Date: Fri, 16 Apr 1999 02:07:17 EDT
From: Jay Cee
Subject: The Wolf (Gay/Authoritarian)

The Wolf
by Jay Cee 

Aside from the typical problems of the day was the appointment. The busy 
schedules they both had were such that a meeting was only possible with 
meticulous planning. And, like the proverbial best-laid plans of small 
rodents and men, they had a contingency plan to cancel and reschedule. For 
the moment the plan was working. He was reluctant to think about the meeting 
since the disappointment of not being able to meet would be even more intense 
and he was a tad bit superstitious.

The pager never went off, the phone never rang that he was wondering if the 
call would be the "cancel" code they had arranged. As the day wore on it 
seemed more likely the meeting would happen. It was between those calls he 
had begun to ponder on how all this had begun.

It was over a month now. He was on the computer surfing the web. That was 
the polite way of saying he was looking for a person with whom to cyber. The 
screen name had caught his eye. Wolf was in one of those rooms that are more 
likely to offer some hope of a connection with one of a similar mind set. His 
profile was even more enticing to say nothing of the predatory implication of 
the screen name. And last, but not least, two continents, a multiple of the 
major oceans, and several time zones, did not separate them! In fact they 
lived in the same state and even the same county. 

The chat started out innocently. The "Hi, how are you?" sort of thing. He was 
still amazed at the almost instant connection and how quickly the 
conversation had turned to the issue at hand, pun fully intended. It was 
honesty and the here is the real me kind of connection. Unique experiences 
are found on occasion on the Internet, but always seem to end after a cyber 
or two. It was obvious from the outset that this was a keeper kind of 
contact. 

He was in word, Kinky, so was Wolf! He was interested in Bondage, so was 
Wolf! He was into being directed, told what to do, stripping in front of 
another man, so was Wolf! He was into Cock Bondage, so was Wolf! He was into 
Blindfolds, cuffs, rope, leather lace, so was Wolf! He was a proactive sub 
and Wolf was all that his screen name implied and more besides! He was a 
safer sex sort of guy and if the reader has not already detected a trend, so 
was Wolf! I will not bore you with the warp and woof that was the congruency 
of their yin and yang. The first cyber was great and so the second and the 
third and the fourth!

They traded pictures of each other and of the activities they found exciting. 
They discussed the variation on the theme and found more congruency. It was 
like looking into a mirror that reflected far more than the image of the one 
standing before the glass. Like the nooks and crannies of the proverbial 
English Muffin, they would rise and fall together into the variations on the 
theme. In the weeks that followed it did not diminish either. All that was 
left was a real time meeting and the discovery that all they had explored was 
both real and not the rush of lust. 

They both agreed that a first time public meeting was in order. That meeting 
was exactly as scheduled and went off as smoothly. NO unpleasant surprises at 
all! Those who have been through this process know that surprises are far 
more likely than one would suppose. Needless to say the lust continued to 
build and today was the day.

He left his office and made his way to the meeting place. His cock had 
stirred and he could feel the surge of precum working its way toward his piss 
slit. He wondered if all the lust would be as good in person as in the 
fantasy world of the Internet. In answer his cock had stopped struggling to 
remain dry and the first hints of wetness began to dampen his pubic hair.

They met exchanged the small talk and made their way to the place where the 
meeting of cyber friends would leave the world of beeps and whistles. His 
cock was fully erect, the precum flowing and the fantasy was soon reality. 

They broke the ice with a few hugs and a mild exploration of the hidden 
treasures each had for the other. In the flow, the lust was building and the 
weeks of cyber were seeking a fuller comprehension of the imagination. He 
could not remember when or how, but a blindfold was produced and his world 
was plunged into the warm embrace of bright darkness and the soaring freedom 
from distraction. He was now a cock slave, his dream and all the cyber with 
Wolf were flashing across the memory as if all the connections were happening 
all over again.

Wolf said, "Let's see it!" The property of the Wolf was removed from the 
confines of the flooded jockeys and the Masters ownership established as the 
cock and balls were exposed for his eyes. The excitement of commanded 
exposure was more liberating than the imagination had predicted. A shudder of 
intense pleasure vibrated into his entire body. He was both faint and alert, 
floating in a swirl of electric energy and anchored firmly. 

"Lets see your cock put on a show for me!" The Master commanded. His fingers 
were like the touch of a pulsating electric current as he touched my cock. I 
was no longer an individual, I was a connected part of Wolf, an extension of 
his body, woven into his soul and spirit. My cock and balls were his. I could 
feel his eyes seeing me, possessing my most private personal areas.  The 
freedom I felt was incredible. 

Electric hands seemed to appear in the ether and take on substance and form 
as the Master touched here and there, possessing where he chose to touch. A 
nipple, a cock, a testicle, a side, I felt owned and I loved it. 

I rubbed my precum all over his slaves cock and jacked off in an attempt to 
find his approval and to serve his desires. Suddenly I felt the strike of my 
Masters white hot cum as I continued to jack off. His cum branded me. I soon 
followed his example and felt the fire erupting inside my cock. 

I have little doubt that the first meeting was successful.  I can hardly wait 
for the next meeting. He has promised to bind my cock and lead me to places 
beyond my imagination. There is no doubt I will follow, I am his property!


The Wolf II
by Jay Cee

Truly important people carry neither a pager nor a cellular telephone; they 
hire others to shoulder that burden. Since I carry both one might gather my 
stature in the grand pecking order of all things bright and beautiful. There 
are times, however, that the marvel of perpetual contact is more than handy. 
That would prove to be the case this day.

The basic arrangements had been made. I had but to wait for the numeric page 
and the location of the accommodations in Lexington. My instructions were 
very simple. Come to the place, open the door, take two steps into the room 
and stand there. From that time forward I would be told what to do. I had no 
reservations about Wolf. He was more than safer. We had met, talked and had 
one brief but entirely satisfying time together. Had we been pieces of a 
puzzle then the fit would be so completely perfect the connection would be 
seamless. I was ready for the pager to telegraph its message as it gently 
tapped at my waist. Despite my mental preparation I was startled every time 
that day as the annoying necessary nuisance placed its electronic finger 
drumming at my hip.

At 3:00 PM EDT my reverie was broken as I read, "Room1414, Best West New 
Circle Road". Our plans were working as I left the office and made my way to 
the limited access highway to nowhere and everywhere that circled the city. I 
was in the lot, parked and making my way to the room at 3:12 PM. As I 
approached I saw the room number, the drapes close slightly and the door 
open. I almost expected to hear the inner sanctum sound of creaking hinges as 
the door glided open. In an instant I was in the dimly lighted room and the 
door was closed behind me. I could hear the soft sounds of the latch filling 
the strike, the more substantial sound of the dead bolt finding its home and 
the tinkle of the chain securing the door. Then silence. 

In a moment my senses reached out as I tested my surroundings. I could tell 
the room was clean. The unmistakable scent of people still was not completely 
eradicated, but the effort was successful and demonstrated a concerted and 
well-focused determination on the part of housekeeping. I did not care who 
had been here. I only cared about the powerful presence I could feel behind 
me, the Wolf.

He spoke not a single word as I felt him move to my back. I felt the air he 
displaced as he moved near me brush my skin. I felt the chill of excitement 
raise my skin into a million tiny mountain tops and my body shudder. The 
intensity of that moment was like a bolt of lightening. I wanted to spin 
around, fall to my knees and consume him. I knew better.  

Suddenly the dimly lighted room was gone and I was in the dark as the 
blindfold was secured across my eyes. I felt a slight tug at the front of my 
shirt. I knew what the Wolf wanted, and I had my shirt off as quickly as 
possible. How he had moved so silently from behind me was a mystery, but I 
knew exactly where he was. I could feel the white hot eyes probing my chest 
and rising nipples. That was not the only part of me that was rising either.

Another Wolfly tug and my slacks were equally and unmistakably destined to 
find a home far from me. I was trembling with excitement as I stripped the 
slacks and kicked off my shoes. I stood there in my cotton shorts as my cock 
began to leak furiously. I could feel the fabric stretch across my buttocks 
as my already erect cock filled my underwear. 

"Sir," I asked, "may I take off my underwear and let you see your property?"

My answer was the feel of steel cuffs connecting each of my wrists to the 
other behind my back. I was standing there in my precum soaked, cock 
stretched shorts. I wanted to be naked in front of him! " Please SIR, please 
allow me to be naked for you, PLEASE!" I begged. His answer was not long in 
coming. I felt a cold piece of metal sliding along my left thigh. The next 
sound was that of a very sharp knife cutting away my shorts from the bottom 
up toward the elastic waistband. Then the other side was slashed away. I 
thought I was going to cum! Waves of chills washed over my body like a ship 
tossed by the swells of a rising sea. I was shivering, trembling, shuddering. 
I stood there bound by more than the links of chain connecting the steel 
bracelets at my wrists. I was suddenly naked as the knife severed the elastic 
and the underwear fell away.

I felt a leather lace draped across my erect cock. There was a knot at one 
end and a ring at the others from the feel of the lace. The knot was a 
hangman's knot. Soon my cock and balls were "lynched". I was cuffed and my 
cock was at the end of a leash. I was lead to another part of the room and 
guided to a chair. The downward tug of the leash sent me lower toward the 
chair and soon I was seated. My ass touched the forward seat edge and a 
slight push backwards and I was laying back at an angle that presented my 
cock and balls in a fully open manner. My ankles were tied apart to the legs 
of the chair.

At first I thought that wolf was engulfing me me. The warmth was so good! But 
I soon discovered that the warm sensation was from a wet towel. In a moment I 
felt the towel being removed and I found that the towel was a prelude. I was 
blindfolded, tied, spread, hard, tied wet and gushing precum. I was going to 
be shaved. 

The noose around my cock and balls was removed. The leather (the feel of 
leather on a naked hard cock is unmistakable) was wound around the shaft from 
base to just below the head of my throbbing cock. I felt fingers on my cock 
head collecting the precum, a brief pause and then the semisweet and salty 
taste of my own precum being fed to me. Then the end of the lace from my 
bound cock was placed in my mouth. A tap on my chin was as loud as any voice 
and far more exciting. I was to hold my cock up and out of the Wolf's way as 
he shaved me. It did cross my mind that a few tugs on the leather and I would 
be past the point of no return. The leather felt like a firm hand around the 
cock, the leather lace was the arm and the nodding movement of my head, the 
way to bliss. 

I winced as a slight tug pulled a pubic hair from my scrotum. I wondered if 
he was going to pluck each hair. I knew I was his to use.  I was here to be 
his. I wanted to be his. If that was what he wanted then my surrender was his 
license and title. I was, however, glad he had chosen a more rapid process of 
hair removal.  I felt a more traditional method used. The strokes soon 
uncovered the scrotum and the base of the cock shaft not wrapped in the 
leather lacing. I was more naked before him that I had ever been and I loved 
it. 

For two weeks the Wolf and I had talked about this meeting. He had told me 
that relaxation was the key to exploring the deepest sensations. He had asked 
me to practice a form of relaxation. I was to lay down and close my eyes. I 
was to clear my mind. I was to imagine myself on a cloud floating and falling 
into a deep sleep. Being a night owl I soon discovered that this exercise was 
an excellent way to fall asleep even if I wasn't that tired. I had done the 
exercise every night. Oh yes, I almost forgot! Wolf had sent me a voice mail. 
It was his voice speaking to me as I practiced my relaxation exercise. I was 
to focus on hearing his voice in my mind. His voice was a bit strange when 
compared to his normal animated voice. His volume and tone were low and 
almost hypnotic.

Knowing my balls were shaved I felt so totally exposed. As I lay there spread 
before him I was suddenly more and more aware that he was speaking to me. I 
still cannot remember if he was talking to me as he shaved my balls or after 
I had lain there for a few moments. But I felt myself drifting on a billowing 
white cloud. I think I fell asleep. I just don't know.

One thing I do know is that if I was asleep I wasn't now! Suddenly I was more 
awake that I ever recall being in my life. I was alive. More alive, rested 
and alert than I have ever been in my life. I didn't need my eyes to sense 
Wolf there. It seemed that every nerve in my body was reaching out and seeing 
the man that was my Master. I could feel the closeness of his body. I was 
his, he was my focus.   

The leather lacing was soon off my cock and the noose replaced around my 
balls and cock. The momentary brush of his hand was nearly enough to send my 
cock into a fountain of boiling white hot cum.  I could feel the precum 
running down to my freshly shaved balls as the clear fluid wound its way 
through the tangled triangular bush my Master had left me. He later told me 
he had left that to keep me from the questioning stares at the pool. He was 
my Master, but he was a caring Master. 

My ankles and wrists were released and I was soon spread eagle on a bed. I 
was probed, explored and examined. I was not tied, yet the thought of doing 
any thing but lay still never even crossed my mind.  I was his.

Suddenly my right hand was at my precum soaked cock and the other hand was 
filled with a semi soft rectangular shaped object. What I was feeling was the 
base of a butt plug. I knew I was to get up, lubricate my ass with my own 
precum and insert the butt plug. 

Soon I was working that brand new plug into my body. Fucking my own ass with 
my own precum. Impaling myself on a butt plug as my Master Wolf looked on and 
watched. I know you will become weary if I mention yet again that I am his, 
but I want the reader to know how wonderful it felt to be his property. I 
rode on that plug as I open myself up a little at a time. After a few more 
minutes I felt the plug reach the place where pressure, light pain and the 
desire to be filled achieve equilibrium. The plug pulled into me as a rush of 
relief swept me.

To be continued!