Gay phone sex lovers meet for the first time, one dominant, one submissive. Will the top make the bottom into the cocksucking sissy fag that he knows he longs to be or will the submissive resist the dominant charm of a sexy gay phone sex stud?

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Gay Phone Sex Erotica, A Story of Gay Phonesex Lovers Meeting for the First Time (M/m, BDSM) "The Perfect Master"

I met Sir Stephen at the airport. Such a pretentious name, I knew he was British and I wondered if the title was deserved or a poser domination thing. We had talked extensively by email, phone and instant messenger. Online, his personality was directly aggressive, so much so he made me uncomfortable at times, not for my safety, just the rise he made in my boxers. He made it clear what he liked and made sure I understood what he expected. He was a lifestyle dominant and I was nothing to him but a potential bitch. I knew this and the idea drove me insane. I longed to be owned totally, with my every breath and thought controlled by a higher power, but these top's, for the most part, had disappointed me. They were all about Total Power Exchange until it was time for real life to intrude. That's the part I hated most, getting my hopes up for nothing. We had not met in person, but we did email each other quite a bit and spent a few hours on the phone. He slowly started to exert his domination upon me in subtle ways. First, he would get me to say things on the phone while I was at work or at home. Had anyone overheard it, it would have been embarrassing to explain why I was saying "I want you to feed me your cock" and "Please fuck my ass" and things like that to someone on the phone. At times, he had me begging over and over to be allowed to crawl to him and suck him off in front of others. I was well warned at what was expected ed of me, but as always, I thought it a game. A mind fuck a bored and lonely gay man had devised to pass the time while he jacked off. I never dreamed my master was a real one. I only dreamed of it. He moved from these types of games to actually have me orgasm on the phone. First, it was safe, like late at night when my house was quiet. My wife slept the sleep of the dead, but sometimes when he made me get louder, I could hear her stirring. I wondered if she ever thought anything, but by then it didn't matter. It eventually expanded to having me jerk off in my office on the speakerphone, explaining what I was doing, shouting when I finally erupted, and loudly slurp up my cum from my hand afterwards. I was humiliated, but I loved every minute of it. I'm sure my assistant knew as well, though I'm sure she thought it was some blowsy dominatrix who was making me into a sissy slut.

Then there was the call that I was looking forward to and dreaded at the same time. "I'm flying in this weekend. I have us a room to use at the Westin and I want you to pick me up and drive me to my hotel. Any objections, slave boy?" Of course I said no, but inside me a conflict was raging. Did I really want to explore all the homosexual bondage and discipline fantasies that had plagued me since I was a teen? I can remember being in the locker room with all the other guys and them making fun of my small penis. It has humiliated and excited me at the same time. Sometimes when they had been particularly cruel, I would go into the showers and jerk off. One time, a big black jock caught me and had made me give him head right there. I was in heaven. I knew I shouldn't want it, I had a wife, kids in school, a mortgage, a Mercedes, everything a man could want, except a hard cock up his ass and piss for champagne, the piss of a dominant male who knew how to put a little sissy boy like me in his true place, at the boots of a real man. After giving me the flight information, he abruptly hung up. He didn't wait to see if I was available or if I actually wanted to pick him up. But it didn't matter to him, or to me, for that matter. I knew what I was going to do, I was going to do it, my rock hard dick and my gaping, open and craving asshole wouldn't have it any other way. I needed this, more than anything I'd ever wanted, needed. I had to have this man's cock inside me. I had to become his bitch slut or I'd wonder forever about the life I had missed. I saw him in the terminal, looking GQ in his Armani suit and his $200 haircut. The Stewardess giggled when he made a little joke coming out of the gate. He didn't even acknowledge her, he was looking for someone else, then he saw me. He knew me from my photo and walked up smiling. "Take my bags, cocksucker," he said loudly enough to be overheard. The Stewardess who had been looking at him so seductively turned a bright shade of red and walked off in a huff. I was bright red, too, everyone around us had heard and some teenage boys were looking at me and snickering. My cock had never been harder...

I blushed and took his carry on and laptop case. He took my arm gently, like a lover, and walked with me to the baggage claim. After he loaded me down with his luggage and we made our way to my car. "Give me your keys," he ordered. I complied unhesitatingly. I was enamored by this graceful, masculine god who I knew was my one true master. I had found paradise, I was sure. We drove and he told me that he expected that I would stay with him until Monday morning when he was taking a flight. I had already planned for this, my wife and kids were at her mother's and weren't due back til Monday, either. I had told my wife I was going to do some catch up work at the office, she never called anyway, so everything was covered. He had meetings later in the day, but wanted me to wait in the hotel room as he took my car to his various meetings. "Plus, there are a few things I need to pick up," he added. I wondered if those things were meant to torture me, god I hoped those things were meant to torture me... We checked in and I drug his luggage into his suite. It was large, with a jacuzzi and a large bed that I knew was for his comfort. The small pull out on the floor beside it was for me. I knew I should be grateful, but I had wanted to sleep in his arms. He checked his watch and told me that he'd be back after a while. In the meantime, he told me to sit in a chair and not to move until he returned. To make things interesting, he had me bend over and pull down my shorts while he lubed and then inserted a large anal plug that was much bigger than anything I'd had in my rectum. I wondered if I could sit still but I sat as still as I could and wondered what was in store for me. The stretching of my ass was starting to get to me and I'll admit, I fidgeted more than a little but I didn't move.

It was difficult to wait, as I had a couple of cups of coffee while I waited for his flight. My bladder was full and becoming more uncomfortable with each passing minute. The pressure of the plug against my prostate wasn't helping matters, either. But for some reason, I dared not move. Instead, I sat and soon the sheer drudgery of sitting got the best of me. I soon drifted to sleep, my poor bladder close to bursting and my ass well and truly filled by the plug my master had fitted my worthless asshole with. I awoke with a start, as the door slammed. He looked over at me and he was not smiling. "This is not what I intended when I told you to sit and wait. You should have been alert and eager to see me when I arrived. How are you supposed to be a good slave if you use the time I give for you to ponder your servitude with self gratification?" I managed to stammer out the beginning of an apology, but he cut me short. "Let's get this straight, you're here for my pleasure and only for my pleasure. Therefore, you'll do exactly as you are told and speak only when spoken to. You will not think for yourself this weekend, this is your training time and your only concern should be pleasing me. Do you understand?" "Um, yes," I replied, with a slight hesitation, not really understanding what he expected from me. "What?! If you have any reservations, then I suggest you find the door right now, because I don't like my time wasted. Now, either you're in this fully or you're not, but the moment you agree, there's no turning back. You might not enjoy some of the things I do to you and that I have you do, but there is a reason for everything. As long as it pleases me, it pleases you as well. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said, this time a little more emphatically. "Yes, what?", he asked me. "Yes, sir"

"That's more like it. Now, I'll admit I was not as specific as I should have been, so we'll let your indiscretion go this time, but you've had your one and only fuck up. Now, to show your appreciation, you will crawl to me on your belly like the little worm you are, understood?."I gulped. I had no idea that this is where I would be taken. I know we wrote emails back and forth and I told him about my fantasies, but that's all they were. I mean, that's all they were, until now. But, I had my chance to leave and I didn't take it. I was in for the long haul, so I went to my knees, then to my belly and slunk to his feet. I was slithering like a snake by the time I got there, my arousal apparent. "Good. You've demonstrated that you're on board. Now, you will kindly rise and sit back where you were." I got up and started walking over to my previous seat, but he stopped me halfway there. "You look like you're having some trouble walking. I didn't notice that before. What's wrong?" he asked. "Well, sir, my bladder is kind of full and I would like to be able to use the bathroom, if I may. Sir.", I revealed. He said,"You can go to the bathroom. You've demonstrated great resolve and I commend you for it. Please feel free to relieve yourself." I started for the bathroom, but he stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?", he asked me grinning evilly. "Well, sir, you said I could relieve myself, so I am going to the bathroom.", I stammered. "You are correct I've allowed you to relieve yourself, but no one said anything about going to the bathroom. Feel free to relieve yourself right where you're standing.", the look on his face telling me he was completely serious. "Sir, you mean in my clothes?" I was shocked. "Now, you're getting it. In fact, I want to see you do it right . . . NOW!" With that, I realized that I had no other choice. But try as I might, my conditioning made it impossible to relieve myself in my pants. I could see that he was getting impatient, which only increased my stress. I began to panic. I did not want to displease him again. "Do you think I have all day? Get on with it.", he asked me impatiently. "Sir, I-I'm trying", I whispered, humiliated beyond belief. I started feeling tears welling up. I realized that I was feeling the humiliation of a small boy and I reached back in my mind to a place in time when something like this could be possible. With that thought, my piss streamed freely, staining the front of my pants. I began to cry outright, humiliated at the display I was making for my master. I could feel the hot urine running down into my shoes, I was so ashamed and I wondered what he was thinking as he looked at me so enigmatically."Good. That was an excellent first step. Now, I'm thirsty. Call room service and have them deliver a bottle of white wine and a bottle of Evian." I went to the phone, tears still staining my face. I called and placed the order. I stood by the phone and awaited further instruction.

"OK. While we wait we need to get some ground rules straight. First, you will always do exactly what I tell you when I want you to. You will be completely compliant and quick about it. Let's try a test. Drop your pants." I quickly fumbled at my belt, clasp and zipper, but I quickly dropped my pants to the floor. I stood there, in my stained black boxer shorts. Through them you could see my semi-erect penis. "Good. Now, come over here." I managed to walk over in humiliating fashion with my feet trapped in my lowered pants. "Now, you will need a reminder about responding completely. Bend over and grab your ankles." I did as I was told and waited. He reached his thumb into my boxer briefs and lowered them until my rear was exposed. I could hear him rustling with his clothes and soon I felt the flick of his belt across my exposed rump. It surprised me, but it didn't hurt, so I waited. The belt bit into my soft assflesh over and over, never hurting, just stinging and reddening my cheeks. I felt like a small boy being punished by his father for some small infraction, my shorts at my feet and my bare, red ass high in the air. I held that position for what seemed like hours, but then without warning I felt a stronger lash, then another and another, each successive one was harder than the one before it. Soon the pain became intense and as the pain increased, I could feel my cock straining. I stopped counting at 15, when there was a knock on the door. I flinched a bit, but he ordered me to remain as I was. I heard him walk over and between my knees I could see the doorway. he opened it and there stood the room service waiter with a tray and the bottle of wine and water. I realized that if he looked over my master's shoulder, he would see me in my abject state. I saw him grin a bit, I know he was sizing up the scene and wondered what he'd tell his co-worker's later.

"Room service," the waiter called out. "Please come in," my master instructed. My heart fell. Clearly, my humiliation would be there for the waiter to witness and no doubt, my condition would be the subject of hotel gossip today and for years to come no doubt. But I remained in my position. The waiter stared openly at my brazen position. He couldn't help it, I know, who would have been able to? I could see the waiter pause with the rolling tray as he entered and saw me, red butt out. "Oh, don't worry about that. He's been bad and he's being punished now. It's no concern of yours." But the waiter was clearly unnerved. "Please come in and deliver the wine. You can see that he's just fine. Tell him, won't you?" I realized then that i would have to address the waiter in my position. "Yes, I am fine and I am in no trouble," I replied. "See. That should satisfy you. Now, would you be so kind as to open the wine for me please?" "Oh, um, I'm sorry. Yes, I'll open it, but it's just I haven't seen anything like this before.", the waiter explained. "Well, there's really nothing to concern yourself with. It might not look like it, but he's really enjoying himself, isn't that right? Would you like to help with his discipline a bit?", My Master asked."Yes, sir. I think that I would.", he answered, so My Master told him to take his pants down to his ankles and sit on the sofa. When the waiter was in place, with a stiff cock waiting for me, My Master told me to crawl to him and show him what a good cocksucker he was. I had only sucked one cock before and naturally expected the next one to belong to My Master. When I looked at him questioningly, he slapped me hard and told me to start sucking it. I knew it was my destiny so I opened my mouth wide and took in all 7inches of the waiter's cock. I could tell My Master was well pleased that I had done it so quickly, so unthinkingly. Then the waiter came and things went somewhat back to normal aside from the bitter taste of the spunk I'd just swallowed. As the waiter prepared to open the wine, it was clear he was mesmerized by my situation. He simply could not take his eyes off the spectacle that was there before him. I felt my face redden as the humiliation welled up inside me. He had seen and experienced my slavery and I knew he'd tell everyone he knew, probably leaving the part about the blowjob out. The waiter managed to open the wine without cutting his thumb open. My master tipped the waiter and directed him out of the room. With the door shut, I could barely make out his loud guffaw and his "OHMYGAWD!" as the waiter walked down the hall away from my master's room. I could feel my face blaze with humiliation. This went well beyond what I had ever expected. I mean, I thought we'd have some kinky fun and that would be the end of it. Yet, this man was able to get me to do things that I would have never thought possible. And I stuck around for more."You did very, very well. I thought for sure that you'd balk at that, but you showed yourself a very worthy slave. You may stand up straight . . . now." I had waited for that specific instruction. I found myself giving my self control completely over to this man who just a few short hours before was merely few blips on the computer screen and a disembodied voice over the phone. I was embarrassed, but somehow felt relieved to be free to subject myself to this man's will. This man was the Master I'd dreamed of for years and I was so hard I thought my cock would break! "I think we've had you sit around in those nasty clothes long enough. You may strip completely and place your clothes in that chair . . . now."

I stripped quickly, but not hurriedly. I felt that some how of decorum in what I was doing would be more respectful to him. So, I undressed completely, placed my clothes in the chair, and stood before him, totally naked. It was an exhilarating feeling and I could feel my cock stiffen just a little more. I knew he found me attractive or we wouldn't be here. He'd insisted on honesty when we'd exchanged pictures. Perhaps I was lighter in the pics he had, but that was nothing. He watched me intently. Then he walked around me, as if he was one of those judges in a dog show, checking out the best in breed. I kept my head straight forward and fought the urge to follow him with my eyes. I wanted him to acknowledge me, but the best I could hope for was his cold and indifferent inspection. It made me hot and cold at the same time. "Very good. You look like a fine specimen, although you could do with about ten fewer pounds, but never mind. Walk straight ahead towards the door . . . now."I did exactly as I was told and walked directly to the door. I did not turn around or do anything other than stop when I got there."Very good. You will turn and then go to your knees . . . now." I immediately did as I was told the moment he told me to do it. When I turned I saw that he was walking to the curtained window. He opened the curtain and slid the door open so that the afternoon air entered the room. He turned and then sat at the edge of the bed. "You will now crawl on your hands and knees to me . . . now." I again did exactly as I was told. As the space between us closed, I could feel my excitement growing. I found myself on my knees directly before him, with my cock as hard as it has ever been before. When I stopped, I could feel it and my balls sway gently."You will undo my zipper, and then lick my underwear . . . now." I fumbled at his zipper for a moment, at which point he gave me a hard clap up against my head. Clearly, I was too eager and too clumsy. My left ear stung, but I slowed down and this time more competently undid his zipper. I spied his gray silk shorts underneath and planted my tongue right on it, licking for all I was worth. I could taste the salty precum that he'd leaked, it tasted good and I wanted more. As I licked, I could feel him stiffen. From what I could tell, he was not packing a derringer, that's for sure. I licked and focused on the shaft that was expanding quite nicely. "Take my cock out." He didn't have to tell me twice. I slowly lowered the top of his silk boxers and allowed the swelling head to peak out. I smelled the musky aroma of a sexually excited man and waited for my next instructions. It was throbbing already in my hand and leaking from the tip, just a little. "You like what you see, don't you?", what a redundant question for him to ask me..."Yes, sir.", I moaned, loving the sight of his rigid member so close to my face. "You want to feel it in your mouth and you want you slide your tongue up and down it, don't you?", he questioned. "Yes, sir," I managed to stammer. "'Yes, sir' what?", he growled... "Yes, sir. I want to suck your cock in my mouth and then slide my tongue up and down until you fill my mouth with your cum," I answered. "Do you like sucking cock, son?", he questioned me playfully. "Yes, sir. I love sucking cock.", I answered, wholeheartedly ready to slurp on his schlong. "Very well. We'll see if you do."

With that, my master abruptly got up and walked to the phone. He fixed his pants on the way, tucking his shirt in neatly. He picked up the receiver and called room service, ordering some extra glasses for the wine he had just ordered. I realized at that moment what was going to happen next. I waited on my knees as he absent-mindedly worked on something in his Palm Pilot. After a while, there was a knock on the door. A familiar voice called out, "Room service!"My master opened the door and invited the waiter from earlier into the room. I could see he was curious as to what was happening as he craned his neck around my master's to see where I was and, presumably, what I was doing. He quickly spotted me on the floor, naked, on my knees, in front of the bed where my master had left me. "Thanks for being so quick. You can see that he hasn't been hurt. In fact, he's kind of been waiting for you."The waiter had a look of surprise and maybe a bit of amusement on his face. "Really? Again? ". "Yes, really again. In fact, he was telling me just a moment ago how much he liked sucking you when you came in earlier and how much he loved the taste of your jizz. Isn't that right?"He looked over at me and it was clear from his face what I was to say. "Yes. That's right.", I said quickly. "What's right? You're going to have to be plainer."I could feel my cheeks reddening, but the hard on I sported did not abate. "It's right that I liked him when I saw him and that I loved sucking his cock." Now, he was nothing to look at, really. He was kind of skinny in an unhealthy kind of way, like he smoked more than he ate. His hair was kind of stringy, but he did have amazing blue eyes. Right now, those eyes were moving from me, to my master, and back to me. He shifted uneasily on his feet. "Listen, I don't what you're thinkin', we had some kinky fun, but I'm not sure if I want to do it again, I'm not a homo or anything....", the waiter stammered..."I didn't think that you were. Nope, you're way too manly for that. But, you see, this guy is and he wants to suck your dick again and even the cocks of your friends that might need some relief. And you DO like having your cock sucked don't you? I mean everybody does. What difference does it make who's doing it? You know, you'd make him a very happy fag if you let him suck your cock." He looked around the room nervously, maybe thinking there was a hidden camera somewhere and some version of America's Queerest Home Videos was going on. "Weeeeellllll, I don't know.", he complained. "C'mon. You'll make this little cocksuckers life, wouldn't it." I gulped and nodded yes. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." Again, I felt the blood rush to my head. "Oh, please let me suck your co, SIr! It would make my life it you would just let me suck your cock again, it tasted sooo wonderful the first time and I would love to taste it all night long." "See. What did I tell you? You'll do it, won't you? And you don't mind if I take pictures? Your face won't be in any of them. AND there will be a nice tip in it for you if you do. And then when we're done, you can help me find some other cocks for him to devour, for a fee, of course."Well, I guess the words "blow job" and "tip" did the trick, because he finally said "Sure. I'd hate to let the little fag down.", the waiter replied cheerfully."OK, that's the spirit! Now, just sit right there on the edge of the bed. My friend will take care of the rest."The waiter marched to the end of the bed and sat down. He started unbuckling his belt, but my master stopped him, insisting that I would enjoy doing that myself.

I moved my hands to the waiter's belt and began undoing it. I could hear a click as my master began taking pictures with a camera he had in his brief case. I finished with his belt, undid the clasp and zipper, exposing a pair of whitie titghties that had seen better days.The waiter's cock seemed kind of soft, but it almost instantly reacted when I touched it to expose it. This time he was more sure of himself and he knew exactly what his place was in our game. I began running my tongue long the entire length underneath and watched in amazement as it stiffened more and more and even more. Before I knew it, this sickly waiter displayed a thickly veined seven inches which was leaking copious amounts of precum. It seemed to have grown in the hour since I'd sucked it before. I my tongue up and down his shaft, thinking of how I must be pleasing both the waiter and, more importantly, my master. I soon engulfed it and sucked down the entire length quickly, which elicited a loud gasp. Looking up, the waiter's eyes were tightly closed as he no doubt imagined being sucked by some woman, instead of me. I began moving up and down his cock, all the while the camera flashed.Well, I could tell that this guy wasn't getting any regular sex. It wasn't very long before he started breathing heavily and humping his hips, driving his cock deep into my throat. He started getting carried away, as he grabbed my head and began fucking my face with his dick. All I could do was to remain calm so as not to choke, but his "Oh yeahs" and "That's its" told me he was close. As he ravaged my face, the camera kept up it's incessant clicking. Spit dribbled out of my mouth and down my cheeks. Tears were coming to my eyes. Finally, his motions became more sporadic and he filled my mouth with his juice as he screamed. His cum flooded my mouth, but I was able to control it as it slid down my throat. After a few final spasms, he fell back on the bed, exhausted."Well, don't be rude. Make sure he's completely clean."With that, I moved up and sucked every bit of cum still dribbling from his cock and the stray amounts that splashed on his belly. He twitched as I licked his sensitive head. "Well, wasn't that just grand? You two certainly put on quite a show. Alright, it's time for you to go and here's a little something for your trouble."My master placed a $20 bill in the waiter's hand as he struggled to get to his feet. Hastily tucking his shirt in and cinching his belt, he mumbled a "thanks" and walked out without so much as a backward glance."You were right," my master said. "You really do like to suck cock."The statement filled me with pride, but I didn't know why. I stayed on my knees where moments before the waiter filled my mouth and throat with his cum. I could still taste the seminal fluid and even felt a little trickling down my chin. I dared not move, so I let it drip down off my chin onto my chest as I waited for further orders. "I really was worried about you earlier, frankly. You seemed unlikely to submit and I took you for someone who could talk a good game, but it's clear you can submit. I am really very pleased."My master's words comforted me and filled me with pride. It was a kind of perverse pride, thinking back on it. To be prideful of allowing someone to photograph me while I sucked a total stranger's cock is not what one ordinarily thinks about when one considers accomplishments. Yet, I was able to repress my immediate unconscious response to refuse and submit my will to this man's whims. "You have demonstrated your ability to debase yourself and accept whatever comes. You may now begin stroking yourself, and it's apparent that you do want that." I looked down and saw that my hardon had not diminished one bit. My penis stood straight out from my body and the lust welled up within me. I wanted to cum so bad, and I was eager for any kind of release. So, I lowered my hand to my penis and began stroking slowly, rolling my foreskin around my head. My master watched me intently, but he did not move from his spot. He simply let me take myself as far as I could go. I was determined to get some response out of this stoic, so I began grinding my hips. I grabbed my balls with my free hand and stroked my hole from time to time. I really took my time and started to almost forget he was watching. I could see myself in the mirror obscenely pleasuring myself. "That's enough!"

I stopped immediately. It was an effort to do so, as I was shaking and oh so close to cumming. And, it was clear that that was exactly what my master wanted. At this point, I was so excited and aroused, that there as nothing I wouldn't do. And, I guess, that's exactly what was required."You really have demonstrated the lengths to which you will go to debase yourself, my little cocksucker. Now, tell me to what lengths you will go. I really want to know."I realized that I was at a heightened state of arousal. At that point in time there as very little I wouldn't do, and he seemed to know it. I gulped when he turned on the dictaphone and directed it to my face. "Sir, I am a total and complete cocksucker and whore. I loved sucking that waiter and feel his cum spurt down my throat. I would have done anything to him, for him, or anyone, for that matter, that you would have ordered. I would lay in the public square and allow anyone to use any one of my holes, and I would enjoy it. I would suck off anyone, no matter how unattractive or feeble. I am a cum sucking fag and would treasure every chance I would get to please your every whim.""I'm glad you know you're place. But let's see how you deal with it in reality. Stand and grab hold of that chair. No, arch your back a bit more."I did as I was told. I watched as he removed his belt. He did so slowly and I knew what was coming next. He strode over, his black leather belt in hand. "You will not cry out. You will stand there and accept what is coming. You are a little slut and this is what happens to those who cannot control their lust. Look at your cock standing so straight and leaking. You're enjoying your debasement and this treatment. You are no better than a common whore and this is what happens to such fags."He flayed a lick on me such I hadn't had since I was 9. The lash stung, but I didn't have time to contemplate it, as another came right on its heels. It was followed by about 8 others, but I lost count after 5. The pain was intense and he moved the spot of impact from by butt to my upper legs. I could almost feel the welts rise up. I shook with pain, but I held my position. "Very good. Let's try something else, now. Lie face first on the bed." I immediately complied. from his suitcase, he removed what appeared to be a small whip used by jockeys. I cringed at the thought, but no begging would stop what was coming next. The first hit stung more than anything I had ever felt before. The pain was sharp and intense. And it did not go away quickly, but instead lingered.My master did not swat me as quickly as he had with the belt. He took his time between smacks and the interval was not uniform. Obviously, the added torture was the uncertainty about when the next one was coming. But there was no question about if. I bit my lip hard to stifle my cries. But, eventually the pain became more intense. After about ten, I began to audibly respond. At first, it was a near inaudible cry, but after 20, the cries were unabashed. Finally, as my master neared 30, tears were streaming from my face. The pain was unbearable and my master's silence was even more fearsome. Finally, there came a point where the whipping stopped. Of course the pain continued, but it became more of a burning sensation, rather than the sharp, razor like pain I had experienced earlier. I continued to cry, but my sobs had subsided. That's when I felt the softness on my cheeks, like the sole of a woman's slipper. That's what he used on me then, over the welt's the crop had left til I was squalling and thrashing all over again, but in a different way. I dared not look around at my master. I kept my position on the bed, but I could hear him moving about. He came nearer and begin speaking."You did very well, slut. You certainly stayed in your position although you must have wanted to bolt. I am going to rub some aloe on your ass. You should see those welts."With that, he began rubbing something cold and slick on my very painful rear end. It provided near instant relief from the most intense pain. But, oddly, I found the voice of my master more soothing and comforting. I wanted to know that he appreciated my efforts and his praise erased all fear and pain more thoroughly than balm could. As he continued to smooth the aloe onto my ass, I could feel the sexual excitement that had earlier fled while I suffered. He moved his hand in ever widening circles and sometimes managed to lightly touch my balls or even my asshole. I found the urge to squirm and move so that he would touch me more often irresistible, yet I didn't want to anger him. So I remained still. After a while, he began focusing his attention on my asshole, to the point where it became obvious that it was intentional. I moaned softly as his strong, slick fingers began exploring the virgin hole, rubbing around and around the red bud. Sometimes he would insert one part of his finger only a centimeter or so in and withdraw. With each intrusion, I felt the desire well up within me to have more and more stuffed into me. Soon, the intrusions became more frequent and then deeper. Soon I was accepting one finger, then two. After a while, my master had inserted three fingers into my hole, stretching it. The lust in my guts was rising in waves. Again, I found that I would do almost anything. "I think you're ready for this." My master spoke in an absentminded way, as if almost talking to himself. It was almost like I wasn't there. And in a way, that was true. I was no longer the man who met him at the airport with fear and trepidation, mixed with intense curiosity. I was his wiling and eager sexual toy. I had transformed somehow, into an assertive male into a submissive cock whore. And I found myself gladly accepting that role. While I contemplated this, I felt something more substantial exploring my hole. It was firm, yet soft. It wasn't my master, because as I laid there I could see his pant leg and it was clear that he remained dressed. I assumed it was a dildo of some sort. "Just relax," he instructed me. "I'm sure with enough patience you'll be able to take all of this in."With that, I relaxed and waited for what would come next. And I was sure the wait wouldn't be long....
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