Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 00:11:58 -0600
From: playroughtx@mac.com
Subject: The New Master Parts 3 and 4

In spite of the reference to one of the characters in this story as "the
boy", this is not to imply that he is a minor. In fact, the characters are
loosely based on two real-life people whos ages are 39 and 58. This is a
work of fiction.

The New Master - Part 3

When the tears had slowed and both man and boy had taken hold of their
emotions, the man looked down at the boy and was speechless. This man, this
human being with a will of his own, had just surrendered to him. What now?
The man had thought of this day for what seemed like an eternity. He had
mentally rehearsed all sorts of scenarios, trying to make sure that the
boy?s first impression of his command would be perfect. He had a million
things he wanted to do with this boy, and now he was at complete liberty to
do all of these things and more. The boy had just submitted to him, of his
own desire, and was currently kneeling at his feet, head down, lips lightly
kissing his shoes. So many things he wanted to do with this boy... but none
more than the one thing he had already done. He wanted another kiss. The
boy was now his. The boy belonged to him. A kiss would be even more intense
than before. This would be his first act as the boy?s new master.

?Stand up, pup?

The boy stood, cheeks still wet with tears, and looked into the man?s
eyes. It seemed that this business of eye contact would be commonplace
between them. ?Old guard? protocal be damned, they both drank in this eye
contact like nectar from the gods. The man moved to grab the back of the
boy?s head as he had done in the airport, then checked himself and decided
against it. He was the top, he was the dom, he was the master. He was all
these things and more. But he knew his pup well enough to know that there
was passion in him and a fervent desire to please. Let?s see what he can do
with a loose leash...

?Kiss me?

The boy showed a split second of surprise in his eyes at this first
command. His new master was allowing him to improvise! He wasted no
time. Pup grabbed the man?s face in his hands, pulled the man toward him,
and planted his lips on the lips of the man he had fallen in love
with. Fireworks would be an understated analogy for what the two men felt
as their tongues wrestled and their breathing became heavier. The boy
pulled his mouth away and began working his way up the man?s beard,
nibbling his earlobes, kissing the nape of the man?s neck, taking full
advantage of this freedom to show his love. Being completely unfamiliar
with the man?s style of lovemaking, he didn?t know how often he?d be
allowed to just let loose like this. He was going to take full advantage of
it!

The man pulled the boy away from him, looked him in the eyes, and saw a
love deeper than he had ever seen before. The submission ritual was simply
a rite of passage, a marking of intentions. The man could see in the boy?s
eyes that he truly had given himself over, and was sure that he would have,
even without the ceremony.

?Take off your clothes, pup. Slowly.?

The boy was trembling. Was he nervous, or just excited? Both?

Button by button... unsteady hands finally remove the shirt. The man had
seen this body numerous times on his computer screen, but seeing it in
person was better. He would enjoy exploring every inch of it. This body was
his to enjoy however he might want.

The pants came next. The boy tried to be graceful, but nerves plus the
inherent awkwardness of removing pants while standing made him a little
clumsy. The man found it adorable. The pants finally removed, the man was
able to see the boy in his white shorts.

?Stop right there, pup. Let me look at you?

The boy stood before his master, nervous but unsure exactly why. Later,
when they had done many more of these meetings, the boy would not be
worried, because he would know the man well enough that his pleasure or
displeasure would be obvious. Now, though, he had only his instincts to
guide him. His instincts, and the bulge in the front of the man?s pants!
The boy relaxed.

?You?re so fucking hot in those tighty-whities, boy.?

The boy stood before his master, half-naked and vulnerable. It seemed odd
now, thinking of the man as his master. The term just didn?t fit,
somehow. Yes, he had submitted to the man. Yes, the man had complete
control of him in every aspect of their sex lives. Yes, the man would most
likely push his limits and take him to the edge of what he could stand, and
he would endure it all gladly and with honor. But ?master? had a
connotation of disconnected control. An uncaring, unfeeling, demanding
person in charge of a helpless victim. The reality of their roles was as
far from this scenario as the east is from the west. The English language
is sorely lacking in words that adequately describe what these two men were
sharing. For now, ?master? would have to do.

The man sat down on a chair near the bed. He motioned for the boy to come
to him and bend over his knee. The boy?s cock rested on the man?s right leg
as he laid across the man?s lap. The man took his left arm and reached
across the boy?s back, holding him firm. He adjusted his grip a bit, making
sure that the boy would not be able to squirm too much. He imagined that
the boy would stay rather still, enduring this spanking without protest,
but he enjoyed having a firm grip on him, anyway. Judging from the
throbbing he felt against his leg whenever he tightened his grip, the boy
was enjoying it, too. He brought his hand down against the boy?s briefs,
not too hard, but firm. The boy flinched a little. His cock throbbed
against the man?s leg. The man continued with the swats, getting a bit
harder with each smack, giving the boy enough time between pops to think
about the next one that was coming. The boy?s cock was hard now, straining
to get out of the white briefs. The man had the boy stand, take off the
briefs and bend down across his lap again.

The boy?s ass was slightly pink. The man had admired this ass for a long
time, and now he was finally getting to use it for his pleasure. This ass
would bring him pleasure for the rest of his life, in many ways. At the
moment, however, he took pleasure in watching it turn a deeper shade of
pink. He continued the swats, watching the boy flinch, feeling the boy?s
cock harden against his leg, listening for the tiny whimpers the boy made
as the swats got harder. The boy?s cock had been erect ever since he first
bent over the man?s knee. As the swats continued, however, and the boy?s
limits began to be approached, his cock began to go limp. He focused his
energy on endurance instead. He would gladly endure whatever the man chose
to give him, because he knew that the man wouldn?t hurt him or push him
farther than he could go. Even though this was their first time together,
that level of trust already existed. There were no limits, no safe words,
and no need for either of them.

The man continued a few minutes more. The boy?s ass was bright pink now,
and showed just the faintest sign of whelps. It was time to stop.

The boy was told to stand up and head for the bathroom. The man followed
him into the small, overly-lit room, the man still in suit and tie, the boy
naked and vulnerable. The man stepped into the tub and instructed the boy
to do the same. They kissed.

?You?re doing good, pup. Time for a treat.?

At the man?s instruction, the boy knelt down in the tub, put his hands
behind his back and kissed the man?s shoes. The man then stood on the edge
of the tub, one foot on either side. He towered above the kneeling, naked
boy. Instructing the boy to keep his head down and not look up, he unzipped
his fly, took out his cock, and began to wet the boy?s hair with a steady
stream of piss. The boy gasped a little at the first splashes of the man?s
water on the back of his head, then moaned softly as the piss ran down his
back, across his hands, into the crack of his ass, and finally onto the
shiny porcelain surface of the tub. The drain gurgled rudely as the water
fell past the drain plug and into the hotel pipes. When the man had
finished, he put his quickly-stiffening cock back into his pants, zipped
his fly, then carefully stepped off the edge of the tub and onto the
floor. The boy remained in his appointed position, kneeling and wet, head
down as instructed. The man was seriously impressed at the boy?s ability to
follow orders and not try to sneek a peak at the cock that he had dreamed
of serving all these weeks. He would see it soon enough. He would worship
it. For now, though, he needed to get cleaned up.

?Shower off, pup. When you?re clean, come back to the bed. I?m going to
make love to you.?

The boy smiled.

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Part 4

When pup had showered off the last of his lover?s piss and dried himself,
he walked back into the bedroom. The man was lying on the bed, still
clothed, a bulge showing in his pants. His hands were behind his head,
showing a bit of perspiration in the pits of his dress shirt. Pup?s cock
noticed this and gave a little bounce of happiness.

?Here, pup. Come lay beside me?

Pup quickly got into bed beside his lover, laying his head on the man?s
shoulder and snuggling up to him. He wanted as much of his body pressed
against the man as possible. The man seemed to understand this, and reached
around pup?s waist and pulled him close. The man turned a bit on his side
and looked the pup in the eyes. They lay like that for an eternity, just
searching each other?s eyes, neither of them quite believing that this
moment was finally a reality. As horny as they both were, they had waited
all this time for this moment and they could wait a few minutes more. There
was a connection between them in this eye contact that was transcending
anything their hormones wanted to do. They kissed.

Moustaches touched, lips parted, tongues danced. They kissed. It was tender
at first, gentle, almost playful. Two friends taking that next step. The
kiss began to evolve soon enough, and playfulness led to passion. Their
breathing grew heavier, their hands began to explore each other?s bodies,
their tongues began to do battle, and the man?s cock began to feel
uncomfortable within the constrains of his briefs. Reluctantly, he broke
the lip lock, rolled over on top of the boy, kissed him once more, then
rolled over again and stood up at the edge of the bed. He began to remove
his clothes. Pup scooted to the edge of the mattress and asked, ?may I
please do that?? The man smiled and stepped back a foot or two. ?Of course,
pup.?

The boy stood up in front of the man, and with trembling hands, began to
unbutton the man?s shirt. Once the buttons were all done, he unfastened the
sleeves and took the man?s shirt off. The man?s chest was hairy and
beautifully patterned. There was no time to admire it, though. He was a pup
on a mission!

He placed the shirt on the chair next to the small table and reading
lamp. Then he returned to the man, removed his belt, and placed that on top
of the shirt. Returning to the man, pup knelt down and unfastened the man?s
pants. He reached for the zipper, then thought better of it. He moved his
face toward the man?s crotch, nuzzled his cheek against the bulge, then
took the zipper pull in his teeth and pulled it down. This extra little
touch seemed to please the man greatly. The bulge in the now-exposed black
briefs certainly seemed to show the level of the man?s satisfaction and
pleasure with the way pup was undressing him. Pup smiled.

The pants came off and were placed next to the rest of the clothes. Pup
then went for the socks, and as each one was removed, he kissed the man?s
foot. The man seemed seemed a bit uneasy at this, as the reality of this
boy?s submission sunk in. Seeing the naked boy on all fours, kissing his
feet... it was something that was uncharted territory for him. He was
sailing in brand new waters now. He looked back at the boy, who had taken
the socks and was standing up to place them with the rest of the
clothes. Their eyes met briefly as the boy stood, and the man became more
relaxed. Yes, this was new to him. But it was fantastic! The boy returned,
knelt, and reached up for the man?s black briefs. It was the last bit of
cloth that stood between pup and his master?s cock. A cock he had yet to
see. He looked up at the man, who was already looking down at him. The pup
questioned with his eyes, and the man nodded slightly. Pup took hold of the
briefs and pulled them down.

The man?s cock was beautiful. Average in length, thicker than most, and a
perfectly-shaped head on the end. A nice set of balls completed the
package. Pup hadn?t really obsessed with how the man?s cock would look. In
the grand scheme of things, it was almost unimportant. However, looking at
it now, pup was thrilled. It was the perfect size for sucking, the balls
would be fun to play with, and the thickness... well, he would have to
learn how to deal with the thickness. The first few minutes of penetration
would surely be difficult, but he wasn?t worried. He would learn to take
the man?s cock gladly and with minimal discomfort. He belonged to this man
and would provide for him a tight ass that would give him untold pleasure
for as long as he wanted. Pup would make sure of this.

Pup looked back into the man?s eyes. ?May I??

The man nodded and smiled.

Pup took a deep breath, then tasted his master?s cock for the first time.