Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2020 00:49:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: obd4@aol.com
Subject: When Master Calls (6)

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When Master Calls (6)

I feel Master's breath warm, close to my ear, but can't see him. His
right hand is gripping my balls as though in a vice; the pain so severe i
fear i may scream, or maybe i will even pass out; i can think of nothing
else but its severity, surely they'll be crushed for ever; His silence
is ominous, usually when i arrive i must first strip while Master greets
me with a flick to a nipple or a swift slap to my arse, He may even ask
how i am and offer a friendly greeting.

Today is so different.

No sooner am i through His door than he thrusts his hand up the leg of
the worn nylon shorts i've been instructed to wear, the thin, cheap,
multi pack briefs are dragged to one side and his hand has my ball sac
firmly in its grip. I immediately show my obeisance by raising my arms
and clasping my hands together behind my head, thrusting my hips forward
and legs apart to ensure He has total access with minimum effort.

He is still silent. Unbelievably, the grip gets tighter, i summon all my
training and all my energy to focus on His pleasure, to make my surrender
not only complete but an expression of joy, reminding myself of my
dedication, my purpose and the most complete satisfaction of all: the
realisation that i am pleasing a real man.

Softly He is speaking, the voice which means all to me. "It's ok boy,
you may scream if it hurts." Such understanding and kindness elevates my
pain to a kind of passion, i feel a new wave of joy in being able to give
so much and i allow my head to fall back to feel his cheek against my
neck as He leans in to lick it.  I do not scream; i gasp; i sob and i
thank Him profusely for the pain through which He has allowed me to offer
this service.

Releasing His grip, Master leads me into the living room where He sits
and instructs me to remove my clothes. I kneel before him and am allowed
to bury my head between His legs, inhaling the powerful mansmell of His
crotch. His knees and calves are already scissoring me in a fixed
position so i can breathe no other air than that which emanates from his
person: such bliss. Master asks how i am and i reply, "My little
bollocks ache sir but i hope i served you well, if i did then i am
happy."
Master's hand ruffles my hair and i know i have pleased Him, i dare to
look up and He smiles, but there is menace in His smile. He tells me to
open my mouth and spits a wad neatly inside. "Thank you, Sir, may i
swallow?" And permission is granted. His spittle is savoured and makes
me dare to wish that later i may even be gifted his thick, warm semen,
the fluid i nightly dream of.

"Move cunt!"  i scuttle on all fours across the room, not entirely sure
which way to go or what is to happen. A complete change of mood. Master
reaches for His phone and is soon scrolling through Fabguys. Within
minutes He is chatting, "Yea he'll do anything you like that's safe,
he's a total slut and loves to serve, he'll do whatever I say.  Get
here when you can mate!"
This isn't the first time Master has invited another man to join us. I
remain on the floor, now following instructions to lie flat out on my
belly with arms extended before me. Master flicks on the tv and ignores
me completely.  One of His dogs enters, pads around me and jumps on to
the sofa to settle for a rest, showing that it has more rights than do i
in Master's house.

 When the doorbell rings Master throws me a blindfold and tells me on no
account must i remove it.  The visitor is brought in and offered a beer,
i sense he is sitting very close and Master starts to talk. "What do you
want him to do, he's not bad at sucking." They discuss me as though i
am goods to be bought, "Not a bad arse, bit chunky, tits a bit like a
girl's, touch em and he squeals, you can do what you like with `em;
teeth sometimes a bit sharp when he sucks but let me know if  he catches
you and I'll fucking thrash him".

It is agreed that all he wants is a blow job, and i am guided to his seat
where i can hear him fumbling with his trousers and underpants, Master
pushes my head forward and the rank smell of unwashed cock hits me.
Instinctively like a trained animal i open my mouth and push out my
tongue; the cock is much smaller than Master's and a little limp, but i
know i must treat it with respect, i am pleasing Master by serving this
visitor, nothing else matters. But i begin to ignore the ripe smells and
in a very short time a spunkload is pulsing down my throat, the man makes
embarrassed noises, pull his pants back on and is gone from the house.

Master laughs, pulls off my blindfold and gathers me to Him, "Did you
enjoy that boy, you must speak honestly?"
"No Sir, the smell was overpowering, i love the smell of your cock,
Master, and to lick underneath your foreskin to make it clean, but this
man's cock was rank."
"Good boy, you have shown me how obedient you are and I shan't make you
do anything like that again. Perhaps you have now received enough
punishment for the disobedience you showed  on your last visit."
With that He lets me nuzzle into his naked crotch and suck on his cock as
though seeking comfort after a bad dream.  When His jism spurts into my
mouth i am complete. When Master calls next i cannot guess what may be in
store!