Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2018 14:23:16 +0000 From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías Subject: Mind fuck - chapter 1 - TURNING THE TABLES. Mind fuck -- chapter 1 -- TURNING THE TABLES. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. We don't want this website to ever stop. Think for a minute if you can afford it and help sustain Nifty with your donations. Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: www.luces-delatierra.blogspot.com.es or in English at: www.lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com.es I didn't know that day I was gonna earn a third slave. We were so horny that day that after talking about our master and slave relationship, we had to fuck under a dense groove of fir trees near my student's flat which I shared with Barry. And my slave John and I had decided to take our clothes off too. Perhaps it was not very prudent to fuck there. But John was as usual really aroused at his master and he convinced me to do that. So I started fucking him. As the master I was, I was the top guy and only on scarce occasions I had allowed him to fuck me. But we were at it again and my hard long cock was piercing his well-known asshole once again. So many times I had fucked him and he was always excited with me and wanted more. I had met John Moore three years ago. He earned his living in a football team and he had a well-ripped body and with his moustache he turned me on a lot. Besides, we both smelt a bit of sweat and that increased our arousal as I drove my hard penis into that hot boy's ass. He often told me "thank you master", though he knew very well there was not any wrong moment to call me by my name, Joshua. I'm Joshua Gardner, and just the same as John, I was 25. I was at present about to finish my studies in Fine Arts, because one of my hobbies was painting, and I think I am talented. I had a lot of paintings in the flat I shared with Barry. I still had not cum and was on the climax of my arousal when suddenly a well-known face appeared among the shadows of the grove. It was Barry Stuyvesant, my flat mate, only one year younger than me and who also studied with me, but he studied sculpture. There were also a couple of his statues in our flat, one a group of sculptures representing Andromeda next to her parents, Cepheus and Cassiopeia. Barry was a good boy at heart and I always had a good opinion of him, despite the fact that he was a little homophobic. I never told him I was gay. But he had just surprised me fucking with a boy. I could clearly notice his ugly face when he approached me and brusquely, naked as I was, he grabbed my neck and told me. -You fucking faggot. I was stronger than Barry but the surprise had caught me off guard and he dragged me far from there, leaving John behind totally stunned. All the time grabbing my neck, he took me away totally nude till we reached the back yard of our house. Fortunately neighbours could not see me there buck naked. We had a long table in the yard and he laid me on top of it. Then he turned me and told me he was gonna teach me a lesson. He was strongly choking me with his hand viciously holding my neck and suddenly I thought he was gonna rape me. But he was heterosexual. Was it just a way of punishing me or was he really aroused? But I couldn't allow him to rape me. At the same time I had an illuminating thought and it was about Barry. I knew him well and knew he was a good boy at heart. Even though I thought we would not talk to each other again and I would have to look for a different flat to live far away from him now, I couldn't allow his stupid hotheaded behaviour to ruin that boy's life, which he would always spend thinking one day he raped a boy. So thinking about my own security and somehow thinking about Barry, I had to do something to prevent the rape. And since I considered I was stronger than him, and even if I was placed in a difficult position, I really had to prevent the rape, and suddenly with my right knee I kicked Barry's balls with strength. And the sudden unexpected pain made him lose the grip on my neck and I managed to rid myself from him and angrily I shouted at him. -You stupid Barry. You are the only faggot here. I hope you never forget that you have been about to rape me. Go to hell! He was terrified then and looked at me with a remorseful face, starting to realize what terrible thing he had been about to do. But I left him there in the backyard and headed to my room and chose some new clothes to put on. Later I went to the fir grove to pick up the clothes I have left scattered there when Barry had suddenly discovered me fucking with John. Then I returned and not knowing what to do now, whether I'd better not flee from Barry forever, I entered the kitchen and made a coffee for me. I was already having it when I suddenly saw him enter with moist eyes. -Can I sit here with you and talk to you for a while, Joshua? -You can, but you know I can easily defeat you, so don't try any new dirty trick with me. -In fact I would like to apologize, Joshua. I don't know what came to me. -Do you realize, Barry, that you could have raped me and I would have reported you and that would have ruined your life? -I realize now the nefariousness of my own acts, Joshua, and I can see the consequences it could have had. I've been a stupid boy and I have to ask for your forgiveness once and again, I would spend an hour on my knees just apologizing. We used to be friends or so I think and I would like us to be close buddies again. So, Joshua, please forgive me and as a sign of my desire to understand you now, I will ask you, and won't get angry, I promise: are you gay? -I am. Anything to say now? -I have not respected you and I am sorry for that too. But you have my respect now. So let me ask you: was that boy your boyfriend? -He's a close friend. Mainly he is a friend. But he is also one of my slaves. -Your slave? -Yes, my slave, one of them, for I have two slaves. You know I don't like hiding things and I prefer telling you: I have practiced BDSM for years. -What would you think if you tell me now whatever you want? I could serve some coffee for me too and we can speak calmly about whatever you would like to talk to me now. I promise you would have my respect with everything you tell me, well if you want to tell me. I would not like to lose my former friend Joshua, for I have always been stupid but I think we used to be friends. I didn't know which feeling was stronger: my sudden hatred for Barry or my former good opinion about that boy. But I told him that he could serve coffee for him and I would tell him what he liked. -Ok, I'll tell you, Barry, since I prefer having no secrets. I knew from very young that I like dominating in sex, telling people what to do, giving them orders. And if you remember, because I told you then, one of my school works one day was to interview John Moore, a famous football player, yes, but also a talented painter. But the day we met I could clearly notice he was aroused at me and it became clearer at the end of the interview, when he asked me whether we could see each other again, but he told me then, a little shy, that he was gay. I just smiled at him and told him I also was. Well, we saw each other many more times cause I am very patient before I have sex with somebody I really like and I really liked John. He is a big masochist and we spent some months negotiating what we could do if we ever became master and slave, as he wished. But even being such a big masochist, I think John has the qualities to become someday somebody's master and be switch. -What is switch? --Barry then asked me and I explained it to him. -He's also a bottom and of course I fuck him with my dick, but mainly with my mind. That way he is always so horny that he can do anything painful and I have tied him to a cross or even fisted him. But so they can do anything, I prefer mindfucking them. -You've said "them" a couple of times. So do you have one other slave? I could notice with some surprise that Barry was getting hard. -I have a second slave, Barry. But I don't know whether I should tell you more about him, for you know him. -Do I? -Well, you don't know he's gay but he is in fact one of your friends, also a schoolmate. -Joshua, I've had a terrible behaviour with you today and that won't be repeated. I will show you my total respect whatever you tell me. And if one of my friends is gay too and is your slave, I'll respect him as well. So you decide whether you can trust me and tell me more, but I wanna be a different Barry. Do what you want. -Well --I still hesitated but I told him-, it's him that should tell you, but his name is Enzo. -Enzo Dell'Angelo? -Exactly. He is a different kind of a masochist, but I'm not sure whether I should tell you about my slaves' secrets. -Joshua, I could never expect I could get hard hearing about gay sex, but you can see me: I'm totally hard now and surprisingly I even feel better about myself now. You don't have to tell me anything about John or about Enzo. But I know him: he's a wonderful boy and now I know he has sex with you, I even like him more. I will never betray him. Now it's you that must decide. If you tell me, not only will I listen to what you might tell me with respect, but incredibly horny. Forgive me, Joshua, but knowing you dominate boys, tie them, fuck them, fist them and so on has really turned me on. -Well, Barry, I'm not a standard master according to the protocols of BDSM if they exist. But I've always thought that each participant in BDSM should have his own protocol so that this sexual game, for after all it is a game, can be funny for both the master and the slave. So ok, I have always been a sincere boy. That's one of the reasons, I think, I am successful with my slaves and I'd rather tell you everything. -I want to know, Joshua. I promise I will hear you as a close buddy would, with total respect and curiously horny. It was true that he was hard and seeing him like that I was beginning to get hard too and I noticed he had seen me and didn't mind my boner at all. In fact a heterosexual boy, who that day had wanted to rape me, was suffering a great transformation and I wanted to tell him my entire secret so far sexual life, for I was getting certain, strangely as it seemed, that I would have his respect. So I began to speak in earnest, not knowing then that I had unconsciously started mind fucking Barry.