Date: Thu, 25 May 2023 08:06:19 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Matthew is a Sub (Gay/Authoritarian, oral, anal, M/M)

Authoritarian, oral, anal, M/M

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting adult males.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you
like.  All flames will be ignored.

                     Matthew is a Sub
                            By
                           Wolf

	I must admit that as a 15-year-old I was still a virgin
as far as sex with the opposite sex, I did have a younger
brother that was five-years-younger than me.  We started
playing with each other.  We basically would suck each
other's penis a little, and it usually ended with me in the
bathroom milking my dick until I squirted my cum into the
toilet.  It wasn't worth discussing.  So that brings me to
today, and a possible proposition so to speak.

	After I graduated from high school I wanted to get
away from home and be on my own.  I worked around
town making a few bucks, planning to leave home as soon
as possible.  Just before I turned nineteen, I was working
for the city, cleaning the rest stop just off the turnpike
that bypassed our town.

	The brick building has men's and women's rooms at
each end of the building.  I had the key to the supply
cabinet located in the back.  The concrete floors were
always cold and damp.  The rooms always smelled of
urine and the sweet lavender urinal cakes and sometimes
fecal material where someone shit on the floor before
making it to one of the steel toilets.  Occasionally
someone vomits in the rest rooms and I had to clean the
mess.  One day I was working in the men's room when a
single man entered.  He was in a hurry to make it to a stall
to take a dump.  When he came out of the stall and
proceeded to wash his hands, he struck up a conversation
with me.

	He wanted to know what the town was like.  All I
could say about the place was that it was where all
thoughts went to die.  When he wrapped his arm around
my shoulders, he started rubbing my chest with the other
hand.  I didn't know what I should do.  I just stood there
while he unfastened my pants and pulled out my dick.  He
knelt on the wet concrete and proceeded to suck my cock
until I came in his mouth.  Then he stood up and pulled his
on cock out of his pants and placed my hand on the warm
flesh of his cock.

	I slowly started masturbating with him.  After a
couple minutes he placed his hand on the back of my neck
and pulled my head down to his cock and rubbed the
knob against my lips until I opened my mouth and he
fucked my face until he came in my mouth.  When he was
through, he zipped up his pants and left the building.  I
knew he was gone when I heard the sound of a car's
motor pulling away.  That was my first encounter with a
man.

	When I turned nineteen, I packed a few things and
what money I had saved up.  I caught a bus out of our
one-horse town and sought my fortune in New Jersey.
When I arrived, I realized I was not prepared for any
occupation.  I looked through the local newspapers in the
help wanted sections for a job that I might be suited for.  I
was getting desperate.  Every ad I answered I was
dismissed because I was too young, not experienced
enough, or not educated enough.

	I finally saw an ad for a man looking for domestic
help that was sub.  I didn't understand what a sub was,
but I called the number and made a date for an interview.
When I arrived at the high-rise apartment building, I was
impressed.  I called up and was allowed to take the
elevator up to the 15th floor.  When I stepped off the
elevator there were only two doors.  23 A was the door I
was to knock on.  The man that answered the door was
impressive.

	He looked to be about 6'2," 200 bounds, nicely
built, graying hair, blue eyes, and wearing a tailored shirt,
gray slacks and his shoes were made from ostrich leather.
He smiled at me and invited me in.  He said: "Hello young
men!  My name is William Hitchcock.  You must be
Matthew?"

	"Yes Sir"

	"You are younger than I expected, do you think you
can handle being a domestic and service me?"

	I said: "I'm sure that I can learn what I need to
know."

	He smiled: "I do like your looks, my boy, but have
you ever had a relationship with another man?"

	I didn't understand what he was asking, I said: "I
just graduated from high school last year and decided to
get away from my small town to make my own way."

	He chuckled, I'm sure you are capable of domestic
duties, but I would like you to submit to a physical
examination to determine if you are suitable to satisfy the
duties of my personal assistant.

	I thought it was strange that he wanted me to
submit to a physical examination, but agreed anyway.  I
proceeded to remove his shirt.  Mr. Hitchcock put on latex
surgical gloves.  My skin trembled as his hands ran all over
my body.  While he was stimulating the nipples on my
chest he asked: "Have you ever had sex with an adult
male?"

	I began to understand what he wanted from me.  I
could have ended the interview and left at that point, but
I agreed to see it through.  I said: "One time while I was
working for the city cleaning the rest stop close to the
turnpike near our town.  When I was the only person in
the restroom a single man entered, and after he used the
toilet, he sucked my cock and I sucked him before he
drove away.  I left town shortly after that to come here to
find a job."

	Mr. Hitchcock told me that he wanted me to put his
shirt back on and accompany him down to the third-floor
medical office of his doctor for a complete physical
examination.

	I put my shirt back on and he escorted me down the
elevator to the third floor.  We walked down a hand with
several doors until we came to an office with a plaque
proclaiming Dr. John Haris MD.  Physical Medicine.  We
entered the office and Mr. Hitchcock told the receptionist
that he would like to have a word with John.

	She smiled sweetly and told him: "Have a seat and
she will tell the doctor that we are here.  I'm sure he will
see you right away."

	We took a couple of seats in the reception room
and only had a few words before the receptionist
returned and assured us that the Doctor would see us in
his office.  She led us to the door to his office and told us
to have a seat,

	The office was filled with expensive furniture.  It
was only a couple of minutes before the door opened and
a nice-looking middle-aged man entered wearing a light-
blue smock with a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.
He shook Mr. Hitchcock's hand and glanced at me.  Mr.
Hitchcock explained that he was thinking of employing
Matthew here as my new Valette and wanted to have him
given a physical first.  The doctor said we can conduct that
right here.  He told me to take off your clothes, son.  I
took off my shoes and socks before dropping my pants
and stepped out of them before removing my shirt.  Then,
I pulled my jockey shorts down and stepped out of them.
He retrieved a urine cup and told me to pee in it.  As soon
as I peed a little into the cup and closed the cap.  He used
the intercom to tell his nurse to put a such on a specimen
and handed it to her through the door when she tapped
on the door.

	He listened to my heart and lungs, checked my
reflexes before he put on the disposable gloves and stuck
a finger up under the right side of my cock and told me to
cough.  Then I repeated the procedure on the left side of
my cock.  He even felt my cock.  Both men couldn't help
noticing that I sprang a rigid boner.  He told me to lean
face down over the blue disposable paper sheet with an
absorbent pad attached to the top of the plastic on his
desk and he stuck a finger deep into my rectum and
pressed his fist hard against my butt while he stroked my
prostate until I ejaculated onto the pad.  He told Mr.
Hitchcock: "This young man appears to be in very good
shape.  I will call you in a few minutes and let you know
about the lab test.

	We thanked the Doctor while I got dressed and we
headed back to his apartment flat.  He offered me a drink
and made me a scotch and soda over rocks, while he
showed me his home and my own room.  We eventually
returned to the grand room and we sat on a plush couch
while I was drinking my second mixed drink.  I was about
why I had to take a physical before he would hire me,
when the phone rang.  He answered the phone and
thanked the doctor.

	He returned to the couch and as he sat down, he
said: "You are in perfect health.  There is only one more
test!  Having said that, he took me into his arms and
kissed me on the mouth with tongue.  It was strange to be
kissing a man and even with a close shave I could still feel
stubble.  I felt him take charge of the action.  He began
removing my shirt and undershirt.  When I was naked to
the waist, he ran his hand all over my chest and belly.  He
leaned over and started sucking my nipples.  He licked the
flesh of my pecs like they were little tits.  He eventually
unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants.  He pulled the
pants down and pulled the elastic of my jockey shorts
down and under my scrotum to expose my cock and my
scrotum.  He bent over my lap and took my cock into his
mouth and gently cupped my scrotum while he sucked my
cock.

	I just leaned back against the back of the couch and
enjoyed my second blowjob.  He was a skilled cock sucker
and had me pumping my-cum into his mouth in just a few
minutes.  When I was finished and he licked and sucked
my cock clean he lifted his head and kissed me again.  He
let me rest a few minutes before he set about removing
my shoes and sock before he pulled my pants free of my
feet and did the same with my underwear.  He proceeded
to feel my legs and the muscles in my legs rippled at his
touch.  He slid to the floor and began licking, kissing, and
nibbling on the soft inner thighs on his way back up to my
crotch.  He licked my scrotum and sucked each testical
into his mouth in turn.  I was so excited I couldn't keep my
ass still.  He took hold of my cock and started
masturbating me a little before I took it back into his
mouth and sucked me off again.  By the time I had my
third orgasm that evening my scrotum was swelling and
aching.  He understood my condition and stood up in
front of me.

	He removed those expensive Ostrich shoes and
his socks before he opened his pants and stepped out of
them.  He folded them carefully and placed them on a
glass cocktail table.  I was fascinated by his light blue
nylon underwear, they fit him like a glove and I could see
the shape of his cut-cock and balls through the
transparent material to make out that his cock was resting
on the left side on a mat of dark pubic hair.  Then he
pulled the underwear down and free of his feet.  They
were wadded up in a ball no bigger than the size of a golf
ball.  I was impressed with his manhood.  His cock was
already fully erect and pointing up at the ceiling.  It was at
least seven-inches long and thick.  The mushroom head
was impressive as well.  The shaft was surrounded with a
thick mat of dark pubic hair.  His scrotum hung low
between his legs and the testis swung with every
movement.  As he unbuttoned the tailored dress shirt and
removed his undershirt, I saw that he has a very hairy
body.  I thought he was a handsome looking man.  I was
about to kneel before him and suck his cock, but he pulled
me to my feet and had me prostrate myself over that
glass cocktail.

	He spread the cheeks of my butt and spit on my
asshole.  Then he guided his cuck to my asshole and clung
to my hips as he drove his cock into my ass.  It hurt like
hell and it brought tears to my eyes and I gowned with
every thrust.  He reached up and took hold of my shoulder
to get a better grip while he fucked me.  He was using a
commanding voice while he told me: "Call me master
from now on.  Beg me to breed you like the Bitch you will
become.  I submitted to his every command.

	When he was finished cumming in my ass he pulled
out and came around the table and demanded that I clean
his cock.  I tasted my own ass all over his cock while I
cleaned it.  I also felt liquid dripping from my asshole.  I
feared that it was my own blood.  When I reached back, I
felt my swollen flesh and my gaping asshole.  When I
checked my fingers, I saw that the liquid was his cum.

	I could hardly walk as he showed me my wardrobe.
Half of it was nice clothes consisting of suits and shoes
and casual sports clothes.  The other half was full of sexy
women's clothes and lingerie.  He told me that there
would be times he wanted me to do my household duties
as a girl.

	That first night I slept in bed with him and he fucked
me again.  In the morning when he told me to get up and
clean myself and put on the maids' apron before cooking
breakfast.  I shit, showered, and shaved before going to
my closet and found a black apron with white lace.  When
I put it on, the front barely covered my scrotum and the
bib didn't cover my nipples.

	I went to the kitchen and started the coffee before
preparing Eggs Benedict and retrieved a chilled bottle of
Champagne.  When Mr. Hitchcock joined me, he was only
wearing white nylon underwear.  He came up behind me
and kissed the back of my neck and shoved Hiscock into
my asshole and fucked me before sitting down to
breakfast.  I sat to his right and felt cum leaking onto the
chair.

	That was the beginning of my new occupation.


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