Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 22:26:35 -0500
From: Steve Street <rssmaster@cox.net>
Subject: The faint aroma of soap 5

I reopen an e-mail message I received. It is from a friend I initially met
some time ago in a chat room on the internet. Since then we have lunched
together several times, discovering that we liked each other's company and
enjoyed sharing our mutual interest.  He, too, is a master with a boy
slave. When we met for lunch the first time we promptly became
friends. Like me, he is a businessman, always stylishly dressed, usually in
suit and tie, very intelligent with a quick wit and sense of humor. When he
described his relationship with his boy, he had trained his boy to be his
pet dog, I was intrigued. His e-mail today suggested that we find a time
when we can get together, bringing along our boy. He did not state a time
or place, so I reply to his message saying that I have a large house with
an extra bedroom and that he could bring his boy over to my place some
evening perhaps a Friday evening. If he wishes, he and his dog-boy could
spend the entire weekend at my place.

After sending the message, I put aside the pleasant prospect of my friend
and his dog-slave spending a weekend in my home and concentrate on other
business and social matters that require my attention. After sending
messages, paying bills and updating my personal financial records, I look
at the time in the lower corner of my computer screen - it is just before
11:00 - no wonder I feel ready to retire to bed. I turn off the computer
and pick up the box I took out of the closet this morning. I open it and
take out the contents. It is a cock restraint. I place all the parts on the
desk top and read the instructions until I thought I understood where each
part went and how.

Leaning over, I put my hand over boy's shoulder and onto the I-pod. I told
him to turn the machine off and give it to me. He was in the middle of a
game and, with some reluctance, turned it off , handing it to me. I then
told him to stand up facing me with his feet spread and hands behind his
head. He stood up, probably expecting that I would masturbate him again. He
assumed the pose, and I flicked his cock with the fingers of my right hand
and asked him to tell me when he was allowed to touch that cock. Clearly
surprised at the question, but remembering the whipping I had given him
that morning; boy let out a small sob and told me that he had to have my
permission to touch his cock. I picked up the first plastic ring and pulled
his balls through the ring while I told him that his cock was for my
pleasure, and that he can only have pleasure from his cock when I decide. I
tell him that I was very displeased last night that he put his hand on his
cock without my permission while I was fucking his ass. I told him that I
was installing a cage on his cock to drive home in his mind just who can
touch it. His cock is semi-hard, but fortunately, still slick with KY
liquid. So I had little trouble teasing his cock into the tube. After
everything was on, I attached the padlock. I held the key up and as I
opened the small safe I had on the corner of my desk, told him that I was
locking the key away, and he would stay in that cock restraint for at least
two weeks. I reminded him, that when he feels uncomfortable, he should
think of the pleasure he is denying me because of his disobedience.  And, I
continued, unless he wants the cage to remain on longer than two weeks, he
must make every effort to make sure he pleases me.

I stand up and tell boy it was time to go to bed. Putting my hand on his
ass, I gently push him towards the door telling him to go to the master
bedroom. I follow boy out, turning out the lights as I went. When we reach
the bedroom, I tell boy to go into the bathroom and empty his bladder. I
told him he would have to sit on the toilet to do so. I take off my clothes
and go into the bathroom. Boy is getting up off the toilet as I walk in,
and he gets to his knees. I walk over to the toilet and see that he has
pissed and then relieve my own bladder.  I flush the toilet and tell boy to
follow me into the bedroom. Turning out all the lights but the table lamp
next to the bed, I lay on the bed on my back and instruct boy to get
between my legs and pleasure my cock with his mouth. He gets on the bed and
puts his mouth over my cock. Within seconds, he has swallowed my cock into
his throat. I let him pleasure me for a while, but I am satiated from
having fucked him earlier in the day, and I put my hands under his arms and
pull him up until he is lying next to me on his side with his back to me. I
reach over, turn out the table lamp, and put my arms around boy pulling him
close letting my semi-hard cock press into the crack in his ass. Soon
enough I fall into a very deep sleep as when I open my eyes again I see the
morning sun softly flowing through the window. Boy, still sleeping, has his
arm over my chest and his head nestled just below my chin.

-the end of the day-