Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2017 23:29:55 -0400
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Subject: Blindfold (Installment 1)

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We had been chatting for a while, feeling each other out, seeing what
we liked and disliked. A simple online hook up with only body pictures
to show. That's how we both wanted it. All I knew of your body was its
stocky firmness with light smattering of black chest hair and you of
mine was its svelte smoothness. I hungered after your picture for who
knows how long when you finally took it upon yourself to end the
casual lusting.

"I want to use your body like the little bitch you are boy. I want to
feel your mouth sliding up and down my cock. I want to twist those
nipples till you beg me to stop. I want to spank that perk ass of
yours till its red then shove my cock up your ass till I explode then
wipe your ass slime and cum all over your face."

I stared at the message for days. Jacked off to it ever night since
then. I was timid. I wasn't sure how to respond and I so wanted you to
do that and so much more. My cock was instantly hard the first time I
read it and stayed hard every time I thought about it. I knew I had to
respond but wasn't sure what the proper response would be to show my
willingness.

I typed the message so many times, my fingers trembling as I did. Each
time the message was so inadequate for what you deserved. I finally
settled on a simple one. "I am willing and able to serve as you wish,
sir. I apologize for the tardiness for the response. I could not think
of an appropriate response for a man of your caliber. Please, forgive
the infraction."

You were not as lax in your response. "Be more prompt in your
responses in future for me to know that you are serious, boy. I will
decide if your response is appropriate or not and correct you if it is
not. Understood? I do not play games, boy. I know what I want and what
I like to do. If you cannot commit to an audition then do not waste my
time."

I knew the message I sent showed my naivety my ignorance of the
lifestyle. "Audition, sir? I'm sorry I am fairly new to all this
though I have been on the site for some time. Most of the guys on here
that have messaged me prior have been spammers or more talk than
actions. I am definitely interested in actually being trained and
used, I'm not sure what it requires of me for you though, sir."

A day later you responded. My message obviously had you thinking
second thoughts about me. I was scared that I had turned you off to
me. My heart fell. I had almost given up hope when you finally
responded. I was scared to open the message. Had you rejected me, had
you accepted me? I bit my lip and read.

"Good to know your skill level, boy. I apologize for the timing of
this message, I was otherwise preoccupied and wanted to ponder on your
servitude. I will accept you for an application for audition. This is
a one chance meeting showing me your willingness to submit to me.
Prior to that you must entice me on line and follow instructions I
give you prior to our meeting. You will also send me what you are
willing and not willing to do, any hard limits (things you won't do)
and soft limits (things you are hesitant to try but will with
restrictions.) I also want a list of things that you have done and
want to do. I look forward to your response. Take your time, but not
too much."

I thought about it hard and long. It was hard to decide what I would
do, what I might and what I definitely wouldn't do. "Sir," I began, "I
will be willing to suck, to get fucked to worship your cock and balls,
to be tied up, blindfolded, have my bodied teased, my ass spanked. I
know that isn't much but I haven't done much more. I am also okay with
light slapping of my face and body, nothing that hurts or leaves a
mark. I am also okay with toys, but not extremely large ones. I am
curious about water sports, I'm not sure what else there is. I
definitely am not into smells or eating nasty ass or scat or the like.
Sounding scares me and so does body modification and mummification."

I waited nervously for your response. I wanted you to want me to serve
you so bad. I checked my messages every few minutes. The minutes
dragged on into hours and finally a response from you right before
bed. "Very good, boy. I understand your lack of experience and respect
your limits. I too do not enjoy smells or leaving marks on a boy. I
will come up with a scene for your first audition. Are you free this
coming Friday?"

"Yes, sir." I responded immediately eagerly, joy and lust flowing
through me. Friday was two days away and I couldn't wait for my orders
for our first encounter. I knew I would do my best to please to make
it to the second audition. I had to. "I get home from work around 6."

It was only seconds later her responded. "I will have instructions for
you tomorrow evening. Your limits and safety will be respected. Send
me your address before you go to bed. Sleep well and no masturbation
until I give you permission to climax."

"Fuck." I thought. I was hard as steel. My balls were aching with
release, but I had to obey. It was in my nature. "I will obey, sir.
Good night." With that I sent my address

In bed my mind wondered at the things that would be done to me, things
I would do to my master at his command. I long to touch myself, stroke
myself, purge myself of the flood of lust that my balls held, but I
stood strong and eventually fell asleep, frustrated. I would not
disappoint before our first meeting. I almost forgot when I awoke and
I slowly stroked my morning hard on.

It was the longest Thursday known to man. Being told you can't do
something makes you want to do it more. In the car, during lunch, in
the bathroom, even at my desk. I found my mind wondering about the
audition and coming up with very imaginative things that we would do.
It was everything I could do not to break down and squeeze out
disobedience, but I remained strong.

I ate by my computer staring waiting for my instructions. I kept
staring at the page almost forgetting the fact I still needed to
shower and get ready for bed. Still no instructions after my shower.
"Fuck." I thought. "He's flaking on me." I was about to resolve to
break his rule when I heard the familiar beep of an incoming message.

My heart leaped and my cock throbbed as I read the message. "Hello,
boy. I have thought hard on our agenda for tomorrow. The entire time
should be an hour or so. You will be clean inside and out awaiting me
on your knees in a jock blindfolded. If you do not have a jock wear
something that will cover your cock but allow me easy access to your
ass. Have the television tuned to channel eight and the front door
unlocked. I will arrive around seven forty five.

The first part will test your ability to follow instructions. I will
inspect you and your dwellings. Then we will commence on your ability
to follow instructions. You will not see my face until you have earned
the right. Each accomplishment will grant you a reward. Have condoms
and lube ready if I decide to penetrate you. Do well and I'll allow
you to climax. Be prepared to be used for my needs and desire. Respond
back with your consent to this."

It didn't take a minute for me to respond back. I wanted it so badly.
"Yes, sir. I will be ready, clean, fresh, blindfolded in my jock for
you with the proper channel on. I eagerly await the moment to serve
you and show you that I am serious. I will have condoms and lube ready
for you and the bed opened if you chose to use me in there. I look
forward to serving you. Good night, sir."

The next day my heart was a flutter. I struggled to fall asleep the
night before. I couldn't wait to get home and be prepared for my
audition. As soon as I got home, I scarfed down some food and began my
preparations. I cleaned myself inside and out as through as possible.
I placed condoms and lube on the bed side table and on the coffee
table in the living room alongside my blindfold.

I put on my tight worn black jock that the pouch was fraying a bit. It
gave a glimpse but not the full view of my seven inches of arousal. I
strutted in the mirror for a bit admiring my smooth swimmer's build
body in the jock. It was getting close to time. I unlocked the front
door and grabbed a bottle of water and sat it next to the lube and
condoms. I tuned the television to the appropriate channel. Seven
thirty five, my stomach as tied in knots.

I gave the house a once over before kneeling down and putting the
blind fold on. As anyone who knows about being blindfolded, it's a
fear and exhilaration of not knowing what is going on around you. Time
seems to stretch, sensations are more intense. Nothing turns me on
more knowing that I don't know what's going to happen to me at the
hands of another man.

I perk my head up as the door opens. "Good boy." He says as he enters.
"Stay." I hear him walking around my house examining the rooms. I then
hear him stand behind me. "Stand boy." I rise to my feet silently. I
haven't been given any instructions on speaking so I stay silent till
I am told otherwise. "Nice." I feel his calloused hands on my butt
cheeks kneading and squeezing. "You'll be silent until I give you
permission to speak, nod your understanding."

I do so. He releases my cheeks and swats me firmly on the ass. "Good
boy." I hear him move around front. "This jock looks good on you." He
squeezes my bulge painfully almost soliciting a moan from me as he
feels my excitement. "This turns you on." I can hear the smirk in his
voice. His hands travel up my sides to my nipples. "Nice big round
brown nipples." He twists them lightly and thumbs them for a bit. Then
his fingers trace my lips.

"You've got some nice lips." I want to lay my head in his hand like a
puppy but hold my place. "They'll look good on my cock." I exhale a
shudder at the thought. "I'm going to collar and leash you for this
audition. This is a temporary collaring for play. You'll have to earn
a true collaring." I feel him slide the leather around my neck and
fasten it. Then the click as the leash is attached. "On your knees,
boy."

I drop to my knees. He pulls me to where my couch is and I hear him
sit down. I am still on my knees before him. "Remove my shoes and
socks." I reach out to his feet and feel his tennis shoes and untie
one and remove it and then his sock. I repeat the method with the
other and sat them side by side to my left. He pulls me by my leash to
allow my head into his denim covered crotch. He pets me. "Good boy."

I nuzzle lightly, resting my head in his lap, wanting, longing to tear
his jeans open and devour the meaty insides. I remain still. He pulls
me up unto his lap. I am much smaller than him size wise. He is
obviously broader and more muscled than I. He pulls my head down to
lay against his chest my legs stretched out before me. "We'll watch
some TV for a bit and then we'll get down to business."

I know this is part of the test. I enjoy his closeness. His hand rests
on my crotch the other around me holding me close. "The stop word is
turtle. The slow down word is celery." He informs me. "If I am too
rough or you cannot take any more for a bit, say turtle. If it is too
intense and you want it to stop say celery. With that I will stop and
leave. Repeat it back to me, boy."

"If I need things to slow down because it is too much for me, I say
turtle. If I cannot handle anymore, I say turtle. Everything will stop
and you will leave." I repeat savoring his closeness. "I understand,
sir." He squeezes my pouch then lightly thumps my bulge. I jump
slightly at the touch.

He pulls my head closer to him and repeats the thump. Slight inflicts
of erotic pain. "Good boy." Another thump. My balls ache as he thumps,
rubs then squeezes at random intervals. He keeps me pulled close to
him as he watches television. I inhale his scent. A musky clean scent.
I can tell he is clean shaven and the scent of aftershave is light but
intoxicating to me.

This goes on for the entire show, I guess. I am too enthralled with my
Master's touch, his scent, his closeness to me. The comfort of his
arms around me, the casual thump of my balls and squeezes. My heart
was beating a mile a minute with the excitement of finally having him
so close though I could not see him. I felt protected and it calmed my
fears.

"Get on your feet, boy." He commands softly in my ear. "It's time to
see how obedient you are."

I reluctantly stand up in front of him. I find myself missing the
casual thumping that made my balls ache and filled my jock with
precum. I stand with my hands at my sides awaiting his next command. I
have committed myself to proving to him, to proving to myself that I
can do this. I feel his hands run over my arms, and I shudder from the
excitement.

"You've done good so far, boy." He hands travel up to my head and
takes a fist full of my hair. He pulls my head to his and I get a
small reward as his tongues snakes into mine. I kiss back, savoring
his taste as his tongue dominates mine just as he's dominating me with
his scruff scratching my skin with pleasurable pain. He breaks the
kiss reluctantly. I can tell he enjoyed it just as much as I did.
"That was a small reward." He announces, still with a fist full of my
hair. "You'll get those as you, please me."

He releases my hair and pushes me down to my knees with no resistance.
I hear him undress, and long to do it for him, but I was not
instructed too, so I sit patiently as I hear him remove his clothes.
Without warning his hand is on the back of my head and my head is
pressed into his clothed covered crotch and he's rubbing my face
against his fabric covered engorged member.

"Take in my scent, boy." He orders and I do, inhaling deeply longing
to do more than simply inhale his scent. "That's it, boy. Take in my
scent. Get familiar with it. I want you longing for it." I'm
enraptured by his smell, I can almost taste it as I take lungful after
lungful in. I can feel the wetness in his crotch expand as he drags my
face around his crotch, I'm tempted to suck the savory liquid out but
know better.

He pushes my head away. "Remember that scent." He commands gruffly.
"Long for that scent, desire that scent. Understand boy?"

"Yes, sir, I already do." I huff out in desire, a slight growl of
desire. I can tell my Master is pleased as he lets out a small snort
of approval. He clips a leash to my collar and I feel that
overwhelming security flow over me as I give him more control.

"Come, boy." He commands, as he pulls me by my leash. I follow blindly
behind him to my room. He stops before my bed. He tugs on my leash and
commands, "Up boy." I do obediently, climbing on the bed like some
animal. My ass is pointed towards him as I await his next command.
"Such a pretty ass." He comments as his hands rub over my bubble
mounds.

"You've been good so far, boy." He squeezed my left cheek. "But you
will disappoint me, and so to remind you that you shouldn't, you are
going to get disciplined. Discipline is a reminder to not disappoint
me and prevent me from punishing you. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes, sir." I answer knowing that some sort of discipline is coming
for. I longed for it, desired it, need it.

"This will be a light discipline." He informed me. I feel him sit on
the bed. He pulls me over to his lap. "I know you've been bad, cock
teasing me. I'll give you what I feel you can handle for now, but in
future if we continue, we will push those limits." His hand is still
caressing my ass lovingly. "This is more for you than me. After each
swat, I want you to count it out loud followed by sir. Understand,
boy?"

"Yes, sir." I take a deep breath knowing as much as I cringe at the
thought, I want it. Before I can prepare, I feel the swift smach of
his hand against my ass. "One, sir." I almost forget. "Two, sir." I
continue. He continues, sometimes rubbing my stinging bottom before
laying another swat, sometimes hitting in rapid succession. I'm at
twenty when he finally stops.

I'm breathing hard, panting with excitement, longing to rub my sore
bottom. "You did good, boy." He pulls me off him on to the bed. "Get
on all fours, like you were before." I do as I am commanded. "I think
you deserve a reward." With that I felt the sudden wetness of his
tongue on my hole." I gasped in the sudden pleasure as his whiskers
brushed against my sensitive skin.

He tongued my hole with fervor, darting his tongue further and further
into my hole as he lapped around the tender area, as his hands
squeezed my sore cheeks. I moaned openly with the pleasure and pain
that shot through my body. I wanted to beg for more, plead for more,
but I held steadfast to the rules.

"Mmm." He murmured. "Such a tasty hole. I could eat it all day." His
finger slide over the moist lips before slipping in and wiggled
around. "Tight but accommodating" He commented as another slipped in.
He continued to play in my hole with childlike enthusiasm, slipping in
and out, and feeling around my insides. Then he found my spot and
sweet spot and failed him.

"Oh, God." I moaned, my arms lost their strength and I fell face down
on the bed. I panicked, wondering what he would do. He continued
playing in my hole a bit longer before he suddenly pulled both fingers
out with a loud plop.

The room was silent as he stalked behind me. "Like I said boy, you
would disappoint me." I struggled to get myself back up and held my
head down in shame. "But I expected this. You will learn control." He
amended. "I will give you some leeway in your audition, but not much.
Be mindful of your actions. Understood, boy?"

"Yes, sir." I almost sobbed pushing myself up to the previous position
as if nothing had occurred. I hoped my inability to maintain control
had not lost me future training by this without warning he swatted my
bottom again, hard and firm. I winced inwardly, but thanked him
silently that he had not totally abandoned me.

I felt his big hand smooth over my reddened ass. I could sense him
admiring his work as he cupped and squeezed my bottom with lustful
handfuls. I felt his finger toy with my entrance with intrigue. I
braced myself not knowing what would be next. Would he continue his
anal probe? Would he shove it in without allowing me the pleasure of a
taste?

"Get on the floor, boy." He smacked my ass suddenly, sending a sting
across my already sore ass. "On your knees. I didn't hesitate as I
moved from the bed to my floor. I sensed him before me, standing,
looming over me. I want to reach out and touch him, gather comfort in
his touch, but I patiently await.

"Such pretty lips." He snarls warmly. "You need to show me what you
can do, boy. Prove to me you can worship my dick properly. Worship me
properly." My heart races at the thought of finally touching him, to
explore his body with my hands and mouth. I can feel myself leaking
with the excitement. I find the urge to jump at him and devour his
body.

"I want you to show me you are worthy of my cock, boy." I could hear
the hunger in his voice. "I want you to taste my cock, but you need to
prove to me that you are worthy of it." I heard him move closer. "You
may explore my body, but do not touch my cock." He ordered. "I will
not direct you. I want you to show me how you can please me without
being told." I waited eagerly for my permission. After a few minutes I
heard the smile in his voice as he said, "Good boy. Now get started."

I reached out and felt my way to my Master's feet. I started with
kissing and caressing them. I was not especially into feet, but I
wanted him to know I would do what I had to, to serve him. I kissed
and licked one foot then the other before making my way to his ankles
and then his calves, softly squeezing them with admiration. They were
toned and tight and the size of grapefruits.

I wormed my way up his legs, suckling and tasting his skin. I found
the back of his knees and I circled my tongue over the soft sensitive
skin. I heard him gasp in pleasure. I fought the urge to truly go in
on it, knowing too much pleasure would be the same as not enough. I
licked up the back of his thighs and up to his boxer brief covered
ass.

I grasped his hips for support as I nuzzled his firm buttocks, feeling
the strength and tone in the muscular ass contrasted by the slight
softness of it. I wanted to dive into the cheeks, but knew I did not
have permission, so I settled for mouthing what I could through the
fabric. I reluctantly move my way upward, kissing the small of his
back. I wanted every inch of him.

I felt the smoothness of his back as I move my way to his front,
kissing his left hand and inhaling one finger after the other into my
mouth as I made my way by. I kissed in marvel at his flat and toned
belly. Hard, yet not overly developed. I could feel the slight peach
fuzz as I kissed and burrowed into him. Up his firm toned body I went
till I found my first real objective.

I took the hard point of his nipple in my mouth and circled it with my
tongue. I bit and nibbled as I heard him gasp with pleasure. This
encouraged me to continue as I took the other in my hand and slowly
felt the firm defined swimmer's pec and flicked the other nipple as I
devoured his left. His hand took hold of my head and pressed me
further against his chest before he guided me to his other. He had
said no guidance but I had forced him to break that oath with my
skills.

 I did the same with the other nipple before it was too much for him
to take any more. He took a fist full of my hair and pulled me
unwillingly from his tit and he kissed me deeply, passionately with
animal hunger. Without words he broke the kiss and pressed me down
back to my knees. I heard the sliding of his boxer briefs going down
before he took my head and press the head of his massive cock against
my lips. He pressed firmly and diligently till I opened my mouth and
took the head of my treasure into my mouth, tasting the salty
sweetness of his precum against my tongue.

I had only a moment to savor the taste before he used my mouth for its
true purpose for himself. He was thick, filling my mouth, stretching
my lips to their max as his pistoned his length against my
unsuspecting throat, trying to get me to open up to take more of him
into me. I choked and gagged, my eyes watered with the pleasure he
took from forcing more and more of my prize into my throat.

I'm not sure how long he continued to push past my gag reflex as he
trained my throat but without warning he pull me off my prize with
spittle and precum dripping from my mouth. I had no control as he
lifted me up and tossed me on my back on the bed. I heard the
unwrapping of a condom and the uncapping of lube.

I prepared myself for what was next. He took my ankles in my hand and
lifted me so that he could then prepare me. The slick coolness soothed
my soreness then with expect and carnal lust, my legs were on his
shoulders and he slowly guided himself into me. Without having to ask,
he did so slowly and methodically, allowing me to adjust to his length
and girth.

I was in heaven as he slid inch by inch into me till he was buried up
to his hilt into me. He leaned down and kissed me with a growl. "I
want to wreck this hole tonight, but I will be gentle this time." He
circled his hips eliciting a moan of pleasure out of me. "I have more
I want to do to this fuck hole this weekend." He slowly pumped in and
out. He leaned down and kissed me. I instinctively wrapped my hands
around his broad back.

"Good boy." He growled in my mouth. "Hold on. I'm going to pump that
hole." With that he began his pounding, sliding in and out, slow and
fast, short and long. Over and over he changed his pace, rolled his
hips, his thrusts. As much as he wanted to get off he also wanted to
give me unbearable pleasure. After some time, as I grew a bit raw from
the constant thrusting, I felt him pick his pace up and with a roar of
pleasure I felt him expand and fill the condom with his lust for me.

He continued as he convulse in pleasure until he was finally spent. He
released my legs and collapsed on top of me, snuggling me close with
his manhood still firmly in me. I ran my hands over his back as he
kissed gentle kisses against my skin. "Good boy." He murmured as he
pulled me close to him. Slowly, with my dismay, he slid out. After
some further nuzzling he lifted himself from me. "Stay." He commanded
as he left the room.

I heard the bathroom sink run. I knew he was cleaning himself up and
wasting those wonderful juices contained in the latex prison by
tossing it in the toilet. He came back smelling of my soap. He picked
my legs up as had before and admired his handy work. "Such a nice
hole." He mused as he cleaned me like a baby, removing the residue of
lube and bodily fluid.

Once done, he lowered my legs and laid beside me, pulling me into
toned massive arms. "You did good, boy." He began. "You have me
wanting to come back for more." I smiled with pleasure as I took the
liberty to stroke his define chest. "You have not earned the right to
climax tonight, but I will reward you tomorrow when I come for your
next audition."

I felt my heart jump for joy. He was coming back. Perhaps I would be
able to see his handsome face this time. "I want to see how you play
with others." He had a sexually sinister tone to his voice. "I have
another plaything I am keeping." My heart fell. I was not the only
one. Of course I was not the only one for this man. "I will bring him
tomorrow. Both of you have the same instruction of blindfolds and no
talking." He reaffirmed. "I believe you two will mesh well, if not, a
decision will be made." He kissed me on the head. "But don't fret, I
will not give you up so easily." It was if he sensed the anxiety in
me. "I may just keep you two separate but I'd rather not."

With that he pushed me off him and left the bed. "I must go tend to
the other boy now." He said nonchalantly as I heard him dress. "He is
eager to meet you. He enjoyed your pictures." I felt a hand on my
chest. "I will send his to you when I get home." He smacked my taunt
belly playfully. "I think you will like him as well and enjoy what I
have in mind for you both."

He leaned down and kissed me one last time. "Count to two hundred and
then you can remove the blindfold and clean up. You are still not to
climax until I tell you."

I lay patiently as I heard him in the living room dressing. My heart
thundered as I slowly counted. I heard the door close and the start of
his engine but I dared not disobey. Once I reached two hundred I pull
the blind fold off and longed to play with my aching cock, but did
not. I went around and cleaned up the small mess there was, then went
to shower.

I was happy to see that he had left his juices on the counter for me.
Without hesitation I emptied the contents into my mouth and savored
the taste, rolling it around in my mouth before finally swallowing
down. I was so horny yet so satisfied. I could not wait for our next
meeting.