LOVING MASTER

LOVING MASTER

ERIN O'NAILL

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He Loved Women - But He Loved His Master More! He explains his feelings this way: "Mistress gave me to him. She wanted to teach me a lesson, but when Master was done with me, I didn't want to go back. I forgot to breathe when he entered the room. He was tall, well built with rippling muscles under his tight, black t-shirt. The sizable bulge in his black jeans hinted that he was well endowed, or else he was packing. His skin was dark, a natural dark, not one created in a tanning booth. His close-cropped, brown hair was barely an inch long and stood up like the bristles of a brush. His jaw was strong, and his cheekbones sharp. He radiated danger as he removed his leather jacket and walked in a circle around me, exposed

 
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CATEGORIES: Romantic Fiction, BDSM, ManLove
KEYWORDS: m-m, male-male, gay
 

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CHAPTER ONE

I'm not really gay.

I love women. I love their smell, the satiny feel of their bodies in my hands, the slick warmth of a pussy around my cock. I love that. I crave it. I dream about it.

I just love my master more.

Mistress gave me to him. She wanted to teach me a lesson, but when Master was done with me, I didn't want to go back. Mistress had found another slave, a beautiful, young woman, and she had no need of two. Though when she first started working with the girl, she alleviated my jealousy by allowing me to use her slave, until the night she introduced me to Master.

She bound us together, face to face, naked. We hung from the rings in the ceiling. Our wrists were strapped together so we could entwine our fingers during Mistress's torture. Ankles were bound to rings in the floor, ensuring our immobility and keeping us both spread wide. My only adornment was a cock ring, and the girl wore a pair of nipple clamps. We thrust into one another while Mistress worked us over with the flogger, striking the back of a thigh, then a shoulder. Sometimes the errant finger of the flogger would graze my balls, and I would whimper a little, biting back the desire to beg Mistress to truly dominate me. I closed my eyes and relished the stinging slap of the leather on my bare skin and the girl's writhing motions against my body. We were both on the verge of flying, sweating and moaning with pleasure and pain, when the doorbell rang. Mistress left us for only a moment, just long enough to answer the door.

I forgot to breathe when he entered the room. He was tall, well built with rippling muscles under his tight, black t-shirt. The sizable bulge in his black jeans hinted that he was well endowed, or else he was packing. His skin was dark, a natural dark, not one created in a tanning booth. His close-cropped, brown hair was barely an inch long and stood up like the bristles of a brush. His jaw was strong, and his cheekbones sharp. He radiated danger as he removed his leather jacket and walked in a circle around me after Mistress untied the girl, leaving me bound and exposed before this stranger.

His eyes raked over my naked body, taking in the welts left from Mistress's whipping. He fondled my cock, and I stiffened when he spread the cheeks of my ass to examine my rosebud. His breath tickled my cheek when he leaned close and said, "Have you had a cock inside your sweet, little ass?"

A chill coursed down my back, and I searched for Mistress. She had the girl bent over a table, fucking her and totally ignoring me. I swallowed hard, and finally found my voice, "No, sir."

His finger trailed down my crack and pressed against my opening. I shivered at the sudden intrusion. I wanted to scream for Mistress. I wanted her to send this stranger away, but at the same time, I wanted to know. Being fucked by a man had long been my secret fantasy. I'm not gay, but I wanted to know. I gasped when his finger intruded a little more. "I'm going to put my cock in this tight little hole, Slave. Did your mistress ever fuck you?"

The intrusion pressed in a little more. A pleasant little burn had started in my backside. "No, sir."

The finger left. I could hear him moving behind me, but he stayed out of my sight. I could only watch my mistress fuck her girl. The first sharp slap to my backside drew a cry from me. I recognized the implement, a heavy wooden paddle, both from the sound of it striking my bare flesh and the familiar sting. Ten hard swats, five to each cheek were delivered in rapid succession, then Master paused to whisper, "Did your mistress use a plug in your ass?"

"Once, sir."

"Only once?" I nodded. Two more stinging swats landed on my tender flesh. "I prefer words."

"Yes, sir." He said nothing, but eight more swats heated up my ass. Tears stung my eyes. My mistress had paddled me before, but nothing like this. Her blows didn't have this strength behind them, and this man seemed to know what I liked. It hurt, but at the core of my being, it felt so good. I closed my eyes, riding the high, reveling in the pleasure uncoiling inside me.

"You won't be coming, Slave." His hand was on my cock, and his breath was in my ear. "Not for a very long time, and only then, if I'm pleased with you." He squeezed my balls, pulled at the tender flesh, and I thrust against his hand, afraid and eager all at once. "So anxious. Have you sucked cock? A real cock."

I licked my lips, more than a little apprehensive. Mistress had never given me this sort of pleasure before. She knew my fantasies, but she had never fulfilled a single one. Once she'd learned of my desire to be with a man, she took great pleasure in denying me that sort of interaction. "No, sir." He rubbed the reddened globes of my ass and pushed them apart.

I felt him kneel, and an involuntary cry left my lips when something warm and wet rasped over my asshole. Master's tongue, I realized. His lips were against my cheek a minute later. "Once I fuck you, you will belong to me. Your mistress says you've always wanted to be with a man. Is that true?"

I swallowed hard and nodded, but remembered before he could spank me again. "Yes, sir."

He said nothing, only walked away for a moment. Mistress watched with her girl cradled against her chest. A cruel smile played about her lips, but she said nothing.

His breath was against my cheek a moment later. "I'm going to stretch you now." A cap popped open. Lube, I realized, recognizing the chill stuff when it touched that sensitive place. I gasped and thrust my hips forward, away from his touch. He circled my hole with his finger, and I stopped fighting. Soft lips touched my shoulder, and a shiver rolled down my back. A moan left my lips when his lube-slicked finger pressed inside me, worked in and out for a moment, then pressed deeper, curling up to graze my prostate. I pushed back against his finger, wanting more, craving the soft burn that slowly gave way to pleasure. My head tilted back. More lube and a second finger joined the first. I had never felt anything quite like this, not even when Mistress had used a plug on me. Master knew how to touch. He brought me close to the brink of orgasm several times, before slowing down his motions.

I whimpered when his fingers withdrew. "Don't worry, Slave, I have something better." He unzipped his pants, and I moaned softly. My cock had never been so hard, and I'd forgotten all about Mistress and her new pet. My fantasy was about to come true. The sound of foil tearing drew me back to reality. Master's hands touched my hips with a surprisingly gentle grip. "You will say halt if you need me to stop."

"Yes, sir," I whispered, gasping when the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. I won't lie. It hurt at first. His cock was longer and thicker than fingers, and I tensed after the head was inside.

 
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