Fucking boy! (Act 1)

Paul slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his engorged cock. he felt that final pulse of blood that signaled his full arousal. Like a cat, he stood poised and ready to pounce on his prey.

“Now fuck ME, boy!” his Sir said sternly. “Fill my fucking hole with your cum!”

As Sir’s collared boy, Paul felt compelled to do as commanded. Spitting on his hand, he stroked the length of his hard shaft. Then he took a deep breath and shoved his cock hard inside Sir’s guts, not pausing to inquire whether he was too forceful. he rammed his cock in deep and pulled it out quickly. And he thrust it in again. Paul knew that his eagerness bordered on insubordination but he did not care.

“Not so fucking hard, boy!” roared Sir. But Paul felt Sir’s insides spasm, betraying the harsh reprimand.

Paul pulled his cock out of Sir’s ass, exposing the swollen head with admiration. he paused, and then he thrust it in again even harder than before. he felt his balls slap Sir’s taint and heard Sir groan in pain and ecstasy. he pushed against Sir’s shoulder blades and furiously fucked Him with abandon.

Earlier that night it was Paul who played victim. he had felt the flowers of pain bloom beneath the tails of a buffalo hide flogger. The flogger was wielded by a six foot two, muscled MASTER with dark eyes and even darker skin. A GREAT DARK MAN. Paul had noticed HIM at the Drummer contest hours before. It was hard NOT to notice HIM, HIS perfectly rounded pecs and erect nipples framed by HIS black leather vest. HIS enormous arms were as big around as Paul’s well-developed thighs. Paul tracked HIM all evening with a nonchalance that denied his visceral attraction to HIM. Paul knew that if Sir saw him staring, He would consider it disrespectful and would take him back to the hotel immediately. Paul felt Sir’s collar grow heavier around his neck, an albatross, a constant reminder that he was Sir’s boy.

During the Drummer contest Paul sensed that Sir was also drawn to this beautiful Black MASTER. he watched as Sir’s gaze devoured the broad back and muscled arms of this MAN sitting just rows ahead. Subsequently, Sir began paying less and less attention to the boy by His side. Paul could tell that Sir was scheming. Paul knew that Sir loved the chase more than the prize, and that He was looking for a way to attract this MAN's attention. But the MASTER's gaze was more rapt in the contest than in the sycophant Sir three rows back.

Immediately following the contest Sir and boy followed the MASTER out of the club, along Folsom Street and into one of the crowded bars. Sir entered the bar first, leaving the boy on the sidewalk as He surveyed the scene. Paul slowly entered on his own and worked his way back to Sir's side. Sir's eyes moved from the MASTER to other bar patrons. Busy cruising, Sir barely paid the requisite attention to His boy to insure that others would leave him alone. As the evening wore on Paul felt abandoned in spite of the leather band around his neck. he could have been a boy out cruising alone on a Saturday night. Paul had experienced other nights like this before and felt vindicated in his fascination with this handsome MASTER.

Last call, and Paul noticed a group of men stealthily moving toward the back of the bar while the rest of the patrons began filing out. he noticed that his GREAT DARK MAN also began to slowly move to the back. HE brushed past Paul and his Sir as they moved to the door.

“Where are you going, handsome?” HE asked Paul before noticing the collar. “Oh, excuse me,” HE apologized to Sir. “ I didn’t realize the boy was yours.”

Seizing the opportunity, Sir responded quickly, “Please, take him if you want him. Help yourself.” And he shoved Paul toward the MASTER. Sir knew that this constituted an invitation to an exclusive, after hours party during Folsom and He wanted to take advantage of it.

Minutes later the doors closed, lights flashed on, and the men began filling up the space once again. Ropes and bondage devices seemed to appear out of nowhere, and handcuffs were taken from belts and placed on wrists. Paul felt the powerful hands of the MASTER take his forearms and lead him underneath a hook in the ceiling.

“Thank you,” the MASTER said to Sir. “A hot boy, and I intend to use him hard. I like cute, White boys.” The MASTER then tied Paul’s arms together and hung them from the hook above. As HE approached, Paul smelled the heavy aroma of the MASTER, the smell of sweat mixed with well-conditioned Leather. Then he felt the MAN's lips against his own, soft yet masculine, and he felt HIS strong tongue force itself into his mouth. Paul realized that he would do anything to please this MASTER.

Drawing back slightly, Paul heard the MASTER whisper so only he could hear, “I am going to take you further than you have ever gone before. We will go together. And if you please me, I will let you suck My big cock. Is that what you want, boy?”

Paul nodded slightly and caught his Sir out of the corner of his eye, at the bar sucking face with another man. Paul turned his head away to give full attention to the MASTER’s orders.

Hours later back in the Best Western, Paul felt tired. his back was welted and sore. he could feel blood still wet on his skin. And he basked in the glow of endorphins caused by the beating he had endured at the hands of his GREAT DARK MAN. The sight of his Sir prostrate on the bed distracted him from what he really wanted to do, shoot his load to consummate his night.

Paul felt his cum well up deep within, his cock like the string of a bow taunt against the grip of his Sir’s asshole. he knew that Sir wanted more than a remedial fuck. he knew that Sir expected Paul to hump him until Sir finally came, a sign that Paul’s role would be over. Then Sir would roll over and Paul would be left on his own to stroke himself off as he had done many times before. Paul felt himself change rhythm, his thrusts stuttering and jerking as a warning that he was close.

Paul shot his load deep inside his Sir. his hot jizz exploded in tandem with the forceful contractions of his abdominals. Sir moaned in response as Paul felt his warm cum surround his cock buried deep inside Sir’s guts. Then pushing even harder on Sir’s shoulders, Paul arched his back and withdrew his dripping cock.

“I want more!” Sir growled. “GIVE ME MORE OF THAT COCK!” He commanded.

Without thinking, Paul rolled his Sir over and shoved his pelvis forward so that his cock was before Sir’s lips. Sir hungrily took Paul’s cock into his mouth and rolled over to suck it better. Paul watched as Sir slowly drew His legs up closer to His chest in a fetal gesture while He stroked His shaft, deep-throating Paul’s cock madly. Now it was Paul’s turn to groan. his red glans, still swollen, could hardly endure the attention of Sir’s mouth and tongue. Paul tried to withdraw his cock but Sir’s mouth held him fast.

After what seemed like hours, Sir finally came, shooting cum over the white sheets.

“UHHHHH–“ Sir muttered long and loud as He pushed Paul off and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

Paul looked at Sir. he thought of the hours spent in play with the MASTER earlier that night. he thought of HIS soft lips, HIS firm whisper, and the strong caress that ended the scene.

Paul swung his legs over the side of the bed. he walked to the bathroom and grabbed the straight razor that he always kept in his shaving kit to groom his Sir. he looked at its brilliant blade gleaming in the street light coming through the window. he took a deep breath and raised the razor slowly to his neck. Closing his eyes, he knew what he had to do. Paul grabbed the collar and held it. he cut through the heavy latigo and released it with its heavy lock. They fell with a clang on the cold tile at his feet.

Paul walked out of the bathroom and looked at the man who had once been his Sir. Paul had loved him once, more than he loved himself. He had surrendered everything to be with this man: his bank account, his home, even his friends. He closed his eyes and listened to the familiar harsh breathing.

Then he grabbed his leather coat and, still half naked, walked out of the hotel room and into the night, leaving his collared life behind him forever.