Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 04:02:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: James T. <storymaster49@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Jonathan - Chapter Nine

Only because of an overwhelming number of requests I
have written another chapter in the continuing saga of
Master Jonathan.  I appreciate all the emails and the
encouragement.  Keep it coming.

Master Jonathan  Chapter 9

Ralph Toland


"So, explain to me why I would be interested,"
Jonathan asked the man sitting across from his desk.

"I'm not sure," he answered, "but your son told me all
about you and what you like and don't like and he said
you might be willing to help me.  I guess I can't
answer your question.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
waste your time."

He stood up as to leave ,  slowly getting up,
discomfort and embarrassment  clearly exhibited by his
body language.

"SIT DOWN," Jonathan ordered, in a raised voice.
"Don't come here asking for favors and then walk out
before I have decided we are finished.  I haven't said
no to anything yet.  You come in here asking for help
and then give up as soon you don't get an enthusiastic
yes.   Christ, how do you make it through life?"

Jonathan sat staring at the man in front of him,
waiting for some kind of reaction other than fear and
humiliation.  His oldest son had asked him to chat
with  a "friend," and help him out with his problem.
Jonathan had been involved in many bizarre situations,
but this was the most bizarre to date.

"Let me see if I have this right.  You are 36 years
old and you have never had sex with a woman or man.
My son told you about me and you found yourself having
some sort of reaction which you are unfamiliar with.
You have a weak sex drive and have never  had the urge
to pursue sex with anyone,  and now you think I might
be able to unlock some sort of door for you.  What
exactly are you asking for?"

"Uh, I don't know really," he answered,  looking down
and rubbing his palms nervously up and down his lap.
"Your son said you had a harem of sorts and I figured
if I could hang out with them and watch,  or
something, maybe I'd get the same feelings I had when
he told me about what goes on there."  He paused,
groping for words.  "I'm sorry, I am just really
confused, but these feelings are kinda new and I've
been thinking about them for a long time."

Jonathan sat staring.  A part of him wanted to laugh,
a part of him wanted to feel sorry for this 39 year
old man who had missed out on so much,  and a part of
him wanted to slap him for being so weak and
indecisive.  After a few minutes of watching the man
Jonathan finally spoke.

"Ok, Eric, I'll try and help you." Eric looked up with
 anticipation . "First off, I'm not letting you hang
out, as you call it, with  my bitches.  I allow  very
few men to roam freely about my stable,  and in this
case it is out of the question.  But,  if you want
help releasing these desires you claim  you have never
experienced, then I might be able to help.  I don't
have time for a lot of games so if you want this help
from me there are some rules you will agree to right
now.  Otherwise you can leave.

Jonathan waited for a reaction,  pretty much assuming
the man across from him would choose to walk out.
Eric nodded and said "ok."

In a few minutes I will have my assistant take you to
the guest quarters.  This  evening he will come and
get you and bring you to me.  Once you have decided to
come into my quarters you will no longer have control
of the situation.   You will not be asked  your
opinion about what I ask you to do, and you will not
offer one.  If I tell you to do something you will do
it." Jonathan paused,  gauging Eric's reaction.  "Do
you agree to all of this so far?"

Jonathan saw a slight look of doubt sweep across
Eric's faced,  then replaced by hint of excitement.
Eric nodded.

"You know,  I don't like being nodded to when I ask a
question.  Yes and no are perfectly good words,
although I am not used to hearing the word, no."

"Yes.  I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous."

Jonathan was encouraged by the man's sudden desire to
submit.  It meant he would be easy to subdue if he
became resistant to any of Jonathan's unusual sexual
tastes.

"Just to put your mind at ease.  No one is going to
hurt you.  Some of the things I do to you might be
uncomfortable at first, but you will find that pain
and pleasure are parallel sensations.  I get no
pleasure hurting anyone. The more compliant you are
the more pleasure you will experience.  I think I can
say with some confidence, we are going to open some
big doors for you tonight." Jonathan said, a slight
smile on his face.

"I understand.  I'll do anything you say," Eric
answered quickly, the nervousness and anticipation
obvious in his voice.

"One last question, Eric.  What was your relationship
with your father like?"  This was an important element
for Jonathan.  His answer would tell Jonathan a lot
about how to work this man.

A perplexed look swept across his face, but he
answered immediately.  "I guess not great.  He was
kind of demanding, never  really said much to me
except when he criticized everything I did.   I didn't
really measure up to him.  We don't talk much
anymore."

"I see," said Jonathan,  pausing.  "And, did you spend
a lot of time trying to please  him."

"Yeah, a lot.  It never worked though.  Nothing
pleased him.  He'd just grunt and walk away when I
told him about something good I did."

Jonathan nodded, as he heard what he already had
figured out anyway.  "From now on, you call me Dad or
Daddy."

"Ok," Eric answered.

"Ok, what?" Jonathan asked, firmly.

"Ok, Daddy."

Leaning across his desk Jonathan pressed a button on
his phone, summoning his assistant.  In a few moments
the door opened.  His assistant entered and Jonathan
gave him instructions.

"James,  take Eric to the quest quarters and prepare
him for a night with me.  I think the usual is in
order.  Full pubic wax, good scrubbing."  Jonathan
paused, looking at Eric.  "And have Bruno give him a
full non-sexual massage.  He is a little wound  up,
and I think a massage would do him good,  don't you
think, James?"

"Yes, sir, a massage from Bruno looks like it is
definitely in order."  With that, James led Eric out
of Jonathan's office and to the quest quarters.

At about 9 oclock Eric found himself nervous but
excited.  The massage from Bruno had definitely eased
the overwhelming tension his meeting with Jonathan had
produced, but as the moment to be escorted to Jonathan
approached he could feel the tension coming back.  He
looked at his naked image in the mirror.  The  waxing
had been painful but not nearly as much as he had
feared.  He had never  shaved his pubes so the look
was new and strange, but brought out feelings in him
he couldn't quite understand.  As he looked at himself
in the mirror he vowed he would let Jonathan do
whatever  he wanted.  He sensed a life changing
experience waiting for him, and he wanted desperately
to go through with it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock at the
door followed by its opening.  James peered in, "It's
time,  Eric."

Eric looked down at his nakedness and asked, "what
should I wear."

James smiled,  and leading him out the door said  "you
are quite alright the way you are. "

Jonathan lay naked on his bed.  Laying on his side,
with his arm bent and his head resting in the pal m of
his hand, he waited for Eric to be brought to him.  He
had thought off and on all day about the approach he
would take.  He finally came upon a simple plan he
felt sure would succeed.  Eric was simply unaware of
his own  sexuality.  For reasons only years of therapy
might uncover,  Eric had never really experienced
sexual pleasure, and had subconsciously denied it to
himself.  Jonathan's plan was to bring him to the edge
of orgasm and hold him there for a long time.  This
would force him to feel the  raw feelings of desire
that an approaching orgasm brought out in everyone.
At the moment of orgasm most people were at their most
vulnerable, most open to suggestion, and willing to do
anything to experience the release an orgasm
delivered.  At the same time, Jonathan would use him
as a fucktoy and let him see how much his body could
create desire in another person, be it man or woman.
He would use Eric for his own pleasure, thus showing
the man he was capable of being desirable.  The
breakthrough would come when he experienced his own
orgasm at the same moment Jonathan flooded him with
the copious flow of cum he was uniquely capable of
delivering.  Jonathan had to admit he was excited at
this special challenge and could feel the familiar
stirrings at the base of his cock that he always felt
when he was about to conquer.

James brought Eric to Jonathan's bedside and with a
soft "have a pleasant evening," he left.

Jonathan patted the mattress and said, "come here,
lay next to me on your back."

Eric quickly complied and laid down next to Jonathan,
nervously trying to figure out what to do with his
hands.  He was afraid he might do the wrong thing so
he simply rested his arms by his side. He lay
separated from Jonathan by a few inches.  Jonathan
reached across, grabbing him by the waist.  "Closer,"
he ordered softly.  Eric scooted closer till the whole
side of his body was up against Jonathan's.  He could
feel Jonathan's leg up against his hand, and his soft
but thick cock pressed against his arm.

Jonathan reached  down and grabbed Eric's leg, pulling
it over his own,  leaving Eric with his legs spread.
Jonathan gently slid his hand up and down Eric's inner
thigh, trying to calm the slight shaking Eric was
still experiencing.  Looking into his eyes he told
Eric, "we are both going to have  deep pleasure,
you'll see."

Eric suddenly felt a little calmer and answered "yes,
daddy," bringing a smile to Jonathan's face.

Jonathan reached up and and put his and on Eric's
mouth, slipping his middle finger between his lips.
"Wet it," he  said quietly.

Eric lay frozen momentarily at the unexpected invasion
of his mouth.  Except for trips to the dentist, no one
had ever put their finger in his mouth.  Wanting to
please he quickly began to slide his tongue across
Jonathan's finger, but his nervousness had left him
with a dry mouth and the finger felt dry and rough.
Jonathan pushed his finger to the back of Eric's
throat causing him to gag.  The gag reflex caused the
saliva to flow and Jonathan moved his finger around
inside his mouth.  "That's better," he said.

Pulling his finger out of Eric's mouth, Jonathan
moved it down between  his legs and searched around
for the tight little pucker of Eric's virgin ass.  On
feeling the tense ring he pushed his finger in till he
had penetrated to the second knuckle.  Eric lifted his
ass of the bed, reacting to the sudden intrusion and
let out an "unnggghhhh." The invasion caused him to
grab Jonathan's arm.

"Let go of my arm," Jonathan ordered forcefully, and
Eric quickly dropped his hand back on the bed.

Jonathan expertly found Eric's prostrate with his
fingertip and began gently sliding it back and forth.
At first Eric squinted his eyes and squeezed his ass
tight around the invading finger, his body trying to
expel it.  Jonathan was undeterred and kept up the
gentle massage, knowing he would soon get the reaction
he was looking for.

Slowly, Jonathan noticed an easing of the tight clamp
Eric's ring had on his finger and he knew he was
getting the desired affect.  As the ring opened Eric's
body began to relax and his cock began to grow.  It
was not a particularly large cock but well shaped and
crowned by a deep purple shiny head.  There wasn't
much to admire in his cock and to Jonathan it made no
difference anyway since it was simply an appendage.
Jonathan's only interest in men was their mouth and
their pussy, and the pleasure they could bring him.

As he continued to massage the little almond shaped
muscle, he noticed pre-cum forming at the head and
knew his plan was working.  Eric was beginning to moan
slightly at the sensation and  occasionally lifting
his ass a few inches off the bed to give Jonathan
deeper access.  Occasionally, Jonathan would push his
finger deep into Eric's ass, bringing a moan of
pleasure.  Jonathan kept up the massage for well over
half an hour, stopping when he felt Eric might have a
spontaneous orgasm.  Every time he stopped he heard a
whine of frustration from Eric, followed by a thrust
from his ass as he vainly attempted to get more
stimulation.

Finally, he pulled his finger out of Eric's tight ass
and pushed it into his mouth.  Eric was startled but
quickly sucked the finger hard, running his tongue
hungrily around it.  Jonathan smiled to himself and
was pleased with how quickly Eric was becoming a slut.

"Ok, bitch, time for something new, " Jonathan said as
he slid up on the bed and leaned his back against the
headboard.  "Kneel between my legs."

Eric climbed between Jonathans legs and looked up at
him.  "What  should I do," he asked.

Jonathan laughed slightly at the complete innocence in
the question.  "You are going to suck your Daddy's
cock, that's what."

Jonathan had allowed himself to get fully erect while
he was finger fucking his bitch and he was already
beginning to leak prodigious amounts of pre-cum.  To
anyone who had been fucked by Jonathan this was
totally expected.  To Eric it was definitely not
expected and he looked down in amazement at the way it
ran out his piss slit and down the shaft.

Taking Eric's head in his hands he looked him directly
in the eyes.  "Here is where obeying me is EVERYTHING.
 You don't listen to your body, you listen to me.  You
swallow when I tell you, not when your own instincts
tell you.  You DO NOT pull away from my cock.  If you
feel you can't breath,  ride with it.  I will pull
back when I know you need to breath.  UNDERSTOOD?"

Eric nodded and was rewarded with a firm slap across
the cheek.  "UNDERSTOOD, CUNT?"

"YES, DADDY, " Eric almost yelled in sudden shock.
The slap was a complete surprise as was  being called
cunt,  but he felt his cock twitch with pleasure at
the role he was succumbing to.  He was feeling things
he had never felt.  They felt good.  In fact, they
felt fantastic and all he could think about was how
much he wanted these feeling to go on and on.

"Ok, suck Daddy's cock and listen carefully to my
instructions," said Jonathan,  in a softer tone.

Eric took the head of Jonathan's cock into his mouth
and hungrily sucked the pre-cum that had coated it.
It tasted slightly bitter but in his state of arousal
he swallowed it hungrily.  Jonathan had Eric's head
still in his hands and he slowly pulled him down  the
thick, veiny shaft.

"Don't try and swallow.  If you gag just go ahead and
gag, but don't try and swallow.  Let your saliva
flow," he directed.

Eric felt the thick meaty head sliding down his tongue
and hit the back of his throat.  An uncontrollable gag
reflex took over and he opened his mouth wide in
reaction, his eyes closing tightly as his body
convulsed.  Jonathan backed off a few inches and Eric
took a big gulp.

"Ok, let's try it again, but this time don't swallow
or I will take action."

Pulling Eric's head down again Jonathan watched as
half his cock disappeared in the open mouth.  Eric
gagged again and opened his mouth wide ,  convulsing.
Jonathan eased back and this time Eric willed himself
not to swallow.  The  saliva poured out his mouth and
down over Jonathans throbbing cock.  "Better,"
Jonathan said, encouragingly.

Once more Jonathan pushed down on Eric's head watching
his lips slide halfway down  his cock.  This time Eric
was able to control his gag reflex for a few seconds.
When he did gag it was less dramatic than the previous
two  attempts, and Jonathan only pulled back an inch
before putting it once again in the back of Eric's
throat.  Jonathan kept up this rhythm for a while,
watching the gag reflexes diminish.  Finally, he was
able  to hold it in the back of his throat till Eric's
face turned red from lack of oxygen, then he would
pull it out momentarily so the slut could breath.

The training continued for a long time till Jonathan
could see Eric's lips almost reach the base of his
cock.  It pleased Jonathan to see how well Eric had
adapted his normal reflexes in order to accommodate
Jonathan's needs.  As Eric worked on his  cock
Jonathan spoke softly to him.

"I've turned you into a slut.  From now on, men are
going to beg you to suck their cock.  Few men can do
what you are doing and you will be every man's
favorite fucktoy.  You should be very proud of what
you have accomplished.  You have surrendered to me,
you have turned yourself over to me and become a bitch
ready to serve my needs.  The only thing left is to
turn your tight ass into a manpussy that is always
ready to take a cock.  Once I have broken your cunt
in, you will have become a man whore,   a cum pig, a
thing to be used.  You will beg men to fuck you and
you will do anything to get men to shove their cocks
inside you and breed you like the cunt whore you are.
"

The words made Eric delirious.  The more Jonathan
spoke the more he lost himself in the total surrender
he was experiencing.  He had crossed a line and he
never wanted to go back.

After what seemed hours of servicing his masters cock,
Eric felt Jonathan pulling his head away from his
cock.  As the cock left his mouth several thick
strings of spit ran from his lips to Jonathan's cock.
Instead of flopping on his leg, Jonathan's cock stood
straight up, twitching and continuing to leak precum.


"Lay on your back," ordered Jonathan.

Eric knew what was coming next and looking down at the
massive piece of meat between Jonathans leg, a shiver
of fear ran up his spine.  Still, he was beyond
protesting or challenging what was coming.  He was
Jonathan's whore and no longer had the capacity to
even think about his own needs or fears.

Laying on his back,  Eric watched as Jonathan reached
for the night table and retrieved a bottle of dark
yellow  oil.  Positioning himself between Eric's legs
he told him to lift his legs and hold them back with
his hands.  Eric quickly complied.

Jonathan squeezed a generous amount of the thick oilon
his finger tips and spread it between  Eric's gaping
cheeks.  Taking another squeeze on his finger tips he
smoothly inserted two fingers into the tight little
muscle ring and pushed them up as far as they would
go, moving them around vigorously, and ignoring Eric's
groans of discomfort.  Satisfied he had Eric's virgin
cunt well lubricated, he leaned over and put the oil
back on the night table.  Moving back between Eric's
legs he grabbed him by the ankles and spread his legs
wide.  Positioning his cock head against Eric's ass
ring he held it in place as he leaned forward,
allowing Eric's legs to slide down his arms till they
were resting against the inside of his elbows.
Jonathan gracefully leaned forward and as he dropped
to Eric's chest slid his cock deep inside Eric's
upturned ass.

Eric let out a long wail of pain and struggled vainly
against the sudden and powerful intrusion.  His
struggles were tempered by the weight of Jonathan's
heavy body.  Jonathan held Erics legs forward so his
ass was pushed up against his thighs, his cock held
deep inside.  Jonathan laid his head on Eric's
shoulder waiting for the desperate struggles to stop.
Jonathan knew there was no point in telling his bitch
to calm down.  Eric's reactions were normal and he
couldn't control them.  Besides, Jonathan loved to
feel  his bitches struggle beneath him.  It gave him
sense of power and control one only got from breaking
a virgin mancunt.

Eric's struggles continued for several minutes, his
hands alternating between raking across Jonathan's
back, and gripping the headboard in a vain attempt to
pull himself free from the painful invasion.

Jonathan ignored Eric's pleas to "STOP, STOP," and his
cries of "IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO MUCH, PLEASE TAKE IT
OUT."  Jonathan smiled, listening to the anguish he
knew would soon be replaced with moans of pleasure.

Slowly, Eric's struggles calmed and he lay under
Jonathan panting.  Jonathan raised himself slightly
and  looked down into Eric's sweaty face.  "Suck on my
tongue," he ordered.

Putting his open mouth against Eric's lips he felt his
bitch hungrily suck  his long tongue deep into his
mouth.  Eric couldn't get enough of the thick tongue
in his mouth and tried  to suck it to the back of his
throat as he had done to Jonathan's delicious cock
moments  before.  The pain in his  invaded rectum was
easing and he was beginning to feel a delicious full
feeling deep inside.  He tried moving his ass around
slightly and the pleasant  feelings grew stronger.

Jonathan, sensing the change in sensation Eric was
experiencing pulled his cock out about and inch and
then slowly pushed it back in.  He was rewarded with a
soft groan from his bitch.  He pulled out a little
more and pushed in again.  The reaction of pleasure
from Eric was more pronounced and he continued
building his rhythm.  Eventually,   Jonathan was
pulling his cock out till the base of his cock head
was gripped by Eric's supple ass ring, then he would
push it back down to the root.  Eric was writhing
under him, only this time they were the struggles of
someone overcome by desire.

Jonathan pulled up off his bitch and with his hand
supporting him on the mattress began to fuck his
willing  bitch in earnest.  Jonathan was strong and
his enormous strength was at its most pronounced when
he was pounding a new conquest.  He rammed his cock
deep and  hard, his  balls slapping loudly against
Eric's upturned ass.  Looking down at his bitch's face
he could see the expressions of total surrender.  He
eyes were glassy and small rivulets of drool leaked
from the corners of his mouth.

"That's it bitch,  take my cock.  Lift that cunt up so
I can pump you full of what you want.  Tell me how
much you like it,   TELL ME," Jonathan commanded.

OH GOD, YESSSS, FUCK ME HARDER.  GIVE ME THAT COCK.
FILL MY BITCH CUNT.  BREED ME,   BREED ME.  DON'T
STOPPPPP" Eric screamed.

Jonathan looked down at his  cock as he pulled it out
of Eric's stretched pussy.  The tight little ring of
muscle was holding it's strength and would  grip his
cock as he pulled it out,  stretching outward along
his shaft till he pushed it back.

Jonathan  fucked Eric for over an hour, flipping him
into different positions and getting his cock back
into the tight hole as quickly as possible to keep his
bitch peaked.  Occasionally, he would sense Eric
nearing an orgasm and he would push firmly and
painfully against his perineum to frustrate the
bitch's  need to cum.

When he fucked him on his hands and knees, Jonathan
grabbed the sluts hair and pulled his head back as he
pounded his cock in and out with quick, powerful
thrusts.  Nothing he did to Eric failed to elicit
groans of deep pleasure and cries to GO DEEPER.

Finally, the moment had arrived.  He would allow the
bitch to experience a mind altering orgasm, and flood
his rectum and face with an extraordinary volume of
hot sperm.  It was Jonathan's trademark,  ejaculating
an amount of cum equal to ten healthy men.

Flipping him over on his back, Jonathan pushed his
cock deep in his ass and held it deep, letting his
balls contract and churn as the cum built up power.
Looking down,  he order Eric to jack himself.  Eric
grabbed his own cock and began to stroke hard as
Jonathan pulled his cock out a few inches then push it
in with a long, loud groan.  Eric sensed the eruption
deep in his bowels and it felt like a steaming hot
enema,  bringing him instantly to orgasm.  His cum
shot up across his chest, over his face and onto the
headboard, leaving a long thick strand of viscous cum
handing from the  rail.  He continued jacking and shot
a giant stream across Jonathan's chest.

Jonathan fired off a second thick hosing of hot cum
inside his bitch's hungry pussy, then pulled it out,
and took it in is fist.  Pulling down on his cock he
fired a long rope across Eric's chest, then climbed up
and grabbed behind the bitch's neck and lifted his
lips to his cock.  Pushing his cock into his mouth he
let go of a fourth heavy rope of the slimy fluid to
the back of Eric's throat.  Eric gagged and Jonathan
pulled out, shooting the remaining two heavy loads
across his face,  covering him in a heavy coating of
cock juice.

As Jonathan  pumped the last remaining cum out of his
cock his orgasm receded and he collapsed on the bed
next to Eric.  Both men lay there panting softly as
their pounding hearts slowed down.

Eric finally spoke.  "I want more.  I want you to fuck
me again and again and again.  I want to be your
fucktoy forever.  Please daddy, make me your bitch."

Jonathan quietly drifted off to sleep.