"Now, boy, other rules will follow, in time."
"Your training has begun, now, prove yourself!" "Get out of that chair, as you will only be allowed to sit on the floor from now on."
"Come over here and prove to me your desire, your loyalty." "Worship and suck my powerful hunk of manhood, my dick, that you want more than anything else. AROUSE ME like the lowly, faggot slut you are." "NOW!"
Immediately I slide off the chair and crawl over to Master James. His legs are spread wide and his semi-stiff cock waiting for me, and my mouth. I take and lick it with great passion. As he stiffens I run my tongue all over it as though my life depended on successfully getting him super rock hard. I lick and suck hs large, firm balls, and under them. He grabs and lights a joint from a side table, slowly smoking it as I start sucking him, taking his entire stiff rod of mahood into my mouth.
"Good, boy." "Seems you have accepted and now acknowledge your true role in my life, sub." "You no longer have a choice, sub." "There's no backing out, EVER, unless I choose to release and dump you, loan or trade you, or even sell you to another Master." "But, those are solely my decisions, slave."
Those words were clear and somewhat daunting. Yet, it was true. I made this decision to be taken and owned. It was consensual, but now my ability to control or decide anything had ended. I handed over myself to him, and only his choices made for me.
I continued sucking his dick with fervent enthusiasm. He held my head, pumping his cock deep into my throat. I continued licking and sucking like it was my life line to fulfillment.
He finished smoking the joint, grabbed my leash, pulling it hard yanking my neck and head upright off his dick.
"Get up. We're going for a walk."
I stood and he led me to the stairs where we went up to a bedroom. It was a large, well appointed space with a comfortable looking king sized bed, and an ensuite bathroom off to one side.
"This is my bedroom, slut." "It is an extreme honor and pleasure for you, or for that matter any slave, to be invited or taken here. My inner sanctuary, and the center of my fornication desires." "At first slaves are initiated, indoctrinated and my ownership consummated here." "What happens here determines your future." "UNDERSTAND, SUB?"
I nodded affirmatively, saying, "yes, Sir, an extreme honor to be brought here by you, Sir."
"OK, enough. Up on the bed."
Jumping up on the bed, which had been turned down and obviously prepared, I positioned myself in the center laying flat down. He came over and pulled leather restraints from behind the headboard. He fastened my wrists.
"Nice thick dick you got there, boy". I got immediately stiff. "And that cock head is a hum dinger, huge!." "From now on you will only play with yourself when I allow it." "And I control if and whenever you cum." "Remember, I own it, and you will be severely punished for any and all infractions. Over time I will increase your cum production as I may have purposes for it."
"It's simple, just don't do anything without my knowledge or permission."
I felt pangs of discomfort, as if I was unable to think without my Master's consideration.
He got on the bed with me and lubed up my very stiff, erect cock. I felt like I could shoot my load in a second, but knew better. Control and discipline. He purposefully rubbed my cock head to drive me crazy. I writhed fighting off my need to orgasm. He had me so heated up I felt extreme levels of horniness. It was intense.
"You see the control I have over you!" "From now on this is no longer your cock, it is MY cock!"
Taking off the restraints he handed me a bottle of poppers. "Take a couple of whiffs, now." I opened the bottle and snorted into each nostril. "Hang on to the bottle. You'll need it. Trust me."
I began to get a bit uncertain and itchy as to where it was going, and he must have sensed it. This almost seemed like a slow, predetermined ritual of his. Yet, I just had to relax.
He grabbed my legs and very forcefully looked directly into my eyes and clearly stated, "look, slut, you're getting fucked before you leave here, like it or not. You may not have expected it on a first encounter, but too bad."
"Even if I have to rape you, I will."
Those words sent a definite chill through me, as I knew he meant it. My only choice was obvious, gratefully comply.
He ordered me to turn over, lift my hips, and place my face in the pillow. I did so quickly. Grabbing my hips he positioned me and in no time at all he swiftly and forcefully penetrated my tight butthole with his stiff, rock hard cock. I shuttered in the intensity of the act. It was brutal and painful. Tears ran from my eyes on to the pillow. Totally impaled into me, his cock filling me to the max, he held it in me firmly for awhile. I immediately took more snorts of the poppers, to ease up and heighten my horniness.
Then he gradually began pulling out, but in seconds began fucking me with all his strength and might. I did everything to maintain composure. The thrusts were incredibly forceful. I've been fucked countless times, even by other dominant Masters, but this by far exceeded anything before in the determined fury of the act.
Frequently, I reach a point when getting fucked where I just release myself and get truly slutty, usually accompanied by verbal outbursts. And, that's exactly what happened. In the constant flow of thrusts going on for a very long time, with his balls slapping against my buttocks, I grunted and yelled out, "FUCK ME, MASTER!" "PLEASE FUCK ME, HARDER, SIR, PLEASE!" That apparently turned him on as he groaned and even slammed into me harder.
Finally, I heard him moan out a loud series of grunts as it was apparent he was shooting his cum load deep inside my bowels.
I was being bred. His DNA embedded in me. Forever.
He pulled out his cock and leaned back as I lifted my head, then turned around. We were both spent, exhausted by the intensity of the moment. I looked at his still stiff cock. "Clean it off", he ordered. I moved close and licked off all the residual fuck from his mighty cock.
Looking at me he said, "your initiation breeding, many more to come, slave." I merely smiled and bowed my head.
He got off the bed, lit another joint, while observing me naked on his bed. His conquest, his slave.
"You may progress well, slave. So far we know you're a satisfactory bitch, good cocksucker and sufficient cum dump fuck." "Good start".
"Next time bring a credit card. We're going down to the leather store so I can select some slutty leather gear for you to wear when we're out in public."
Then to my complete surprise he took the lube and lathered up his stiffening cock, jacking it while looking at me. "Hang you head off the side of the bed and open you mouth, WIDE."
I did exactly as he instructed. I could see him continuing to jack his cock, getting stiffer, even though I was upsude down and watching. He moved up close to me, and hovered over my head, his dick right above me. I stared up at this amazing piece of manhood, my Master, and his beautiful cock. In a quick and swift jerk he ejaculated a substantial amount of his thick cum directly into my mouth. I swallowed it down, tasting the nectar of his balls.
"Lick and clean off my dick, slut." "ALL of my cum, every drop, goes into your body when you're with me."
"And so you know, I fuck lots of guys, but only breed my slaves. You get that special honor". "Now, go shower."
I did shower, while holding as much of his cum in my butthole as possible. I did hope it was being absorbed into my skin, my bloodstream, impregnating me as his property.
He escorted me downstairs and I dressed in the entry hall where I had left my clothes. He slapped me on the ass saying, "you'll hear from me again very soon, slave." "And I expect you to meet me immediately. Learn to prioritize and be resourceful. Know what matters, and adhere to it. Don't have me ever need to punish you!"
Master James detached the collar from around my neck. "You'll always wear this when with me, slave. I will need to find another way to mark you permanently as mine at other times."
He grasped my chin and forced my mouth open and spit into it, "GO!"
Driving home I thought intently what had transpired in that first visit with him. I felt a wet, squishy, stickiness in the seat of my briefs, a good reminder of what I had become, a slave, with being wholesomely bred by my new Master.
I returned many times and served him the best I could.
And, yes, all of this did really happen, it's a true story.
