help in Denmark for my trip. I know
you have been looking for vork, but I want to offer
you a job as my assitant for the trip. If it works
out, we may talk about something permanent. Do you
have a current passport?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"Call your parents, then, and tell them of the
emergency. Tell them I need your help. I will pay you
$3,000 for the trip for your help. If they have any
questions, I will be happy to explain my need for your
help." He couldn't help but smile at that comment.

My parents were excited at the call, and told me that,
by all means, go on the trip. By the time I staggered
home, my mother had already started to lay out some
clothes for me. I told them that the flight was first
thing in the morning, and Gunter suggested I stay at
his house so that we can leave quickly. They agreed.
But I noticed a slight nod by my mother. She had me
when she was still young, and had only turned 40 the
previous year. She was not clueless. I also realized
she was looking at my legs, which were now shaved. She
said nothing. I walked to the bathroom to get my
toothbrush and razor. I realized my lips were a bit
puffy from all the kissing and sucking. I was also a
bit flushed in the face, and for the first time,
realized that I smelled of sex.

I grabbed my bag to leave. My parents were in the
living room when I got downstairs. Mom was sitting on
Dads lap kissing him. Although openly affectionate,
they don't fool in front of me. Her cheeks were
flushed. She jumped up, and I couldn't help but notice
her nipples straining against her flimsy cotton
nightgown and that there were no panty lines under her
nightgown. When dad stood, I realized immediately that
he was hard. "Caught us" was all dad said. I hugged
him. As I hugged mom, I could not ignore her nipples
pushing against me. Her kiss was wetter than normal,
and she slapped my ass playfully after our hug.

I walked back to Gunter's house. He greeted me with a
kiss while the front door was still open. At least
night had just fallen, but I could not help but feel
embarrased. We swam naked for a brief time. We kissed
in the pool. By the time we got inside, Gunter said we
needed to go to sleep because our plane was to leave
at 7 a.m. the next morning. Gunter and I got into bed,
and kissed some more. We tried to sleep, but the
newness of everything overwhelmed us both.

Before I knew it, I was on my back with my legs over
Gunter's shoulder as he jackhammered my tender
asshole. And I loved every minute of it. After Gunter
filled my hole for the second time, we collapsed into
sleep.  The next morning, we woke for our trip to
Europe.

And my training with Gunter continued.