Mean Master, Part 1.
I met another master online who had an impressive profile. He was into a lot of the same things that I am into, and he sounded serious. This master had an interest in using my slave, and I had an interest in serious doms who wanted to use my slave. He and I exchanged messages over the course of weeks, discussing different scenarios for using my boy. This one was creative. He had lots of good ideas for ways to ratchet up the intensity of the scene, and I had a few of my own. We agreed that the way it would go down would be that I would restrain my slave in the sling, then I would walk out, go downstairs, let Mean Master in, and then he would go upstairs and walk in, while I would go out for about an hour.
We continued our e-mail and text message exchanges in anticipation of the scene with my slave. As the time grew nearer for the scene, I had an idea that I shared with Mean Master. I suggested that I only make my slave think that I have left out of the house. In fact, I would remain there in a voyeuristic capacity, which I get off on. We also came up with a modification to the plan where instead of me putting slave into the sling in advance, I let Mean Master take care of all that. Our new plan called for Mean Master to be waiting in my house for my slave. I would be in another room, out of sight, so my slave would think I was out. This allowed Mean Master to take more control over the scene, and could also prove unsettling to my slave, which was at least part of the point. I liked this fucker. He had balls and a good head. I was looking forward to the scene.
On the appointed day and time, Mean Master showed up. My slave wasn’t home yet. I answered the door and noted that Mean Master looked smaller in person than he did in his photos. He had a runner’s build, maybe 5 feet 11 inches, probably 175 pounds. He had brown hair, with some flecks of gray, and blue eyes. He was dressed all in black, which I liked. So Mean Master walked in, had kind of a cocky air about him, which I dig. He started talking to me about what he was about to do, how cool it had been that we put so much planning into it, how much he was going to enjoy it, etc. Out of the blue Mean Master says to me, “So you’re a master, eh? Have you ever sucked cock?” I was taken aback by the question. This was not part of the script we had planned. The question, I think, was rhetorical. I mean, come on. I had been sexually active at that point for maybe 22 years. As a gay man having sex with other men for 22 years, I did suck cock at least once or twice. It is not as though I did it all the time, since my orientation over those 22 years was mostly all top.
I answered Mean Master honestly, as I would anyone. I said “Yes, I’ve sucked cock before. Haven’t you?” Mean Master said to me “Well, you’re going to suck mine now.” I chuckled and said, “Oh, am I?” He didn’t really respond to my question directly. Instead he pushed me down to the floor, kind of taunted me, tried to break through my defenses. He pressed the question of me wanting to sub to him. He insisted that I wanted to suck his cock, and that I would. He suggested that he wanted me at his house at some point, where he’d keep me locked up for as long as he wanted, and do whatever he wanted to me. This unexpected twist was, admittedly, arousing. I was rock hard there, kneeling before him.
Next he unzips his black jeans and pulls out his cock. It was about 7 inches and of respectable girth. He was precumming already, and he whacked me on the side of the face with his boner. Then he forced it into my mouth and said “Suck my dick, faggot.” Something inside me made me want to submit to this intense fucker. So I sucked his dick, and sucked it like I meant it. I tasted his salty sweet precum on my tongue, and didn’t mind it. He was a rough MF. He kept talking about me being his bitch, what he was going to do to me when he had me at his house, etc. He pushed my head down hard on his rock hard cock. He’d pepper his talk with “Suck it, bitch.” And things like “You’re my cocksucker now.” He told me to lay on the bed on my back, with my head hanging off the edge. Then he fucked my throat with his cock, using it like any other warm hole. All the while he kept saying things that implied he was in control, that he was calling the shots, and on some level, trying to humiliate me for what I was doing. “You call yourself a Master? Look at you now, master. Sucking my dick like a faggot,” he said.
Then as quickly as it began, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. My jaw by then was sore from the stretching. I’m not used to having a cock in my mouth, and it had been a while. I totally didn’t see this twist coming. The funny thing about it was that I didn’t really find it distasteful at all. I admired this fucker’s ballsy approach. I surmised that either he sensed something about me that suggested he could flip me, or he just liked a challenge. Maybe the way I looked at him, maybe my relative newness as a master, maybe just his arrogance alone propelled him. But whatever the reason, it worked. The chemistry was just right, and the moment was right, and he’d made me his sub bitch, if only for a few minutes. I had to respect what he’d done.
The time was growing near that my slave would be home, so we took our positions. Mean Master would wear a ski mask, and I would take my position in the other room, out of sight. My boy was running late, so there was this heady period during which we just waited. Since we were waiting, I stepped out and talked some more with Mean Master. We went over some of the details again, reviewed the limits, etc. Mean Master respected limits, even though he also seemed to like to push them. As I stood there talking with him, I pondered the scenario he described while I was sucking his cock. Me taken as his captive at his house. I wasn’t sure I could trust him enough to let him do that with me, but he sure had me pondering the idea.
Finally, I heard my slave’s key in the door, which was my queue to slip back into the other room.
To be continued.
i can’t believe u submitted to him, he sure is a mean master to get u too suck his cock,i don’t see u as the submissive one though, if he did that to u, i wonder what he did to your poor slave, can’t wait to read the rest.