Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 17:20:24 -0500
From: Patrick LeReve <patricklereve@gmail.com>
Subject: Sir Sly Part 1

Author's note:
This is my first story, and I welcome all feeback.

It was a nerve-wracking flight for me. I was constantly fidgety and unable
to relax or focus on my book. My mind was in turmoil, wondering what was in
store. I had agreed to complete loss of control, and I knew he wanted to
push boundaries... but I trusted him to push no further than I could
handle. I just had to convince my heart to stop beating so fast that I felt
like it would bruise my chest.

I gave the cab driver the address and was there before I was prepared, but
I could never be prepared for this. It just wasn't possible for a nervous
"boy" like me.

As agreed before hand, he opened the door with two items in his hands: a
blindfold and a ball gag. We knew that sensory depravation and the lack of
expectation to voice my feelings would calm my nerves somewhat; I followed
him inside. I heard his voice speaking to me, I saw his smile and his eyes
bright with excitement, but I didn't comprehend the words spoken. I was on
autopilot. I was shaking as I felt his touch for the first time as his hand
landed on my shoulder and gently applied pressure. I dropped to my knees
there inside his door and I closed my eyes as he pulled the ball gag around
my head and into my mouth. Then the room went dark as he applied the
blindfold. Then: nothing.

He gave me a few moments to adjust, to gather my senses that were left, and
I began to use them. As we knew it would, my heart began to beat less
frantically, the rush of blood in my ears quieted, and I could start to
hear my surroundings. I wasn't sure where he was, but I could hear a
refrigerator in the distance, the whir of a computer or electrical
equipment nearby, a purr of a cat... I stayed on my knees and took it in,
wondering if he were near or far, was he watching me? Was he appraising me?

My questions were answered when I heard him suddenly whisper in my ear,
"I'm so glad you're finally here." His hands gently urged me to stand, and
he enveloped me into a hug. He was bigger than I thought, and I felt
surrounded by him - suddenly feeling even smaller and more impotent than I
already did. He pulled away and I could feel my shirt being tugged, and I
started to walk in the direction of the pull before I realized he was just
unbuttoning my shirt. He proceeding to remove my shirt and undershirt
before his hands roamed all over the newly exposed flesh. His hands were
rough, scratchy. He pinched here and there, even slapped my pec lightly as
if testing the hardness after the months of directed pushups and exercises
he had made me do. He tugged my belt open and unbuttoned my pants, quickly
pulling them down to my ankles. I wondered what he thought about the jock I
had decided to surprise him with. It was plain, black, and it highlighted
just how pale and innocent my flesh was. If he liked it or not, he didn't
say, but there was a pause where I felt nothing while he seemingly
appraised my choice. Apparently, he decided I could keep it on, as he next
moved to remove my shoes and socks, then my pants. I was left in just my
jock and blindfold as he again brushed his hands over me. He felt my
legs. He pushed my legs open further and rubbed my inner thighs, brushing
my balls still in the pouch, before rubbing his hands on my ass cheeks. He
petted my ass, feeling his hands run under the jock strap and over, he
spread my cheeks wide and exposed my hole to the room, and then he spanked
one cheek hard to test its resistance.

I felt myself suddenly gasp for air around the gag, only just realizing I
had been holding my breath. He left me again for a moment before I heard
his steps announce his return. He turned me and had me walk a few steps,
and I heard him sit before me. The front of the jock was lowered and my
dick and balls were exposed. I continued to let my hands dangle at my side
awkwardly, not knowing what to do with them. As he touched my dick, I
immediately started to harden, but he said, "Oh, no you don't," and I felt
him slide the rubber cage over my dick and pull my balls through the ring
supporting it. We had discussed chastity when planning my trip, but he
never told me if he'd use it or not. I was both pained and relieved that he
had.

He replaced my now caged dick into the jock, and I feared that was the last
time it would be touched this weekend.

He maneuvered me to turn and kneel again, and then pulled me over until I
was resting my chest on his lap. My arms reached forward and I felt that he
was sitting on a chair, and I understood. I pulled myself further up so my
stomach was on his knees, my hands and knees on the floor, and I waited. He
began by exploring me gently, rubbing my back, sides, neck, head, ass... He
touched me everywhere as if staking his claim on each piece of my body as
he did so. Once he touched it, I could feel the muscles relax under his
fingers, secured in knowing they were owned. For now, all they had to do
was feel, experience, and obey. When he reached my ass, he slowed and again
felt the straps framing my ass cheeks. He explored slowly and
deliberately. His hand left, the ball gag suddenly removed, and I felt his
hand at my mouth before I instinctively opened and invited his finger
inside. He felt the inside of my mouth, as I closed my lips around his
finger and sucked. When he removed it, the gag was replaced and his finger
reappeared at my ass. This time, he touched my hole for the first time, and
I could feel the wetness from my mouth on his finger as he massaged my
hole, applying pressure and relaxing, pressing and relaxing,
pressing... until just the tip of his finger was inserted. He worked his
finger further, but not aggressively. This was not fucking, this was simply
claiming. He was making this his, like he had the rest of my body. And like
the rest of my muscles, this too relaxed at his touch. He twisted his
finger and pushed fully in one last time, before removing it again.

"You know what this is for." He said. I processed the words just too slowly
to comprehend before I felt the first spank. I took a sharp intake of
breath through my nose as I bit down on the gag. I nodded before I felt the
next spank. "This is for making me wait so long," he said as the next two
slaps landed on one cheek and then the other. "This is for making yourself
wait so long," he said and slapped two more times. I was beginning to feel
the heat and pain in my cheeks, and I cringed under my blindfold as I
anticipated the next. As he continued to spank, my caged dick was pushed
against his thigh, reminding me of its confinement. 12 spanks before he
started to again rub my back and ass.

"Good boy."

He waited a moment for me to calm, to slow my breathing. I then felt him
maneuver me off his lap into a kneeling position between his legs. He
pulled my head into his lap and pet my head and shoulders as I pressed my
cheek into his shorts. He continued to pet me while my senses gained
awareness. My ears caught his contented sigh as his hands roamed over my
flesh. My cheek felt his hardness stir under his shorts. My nose caught his
scent, at which I turned my head automatically and sought out more. I nosed
my way further into his crotch and breathed as deeply as I could. I moved
my face around and panted like a hound trying to catch the greatest source
of his smell. My caged dick struggled to come to life, but was effectively
contained. I took the initiative to pull his shorts down while I still had
the use of my hands, and I exposed his dick. I knew he'd handcuff me before
long, but I hoped he'd allow this bold move. I returned my hands to the
floor as I rubbed my face in his now naked cock and scratchy hair. I
breathed him in directly from the source as I became more and more drunk on
his scent. His hand stirred, and I worried he would pull me away from my
feast, but he simply moved my nose down to his balls as he began to
stroke. I rubbed my nose in his skin, lifting his balls and letting them
fall as I listened to him masturbate. It was now maddening to be blinded
and gagged as every urge in me wanted to see him, to lick him, to taste
him. As if hearing my silent thoughts, he ripped the blindfold off my eyes,
and I was blinded by the light and quickly shut my eyes tight just as I
felt his cum land on my face. He shot and shot on my face, my cheeks, my
lips and the ballgag as his hand held my head in place. I smelled his cum,
and I cursed this gag for keeping my tongue from tasting it. I slowly
opened my eyes to the light again and watched as he pushed the last drop of
cum from his dick and then wiped in on my cheek.

"That's the last load I give you, boy. The rest you're expected to work
for." I looked up into his face and nodded as his cum slid from my chin.