Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 18:54:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Police Chief Casey, authoritarian

That Police Chief Casey Garkin liked to play around on
his wife was no secret, to his wife.
His wife knew he had sexual appetites she had no
interests in fulfilling.
She hated sucking cock. She was glad Casey could find
women to take care of that and other needs. So she
didn't mind when he said he was "going out".
She knew what that meant. He wanted what she wouldn't
give him.
What she didn't know was Casey liked dick, too. He had
the mistress, but he also liked the misters.
So it was while I was on line looking for men that I
stumbled across Casey.
We'd played several years, and several ways, but one
day he asked, "Why don't you like pussy?"
Now, I have nothing against straight men nor bi men,
but pussy isn't my thing. If some men choose to place
certain body parts inside women, that's their
business, but it's not my interest.
And I said so.
Casey had several times asked me to do him with one of
his mistress present. I'd declined every time.
I already had Casey's hands tied behind his head, to
the collar that bore his name. Oddly, if anyone had
casually seen him lying down, it would appear he was
lying on his back with his hands comfortably cradled
behind his head.
I picked up my butterfly nipple clamps and roughly
attached them.
"I probably dislike pussy for the same reason you like
it," I said, knowing I was making no sense, and
knowing he wouldn't care. He liked his nipples used.
Hard.
I smacked his hard 5.5-inch prick and heard him wince
with pleasure.
"Again," he pleaded.
I didn't give him the pleasure as I adjusted the thigh
spreader bar higher, exposing his shit hole to maximum
exposure.
I pulled on the nipple clamps and he moaned.
The blindfold was still in place, his hands bond, his
nipples clamped, thighs spread and the shoelace tied
about his nuts and cock made them stand out obscenely
from his hear hairless body.
I pulled the ropes back, attached to the leather ankle
restraints on each police chief ankle, pulling his
feet over by his head, hoisting his smooth fuck hole
high.
I tasted the clean pucker, enjoying the texture, and
hearing Casey whimper in delight.
Precum leaked from his little boy dick and started
puddling on his well-muscled chest.
I gently applied lube to his up-ended asshole, making
sure the lube covered his balls and cock.
Today, I'd planned to push his limits. He didn't have
many, and today's fun would include a fantasy.
I grabbed the candle on the nightstand and pulled
Casey's dick straight up. He gasped. He was more shock
than pain, humiliation that I'd treat his cock that
way when he was used to something that started with
pain instead of it gradually building.
I pulled on each side the head, exposing the boy's
piss slit, opening it to what he would expect, a
sound, a long metal stainless steel rod that would
fuck his penis. That was what he'd expect.
I don't think the first few drops of hot wax
registered, due to the lube sheen, but when the first
drop slid into his pre-cumming cock, he bucked.
"Hold still, boy," I warned. I couldn't spank a
warning. That would come later. One hand held his
cock, the other steadied the candle.
The safe word never escaped his lips as the hot wax
entered, coated and capped his police chief cock.
I let go of the capped cock and shoved the candle base
in his shitter, and started to watch the hot wax run
down the side. His ass wasn't straight up and the
candle actually angled out over his nuts. The wax
dripped on to his nuts and that magical area between
the hole and ball sac.
I heard moans, whimpers, gasps and other assorted
vocalizations indicating his was enjoying this
treatment.
The candle would take a while and Casey was in a
stable position, so I left the room for a short time.
Casey was an unusual boy. He was rare. Most of the
boys I played with on a regular basis were MY boys.
They weren't allowed sex except with me, their wives
(if they were married) or men that I approved.
But Casey and I had a different arrangement. We were
playmates, not "sir" and "boy" or "master and slave",
but 2 men who'd worked out a mutually beneficial
arrangement.
I would try out new techniques and methods, toys and
binds on him, using him for experimentation before
spring the new stuff on my other boys.
He enjoyed the boy position, submitting to me when
every other aspect of his life was filled with
decision-making; with me, he didn't have to make the
decisions.
I came back into the room and removed the candle.
Tears were rolling down his face as I released the
rope and hand bindings. He'd been in the position for
a long time and I let him shake the cramps from his
muscles.
I let him remove the wax, except from his dick.
I petted a cheek.
"Damn, I feel like I'm on a vacation in an S&M spa,"
he sighed, relaxed.
Casey's shitter was tight. He loved to get fucked, but
getting in was always a major chore.
I had Casey assume the bunny position. That's
doggie-style, but instead of being propped up on his
hands, in the bunny position, the chest and face are
the support system, not the arms.
I reached under and pulled the nipple clamps with one
hand while stroking his boy-dick with the other.
I lined up my dick to his ass and it sank in easy. The
wax play, nipple work and dick stroking had worked. He
was relaxed and ready to be fucked.
I started deep fucking him immediately, working his
nips and throbbing pole, feeling him push back, when
he could.
After about 5 minutes, I started piston-jacking his
cock.
I was going to pop another limit of Casey's, one I'd
told him early on I'd do one day, and he'd agreed.
Casey lost all sexual interests once he blew his load.
Today, he was going to blow his load through a
wax-capped cock while he was getting fucked like a
dog.
As I started pistoning his cock, I think it registered
what was happening.
He tried to pull away, but I grabbed his dick hard. He
was panting and trying not to resist, but he knew what
I was doing.
I don't think it helped his mental state when I leaned
in and whispered, "Ready, doggie?"
He whimpered like a dog, I sped up the jacking and
then he screamed as his cock shot the candle wax out
of his sperm canal and onto the towel below. He
howled, wailed, gasped and groaned. His ejaculation
was intense, the most intense he'd ever had. The white
cream actually shot from his dick, instead of the
usual slow, but plentiful, drool.
I kept pounding his butt through the entire
experience; the ejaculation tightened his sphincter
muscles, increasing my sensation and I fucked him
through his cum.
As his cum subsided, I pulled the nipple clamps taut
to the point of coming off, helping give him some
pleasure from being fucked past his comfort point.
I pulled the nipple clamp chain up, forcing him into a
position with him on his knees, his torso
perpendicular to the bed. Each thrust of my cock
rammed his spent prostate. I heard audible crying as
his prostate and nipples turned from prelude pleasure
to post-climax use.
"Oh, God," he wailed.
I quickened my pace, pushing myself to the point of
climax, then slowing down with control, prolonging his
training, making him realize I was in control. As I
slow dicked him, I released the chain, letting it
weight control his nipples, but I held him up, a hand
diagonally across chest, the other at his hips.
"Please, sir," he begged after about 5 minutes. He
liked to beg. He was avoiding the safe words, but his
body was almost completely limp, in stark contrast to
his dick.
I pulled out and he fell on his back. I straddled his
waist and aimed, hot ejaculate hitting his forehead,
then his left cheek. Strands landed in his mouth and
striped his chest.
	He spit it from his mouth, but I scooped some off his
chest and smeared it across his lips.
	He was drained.
	The safe word for "stop" moaned from his lips.
	I dismounted and let him rest.
	I grabbed a towel and started drying myself; I sweat
like a whore in church who is dating the married
minister when I fuck, and a glance at the clock told
me the fucking had lasted 30 minutes; the entire
session, 2-1/2 hours.
	Casey removed his leather restraints, but present
himself for the dog collar to be removed. It was the
one symbol that I require all boys to let me do,
remove their collar when they leave. They can not
leave until I have removed the collar.
	The punishment is rather severe, and only one boy has
disobeyed. He happened to be married, and he would
never tell me what he said to his wife to explain why
he'd removed all his body hair from his neck down.
	Casey was exhausted. With the collar removed, he lay
down again.
	"Thank you, Master Terra D," he whispered. "I needed
that."

The End

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