Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2011 18:01:24 -0800
From: submale38@gmail.com
Subject: The Ten Positions

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of
eighteen years.

Comments welcome at submale38@gmail.com


The Ten Positions


I met my Master online, as I suspect is the norm these days.

I was cruising a BDSM site that catered to all types and genders of players.
His ad was particularly appealing to me.
He seemed to fit everything I desired.

His picture indicated that hee was about my age, very good looking, and had
a terrific looking physique.  He was tall, muscular, and as I was to find
out, well hung.
The ads on this particular web site allowed a person to check off their
expectations from a long list of BDSM activities as well as normal "life"
activities.
His responses indicated that he was educated, interesting, and pretty kinky.

He said he was looking for a 24/7 slave.
He was looking for someone that would be, as he said, "A gentleman in public
and a total slut in the bedroom."
I was pleased to read his indication that he felt that, even in a
Master/slave relationship, each person had to respect each other and that
one could not be "on" all the time.

He said he would be able to relocate the right person to live with him and
he indicated that our lifestyle would be of the highest quality.
He seemed to be a man of means.


This appealed to me because I was married (to a woman) at the time.
I had, for many years, realized that it was a mistake.
After playing around in the bi/gay community for the last 10 years,
I knew that I had always been gay.
I was always attracted to strong-willed women.
After years of introspection, I finally concluded that I had simply been
repressing my attraction to dominant men.

I had decided to leave my wife and find a Master, but I was not really
prepared to give up the lifestyle I had built for myself.
To put it bluntly, I was quite well off.
I had built and sold a successful business and was now living off
the avails of the millions of dollars I had earned.
The problem was that my wife would probably get a significant share
when I divorced her, so I was hoping to find a Master that not only
attracted me on a sexual level, but was also able to combine his
wealth with mine so that our combined lifestyle would be as grand
as mine had been with my wife.


I sent him a note through the web site and he responded the next day.
He ordered me to set up a Yahoo account so that we could chat.
I complied the next day and we set up a time to "meet" online.

I lived in a fairly small city, where the BDSM community was equally small
and the gay community even smaller.
He lived well across the country, so
getting together to explore our mutual interests could have been difficult.
No one is going to get a divorce and move clear across the country without
having met the object of his desire in person.

Coincidentally, I found the need to schedule a business trip to the city where
he lived.
Although I didn't need to work, I had found myself bored after selling my
business and had taken on a job that kept me busy, was interesting, but
did not require a high level of commitment.

The day of our first meeting arrived.
After all our conversations, I found myself very nervous.
Would he meet my expectations?
More importantly, would I meet his?
Did I really want to be a slave, or was I just fooling myself?
Maybe I would be just as content to be a sub.
Could I really go through with this?

After landing at the airport, I checked into a hotel.
I phoned my wife, as was my habit, and gave her the hotel phone number
and the room number where she could be reached.
I had no idea if I would be coming back to the room that evening,
but had to take the risk that she would not call.

I took a cab to his home.

From our numerous conversations, I had an idea of what to expect, but was
pleasantly surprised at the magnificence of his property.

I was greeted at the door by a naked butler.  He wore only a bow tie around
his neck.
He took my jacket and guided me to the living room.

Master Nick had told me to expect this, and that as quickly as possible upon
my arrival, I should completely disrobe, fold my clothes neatly and place them
on a chair, and then stand in the middle of the room with my hands clasped
on my head and my legs spread slightly apart.


I heard him enter the room but kept my eyes forward as I had been instructed.

He came up behind me, and without saying a word, placed a hood over my head.
The smell of the leather was intoxicating.
The hood completely covered my eyes, but left holes open for my nostrils and
a larger hole for my mouth.

He finally spoke.

"Greetings boy."

His voice was low and sexy.

"Hello Sir", I responded.

He had warned me that I was not to use the term "Master" until such
a time as we had both agreed that would be our relationship.

Then, I felt his hands touch my body.
I shivered.
The spasm literally shook through my body from where his hands first touched
me, down to my toes and then back up.
I felt the blood rush to my head.
It was not fear.
It may have been anticipation.
All I knew is that is felt "right".
I wanted to feel his hands on my skin.

He slowly explored my body with both of his hands.
He ran then from my chest down across my stomach,
then down my sides to my thighs, all the while murmuring
little statements like, "nice .... mmmmm - good form ... strong .... good,
good".
I was happy that he seemed so pleased.

A little about me.  I am 43.  At 6'0" tall and 170 lbs, I have a slim but
solid body.
I do a lot of sports including skiing, biking, and swimming.
I am naturally smooth except for a little hair on my legs.
I keep my manhood well shaven.
My cock is a solid 7 inches and thicker than most I have seen.
I am clean shaven and have a full head of thick brown hair.

Not that it mattered, my head was now fully covered in leather.

He had touched almost every part of my body by now, except that part
that was now standing totally erect.
He had paid particular attention to my ass, kneading my muscles,
running his fingers up and down my crack, and even playfully touching
my hole.

Now, his hands were back on my chest and he moved them up to
grasp the sides of my head.

"Very nice boy.  I am pleased.  Its nice to see that you look
exactly like those pictures you sent me."

He stuck one of his thumbs into my mouth.
I assumed it was what he wanted and, frankly, I could not resist
starting to suck on it.
He pulled it out and pushed it back in a few times like he was
fucking my mouth with this thumb.
Then, he replaced his thumb with a couple of his fingers.
He was exploring my mouth with his digits, taking ownership
of my mouth while I swirled my tongue around to give him access.

"Good," he reflected.
"Very good.  It's time you learned a few of my rules.
When we are in my home I expect you to always be naked until told otherwise.
You will always keep your ass clean and lubed so that I can take you
whenever I desire."

While he instructed me, he continued to play with his fingers in my mouth,
sometimes pulling them out and replacing them with his thumb, then back
to probing with his fingers again and again.
I was now sucking them as much as  I could, hoping that he was enjoying
it as much as I was.  Still, I listened closely to his orders.

"I am going to teach you ten positions.
You must memorize them immediately.
Now, put your hands behind your back, get on your knees, and open your mouth."

I dropped my knees onto the thickly carpeted floor.
My arms were a little stiff from clasping the back of my head this entire
time, so I was happy to let them fall behind my back.
I opened my mouth until my lips found the edge of the leather mouth hold in
the hood.

I was expecting to find him pushing his cock in my mouth but, instead, he
walked away without another word!
Of course, I simply stayed put.
I wondered what I looked like.
Kneeling there, naked, with a hood over my head and my mouth open.

I heard some muffled talking in another room.
I suspected he was talking to the butler.
Patiently, I waited in my assumed position.
After awhile, my legs started to get sore.
I must have been kneeling there, without moving, for almost an hour now.
I felt my cock shrivel as time wore on.

Then, as if he were a ghost, he was back in front of me saying, "That is
position #1.
You will find yourself in this position often.
Particularly when I have friends over.
My friends and I like to use a hot wet mouth.
And we don't want to have to wait for one to be open.
Whenever you hear me say, 'Position #1', I expect you to immediately drop
whatever you are doing, face me, and assume this position.
Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."  I responded.  Using the opportunity to wet my lips and run my
tongue over my now dry mouth, I opened my mouth again as I knew was expected.

"You will be sucking a lot of cock, boy."

I smiled internally.
This was my expectation, my hope, and my desire.

Suddenly, I felt the heat of his cock at my lips.

"OK boy.
Here is your chance.
Prove to me what a good cocksucker you are."

He pushed his cock into my mouth.
The hood might have been custom made, because the diameter of the mouth hole
was just a touch larger that the girth of his cock.
What that means is, with my mouth wide open, his thick cock easily filled
it up.
Of course, at this point I had no idea how long it was.
But he had told me in one of our chats that he was a thick 8" and I
was about to find out how deep in my throat that length would reach.
Thank goodness he was gentle with it.
He grabbed the back of the hood and guided my lips over his shaft.
Once his cock head had lodged itself in my mouth, he stopped pushing.
I knew what he wanted.
As best as I could, since he filled my mouth so full there was little
room for my tongue to move, I caressed the underside of his
head with my tongue.
Left to right.
Back and forth.
I could suddenly taste him.
He obviously was now dripping pre-cum onto my tongue.
I savored the taste.

Then, he put the pressure back on.
Gently pulling his cock out of my mouth, he slowly but surly pushed it back in.
Out and in.
Out and in.
Each time pushing his cock a little deeper.
It was almost loving, the way he used my mouth.
In moments, his cock was pushing up against the back of my throat.
I had deep throated a man before, but was not sure I could take his girth.

He was as hard as a rock.

He must have known that it would be difficult for me to take him into my
throat from this angle, because he said, "You've done very well boy.  My
cock is loving your mouth.  Now I need you to make your throat into a cunt
for me.
I am going to take you on to position #2."

With that, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I felt him cradle me in his arms and lift me.
He must have been naked as well, because I could feel the heat of his skin
and the strength of his muscles as he carried me, as if I weighed nothing
at all, to a nearby table.

He laid me on my back, with my head hanging over the edge.
I had no idea where I was, since my sight was still totally obscured by the
hood.
But I knew what was coming next.

He pushed his steel-like cock back into my mouth.
With one easy stroke, he was pushing up against the back of my throat again.

"This is position #2, boy.
Remember it well.
Whenever I tell you to get into this position, your are to immediately lie down
on the closest platform you can find.
I don't care if it is a table, a bed, or a stage.
Find something that is as near as possible to the height of my waist.
Then lay down on it with your head hanging over the side, and your hands on
each side of your head, so that I can do this."

With one hard push, he drove his thick manhood into me like I was some sort
of rag doll.
I don't know what came over me, but something about the entire scene
and the feeling of my throat so fully filled with his engorged cock
caused me to cum on the spot.
Without even touching myself, my cum spewed out of my cock all very stomach
and chest.


"Mmm...that seems to have put you over the edge boy.
We'll have to teach you to control that.
Not to worry for now.
Just enjoy this."

I could feel him put his hands on each side of my body.
He was leaning up against the table so that he could focus
the weight of his thrusts against my face.
My throat, so unwillingly opened, was immediately ready to accommodate
his invasion.
He was truly a master at this.
He started fucking my throat with reckless abandon.
I could smell his, now sweaty, balls as they made contact with the leather
surrounding my nose each time he forced this full length into me.
He would bury himself to the hilt into my eager throat,
then pull himself almost all the way out, but never allowing my throat
to relax and compress itself again.
He had me wide open and he wanted me to stay that way.

I could feel my own cock continue to twinge and sputter.
I had never been so turned on in my life.
I usually get flaccid pretty quickly after cumming but,
even though I could not see or touch myself, I could
tell that my cock was still hard and pointing straight up.

I was quickly running out of air.
He knew it was time to give me a breath, so he pull his cock
all the way out.
I gasped for a breath while feeling him scoop up a load of my own cum
into his hand and I sensed, rather than saw, him rub it all over his
cock.
I had sensed right, because I could taste gobs of my own cum when
he pushed his cock back into my mouth.
Again, without so much as a moment's hesitation, he forced
the entire length of my his member back down into my gullet.

As if he had accomplished what he had set out to do, he suddenly changed
tactics and, instead of fucking my throat like he didn't care how I felt,
he eased off and began a long slow, but relentless, series of strokes.
He would pull his cock back to my lips, then push it very very slowly
back down into my throat.
I could now enjoy every inch as he slowly and steadily fed me with
this meal that was his essence.
I began to feel very close to him, almost as if I was one with his cock.
It began to feel like it was as much a part of me as my own tongue.

"That's beautiful boy.  Keep it up,"

I found myself eager for his praise.
So I tried to relax my throat and just let him use it.

Every once in awhile, he would scoop up another shot of the cum dripping down
the sides of my rib cage, and push it into my mouth with his fingers in the
moments when he pulled his cock back before the next onslaught.
He was using my own cum as a lubricant and I was glad that he was.
My throat was starting to become sore.
I lost track of time as he simply fucked me with those long slow strokes.
Each time his cock would pull back until just inside my lips, then again
he would push it with a long smooth action back into me.
He was moaning incessantly.
Sometimes he would grunt or say something that seemed incoherent.
He was using me and it was just what I needed.
Though I was eager to taste him shoot his load into me, and though
my throat was feeling sore, I also did not want him to stop.
All my senses were focused on his cock relentlessly driving into me.
His cock was me, and I was his cock.


Minutes ticked by into what seemed like hours.
The constant fucking of my throat would sporadically be interrupted
by a sudden onslaught of shorter, harder thrusts.
When this happened, I was unable to breath, so I quickly learned
to take a deep breath through my nose each time he pulled back, in case
this would be one of those times when I would lose the opportunity for awhile.

I began to sense he was working himself up to a climax.
His strokes began to get imperceptivity faster.
Over a period of five minutes, he had worked his way from driving his
gorgeous cock into me about once every second to almost twice that speed.
I could feel sweat dripping off his face onto my chest.
His breathing was steady but labored.
His grunts and moans became louder.

Finally, between heavy pants, he said, "OK boy...you have done wonderfully
for your first time.   Now I am going to give you your reward.  Do you
want that?".

"Mmmmfmfmffffffff" I responded as I tried to nod my head.

"Really?  You want it bad boy?  You want me to shoot my hot cum into your
belly?" 

He was asking me to beg, but I couldn't say a word with my lips wrapped
around his turgid pole.
I just screamed louder through my nose, "Mmmmmmmfffmffmmmffm".

He was driving me like a pile driver now.
His cock finding new depths in my throat.
I could feel him swelling even more as the blood rushed into his cock.
My own cock was swelling as well, as I again started to reach my own climax.

Then, it finally came.
His cock was lodged deep inside me but I could still
feel the flow as his balls emptied themselves down into my stomach.
He took pity on me and pulled his cock out a few times so that I could feel,
smell and taste him on my lips and tongue, before he would drive that
hard piece of meat back down my throat.
His cock pulsed again and again as his cum spewed into me.
I held my breath while I savored the feeling.

He pulled out and told me to take a deep deep breath.
I did so.
He pushed himself into me one last time.
He put his weight onto my body, his chest beating
against mine.
I felt him slowly get flaccid but he kept this
cock buried in me.


Finally, just as I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen,
he pulled his cock out.
I took some rapid deep breaths while he rubbed his wet dripping cock
all over my lips.
I licked my lips eagerly.
I suddenly knew that this is where I always wanted to be.
Here, with him, with his cum on my lips and his cock satisfied.
I would be his slave, and do anything and everything to make him happy.
My body would be his body.
My sex would be his sex.
I would be his.


I couldn't wait to find out what the other 8 positions were.....