A new master
A short story by Xavier
Paul was a quiet chap in his 30's and liked to keep himself to himself. He was quite happy in his own way and lived alone in a flat above a greengrocer's in the middle of town. He had a modest income but was comfortable in his employment as a representative for a local firm. His job got him out and about a lot, travelling the length and breadth of the country, visiting his company's clients and prospective clients. The travelling and 'Being his own boss', were the aspects of the job which Paul enjoyed the most, this was for two reasons. A) because he both liked his own company and worked better on his own cognisance and, B) it gave him ample opportunity to eye up the lads he saw whilst on his travels.
After being in the same job for almost five years, he considered that he was a well established and productive member of the team. He had never encountered any 'problems' at work which he could attribute to his sexual orientation and had always managed to keep his after hours activities absolutely private. Thus, one happy individual, that is until one Monday morning a couple of months ago.....
As usual Paul arrived at the office around 8.30am. He was just about to leave again, having picked up some documents he required, when his boss called to him from the doorway of his office. "Paul, could you spare a few moments please, there's someone here I would like you to meet." Paul strode confidently into Mr. Brewster's office and was greeted with a sight that took his breath away. "Ah Paul, this is Christopher." Paul's mouth suddenly became dry and he found some difficulty in speaking as he held out his hand to shake Christopher's. "Pleased to meet you," he mumbled.
"So Christopher," said Paul as they drove out of the company gates and off toward the motorway, "you are on a work experience course for two weeks." "Yes that's right, I'm really interested in working for Brewster and Bagshott and so I arranged this course through my career advisory office at school. I was really lucky to get on it." About ten miles passed before another word was spoken, the silence making Paul feel distinctly uneasy. He wasn't normally shy with strangers and usually found no trouble in striking up a conversation, especially with colleagues at work, but, somehow, Christopher was different.
His mind began to wander. Strange how things happen, he thought to himself. All the years he had been driving about, keeping an eye open for that seductive hitch-hiker that seemed all too elusive and seemed to be getting more so. All the years of straining his neck as he drove past beautiful teenage lads, his heart sinking as none of them wanted a lift. And now, out of the blue, there he was with one such specimen sitting in his passenger seat, looking to him for guidance on his career. He can 'guide' me any time, he thought.
After several abortive attempts to break the ice with meaningless chatter about the weather and the like, Paul thought he would take the direct approach. "Got a girlfriend then?" he asked. His heart missed a beat and he could hardly believe his ears when Christopher turned to him and replied, unhesitatingly, "No, I'm gay." Paul was so surprised by his openness that his mind went blank. Not only had this youth been thrust upon him, but he was openly gay. Perhaps he did have a guardian angel after all.
Thankfully, a motorway service area loomed on the horizon. "Fancy a break?" "Yeah, sure. I need to take a leak anyway," replied Christopher in his beautifully deep teenage voice. Paul's mind was racing even more as they got out of the car and headed toward the restaurant area. Should he too 'take a leak'? Yes, he thought I could do with a good piss. Now Paul was normally very shy when it came to pissing in urinals, and would usually retire to a cubicle to urinate in private. However, the thought of his new colleague standing there with his tool sticking from his black trousers was too much to resist. His heart was pounding as he followed young Christopher through the door of the gents. He couldn't take his eyes off the lad's tight little bum cheeks as he strode toward the urinal. This was the first opportunity Paul had had to observe the full magnificence of his companion as, in the office, his jacket was obscuring his vital regions. However, Christopher had removed it in the car and had not bothered to replace it.
Paul felt strange as he stood next to his fantasy boy, feelings of excitement coursed through his body yet they were tinged with fear, fear of being rejected, fear of being made to look foolish. Normally, if he had seen a boy like Chris, a boy who aroused his animal instincts, his lust, he would have been extremely wary of him. Yet, as he followed Chris's lead, and unzipped his flies, he felt strangely at ease with him. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been so open about his sexuality, nomatter, he felt strangely drawn toward him and knew he would not be able to resist glancing sideways in order to catch a glimpse of what he was concealing within his trousers.
As the two began to urinate, Paul waited until what he thought was the best time to take a peek. Luckily there was no one else in the gents at the time which made Paul feel a little more easy about the situation. "I'm fuckin' starving," said Chris as he looked over toward Paul. This was his opportunity thought Paul. As he turned his head to answer him his eyes were drawn downward, as if by some unseen force, towards Chris's genital region. "We'll grab something just as soon as we finish here." Paul knew his mouth was moving and that sounds were coming out, but his head was in a spin as his eyes drank in the sight before them.
Most of Paul's friends were the same age or slightly older than himself and so he had no real idea of what size of 'lower appendage' a lad of Christopher's age would have. He did know, judging from the sly glances in his direction whilst driving along, that he had quite a lump in the crotch of his close fitting black trousers, which he assumed he wore to school. The crotch of his trousers did not lie for there, jutting from Christopher's flies, was a fully erect eight inch penis. Paul was not prepared for this as he had expected to see a limp cock and the sight of Chris's erect member transfixed him. What was going to be a quick glance, turned into a glazed stare. "I fancy some bacon and eggs," continued Christopher, his words intruding into Paul's swirling mind.
"$3.46 please." "Sorry, how much did you say?" "$3.46," smiled the cashier in the restaurant. Paul was still picturing Chris's huge cock as he followed him to an empty table. A strained conversation continued for a few minutes with Paul telling Christopher about certain aspects of the job, where they were going, etc. "You're gay as well aren't you?" said Christopher with an inviting smile on his face. Paul gulped a mouthful of coffee. What the hell, he thought. "Yes, how did you guess?" Chris laughed. "How did I guess? It wasn't too difficult. I saw you getting an eyeful when I was having a slash back there. I saw you looking at my hard dick, I always get a stiff on when I want a good piss." It seemed strange, yet extremely exciting to Paul, to hear this young lad speaking in such graphic terms. He seemed so prim and proper back in the office.
Again, luckily, there weren't too many people about and so, provided they kept their voices to a reasonable level, they could speak openly. "You fuckin' fancy me don't you mate. Like a bit of chicken now and again then do you?" Paul could feel himself blushing, he was not used to speaking to young lads about his sexuality even though he longed to and Chris's blunt assumptions, coupled with his terminology, were too much. "No need to be embarrassed mate, sex is all part of life and life is for living." Paul couldn't believe his ears but knew he must've been a glowing crimson by now. "Can we discuss this back in the car? I feel a bit conspicuous here." "Okay, whatever," smiled Chris. The topic of conversation returned to that of a more business nature yet this time, seemed far more relaxed.
Back in the confines of Paul's company car Christopher seemed to take on a different personality. As the conversation returned to a discussion of sexual preferences his questions became ever more probing and Paul was uncertain of how open he should be with this new found acquaintance. "You seem to want to know a lot about my likes and dislikes Chris. But you seem to know an awful lot about sex yourself. How old are you?" Paul had assumed that Chris, being on such a course would be around 16 / 17. "I'm just turned 17 and I am going to leave school shortly."
The two chatted constantly until they arrived at their destination, Paul feeling more and more at ease with the young man. He didn't feel quite as self conscious about looking more closely at him. He knew that he was extremely well developed in the reproductive region but wondered what his teenage arse would look like upon lowering his tight black trousers. Bet he's hardly a hair on his arsehole, he thought to himself as he turned the car into the car park of the company they were visiting.
As they had a few minutes to spare before their appointment, the two sat and talked. Suddenly, and without warning, Christopher took hold of Paul's hand and placed it on his thigh. "I've always wanted to make it with an older chap and I know you fancy me so why not have a feel of what you saw earlier." Paul's prick began to swell, quickly, as he slid his hand over the smooth material of Christopher's trousers. Down between his legs he slipped it, feeling the heat generated by the teenage tool inside, heat which turned to natural perspiration giving the lad's crotch a lovely dampness.
Paul was in heaven as he caressed and squeezed the tightly packed bulge between Christopher's legs. Again, Christopher's personality seemed to change and he took hold of Paul's hand, pulling it away from his now fully erect penis. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" he shouted at the top of his voice. Paul was shocked. "But I thought you wanted me to touch you?" Christopher laughed. "I don't want you slobbering all over me, you pathetic cunt; if you want to touch me you will have to do it my way." Paul wondered what he meant but before he could say anything Christopher opened the car door and jumped out. "Come on then mate," he said with a smirk, "we'll be late for our appointment and we wouldn't want that would we?"
Paul's mind was not on the work in hand as he tried to win over a lucrative order, he was thinking about what had happened in the car. At last they left the building and got back into the car but not a word was spoken until they were again speeding along the motorway. "What did you mean when you said 'If you want to touch me you will have to do it my way', What is your way?" Christopher leant over to Paul and put his hand right between his legs, grabbing his flaccid penis through his trousers. "I'll tell you what I mean Paul. I mean that if you want to have it off with me you will have to do as I say. Understand?" Paul was getting a headache with all the excitement, he could feel his heart pounding away, this little fucker really knew how to put a bloke through it. "You mean you want a sort of 'Master slave' relationship. Is that what you mean?" Christopher squeezed Paul's rapidly expanding prick causing him some pain within his bollocks. "That's it mate, you've hit the nail on the head. I want you to be my slave, but," he continued, " you have to do exactly what I say because if you don't I'm gonna tell your boss, Mr. Brewster, all about how you touched up an innocent young lad on a work experience scheme. How you leered at me in the bogs, and how you squeezed my hard cock in my pants. I'll bet he'll be really interested in that, won't he?" "You little cunt. You mean you've egged me on like this and you will use this knowledge in order to keep me under your thumb?" Paul's prick was now fully erect inside his trousers. Although the threat of Christopher revealing all to Brewster was very real, and potentially very damaging, he couldn't help but get a certain thrill from the thought of being in the power of Christopher who was, after all, no more than a tight arsed schoolie.
"Too fuckin' right mate," replied Chris with a sneer. "You're gonna do whatever I say 'mate'. You are my MATE aren't you Paul boy?" He suddenly became much more aggressive. "Come on answer me, you bastard!" Chris squeezed Paul's bollocks even harder causing him to take a deep breath. "Steady on Chris, remember I'm driving," gasped Paul. Christopher let go of Paul's balls but suddenly swiped his hand across the back of his head. "Don't tell me what to do, just answer my question. And from now on, Paul BOY, you will call me SIR whenever you speak to me, UNDERSTAND?" Paul was almost creaming his pants. He could hardly believe this was happening. Was he really sitting in his company car, on his way back from a customer, with a gorgeous, randy teenager sitting next to him? Was that tight arsed fucker really giving him orders and telling him to call him SIR at all times? Or would he wake up in a minute to find it all a dream?
Suddenly another blow hit him across the back of his head, this was no dream, this was reality. "Answer me then," barked Christopher. "Yes SIR," replied Paul, "I am your MATE." Chris laughed and put his hand between his own legs, squeezing his now bulging crotch. "That's good to hear then MATE. Take the next turning off the motorway." Paul felt completely subjugated by the forcefulness of the teenager, something that he certainly would never have expected of him when he first set eyes on him in Brewster's office that morning. The next turning appeared on the horizon and, as they got to it, Paul turned off the motorway. They found themselves travelling along a quiet country road somewhere in the lake district. A lot of the roads in that region had been straightened over the years leaving the original bends for use as lay-bys, and very secluded ones at that. Chris ordered Paul to pull into one of them and stop in the remotest part. As it was winter, there certainly weren't any tourists around and so they had the place to themselves.
"Turn the engine off," ordered Chris. Paul did as he was told. His mind was racing, wondering what the teenager had in mind. But even his wildest dreams could not prepare him for what was about to happen as young Christopher revealed his true personality. A personality which was to have a profound effect on Paul's existence for the next few years.
"Get out of the car." Paul opened his door and got out. Chris opened his window. "Walk around here," he barked. As Paul approached the passenger's window he could see that Chris had unzipped his flies and had pulled his prick out. There it was lying, in a semi tumescent state, on the leg of his trousers, its pinkness contrasting sharply with the blackness of the material. "Like what you see then Paul BOY," he sneered. "Want to touch it then?" "Yes SIR," Paul replied subserviently, "may I?" "Certainly, but first you have to earn it. You don't think a slave can just touch his master's prick without payment do you?" "No SIR, I realise a price must be paid." "Good, I think you've got the idea Paul MATE."
Christopher leant forward and fiddled about beneath the dashboard on the driver's side. Suddenly the bonnet of the car leapt up slightly as he released the catch. "Prop the bonnet up then Paul BOY." Paul walked around to the front of the car and did as he was told. As he did so he found Christopher standing beside him. "Now then, CUNT," he sneered, "you are gonna turn me on because I want to shoot my wads an' I can't do that properly unless you turn me on, UNDERSTAND?" "Yes SIR. What would you like me to do? SIR." Christopher had, by this time, replaced his penis within his trousers but the fact that he had an erection was plain to see, the trousers hid nothing. "I'm gonna inspect the engine, MATE. I think I heard a rattle as we were going along." He bent over the engine, his trousers tightening ever more around his firm, teenage, arse. "I want to see you having a piss in the hedge. Get your prick out and go and piss for me." Paul walked over to the nearby hedge and, looking around for other cars, slowly unzipped his flies. "Come on, stop fuckin' about. Get your pisser out and let me see you pissing in that hedge." "Yes SIR," came the reply as Paul pulled his erect organ from his flies. Luckily he needed a good piss anyway and was soon in full flow. Almost as soon as he was, and certainly well before he had emptied his bladder, came the order "Stop pissing NOW and get over here." Paul stopped pissing and put his prick away. As he did so, a car came around the corner and pulled up a little distance from them, to the rear of their car. As Paul returned to where Chris was standing, his prick leapt as he again caught sight of his beautiful teenage arse. "Touch me up. Run your hands over my arse and down my legs." "Yes SIR." As Paul started to run his hands over the smoothness of Chris's trousers and down his legs, he could see the occupants of the other car in the distance. They had a flask on the dashboard and were drinking something from it; if only they knew what I was doing to this little wanker, he thought to himself. Far from being apprehensive at the close proximity of the strangers, he found their presence to be highly stimulating.
"On your knees, you bastard." Paul knelt on the floor behind Christopher, his head level with the young lad's tight little bum. Suddenly, Christopher's hands came backwards and grabbed Paul's head firmly, pulling his face right into the material of his trousers. "Sniff my fuckin' arsehole then, bastard." Chris's voice was both firm and unequivocal, it gave Paul an extra thrill as he felt his nose being forced up the crevice of Christopher's trousers. He took a deep breath. The smell was unmistakable and was like nectar to a honey bee. "That's it, sniff my arse you bastard. Your fuckin face is gonna be close to it a lot from now on. I'm gonna have you kissing my arse whenever I feel like it Paul BOY."
Paul was, by this stage, in a sexual frenzy. His prick was aching, it was so hard. He knew that only a slight movement would cause him to ejaculate. As suddenly as it all began, it was over. Christopher stood up, closed the bonnet of the car and got back inside. Without a word, he gestured to Paul to get in. Once inside, Christopher sprang another surprise on him. From his inside jacket pocket, he produced a packet of rubbers. Taking one from its wrapper he ordered Paul to expose his penis. "That's a good boy then Paul. I like to see my slave with a good firm stiff on. Don't ever let me catch you with a soft prick, especially after you have been sniffing at my arsehole like some dog on heat." Paul simply replied, "SIR."
Chris took hold of Paul's exposed erection and rolled the rubber onto it. "Now then, Paul BOY, get driving." "SIR." Paul started the engine and pulled out of the lay-by and headed back toward the motorway. Christopher had pushed his prick, rubber and all, back inside his trousers and proceeded to stroke him down his left leg. "I'm gonna milk you into this rubber as you drive along and you are gonna give me a nice juicy load, aren't you Paul BOY?" "Yes SIR, a nice big load." It took only a matter of about ten minutes of gentle stroking from Chris's hand to bring Paul to the point of no return. Suddenly the car leapt forward as he, uncontrollably, tensed his leg, depressing the accelerator. They overtook two cars and a lorry as Paul found his orgasm enveloping his body. "That's a good boy Paul, a nice big load out of that throbbing prick of yours. But your driving is a bit erratic don't you think?" "Yes SIR," he gasped. "Sorry SIR." "Sorry," laughed Chris, "you don't know what it is to be sorry. I can't have my slave endangering lives on the roads just because he can't control his spunky dick. I'm afraid I will have to punish you. You have been very, very naughty, haven't you BOY?" "Yes SIR, very naughty. Sorry SIR." "You just wait until tomorrow. I'll show you what it is to be sorry. Now, pull off at the next service station."
It was getting dark as Paul switched off the engine in a secluded corner of the car park. "Wait here, cunt," growled Chris as he got out. Paul wondered what the lad had in mind and, despite his cock having just shot a load into the rubber, soon had another erection. His thoughts were interrupted by the click of the door as it opened. Chris said nothing as he pushed his bum to the back of the seat and spread his legs. A surge of blood made Paul's already hard dick stiffen even more as he saw Chris unzip his trousers and pull his tool out. "I know what blokes like you want, spunk, teenage spunk," said Chris with an air of derision. "Yeah," he continued as he started to wank, "real thick spunk!" It was then that Paul noticed he had brought something back with him when he got into the car, it was a saucer.
Paul watched in amazement as the lad began to breathe faster, his hand becoming a blur as it moved ever faster over his knob. He squeezed his cock, rubber and all, as Chris forced his stiff shaft downward and its tip on to the saucer. Within seconds, and with a loud groan, he saw a spurt of thick white fluid erupt from the gaping piss hole. The first spurt was tiny in comparison with the next four as more and more boy juice swamped the bottom of the saucer. Paul could not resist rubbing himself as he felt his dick throbbing in sympathy with Chris's. And then, as Chris's orgasm subsided, a second orgasm swamped Paul's body with its grip; pumping still more of his sperm into the rubber along with his previous load.
"You're not cummin' again are you Paul? Because if you are I will have to punish you even more tomorrow. You must learn that you shoot only when I say. UNDERSTAND?" "Sir, yes sir. I understand; I must not come off without your express permission." "Good, now that we have that clear in our minds, and to show you that I am a considerate master, I am going to give you a treat." "Thank you sir." "Don't get too cocky BOY, remember you shouldn't speak without permission."
Chris handed Paul the spunk filled saucer. "Here, this is what you want isn't it Paul? It's what all blokes like you want, teenage spunk. Now, say thank you like a good little boy." Paul took the saucer and looked at the sticky fluid covering its base. "Sir, thank you sir." "Is it thick enough for you?" smirked Chris. "Go on, stick your finger in it, you'd like that wouldn't you!" Paul stuck his finger in the boy cream and stirred it about, coating its tip in the viscous liquid. "Taste it boy, lick your finger. Go on, you know you want to, to taste real boy spunk. Ever tasted boy spunk before then? Come on tell me, ever tasted a teenager's cum before?" "Sir, no sir, never." "You have eaten cum before though haven't you?" "Sir, yes sir, but not from a teenager." Chris grinned even more and carried on stroking his cock.
"Fuck licking your finger then," he said, "do what you really want, what I know you want. Eat my cum, go on, stick your tongue out and clean that saucer off, every last drop." Paul shook with excitement as he raised the saucer to his lips, the smell of the boy juice pervading his nostrils like some rare perfume and raising him to new heights. Chris wanked harder as he watched his new slave eating his spunk, cleaning the saucer until not a drop remained.
Suddenly, Chris snatched the saucer from Paul's hand and placed it back between his legs. "Time for a second helping," he said with a gasp. Paul could hardly believe his eyes as a second load of spunk shot onto the saucer. In a flash it was back under his nose and the, still warm, boy cream was soon coating Paul's tongue for the second time. "You cunt," laughed Chris, "you can't get enough can you? Can't get enough of my teenage cum. Look at you, just look at you, the big impressive sales rep. Not so big now are we, not so fuckin' important now. Well, I'll tell you this 'mate', you'll be eatin' more spunk than you have ever dreamed about, whether you like it or not. Now, come on, we'd better get back or that twat of a boss will be moanin' you're late."
That night Paul could hardly sleep. Had he really sniffed a teenager's arsehole? Had he really tasted fresh teenage spunk? Or was it all a dream, a fantasy? His cock swelled to another full erection as he finally drifted away, thoughts of what lie ahead filling his mind. How was Chris going to 'punish' him?
Xavier December 1994
This is a work of fiction composed for the entertainment of adults only. Any similarity between locations or actual persons is purely coincidental. ALWAYS practice safe sex!