Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2020 23:12:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: obd4@aol.com
Subject: When Master Calls (4)

When Master Calls (4)

This story reflects recent, true experiences.  Any comments are very
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Master was reclining on the bed, He'd given permission for me to
approach any part of His body and show my devotion in any way i chose;
this was a rare privilege but i knew exactly what i wanted without
hesitation. For nearly half an hour earlier i had been on my knees
servicing Master's cock and His awesome balls.  Master hadn't showered
yet this morning and His body had that authentic male scent which drives
me crazy when in His presence The smell -especially of his uncut cock -
had been intoxicating of course, but for me there's nothing, nothing at
all which surpasses the smell of Master's armpits and i dove forward to
bury my head in His gloriously ripe, hairy left pit. There was a
glistening of sweat and my tongue eagerly darted out to lick it up, long
luscious slurps as I greedily licked upwards trying to take in every bead
of musty man-sweat, wanting to spend as much time as possible in that
sacred cavity, a place in which I always feel safe and protected - under
Master's arm.
 Master's kindness is a source of such wonder; that morning He had
called me to come to Him early and at first i had disappointed Him in not
being able to take the full force of His arm in bringing down the riding
crop across my arse.  After only 20 strokes i had begged Him to stop. Of
course Master never forces me beyond my will and He stopped immediately.
I wanted to please Him and was extra attentive in obeying the orders
which followed, placing my right nipple in His mouth for Him to chew. He
chewed and sucked and grazed with his teeth until my nipple felt
electrically charged, the sensitivity at such times makes me feel so
alive and so connected to master -- my pain becomes exquisite delight and
He is thrilled that i am giving Him so much, so much trust and so much of
my being in that moment. As He works on my tit i am filled entirely with
the act, and i think of nothing else but pleasing Him; i am fulfilled in
making this gift, my gift of subservience to His will
Today i was to offer a new gift, though i did not yet know it.  After
prolonged work on my nipples Master drew me in for a close embrace and
told me how pleased He was with my offering, i glowed with pride and He
then put His tongue in my mouth for a passionate kiss. Master's arms
drew round my neck as He ended the kiss and He began to speak, quietly
and with such authority and calm.  "You will lie on the floor, on your
back, your legs will be wide apart. I am going to kick your balls."
I froze with fear.
"What is the problem boy?"
"It will hurt Master, please Master, please don't."
As i said the words i foresaw His response.
"Don't you want to please me?"
"But of course Master, i only want to please you - at all times."
"So?"
"Please Master, please i don't think i can take it"
The truth of course is that i had complete choice: should i refuse Master
would accept; the truth also is that Master had abused my balls before,
with His hands and his knee. But He also knew that my limits could
sometimes be pushed. "So you will be happy to disappoint me? Don't you
understand that I would never do anything which I didn't think you could
bear, I know how much you can take and as your master I care about you.
I am surprised by your reluctance and lack of trust. It will just be one
kick and I'm not even wearing shoes."
"Please Master i want so much to please you and i trust you totally.
Please Master, kick my balls! Kick me in the balls Master, please!
Master's face spread into a wide grin. "Prepare yourself, keep those
legs wide apart."
Instinctively my legs had moved closer together, i couldn't help myself.
"Arms and legs wide apart, in an X formation, NOW!"
I began to perspire, my breathing was fast and shallow. Like a small
child i began to whimper pathetically. But i concentrated on keeping my
limbs as far apart as possible, vulnerable, flat on the carpet, looking
up at Master who was towering above me at my feet. He ordered me to keep
my eyes open, not to flinch and to shut up, i was to take the kick
without moving or making a sound. The sight of Master standing so tall
was magnificent, i gazed up from His firm legs to His ball sac and cock,
marvelling at his manly power, then up again to his hairy chest. But it
was also a fearful sight, i knew what pleasure He would gain and how
gleefully He would take it.
In a flash it was done, i writhed and squealed unable to believe it had
hurt so much and then curled myself into a ball at Master's feet, crying
out an apology for my feeble response while the agony radiated in all
directions from my bollocks. Immediately Master was on the floor with me,
calm as always, praising His boy for being so good.
"Hold on to me, boy. There, there, you are a good boy, well done, the
pain will soon ease." I clung around His waist, holding Him close as
possible, gripping tightly to gain strength from His presence and calm,
as Master patted my head, stroked my neck and then tenderly kissed my
forehead. My body was suffused with a deep pleasure, pride even,
emanating from the knowledge i had pleased Master and that His pleasure
was physically manifest in the pain i felt: the passion, my gift
"You may hold my cock, focus on it and hold on to it; gain strength."
I gratefully reached out to Master's rigid cock,, held it with my right
hand and moved my face closer to it, contemplating how it too had a  hold
over me. And i wanted to be there, close to it,always.
"Time to leave, boy." As I raised myself from the floor, slowly and
carefully - still tender and sore -  Master grabbed my briefs from the
chair. He held them in front of himself and began to masturbate quickly,
soon spewing a massive load of his seed into my underpants.  Gently he
helped me to put them on, puling up each leg so the soaked fabric
caressed my thighs, my arse crack and my aching balls. The sensation was
unbelievably erotic, the precious jism beginning to cool and dribble
around my skin: Sir's gift to me for my homeward journey.  That night I
slept with those white jockey briefs on my pillow, proud and grateful,
intoxicated by the musty odour of Master's man-seed.
When Master next calls i will be ready to obey.