Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2019 19:53:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: obd4@aol.com
Subject: When Master Calls

The story below has changed names but is largely an account of true
experience.  Comments are very welcome

			     WHEN MASTER CALLS

My balls ache today, tender and sore i am aware of their weight and need
to wear tight briefs to give them support, i hope Master doesn't
disapprove, although i am at my home He will find out one way or
another.  It's all because of a new game He thought up last night when
his new alpha slave was with Him.  Master had been displeased, my thank
you replies during a beating had been too slow and He needed to find a
remedy to correct my slackness.  On the bed on all fours, legs as wide
apart as possible, with Master and slave Ben standing side by side behind
me. And the game? Well they both used my bollocks as a punch bag, but i
wasn't to know who it would be each time, the blows came hard and fast
but each time i had to guess whose fist has pounded my sac and thank them
by name. Slave Ben, by me, was always addressed as Sir, Master as Master
of course.  "Thank you Master!" "Thank you Sir" again and again. The
icing on the cake for slave Ben, who loved to see someone inferior to
himself being punished, was that he had to keep a record of every time i
got it wrong, by marking my arse cheeks with an X using a pen resting in
my arse cleft.  Boy did he enjoy it, each mark was to be totted up for a
thrashing with the riding crop next visit.
When Master calls i must always be ready, he doesn't call every day and
lives a 15 minute drive away leaving me scant time to prepare myself;
though he seldom fucks me, my hole must be spotless, just in case. His
orders for how i should present myself, what to wear and whether or not
to bring my riding crop must also be obeyed. When Master calls i quiver
with excitement and fear, almost falling over myself to get preparations
done properly and in time. If i am late he will often beat me extra hard
or even worse deny me his seed.  Most often i am alone with Master, a
great honour, but the exquisite humiliation of being present when his
alpha slave is serving gives me a different kind of thrill.
The first time with Ben had been totally humiliating, and only a few
weeks previously. Master who had been thrashing my arse, then looking at
his phone, said, "You are a lucky cunt you will have two cocks to suck
today."
A car was heard outside and master told me to stand still while he went
downstairs to the door.
I stood straight, hands behind my head, Master had been working hard on
my nipples, as well as beating my arse, twisting, pulling, and biting as
I strove not to yell with the pain, my cock rigid. But once he was
downstairs i immediately disobeyed, reaching for Master's briefs which
were on the floor, inhaling deeply for that intoxicating hit of masculine
sweat. I dropped them quickly, as i heard two voices on the stairs. A
fit, pale young man entered, slightly cocky and smirking as he took in
the scene, me standing to attention staring ahead, forbidden to move or
speak, the riding crop on the nearby chair.  Master was warm and
welcoming, caressing this hot young man who had come upstairs in just his
white briefs; instructed to take them off they dropped to the floor and i
couldn't help but follow them greedily with my eyes. There's just
something about a man's underwear, the slightly sour smell of
masculinity that drives me wild. At first i was totally ignored but then
Master brought him to me and they stood on either side.  "You won't
believe this," sneered Master, "but this pathetic cunt loves having its
tits tortured!"  I noted the young man's wedding ring and guessed he was
not that familiar with man on man sex. "Look," said Master as he bent to
chew my left nipple, "He loves it, don't you boy?"
"Yes Master," i could just about mutter as the pain cut in.
"You take the other one," said Master.
He didn't quite understand at first, nibbling feebly, until Master barked
out, "Bite his tit, he loves it!" There was a tentative movement, he
wasn't quite sure, and then i felt it, for the first time ever, two
mouths roughly working, chewing both my tits. I cried out with the pain.
"What's the matter cunt? Don't you like it?"
"Yes Master, if it pleases you it pleases me."
"Show some respect to my new boy, cunt. You will address him as Sir."
"Thank you Master, and thank you Sir."
The tall man to my right seemed unfamiliar with such protocols; he said
nothing but smirked again at my pathetic need to suffer and obey, his
long uncircumcised cock standing at 45 degrees.  As the pain's intensity
increased i felt that moment i always crave, i surrendered fully  and
pulled both heads tightly closer to my chest bending to kiss the top of
Master's head, as though willing him to inflict even greater pain,
thanking him profusely for his gift, and trying to weld each head  to
each tit as though for ever. The exquisite moment! That moment when
Master appreciates my true purpose. What matters at times like these is
not the pain but the immense joy of knowing Master is pleased.
It was over too soon and both were on the bed, behaving like equals
whilst i stood watching them kiss, fondle and get even more aroused.
"Cunt, get the grease!" At first i hesitated, unsure what he meant but
soon was on my knees at the bedside table finding the lube and proffering
the tube to Master.  It got better as he instructed me to grease Sir's
arse.  I lubed up two fingers and pushed them inside, savouring the
feeling inside his tight hot hole, lingering a little too long.
"Check he's clean, cunt!"
"Yes Master," and reluctantly i pulled out my fingers, showing them clean
to Master's inspection.
He handed me a wrapped condom and it was my great honour to unwrap and
unroll it, ensuring the rubber covered Master's rock hard cock - the urge
to kiss it, to lick and taste his pre-cum was almost too great, but i
knew better than to presume, today this was not for me.
What happened next was unexpected, the young man was ordered to go all
fours on the bed and Master mounted him from behind like a wild dog in
the street.
"Get underneath him!" he barked and i slithered beneath, my face close to
the young man's bollocks, almost touching master's cock as it pounded in
and out!
"Suck him!"  This was slightly tricky but i strove to obey, getting the
tip of his dick inside my mouth. The sheer force and sweat was
overwhelming as the two bodies writhed and pulsed above me. The young man
groaned and promised he would do anything for Master.  I couldn't believe
i was receiving this privilege, to be so close to Master as he fucked
this hot man, Master seldom fucks me but when He does the experience is
awesome and i crave the feeling of his cock in my unworthy hole.  He was
soon finished, i could sense the spunk pulsing into the young man's arse,
soon there was another pulse and my mouth was filled with his fresh
spunk, unable to control himself, his whole body trembling.
Master was already lying back on the bed, i reverently removed his
condom, hoping i would be allowed the jism as a gift - he grabbed it from
me, upended it and emptied the precious seed over my forehead, it
dribbled down, still warm and viscous, past my eyebrows, nose and over my
moustache to my beard.
"Fuck off home and don't wash this off, send a picture as soon as you get
there."
"Yes Master, thank you Master, thank you Sir". i left as the two started
another caress.

After my first meeting with slave Ben, who Master now  considered to be
his alpha boy, i was torn  between longing for my Master's undivided
attention and the other hot, sweet sensation of utter humiliation when
Ben was present, relegating me to the lowest rung in Master's world. I
would never know what to expect on any visit; last night for example had
shown just how much Ben relished his position joining in my punishment
and for that moment at least being free from any pain Master might at any
time choose to inflict on him.  On that first night as I left with
Master's spunk dribbling down my face i could only guess at his feeling
of superiority as he and Master watched me leave as they lay in the bed.
Of course knowing Master as i do (and Ben didn't) He could turn
instantly from affection to brutality, inflicting the most severe pain.
That night i hoped he would!
On the rare occasions I had been privileged to stay the night with master
i always feared for the pain he might inflict on my bollocks. A night in
bed might begin with deep mouth to mouth kissing interspersed with hard,
long term biting of my nipples - giving both great pleasure and great
pain to the extent that these became indistinguishable from each other
and the totality of the pleasure/pain experience became my exquisite gift
to Master in the true joy of service.
Master always insists i keep my legs far apart at these times, the first
occasion he said this i foolishly couldn't understand why - but i soon
learned when he brought his knee up sharp to inflict brutal pain to my
balls as he was kissing me. I cried out with the agony of it but
remembered my purpose as soon as Master asked if i liked it. "Yes Sir, if
it pleases you that is all that matters. If it pleases you then i like
it." These words I am proud of as I chose them as a mantra to help me
deal with Master's pain and to show him the utmost respect and the
gratitude He deserves; He has never said anything but I suspect he
approves.
When Master then called me a good boy i felt the warmth of his approval
but before i could gather my strength he thrust into my balls with his
knee again, did it again ... and then again, each time receiving my
breathless thanks, i was, as always, anxious to show my gratitude before
he questioned my slow response. "Th.. Thank you Master for hurting my
balls."
"Remember boy that your pathetic little bollocks are of no use to you or
anyone else, apart from giving me more opportunities for inflicting
pain." He kissed me again, pushing his tongue deep inside and though i
relaxed a little i remembered to keep those legs apart, this time he
reached his hand to grasp my ball sac and very gradually increased the
pressure until i squealed... .
"What's the matter boy, don't you like it?"
"Yes Master, thank you master, if it pleases you it is all i ever want.
Thank you for squeezing my balls Master. Please keep doing it. Please do
it harder if it pleases you Master."  And he did.

I wonder whether Ben can feel such joy in service, whether he too can be
transformed by the pain into a kind of ecstasy, knowing he has pleased
his Master, the only achievement of any consequence for a true
submissive.

When Master called again two days after the new game of punch ball i
thought i might learn a little more about Ben's submissive side.
Instructions had been sent for me to buy a new riding crop and i had had
the humiliating experience once again of visiting the sports shop.
Terrified i might be noticed by anyone i knew (and everyone i knew, knew
that I was no equestrian!) I gingerly crept around the store looking for
the riding crops, Master had already told me that should anyone ask if I
needed help I was to say, "My Master has instructed me to buy a crop as
I need to be punished". God knows whether I would have had the nerve to
do so had anyone approached but the very thought of it happening for some
bizarre reason gave me a massive hard on.  I blushed at the checkout when
the assistant called back to the floor to ask for a price check but i
manged to leave the shop without having had to speak.
With the new crop safely in the car I arrived at Master's house and saw
what must have been Ben's rather smart, slightly too flashy Mini
outside.  Once inside i followed the usual ritual, strip in the hall and
ascend the stairs naked, riding crop in my hands ready to present.
It seemed Ben was in for some more training as a top, he stood with arms
folded and watched as Master set up the scene. "Lean forward against the
wall, cunt! Hands splayed out to support you, push out your arse."
Master's blows with the new crop were heavy and fast, I screamed almost
immediately.  "Shut it, cunt! Anyone would think you didn't like it.
Don't you like it boy?"
"Y... Yes Master. Thank You Master. If it pleases you it pleases me
Master that is all that matters."
"Then stop squealing you fucking stupid cunt and show your gratitude
more, why aren't you begging for more if you like it so much?"
Before I had the chance to beg for more Master was speaking to Ben,
telling him it was time for him to have a go.  To be fair Ben was at
first reluctant.  He took the crop and made an attempt at a swipe across
the middle of my arse, frankly it was a relief after Master's cruel
blows and I felt it was my turn to smirk!  How foolish I was!  "Do it
harder, you know how much he likes it, as hard as you can.  That was
licence for all hell to break out, this fit young man had a strong arm
and the glee with which he used it brought me to tears as well as
screams.  After four blows Master took back control and gave me
permission to stand down.  "As you didn't thank Sir for helping correct
you, you will be punished further.  You have after all so far only
received ten of the strokes you were due from the failure to recognise
which of us was punching your bollocks the other day.  Another 20 are
due. And as for you Ben, it is time you learned to appreciate the kiss of
the crop across your own arse."
Ben blanched, I could see him swallow, i swear he was visibly paler.
"Remove your underpants, I don't know why you are still wearing them,
you were given strict instructions always to be naked when in my house,
you will receive 20 as well.  Both of you face down across the bed."
Ben's smirk was long gone, despite my stinging arse I couldn't wait for
the punishments to begin. Side by side we were now brothers in fear.
Master wasted no time, there was to be no gentle build up, Ben was to pay
the price for his cockiness and I was to be his role model in taking the
pain. I could sense him quivering alongside me and reached my right hand
towards him, we could hear the crop raised in the air and the downward
swish but only at the last second knew for whom it fell, as it crossed
his buttocks with a loud crack he grabbed my hand for comfort, the blows
came irregularly so neither of us could predict where the next would
strike and we clung to each other sharing the pain, for once equally
under master's strict discipline. I struggled to maintain composure and
hoped to give some strength to this young man who was now way beyond his
threshold of pain. Oh yes he screamed, but I grabbed both his hands and
tried to transmit some of my resilience and strength to him. Finally
Master stopped, we were no longer under his lash but felt his hands
stroking and caressing us both, Ben leaned towards me and kissed me on
the mouth, "Thank you, you will I hope teach me how to become a better
slave." Master joined us on the bed, taking each of us on either side as
we nestled in the warm must of his armpits ... .

When Master calls again, who knows what to expect?