Diaries of a Young Master

"Yes, sir. I've never cried out like that before. And I almost thought I wouldn't stop cumming. Thank you, sir."

I grinned. He was quite grateful. I looked down at my cock, hard and dripping. "I guess we'll need to take care of this," I said to Jim, tapping my cock with my fingers. "Would you like to suck it?"

"Yes, please, sir. Please let me suck it, sir." I nodded my head and he pushed himself to his feet, stumbling a little. He knelt down between my legs and lovingly embraced his hand around my cock. He kissed the head, along the shaft, and then each ball. He then licked each ball, up the shaft, circling the head before wrapping his lips around it. He didn't take too much of my cock in his mouth at first, concentrating mostly on the head. But left to his own devices, he began to take more and more. He was too greedy to settle for just the head. He wanted all of it.

"You're doing great for a first timer, Jim," I complimented. It was the truth. He was a natural cocksucker. Jim stopped sucking just long enough to thank me again. I stroked the dome of his head, loving the smoothness. I began to apply pressure on his head, gradually, making him take my cock deeper. After some time, he was moving his head up and down, taking the entire cock. He was able to deep throat me, though only for a second or two before gagging. I sat back and enjoyed his services for a while. I had cum so many times recently that it would be a long while before I reached climax.

With all the fun I was having, I had lost track of time. I looked at my wristwatch. It was half past four. Dad likes to have dinner around six so he could read a couple of hours before going to bed around nine. "I'd better call dad. I think I'll stay with you tonight if you're ok with that." Jim didn't stopped sucking. He simply raised his head a little and nodded.

"Give me the phone."

Jim reluctantly stopped sucking, leaned back and picked up the handset from the coffee table. He gave me the phone and asked, "Should I stop sucking while you talk to your dad, sir?" He stroked my cock and licked his lips as he asked this.

"Do you love my cock?"

"Oh, yes, sir. Very much, sir. It tastes so good and feels so wonderful."

"Do you want to worship it?"

"Yes, sir. Please let me worship it, sir." Drool slipped out from the side of his mouth.

"Then worship it. It won't stop me from talking. Just be quiet."

"Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir." He was so happy.

I felt wicked calling my dad as his friend serviced my cock. It turned me on. "Hi, dad. I'm gonna stay over at Jim's tonight. Ok?...Yeah, he doesn't like the whole mister thing... Things are fine up here, much drier...I won't be a bother, dad....I know he's a writer. He told me....Ok, dad. I'll be good. Bye." I tossed the phone on the sofa. I watched Jim for a while. He had taken to jacking my cock as he sucked. My cock was thoroughly wet with his saliva. Every now and then, he would slurp up the excess moisture. It was time to move on.

"Stop!"

Jim stopped and stared up in alarm. "Did I do something wrong, sir? Did I scrape my teeth..."

"No, you're doing fine. I just want to do something different. Are you up to doing something different?"

"Yes, sir. I'll do anything you want, sir."

"Think about it carefully before you say that. I'll hold you to it."

"Yes, sir. I have thought about it carefully, sir. Please tell me what you want to do, sir."

"I want to fuck your ass," I said, leaning in to stare him in the eye. Let's see how he reacts to that, I thought. I saw the nervousness in his eyes. But then almost immediately it was gone. His eyes were big, green saucers. There was a glow in his eyes. His breathing grew rapid. Jim was excited.

"Fuck me, sir, please," he begged. "If your finger feels good, your cock must feel unbelievable, sir. It's so big, though, sir, I don't know if I'll be able to take it but I want to try, sir, please sir, please fuck me..."

I had to press my finger against his lips to stop him. He was practically bouncing with excitement. "Do you have lube?" He shook his head. "Do you have Vaseline or Crisco?" Again he shook his head. "Do you have some sort of cooking oil like olive or vegetable?" He nodded his head. I put my finger away and asked, "Which?"

"Olive oil, sir, extra virgin, sir." I ordered him to bring some in a small, shallow bowl, along with a towel. He returned in a couple of minutes. Without being ordered to, he knelt down before me and handed over the bowl and towel. I then ordered him to take down a wall mirror and place it standing up against the sofa, in line with the recliner, and to push the coffee table aside.

"Get on your hands and knees and face the mirror. I want you look at yourself in the mirror. Don't close your eyes."

"Yes, sir."

I repositioned him to bring his ass within reach, laying the bowl in the small of his back and draping the towel on my lap. I groped his ass for a while. Playfully, I lightly spanked him, not expecting much of a reaction. "Thank you, sir," he said. I arched an eyebrow. Well, well. Again, I spanked him, a little harder. "Thank you, sir," he said again. I rubbed his ass, warm and soft. His ass was so large it made my hands look like a child's. I'm no child, though. Maliciously, I slapped the closest ass cheek hard, stinging my hand. Jim cried out in pain but he kept his gaze fixed on his reflection and his back level. "Thank you, sir," he gasped out. For good measure, I slapped the other cheek just as hard. Jim cried out again and then thanked me.

I dipped my right index finger in the olive oil before pressing it into his anus. Some oil dripped on to his back. Jim half-closed his eyes and inhaled. I worked my finger in his rectum, moving it around in circles, stretching his sphincter. He was having a difficult time keeping his eyes open but he managed. When the index finger started sliding easily, I dipped it and the middle finger in the oil. There was some resistance initially but when I instructed Jim to push out with his sphincter, I was able to penetrate his hole with both fingers. His eyelids were fluttering madly, his entire torso expanding and contracting with deep breaths, his thigh pressed against my shin trembling. I spread my two fingers apart inside him, sliding them in and out, rotating my wrist. Jim moaned and whimpered. A couple of minutes later, I dipped three fingers in the olive and into his ass. It was easier this time, almost as though Jim sucked them in with this sphincter. He was ready for me but I wanted to play a little longer.

I stretched out my left leg and commanded, "Worship my foot!" Jim was beyond words at this point, only capable of making unintelligible sounds. As he slobbered over my foot, I pressed my fingers deeper. I wasn't satisfied with just three fingers so I oiled all the fingers of my right hand, dropped the towel on the floor between his legs, and attempted to fist him. I started with my fingers joined at the tips. With patience I was able to get in up to the second set of knuckles. Jim was gasping and moaning with my toes jammed into his mouth. Pity he wasn't able to take more. With time....

"That's enough," I said as I drew back my leg and pulled out my hand. Jim automatically resumed his gaze on his reflection. I lubed my cock with my oiled hand and then wiped the hand cursorily against the towel on the floor, kissing his ass as I leaned down. I slid off the chair and positioned my cock against his stretched anus, shiny with oil and more red than pink. "Tell me if it hurts."

"Yes, sir."

I was gentle with Jim, pushing in slowly, allowing him to adjust to me inch by inch. His head rocked up and down, eyes on the mirror, moaning a steady song of oh's and ah's. He never once complained of pain. When I was inside him fully, I held still, savoring his warmth, his inner flesh against my cock. Jim too savored my cock, gushing, "You feel so wonderful inside me, sir, so wonderful. I've never felt anything like this before. Oh, God, it feels so good." I didn't just hear his voice, I felt the vibrations inside him through my cock. If he kept talking, I wouldn't last long.

"Hush!" I bellowed, spanking his ass. I saw him clench his jaw shut in the mirror. "I don't want to cum too soon, Jim. I can feel the vibrations in your body when you talk so you'll have to be quiet." Jim nodded. He didn't want this fuck session to end prematurely either.

I built up a steady rhythm, pulling out till only the tip remained buried and then pushing in. It was tempting to fuck him hard but I wanted this to be a good experience for him. There will be time enough. I fucked Jim for a good ten minutes like this, sometimes changing the angles or rotating my hips. He kept quiet, only emitting soft moans.

I pulled completely out and stood up, picking up the bowl of olive oil. I made Jim stand and bend forward like a football scrimmage position, legs bent and fingertips on the floor, eyes on the mirror. His balls hung low between his legs. There was a string of precum dangling from his cock to the floor, where a wet pool had formed on the wood. I dribbled some oil above his ass crack, watching it slide down across his puckered hole. I put the bowl down on the recliner, gripped his hips, aimed my cock, and slammed it home. Jim screamed! It sounded like the roar of a bear but it was definitely a scream. Here I was fucking a man more than twice my age, almost twice as massive, who had been straight before, and I made him scream.

"Did that hurt?" I asked, somewhat concerned but extremely horny.

Jim shook his head, breathing so hard he couldn't speak. In time he said, "No, sir." He didn't elaborate, adhering to my earlier command for silence. "Good," I said and began plowing him. I have never fucked so hard before. The harder I fucked, the louder Jim screamed, his deep baritone becoming almost a tenor. I felt beads of sweat on my flesh. Jim's face was flushed red, grimacing as though in pain. His eyes were closed. I spanked him hard as I thrust, alternating between left and right hand. "Eyes open!" I roared. I felt like a wrathful, conquering god. His eyes almost popped out of his sockets. I didn't stop spanking him though. I was possessed. He screamed louder, his ass turned redder, and, consequently, I fucked harder. It was a vicious cycle.

The cycle had to end. I felt the pressure building up inside me. It would explode soon, too soon for my taste. I stopped spanking him long enough to shout, "I'm gonna cum soon. At my command, you will cum too." Jim couldn't respond at all, not even a nod. I didn't bother waiting for a response though. I resumed the spanking. I was determined to fuck as hard and fast as I could before my orgasm would put an end to it. I was panting furiously. Jim was screaming incessantly. I felt the first wave rising. I thrust all the way in, stretched up on my tiptoes, and roared at the top of my voice, "CUM!"

Jim responded with a roar of his own, drowning out mine, shaking the walls. His mouth was stretched to the limits, a bullhorn, his face like a cooked lobster. His eyes were wide open, still obedient, with a look that said, "I can't fucking believe this!" His whole frame convulsed as he sprayed his seed all over the hardwood floor, his ass clenched so tightly around my throbbing cock, forcing my cum out, draining me. We were joined in ecstasy for a long while, me filling Jim's anus with my juice as he spilled his on the floor. Then I collapsed across his broad, level back, eyes closed, catching my breath. Jim somehow kept his position, his every muscle strained, breathing even heavier than me. I listened to the quick drumbeat of his heart, the billowing of his lungs. He was moaning but there was also another sound. It sounded almost like a plucked string of a bass, plucked in rapid succession. It was that purr from earlier, but deeper, from the gut. It stirred my cock but I was too spent.

I pulled out from him and plopped myself down on the recliner. Jim didn't move. "Relax," I croaked. Jim toppled over to the side and landed hard on his ass. The entire cabin shook with his fall. The mirror slid to the floor with a crash, unbroken. His eyes were on me. I couldn't read them, though. They had changed. I thought maybe I had gone too far. I hoped not.

"Clean up your cum with your tongue!" I tested, wondering if he'd still obey. Jim got on his hands and knees and meticulously licked clean the floor. He remained on his knees and gazed back at me with that same, unreadable look.

"Are you ok?"

"Yyess....sir," he panted.

"I'm sorry if I was too harsh. I couldn't help myself. It was like I was possessed. I didn't want to hurt you but it turned me on so. I..."

"Please, sir. You didn't hurt me. I loved it, sir, every bit of it. And even if it did hurt, you can do whatever you want with me, sir. I'm completely yours, sir."

"But you have such a strange look in your eyes. I can't read it at all. Did I go too far too quick?'

Jim kept quiet for a while, contemplating his words. That strange look didn't disappear. "I don't know how to say this, sir. I've never felt anything close to what I'm feeling right now, sir." He paused. "When you command me, sir, and do what you desire with me...when you spank me...and when you fuck me...it feels so...so right...like this the way it was meant to be...the way I'm meant to be...you see, sir, I've never loved anyone before...sex was good but never awesome like it was with you, sir." Jim fell silent then. He lowered his head but kept his eyes raised to me.

"Do you love me, Jim?"

"Completely, sir, with all my mind, body, and soul."

"So, Jim. What is it you're thinking? What's with that look?"

"It's...it's worship, sir, adoration, devotion, sir. I want to love you and worship you and serve you and obey you and give myself completely to you, sir."

"I'm not a god, Jim. I felt like one when I fucked you like crazy but I'm just human."

"I know, sir. I don't think your infallible or impeccable or perfect...just..just worthy of my love and devotion."

"Alright, it sounds great to me." I smiled at him. I had always dreamed I would find myself a daddy. I would be his boy and he would dote over me. I would love him and gladly service him. He would be firm with me, punishing me if I misbehaved, but tender when I'm good. I never dreamed of this role reversal. But I found it more to my liking.

"Sir, I'm not sure if you completely understand me. I...I...I"

"Jim, it's ok. Just say what you want to say. No need to be nervous. I will try to understand, I promise."

"Yes, sir. Sir, I want to be...be your slave. Please, sir."

"You want to be my slave? Like I would own you...you'll be my property?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yes, sir. I promise I will always obey you, sir, and I'm yours to do as you wish. Please don't reject me, sir." He looked rather pathetic there on his knees, begging me not to reject him as my slave. Is this really happening?

"One condition. We'll do this on a trial basis. We'll try it for a month and then, if that works out, for the whole summer. Then I go back to school and we'll see what happens after that. Agreed?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you so much, sir." Jim was practically beaming with joy, tears were streaming from his eyes. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"May I address you as 'master'?"