Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2002 16:46:46 -0400
From: Robert Spencer <runner2k99@hotmail.com>
Subject: WEEKEND SUBMISSION, PART 2

The clock on the dresser was the only light in the dark bedroom.  I lay
awake looking at the red electronic displays as they changed.  It was now
3:35 Saturday morning.  I had been dozing here and there for the past couple
of hours but the level of excitement that still coursed through my body made
it very hard to sleep.

I could hear Bill snoring behind me.  One arm was wrapped over my shoulder,
his belly was pressed tightly against my back, and his well-used tool was
nestled near my ass.  Unlike me, Bill had fallen asleep almost as soon as we
had climbed into bed.  Whereas my excitement was still contained, Bill had
released his twice and his body was ready to rest for whatever other
adventures the weekend had in store for us.

As he breathed heavily I snuck one hand up to the large leather collar that
I wore around my neck and slid it over to the side.  Then very carefully I
reached below the covers and adjusted the butt-plug that Bill had given me
near the end of our first evening together.  It was uncomfortable as hell,
but Bill said that I'd thank him for it when I saw what Saturday had in
store for us.  I placed my trust in this man whom I now considered my
master.

I had met Bill several weeks ago through a slight mistake over the Internet.
  I was looking for a girlfriend and he was looking for a new slave.  While
I did not consider myself gay, over the course of several provocative emails
my curiosity had been peaked.  He was almost 25 years older than I was and
the confidence and authority he showed left me quite intrigued.  The
deciding factor came when Bill gave me an address to his personal homepage
that showed him engaging in sexual encounters with numerous men.  Bill was
always the dominant one and the variety of his pictures showed everything
from oral to anal to various forms of sexual punishment.  The pure feeling
of total submission to another man left me more aroused than I could ever
have imagined.  I began to masturbate as I visited the site and knew that I
had to meet him and possibly become his slave.

He eventually extended an invitation and I accepted.  I drove out to his
place on a Friday evening and we ended up hitting it off, quite
successfully.  Within two hours of meeting, I had agreed to serve as his
slave for the entire weekend.  This began with me giving him a blowjob in
his hot tub.  Afterwards Bill began to explain the rules of my servitude.  I
was allowed to wear nothing for the weekend save for a leather slave collar
that was locked around my neck.  I was also instructed that for the duration
of my visit I would only address him as "Master".  He then bound my hands
behind my back and ordered me to again service his large cock.  When he came
Bill covered my face and mouth in his scorching juice but forbade me to
swallow any of it.  Instead he ordered me to remain on my knees.  He then
left the room for several minutes.  My knees hurt from being on the floor
for so long.  I badly needed to swallow, but I would not disobey my master.

Bill soon returned and stood before me.  He was 51, tall and stocky and
towered over my slender frame.  His hair and beard were dark with shades of
gray and his nude body was covered in dark hair.  With the two of us next to
each other there was no question that he was the dominant force.  Bill's
semi-hard cock still dripped with his cum from the blowjob I had just given
him.  He positioned his cock so that it dangled towards my mouth.  As I
looked to his hands I noticed that he had returned with a digital camera.

"Your Master is very proud of how well you have served him tonight."  He set
up the camera and turned it on.  "It's been a long time since I've needed my
camera, but I am so happy I want to add your image to my web page so that I
can show others how hard you work to please me."

I felt butterflies again tighten in my stomach.  My picture was to be on the
Internet while it was covered in another man's cum?  What if someone I knew
found it?  What would other people think when they saw what I had done?  If
my colleagues at work or my friends back home discovered what I had been
party to it would change my entire life!  Still, as much as parts of my mind
shouted against it, there was a side of me that had been excited by the
idea.  I had sucked another man's cock, swallowed his cum, and was on my
knees willing to do whatever he ordered me to do.  The thrill of letting
other stranger's view these pictures turned me on.  My cock began to grow as
I kneeled in front of my Master.

"I see you like the idea."  Bill smiled as he watched my engorged member.

"Yes Master."  I opened my mouth wide and allowed him to place his spent
tool back inside of me.

Bill took numerous pictures as I sucked at his spent shaft.  He ordered me
to lick his balls for further shots.  Then he began playfully smacking his
cock against my cum-drenched face, he said it turned him on the way I
flinched when he did this.  Finally he took several photos as he tugged on
his length and squeezed a few last drops of cum out onto my face.

Bill took a moment to view the pictures in the playback screen and then
added, "These are perfect.  If this is the only weekend you serve me, at
least I'll have these to masturbate to for years to come."

He then placed the camera aside and undid my arm straps.  He told me to go
into the bathroom and clean myself off.  I went in and showered.  My cock
was still painfully hard but I didn't want to cum, for some reason I feared
that my orgasm might kill some of my desire to be at the service of this
total stranger.

When I was finished I found Bill out in the living room.  He was sitting in
his recliner, wearing his white bathrobe and smoking a cigar.  I felt
exposed as I was still naked except for my collar but I walked in and sat on
the floor next to his chair.  He was watching a gay porn tape.  The tape was
of older men and younger men engaging in sex.  Normally the thought of
watching a tape like this would never have crossed my mind, but after our
encounters earlier, I realized that if Bill had a video camera, the two men
on the screen could very well have been us.

"Do you like watching this?"  Bill asked me.

"Yes, Master.  It's the first time I've seen a gay porn tape."

Several more scenes came on.  Bill soon pointed out his favorite that
included a man in his late fifties fucking a young college stud.  The young
stud was a total submissive in the scene and did nothing except pant and
moan as he was thoroughly fucked by the old timer.

Bill laughed.  "I watch this scene every weekend.  In a few more years
that'll be me, some shriveled senior citizen still attempting to get laid."
We both laughed at this.  "This is the first time in months that I haven't
needed to masturbate while I watched it.  I'm absolutely exhausted."

I looked over my shoulder as he said that and smiled knowing that I had made
my master very happy.

"In fact," Bill continued, "I think it's time we call it a night."  He
stubbed out his cigar and got up.  A moment later the living room was dark
and Bill said, "Let me show you the bedroom."  I stood up and Bill reached
down and grabbed my semi-hard cock.  "Don't want you to get lost slave.
Follow me."  He held his grip on me and I followed him down the hallway.

We walked into his large bedroom.  Bill sat down on the king-size bed and
smiled at me.  "This, Matt, is where I think you and I will spend a great
deal of our time this weekend."

I walked over to my side of the bed and prepared to get in.

"Just a moment."  Bill said.

I looked back and saw that he had pulled something from the pocket of his
robe.

"I want you to wear this tonight."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's an anal-stimulator...but most people just call them a butt plug."

"A what?"

Bill smiled.  "They help make things go...easier...when the time comes.  Trust
me, you'll be glad you wore it."

Three hours later and I was still fidgeting with the plug.  Surprisingly my
ass didn't hurt, but the feeling of penetration definitely would take some
getting used to.  I was making one final adjustment when I felt Bill stir.
His breathing paused for a moment.  In the darkness it was hard for me to
decide if he was awake or asleep.  I simply waited.

Finally his voice whispered to me.  "Uncomfortable?"

"Yes.  Sorry, Bill...I mean Master.  I didn't mean to wake you.  I'm just not
used to wearing all of these things."

I heard Bill chuckle.  "That's understandable.  Would you like me to remove
the plug for you?"

"Very much so."

Bill pulled the covers back and I could feel him remove the apparatus from
around my waist.  The feeling of release was incredible as the tool slid
from me.  A moment later he said, "There, I hope you'll be able to sleep
more comfortably now."

I paused for a minute and then decided to be honest.  "I'm not sure I'll be
able to sleep.  I'm a little too excited."

"Excited?"

"Yes Master.  I keep thinking about you fucking me.  A butt plug is one
thing, but I just keep thinking about how it will feel to have your cock
inside of me."

"I'll be honest.  It will hurt."

I turned around on my stomach and looked over my shoulder into the darkness
where he lay.  "After the plug, I'm sure it will.  After all, you're about
the size of three of those plugs.  But Master...?"

"Yes."

"It'll hurt whether it happens tonight...or tomorrow."

"What are you saying."?

"I'm saying I would like to have it happen tonight."

Bill did not respond.  He lay in silence for a few moments and then I heard
him turn and open a drawer in his nightstand.  I couldn't tell what he was
doing but after a minute or two he sat up and moved to the foot of the bed.

In the darkness I felt his large hands touch me and ease me completely down
on his bed.  The bed shook as he positioned himself over me, slowly easing
down onto my back.  His voice was right against my ear.  "Slave, I will go
as gently as possible.  If it hurts you too much simply tell me and I will
stop.  The important thing is to just relax and let it happen."  As he spoke
his fingers caressed my asshole and slowly began rubbing warm lubricant
inside of me.  A while later one finger entered me and eased me open for a
second finger.  It felt uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as the plug.
The thought that there was a man on the other end filled me with a whole new
level of arousal.

Bill continued working his fingers in and out of me until he felt I was
ready.  Then slowly he removed them.  I could hear him tearing open a condom
and rolling it on his cock.  Again he positioned himself and this time I
felt the heat from his dick as it slid between my cheeks.  He penetrated me
and the feeling was incredible.  At first I wanted to shout out in pain, but
then the thought of what was occurring led my mind in a new direction.  Here
I was in another man's house and I was completely giving myself to him.  I
was allowing a man to fuck me!

Bill's rhythm was slow and gentle.  He took his time and waited to see how I
would react.  As several minutes passed, I began to anticipate his motions.
Once as he pulled back I pushed away from the bed and met his body.  I heard
him moan with pleasure in the dark.  "Oh, this feels incredible.  It's been
too long since I've had sex.  How does it feel to be fucked for the first
time slave?"

I moaned with pleasure below him and attempted to tighten my ass.
"Wonderful Master.  Please don't stop."

Bill laughed.  "Don't worry, I'm not stopping."  His grip was solid on my
hips to let me feel his strength.  He pulled me onto my knees as he rose
behind me.  Both of his hands moved to my ass and I could feel him put some
renewed vigor into his actions.  The heat and sweat coming off of his body
was erotic as our bodies continued to rock in the night.  The only constant
sound was from the bedsprings, slowly squeaking with the movement of our
fucking.

After a bit the pain in my ass began to grow and I knew I would have to
stop.  "Master, it's starting to hurt.  But don't stop yet...I need you to cum
for me."

Bill groaned.  "I will slave.  But before I do, your master needs something
from you."

I looked over my shoulder just making out his silhouette as he rocked me
back and forth.  "What?"

"I want you to shout out my name.  Let me hear how wonderful this feels for
you."

"Will anyone hear?"

Bill laughed.  "Not out here in the country."  I then felt his hand pinch my
ass.  "Make your master happy."

I turned back around and continued helping his thrusting movements.  As my
mind raced for things to say I realized that the more I thought about it the
more the pain I was feeling began to subside.  I could hear Bill huffing
behind me and I knew that he was close.  "Master fuck me!  Fuck me like a
man!"

"That's it!"  Bill groaned with increasing volume.  His motions picked up
speed.  He reached one hand forward and tightened it in my hair, pulling me
back on his scorching length.  "More slave!  Tell your master what you
want!"

The words exploded from me.  "Bill!  Please!  Fuck me!  I've never been
fucked before!  Harder!"

His pace quickened and I knew he was focusing on cumming.

"Fuck me!  Harder!"  I began shouting in ecstasy as loudly as I could.  The
memories of how my girlfriends would howl as I fucked them flooded my mind.
I rocked hard and screamed with excitement.  "YES!  CUM FOR ME!"

Bill's breathing was loud and his thrusts were the most powerful they had
been.  Then his body plunged deep and tightened for a moment.  His hands
clenched my skin.  "HERE IT COMES!"  He bellowed.  He pulled back from me
and I heard him remove his condom.

The next thing I knew a powerful blast of juice sprayed across my backside.
A second and then a third squirt of the most wonderful liquid I had ever
felt followed.  It was even more rewarding of a sensation than when I had
sucked him off earlier in the night.  Bill groaned with the sheer joy of
total release.  He reached down and wrapped his arms around my waist.  He
pulled me up against his body.  His cock dripped against my back as his
hands turned my head towards him.

He panted as he tried to speak.  "That, slave was the best fuck I have ever
had."

I felt his face close against mine.  He pressed against me and there in the
darkness we began to kiss.  The feeling was strange because his mustache and
beard rubbed against my smooth features and his power reminded me that I was
the submissive.  But what may have normally repulsed me was now so enticing
that I could barely believe the feeling.  I kissed back and our tongues met
as his tool dripped onto me.

After a few minutes our strength had completely left us.  We barely had the
energy to move much less clean up.  Bill let out a final groan and then
collapsed down on the mattress and fell asleep.  I lay next to him and
drifted off as well, more content than I had been in years.


TO BE CONTINUED...

By: Rob Spencer, runner2k99@hotmail.com