Sex in the Sky

I left Joe turning slowly on the tire swing and walked into our shared home office and logged onto the Internet to check my email.

Yeah, I admit it; I’m hooked. Funny when you know that I made fun of Joe when he first got so caught up in the Net. I never even had a screen name until a few years ago. Amazing when you realize that I’ve been using computers for my work since the late 80’s. Or maybe that was the reason. After all that tedious crap, I just couldn’t figure out how they could be any damn fun.

But Joe finally convinced me to at least try and pretty soon I found myself addicted. I try to control it, and only do the whole cyberspace surfing, games, music, hi to my good friend, Eddie in New Zealand, one or two nights a week. But email doesn’t count and I find myself checking compulsively, deleting spam and looking for messages from people I probably wouldn’t even keep in contact with, if it weren’t for the Net.

Joe came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. “Anything interesting?”

“The Men’s Institute of Lucerne says they can guarantee to make my penis grow by 30% in just seven days.”

“Big deal,” Joe snorted and slid his hands around my waist. “I can make it bigger than that in just 5 minutes.” And as if to prove it, he slid his hands under the waistband of my shorts.

God was I tempted, but I sighed and stepped back away from his talented hands. “Much as I’d like to see you make good on that, we’ll have to leave it for later. We should get our gear together, they’ll be here any minute.”

Joe groaned. “Does it make me sound like a shit if I say I wish we could get out of this?”

I shook my head no. Because honestly - I felt exactly the same way. Last night and this morning had been so nice, so peaceful. Joe and me - alone, no family, no friends, no commitments to anything, but each other. It had been too long since we’d been this selfish and one night and a morning hadn’t been nearly enough to make me happy.

“Listen,” Joe said. “Let’s plan a long weekend for July, just us.”

I grinned, I’d been wondering when he was going to try and work this in. “When?”

“Um, the twenty fourth?”

I shot him a look and noticed his flushed cheeks. If you were to ask him, Joe would deny having a romantic bone in his body. But it wasn’t me that always seemed to magically plan something special for us on our self proclaimed anniversary.

I frowned like I was thinking about it. Actually I always kept that whole week free, just in case

“Sounds good,” I finally shrugged, pretending I didn’t know what this whole deal was really about - because that is how we play this game. “It’s a date.”

“Cool,” he grinned. “And I know just where we can go.”

“And where might that be?”

“Well, Lucy told me she wasn’t renting the carriage house this summer…”

I laughed. “Don’t you think we’re a little young to start taking trips down memory lane?”

Joe growled and pulled me to him. “Fuck memory lane, all I know is there’s no phone and nobody would ever think to look for us there.”

Which was bullshit and we both knew it. Before we’d leave, we’d give Lucy’s number to half a dozen people and then we’d still take our cell phones and at least one back up pager. But it was a nice gesture, going back to our first home together. And if it turned out anything like our first weekend their together, both of us would be very satisfied…

July 25, 1989

I thought I was dreaming. Joe was leaning over me, grinning his Cheshire cat smile. The sun was shining through the windows and backlit him so his tan skin glowed. I smiled. I liked this dream! But when I closed my eyes again to keep it going, it was his voice that spoke to me.

“No way you bum! You do not sleep when I’m starving. Get your ass out of bed so we can get some food.”

My eyes flew open. God, it wasn’t a dream. Then it all came back to me; everything about the night before. I opened my mouth to speak, but Joe waylaid that idea by kissing me.

“Good morning!” He laughed. “How are you this bright and beautiful morning?” He knelt by the side of the bed and propped his head on his hands.

“Jesus Christ!” I whispered hoarsely. “When did you turn into Susie Sunshine?”

“Today, just now,” he kissed me again and tried to stick his tongue in my mouth, but I pushed him away.

“Hey, no fair,” I grumbled. “You already brushed.”

“Yup,” he agreed amiably. “And showered and shaved.” I noticed then he was only wearing a towel. “Now get your ass out of bed so we can go get something to eat.”

“With what?”

“Huh?”

“No car, remember? That’s why I had to pick you up with Lucy’s. And I know she has plans today, so I can’t borrow it again.”

“Oh,” Joe sat back on his heels and thought about it for a minute. “Well, go get prettied up anyway. I’ll figure something out.”

He kissed me again hard and fast, and then stood quickly and went to look in the fridge. I could have told him he was wasting his time, but I was too busy admiring his ass and wondering how long his good mood was going to last.

Not that I was complaining. Shit, it was a relief. I’d been half worried that this morning might have been awkward. Joe wouldn’t be the first guy who regretted deeds done in the dark of night.

Oh well, I shrugged and stood and only then remembered my hard-on that was no doubt making it’s usual morning appearance. I looked down. Yup.

“Are you up yet?” Joe turned away from the empty fridge where he’d been squatting.

Since he didn’t bother to stand, this put him in direct line of sight with my cock. I watched as he flushed, but that seemed to be the only evidence that my display might be having any effect on him. In fact, his eyes were cool and appraising, and when they finally lifted to meet mine, there was humor in them as well.

“Yeah, I guess you are,” was all he said, and then he smiled and turned back to the kitchen to root through the cupboards.

Yup, I thought, he is adjusting nicely. It appeared that now that Joe had finally made his decision he wasn’t going to waste any time pretending otherwise. I smiled to myself, as I remembered again how he’d been last night in bed when we made love for the first time - and the second - and the third. Nah, he wasn’t wasting any time.

I shuffled to the bathroom and started the shower running. Then after staring at it a minute, I turned it off again. On second thought, I had a better idea. Instead, I shaved and brushed my teeth, and took care of the rest of my preparations for whatever the day might bring. I didn’t dress though. I wasn’t sure what Joe was thinking of doing, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to discourage any possibilities.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the main room. Unfortunately Joe had not only rummaged through my kitchen cupboards, but had also taken a minute to throw on a pair of jeans. Well damn! I sighed and went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of sweats. It was probably for the best, at least comfort wise, but I was still disappointed.

Joe was at the stove cooking something that smelled great though where the hell he’d found real food in my kitchen was anybody’s guess. I walked up behind him and peaked over his shoulder.

“Mmmm, smells wonderful, what the fuck is it?”

“Corned beef hash. You had a can of it in the cupboard.”

I shrugged. “If you say so, my mom always sends that kind of crap with me whenever I go home. Most of the time I never even look at it.”

“Obviously,” he said dryly. “I think I unpacked this when you moved in.”

“I doubt it,” I snorted, as I grabbed some plates and silverware for the table. “The way I remember it, the only thing you unpacked was the pizza.”

I sat down and watched as Joe split the hash onto our plates, then went back to the stove and grabbed another pan and walked back over. He used a spoon to carefully scoop up a white gelatinous mass that wiggled alarmingly as he slid it onto the pile of hash on my plate.

“That’s disgusting.”

“It is not. It’s a poached egg and it’s good for you.”

“Whatever you say Felix.”

It took him a second, but he finally got The Odd Couple reference. “Asshole.” He slid the remaining egg on his plate and sat down to eat.

I watched as he took a bite and then closed his eyes in appreciation. Suddenly, I forgot about being hungry. I was too busy staring at Joe to worry about something as mundane as food. Joe, who was here, with me, this morning - full of jokes and smart-ass comments - sitting across from me at this table, eating my food - things we’d done a hundred times before. It was all so familiar, so normal, and yet, everything had changed.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked. I focused on his eyes and watched as he got a little flustered, and I felt my heart flip over in my chest when I realized that I could make him blush like that.

“Eat your breakfast,” his tone was gruff, but I could see the smile playing around the edges of his mouth. “It’s getting cold.”

Obediently I took a bite. “Hey,” I looked at Joe, “this is really good.”

He shrugged, but he smiled.

“I had no idea you could cook.”

“This is not cooking,” Joe snorted. “This is opening a can. But yes, now that you ask, I’m a pretty fair cook. I just never lived any place where I needed to show it off before.”

The coffee maker had been chugging away this whole time, but now it gave a loud gasp to tell me it was done. I went over and fetched us both a cup.

“So that’s what you’re planning on, living here?” I was teasing, but he answered half seriously.

“If you’ll have me,” Joe smiled, but in back of his eyes was a little flicker of uncertainty.

He had nothing to worry about. The thought of him living anywhere else had never even occurred to me.

“Well, let’s make it for a trial period, shall we? Like the next 50 years or so?” I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

Joe grinned happily. “It’s a deal.”

I lapped up the last of the hash. “But you have to cook.”

“Hey, I thought this was supposed to be an equal partnership?”

“You,” I went over and grabbed his empty plate. “Were misinformed.”

I went over to the sink and filled the dishpan and gave it a squirt of soap. Joe brought the rest of the dirty pots and pans over to me.

“You wash, I dry?” He said.

I turned off the water and carefully dried my hands. Then I turned to him and wrapped my arms around him. I waited a minute to see what his reaction would be. He just grinned.

“No, they soak and we ignore,” then I added suggestively. “I have other plans for us.”

“Oh really?” Joe tried to sound sexy but his eyes told me he was still a little nervous. Sure we might have sucked each other’s cocks the night before - several times. But daylight was different. And we both knew it.

“Uh huh,” I pushed myself closer to him and twisted around so his back was pressing into the sink.

I pressed my groin to his and was gratified by the little lurch I felt under the worn denim of his jeans. I rotated my ass and ground in a little harder.

“Sweet Jesus,” he purred. “If this is the plan, then I’m all for it.”

“Only the beginning,” I murmured into the ear I was nibbling.

Joe stretched his neck to give my mouth more room to work and laughed softly. “Goody. Shall we retire to the bedroom?” He waved his hand in the direction of my, no our bed.

I pulled back and looked at him. “I think I have a better idea.”

I ignored his questioning look and slid my hand around the waistband of his jeans. I watched as his grin changed to a puzzled expression, as I didn’t take the opportunity to grab him, but rather, turned my back and pulled him by his pants towards the bathroom.

When we got to the doorway I turned back towards him. “You still owe me a shampoo.”

Light dawned in Joe’s eyes and then they darkened as the suggestion took hold in his mind. Now it was his turn to pull me towards him and his kiss was fierce.

“You’re right, and this time, I plan on finishing what I started.”

His hands slid down over my ass and he pushed my sweats over my rump until gravity took over and they fell into a pile at my feet. I returned the favor by using both my hands to unsnap his jeans. Then looking at his face, I watched every click of the teeth register as I slowly lowered his zipper.

We were still in the doorway, but now we both moved to go into the bathroom at once and…

“Damn!” Joe laughed as our shoulders got stuck in the doorframe. “Are you sure we can both fit in here?” He pointed to the room in general and the shower specifically.

“Trust me, we can fit,” I assured him. “We just have to turn in unison and make sure not to make any sudden moves.” I gently pushed him into the room. “And we have to be willing to be close - very, very close.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” Joe practically purred.

I turned on the shower and then, knowing the limitations of my water heater, didn’t waste any time stepping in and dragging my boy with me. The feeling of his naked and suddenly wet skin caused a shiver to run through me even though the water had already reached it’s optimum heat. Joe was behind me and he snaked his hands around my chest and squeezed me to him.

“I guess there is something to be said for small spaces,” he murmured into my ear and then gently bit down on my lobe.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned happily.

Reluctantly he let go and reached for the shampoo and filled his palm with a big dollop. A second later he began kneading my scalp. I bent my head back as far as I could and let him show off his specialty. The last time he’d tried this, I’d been too tense to fully appreciate how talented he was, but now I could feel my muscles relax as he worked the suds through my hair.

“You know,” Joe whispered. “I used to dream about doing this when I was in Italy. Some nights I’d wake up and I could swear I could feel your hair tangled in my fingers. I love how it’s so silky, and how the ends get all twisted and curly around my fingers.”

That surprised me a little. I was still wearing my hair down to my shoulders and I’d been half expecting Joe to make some smartass comment about that.

“You still have it long, I see,” there was that mind reading trick of his again.

I sighed ostentatiously. “Okay, I give up. I’ll cut it.”

Hey, I was in love with the guy. He liked my hair short. If cutting it would make him happy, then I could make the sacrifice. And if the truth be told, I was getting tired of frogging around with it, though I wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Don’t do it on my account,” Joe said.

Huh? “I thought you hated it so much?” I struggled to turn around until we were facing each other.

Joe grinned sheepishly. “Well, um, yeah - I said that…”

I looked at him until a dull red stain showed on both of his cheeks. “You shit!” I said as the light dawned. “Are you telling me you actually liked it all this time?”

“Look,” he pulled my head back under the water and started to rinse - mainly, I’m sure - so I wouldn’t be able to look at him anymore. “I told you I was a liar. This was one of those things I lied about.”

I grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall and then leaned in. “So what’s the truth here? How do you really feel about my hair?”

“It’s okay,” he laughed, but he wasn’t looking at me.

“Just okay, huh?” I got my face right into his and arched an eyebrow. “I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Yeah, it’s… nice,” Joe waggled his own eyebrows back at me.

“Nice? That’s all you can say, nice?” I upped the ante by sliding a hand over his chest until I felt a nipple. I slid the nub between two fingers and lightly squeezed.

Joe’s face immediately showed how much he liked that. “Umph! Okay, okay, I think it’s hot.”

“And so you don’t want me to cut it off?” I rotated my palm, lightly twisting his nipple.

“Oh God,” Joe sighed and pressed his rapidly filling cock into mine. “Don’t cut your hair - don’t change a thing.”

“K,” abruptly I stepped back and Joe almost whimpered. He may have been one of the slowest starters the world had ever seen, but now that he’d finally cleared the gate, the boy was putting his all into it.

I handed Joe a washcloth. “But your punishment for lying before, is you have to wash me.”

I could tell by the expression on his face that Joe didn’t think I was exactly a tough disciplinarian. He grabbed the soap and started to lather me up. After a couple of minutes, I wondered who was torturing whom here. He’d foregone using the cloth and was only using his talented hands on my slippery skin. He was very thorough, exploring every crack and cranny. It wasn’t too long before our two rods were doing a sparing match that was going to end in both of them going down for the count if we didn’t call an end to the round soon.

“Turn around,” Joe’s voice was husky. “I need to do your back.” I was pretty sure he wasn’t just talking about washing it either.

I turned, but slowly. This may sound stupid, but for the first time I realized that Joe might be ready for something more than a blowjob, and it was not an altogether happy thought. Like I’d said before, I hadn’t had anything in my ass since Elliot - before that, if you meant anything even approaching consensual sex. Even with Kevin and Saul, I’d noticed how careful they were around my backside, barely touching it, which had been okay with me. Yes, I wanted it again and of course I’d dreamed it would be with Joe, but I’d never considered it would happen so soon.

Funny, I’d been so concerned about his being at ease, I’d never thought about my own issues. Now it seemed that maybe it wasn’t him that was going to back away, but me.

“Joe, I…”

“Shhhh,” his hand stroked my back and chuckled. “I just want to explore another side of you.”

I relaxed a little and let my senses take over. I shivered as I felt his fingers brush the small of my back and then linger over one of my globes. He was delicate as he touched my surface with the soft soapy pads of his fingers, tracing skin and the muscle underneath. It tickled and yet at the same time it seemed to leave trails of fire that burned just under my surface. I realized I’d spread my legs and leaned up against the wall, shoving my ass further and further up in invitation.

So, I thought, through the haze of heat, love really does overcome all obstacles.

Joe’s hand stilled as he came to the raised and angry looking welt at the top of my hip. The rest of my ordeal might be just becoming a hazy memory, but Elliot had left me with a permanent reminder by way of a six inch scar that puckered and pulled and itched like crazy, deep down where no amount of scratching could reach. Gently I felt Joe’s fingers trace the jagged edge.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “The doc says it will take a while, but it should get better in time and if not, I can have surgery done to take out the extra scar tissue.”

Joe didn’t say a word. Instead he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around me. His cock slipped between my legs and I sighed as I felt it slide into my hot crack. I thrust back as he slid forward and the feeling was so exquisite my knees almost buckled.

“Oh God,” I gasped. “That feels so damn wonderful.”

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” Joe’s voice was fierce, almost savage and I wondered how he much of that was a promise to me and how much was an acknowledgement of his own failings. At any rate, it wasn’t something I was willing to pursue in the shower.

“Joe,” I whimpered. “Right now the only thing I’m really interested in is that you’ve got your cock between my legs and it feels damn good! So do me a favor and just shut up and let me enjoy the moment.”

He squeezed me hard and then chuckled. “Okay, you have a point,” and to prove it he thrust hips into me making me groan again. “How much hot water do we have left?”

The question brought me back to the real world. I stood upright and turned to face him. “Not enough,” I agreed sadly. Much as I was suddenly sure I was ready for Joe to fuck me, I didn’t want it to end up being a race against a cold shower.

I had never liked Malcolm since he had started working at the sales office I worked in, one month after he started I was promoted and made sure he wouldn’t get away with his slacking as he had done in his first month. He was about 22 and thought he knew it all and could get away with it. I hate to say it but I got a secret pleasure telling him he was sacked and now here I was tied up of my own free will and taking Malcolm’s cock into my willing mouth. It wasn’t long before I was getting turned on by my humiliating situation and he laughed seeing me get hard at being forced to give him a blow job.

“I never had you for a cock sucking faggot, asshole ” he commented as he thrust his thin dick right into my throat forcing me to deep throat him, “Man, I couldn’t believe it when this Max told me you’d be here like this - man.”

He came pretty quickly, holding my head firmly as he shot his spunk into my throat and making me swallow his full load. When he withdrew he seemed suddenly conscious of his surroundings and couldn’t get away quickly enough , though he paused long enough to spit fully on my face before he left.

I knelt there for more than half an hour the sour taste of Malcolm’s cum in my throat and his spittle drying on my face when I heard footsteps enter the facility and braced myself for my next potential encounter. The door was slowly poked open and into my view came a long, dark nightstick, to my fright I saw it was being held by a tall, muscular ,coloured policeman!

All sorts of things went through my mind, how I could talk my way out of this situation, I had been attacked or.. Anything to prevent being busted. Then he prodded the nightstick into my mouth and I realised he wasn’t here to arrest me but to be serviced by me. I sighed a sigh of relief and then I laid eyes on his cock - it was huge! As his stick probed my mouth he unzipped his trousers and a massive black cock sprang to attention in front of me, it was so big I doubted it would fit in my mouth. He seemed to be testing that out by using his nightstick to stretch either side of my gaping mouth and then he fit that hog of a cock into my mouth, slipping his weapon out as his penis entered.

I gagged immediately and panicked and struggled for breathe, he had to instruct me to “Breathe through your nose Bitch!”. I tried but it was a struggle , he must have been 14 inches long and had a huge girth, my tongue doing little other than licking the underside of his dick as he pushed gently in and out. I hate to think what damage he could have done if he had been as rough as Malcolm had been with me.

When he came after a good twenty minutes of me taking his meat, and by then I was enjoying it, he pulled out and pulled back his foreskin and aimed his pulsing penis at my steady face and unleashed a torrent of cum over my features, my face was literally coated in his sticky cum when he unzipped and without saying anything further left me to kneel as some of his cum dripped off my gasping face.

Three more men came in the next two hours, all well spaced and through my haze of cock I realised that no-one else was using the toilet, it was either very quiet or Max had set this up really well. Who was this man? The men seemed to take their lead from the cop and all of them made sure to give me a facial with their cum as they came leaving me an increasing mess with each blow job.

It was about three in the afternoon by the time the next “visitor’ arrived. By this point I was really uncomfortable, my knees were sore from kneeling in the cold and wet all day and my arms were tired from being pulled in the direction they were in. I was stiff all over and just wanted the day to be over. Then suddenly the door swung inwards and someone came in, my view wasn’t as clear as before as my eyes had been a target for the previous guys and a crust had formed around them blurring things slightly. However, looking up at him I thought I recognised him and when he spoke it came rushing back to me.

“Hey Nancy Boy, remember me.”

How could I forget, at school only one person had called me that, Graham Spink, the class bully who had taken an immediate dislike to me and spent the best part of four years making my life a hell. He was bigger and meaner than me and had realised that I wasn’t the type to fight back so he took advantage physically and verbally, calling me all sorts of names, especially “Nancy Boy’. All those horrible memories came back to me and here I was tied up, on my knees, caked in other men’s cum, confronted by the chief tormentor of my teenage years. This would be terrible I knew. I had hated him then and consoled myself with the knowledge he would grow up to be a waster while I would be a success.

He slapped my cum-covered face pretty hard as he inspected my predicament and took out his cock. He had no intention of shoving it into my mouth, as he took delight in telling me, “he wasn’t a faggot cocksucker like me”. What he did do though was handle his prick so it pointed at me and unleashed a fast spray of yellow, acrid urine all over my exposed face. It splashed off my head, into my eyes, up my nose until it settled on my mouth.

“Come on open up Nancy Boy” he goaded me.

To my shame and humiliation I found my mouth opening up and I took the full force of the spray into my mouth, swallowing some of the vile liquid while the rest swirled around in my mouth before dribbling down my chin to the stone floor. It seemed to go on forever but when at last he finished, the cubicle stank even more than before and my entire body seemed to be soaked with his piss. He zipped up, smirked at me then shook his head at how pathetic I was and left.

I had three more men to suck off that afternoon, I did it almost mechanically, my spirit crushed by then and when at 5:30 Master Max cam to release me I flopped pathetically onto the stone floor. He had one final humiliation for me though and he ordered me to crawl on hands and knees, naked into the main area of the toilets and up to the tiled floor before the urinal trough. This was overflowing and stank. He explained to me how that morning he had jammed it up and that each of my visitors had been encouraged to take a piss in it before leaving.

He took out a video camera and told me matter-of-factly that I would have to drink it dry before he would allow me to leave and that he would film me doing so. Anything for this day to end, I thought and reached a new low as I lowered my head to the trough and began to lap at the disgusting mixture. He stood over me egging me on and even at one stage put his boot on the back of my head and plunged it into the piss, threatening to drown me in it. He released me laughing even more and when I managed to get the level lower he handed me a straw which he told me to use to make sure I emptied the trough. It took me the best part of an hour to do but I finished it eventually.

“Well done Slave, you are really showing your obedience to me and I must say I am enjoying humiliating you. When you arrive home tonight you will find instructions that I expect you to carry out to the letter, failure to do so will see a copy of this tape sent to your parents. Understand?”

I could only nod and trudge into the night to see what my next fate would be.

I got back home and tiredly lifted the note and package the Master had left on my kitchen table ( how had he gained entry? ). The note read as follows :

“Well done so far Slave, you have pleased me with your actions and I know how much you will have enjoyed your humiliations. In the box are garments that I expect you to wear to your work every day next week under your normal clothes. I will check on this happening at some stage so do not fail me. However, tonight I want you to shave all of your bodily hair off. Make sure you are thorough, I especially do not want any hair left around your crotch or ass and legs.”

I opened the package and carefully lifted out a frilly bra, frilly panties, garter belt and stockings all in a very feminine pink colour. I was no cross dresser and had no desire to wear women’s underwear and the thought of being forced to run the risk of someone at my work discovering I was wearing them both repulsed and excited me. I went to have a long, hot bath that night to wash away the crust that covered me from the day and to contemplate what I was becoming. I then set about shaving myself which took some time.

Of course I wore the clothing each day that week to my work under my clothes, making sure I wore a dark shirt each day for fear someone may see the bra’s outline. I have to admit that I was turned on, not by what I was wearing but by the thought of being caught and what could lead from that. Then when I returned from my lunch break on Thursday I entered my office to find the Master sitting in my seat, dressed in bikers leathers, his boots cockily perched on my desk.

I entered and shut the door behind me and immediately sunk to my knees before him.

“Nice office you have here slave. Nice secretary too, what’s her name?”

My secretary was indeed a pretty little thing, not long out of school Louise was nevertheless extremely competent at her job , the only drawback to her seemed to be that she was a gossip in the office.

“Miss Goodhead, Sir.”

“Well I am ordering you to ask her to come in here right now.”

Feeling extremely uncomfortable about where this might end up I nevertheless obeyed and through the intercom asked her to come into my office and to close the door behind her. She came through swiftly and as she closed the door both the Master and I appraised her. She was 18, tall, had a nice figure, very big boobs and beautiful long, blonde hair. She was wearing a sheer white blouse and a short dark skirt with black stockings. She had a puzzled look on her face as she looked at the older man who so confidently occupied my seat.

“Those are lovely stockings you are wearing Miss Goodhead, do you often wear them to work?” he asked her. She stood there frozen unable to work out how she should answer. He ploughed on not waiting anyway.

“Of course you’re not the only one who like to wear stocking to work is she slave (his use of the word before her stung me and I grimaced as Louise listened )? Why don’t you show her she is not alone – take off your shirt and trousers now.”

They both stared at me each, for different reasons, waiting to see if I would do what he commanded. Lowering my eyes I reached up with my right hand and began to tug at my tie. The master smiled as I continued to undo it, letting it drop to the floor then I unbuttoned my blue shirt and let it fall allowing both to view my hairless chest covered by the frilly pink bra. My face burned red with shame when I heard my secretaries little gasp of surprise when she saw the bra, what had I done? There was no turning back though and automatically I kicked off my shoes and socks before the Master stopped me.

He got up from my desk and locking his eyes with those of the transfixed Louise he strode over in front of me. He gripped the buckle of my belt and forcefully undid it before unzipping me and pulling my trousers off. I stepped out of them at my ankles and stood before them clad in my bra and panties and stockings.

“Look into Miss Goodhead’s eyes slave, tell me what you see there, tell me what you think she must think of you now.”

I looked across at her and saw a mixture of surprise, amusement, disgust but mainly an enjoyment of the humiliation I was undergoing. I told him all that.

“Hmm, Miss Goodhead, I’ll bet you never thought you’re boss enjoyed wearing women’s underwear did you? No, well there’s a lot you don’t know about him, he’s a kinky little bitch who’ll do whatever he’s told. Try him, give him a command he’ll obey.”

She smiled uneasily at what was going on, unsure how to react but you could also see that she was in some way aroused by the situation and when she spoke that young voice had a real edge to it that I had never noticed before.

“Take your panties off.”

I paused only to be struck by the Master and told to hurry up and obey her. I peeled the pink panties from around my crotch and pulled them off, revealing my freshly shaven pubic area and my semi-erect penis. She came closer to me, as if to inspect and dismiss my tiny cock, then spoke again.

“I never had you as one of them, just goes to show you can’t trust the quiet ones. I bet you like sucking cock don’t you? (I nodded) Yes, and I’ll bet you like being buggered don’t you Mr. White?”

To that I never responded but the Master did by ordering me to lay over my desk and telling Louise that he would show her exactly what I liked. I gripped the edge of the desk and grimaced as I heard his zipped being lowered. He was going to fuck me in the ass here, in my office while my secretary looked on. And she did look on now, no thought of hiding her arousal, she felt her boobs and I saw a hand reach into her skirt as I felt the Master’s fat cock head touch my ass cheeks and braced myself for the assault to come. He was not gentle with me, I believe he was trying to make me shout out or squeal , knowing that although my office was closed and there were no windows that surely others would hear my moans if I made them too loudly so he pistoned his cock into my arsehole as hard and as fast as he could as I hung onto the far side of the desk and stifled the screams and shouts I needed to let out. I felt him climax inside me then withdraw and do up his trousers. He swiftly made to leave the office pausing only to say ” Miss Goodhead, you can do one of two things, one, tell everybody what you saw here or two keep the knowledge to yourself and have a boss that is unbelievably indebted to you, you might say under your control. I leave it to you what you do. Slave (addressing me), I will call round for you at eight tonight for the next part of your journey.”

I got into his car that night with some amount of trepidation, I had the feeling that the Master had lined up the ultimate humiliation for me and that after tonight I would never be the same again. Still I went with him and I felt excited about what may happen as well as my ever present worry.

We booked into a dirty, seedy hotel in a run down area of town and I carried his suitcase up to the room while the duty manager gave the two of us a leering look as if he knew what two men would be up to in one of his rooms. Once in the room he had me strip naked and ordered me to wear the clothes in his suitcase. Not that there was much, just a wispy, short lacy teddy and that I pulled on.

“I have a guest coming up in ten minutes, when he arrives I will move to the bathroom and watch the pair of you. He has been instructed not to turn on the lights, you will not speak to him or communicate with him. You will merely kneel before him and accept his cock into your willing mouth and give him the blow job of his life. He had better be satisfied or I will make things far worse for. When he comes in your mouth you will begin to masturbate yourself and put a finger up his arsehole while keeping his semen in your mouth. Understand?”

I had accepted my desired role by now and merely nodded my ascent. Seconds later there came a knock at the door. The Master retreated to the small bathroom while I shut out the lights. The room was engulfed by light when the man entered but plunged to pitch dark when he swiftly shut the door. He stood by the bed and I moved over to him, sunk to my knees and eased his trousers down, slowly playing with his hardening cock.

He seemed to be a tall well built man, very hairy with what felt like pretty big cock. I slowly ran my tongue over it and began to explore under his foreskin with my lip. It was a bizarre thing, the two of us in complete silence and darkness as I orally pleasured him. Soon I had his full length in my mouth and was sucking like a pro. His pubic hair tickled at my nostrils as his full length rammed into my mouth and I concentrated on pleasuring him. All too soon I could feel him tense up and begin to moan (which sounded like a shout in the silence), then I felt a rush of warm, stickly liquid in my mouth and remembering the Master’s instructions I reached my left hand up and probed his butthole with my index finger and began to tug on my rock hard erection.

Then the bathroom door flew open and the lights came on, the Master snapped of picture and snatched up a video camera he had been filming with and laughed and ran from the room. Stunned I looked up into the man whose limp cock still touched my lips and whose cum dripped from my mouth and whose arsehole I was fingering. I nearly howled in anguish to see I was looking into the eyes of my older brother James.

My descent was complete.

“Please, let me do this. I’ve dreamt of this so many times.” I told him.

“Me too baby, me to.” I smiled at the term of endearment. Yeah I could get used to that.

I lifted his t-shirt over his head as his arms went up. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had a beautiful body. His smooth chest suited his olive skin tone. His pecs were built just right, muscles that were just perfect for me, not too big but not too small either. He told me he worked out as often as he could and it showed. His brown nipples were already erect and looking so fucking juicy, I could gobble them up. A nice 6 pack stood out from his abdomen, waiting for my fingers to run over the bulges. A thin trail of dark hair led down from his sexy little inny belly button to his shorts. I looked down and noticed the stretched cotton fabric and the bulge waiting to be set free. A nice wet patch was on the front where his cockhead prodded out. He adjusted himself in front of me and I couldn’t help but moan as the top of his cock peeped out of the waistband of his shorts. I couldn’t wait much longer so I tugged at the hem and pulled them right down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

I gasped……my God he was beautiful! Perfect! He looked like a model; in fact he could be a model. His uncut cock was about 8 inches, and quite thick. The foreskin was pulled back and the head was bright red and angry, dripping with pre cum. It stood up against his abs. I’d never been with another uncut guy before so it was a nice suprise, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. His egg sized balls were slightly hairy, matching the neatly trimmed dark pubic bush surrounding his cock. I wanted him so bad.

After a minute or so he spoke up. “Are you just gonna stand there staring at me all day, or are you gonna let me see you?” Sam butted in my thoughts.

“Oh….oh…yeah go ahead. I really don’t mind looking at you, you are beautiful” I gasped.

“I’m sure not as handsome as you.” He replied, coming over to me.

Sam didn’t waste any time undressing me. My shirt was ripped off, and he stood back to look, then smiled. I took my shoes and socks off, and then he unbuttoned my pants. My cock had soaked my pants, and he quickly pulled them down, along with my tight boxer briefs.

He stood back and looked me up and down. My own uncut 7 inch cock was leaking and stood straight up.

“Well?” I asked.

He walked around me and I waited. I was quite proud of my body. I worked out, not as much as I could have, but still there was no fat on me and I was slowly working on the 6 pack, and getting there. I liked to keep the little patch of hair I had on my chest and figured it suited me. I tend to keep my pubes really short and my balls, crack and ass waxed. I find it smoother and a lot less hassle.

“You know something Jake. You are gorgeous. I imagined you so many times, but never anything like this. I can’t wait to get you in that shower.” He finally replied.

Phew! I was starting to worry a little.

I followed behind him into the shower, which also gave me a chance to take a good look at his ass. Not bad, not bad at all. Just as I’d imagined. As soon as we were under the water, we kissed again. My hands went everywhere I could think of, feeling, touching, holding, grabbing. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I moved my mouth off his lips to kiss his neck, licking and biting there for a while until I moved to his ear and heard him whimper and shudder at my touch. “Oh yeah, that’s a hot spot’ I thought. I moved down to his chest. His nipples were so inviting and rock hard and looked so tasty. I sucked his left one, while my hand went to his other one, gently pinching it.

“Ohhhhhh, yeahhh” Sam called out.

I alternated between both nipples, pinching one while sucking and nibbling the other. We were both moaning…loving every second.

My hand traveled to his balls. They were quite big and heavy. Filled with cum that was just waiting to be set free. I massaged them a little, while traveling my tongue down to my prize. Sam was moaning louder now. His eyes were closed, but he soon looked at me when I had my tongue licking the juices from the tip of his cock. My eyes never left his, I tried sucking out more pre-cum from him. I licked up and down the shaft, then took his balls into my mouth one by one and felt the hairs tickle my nose slightly. That made me shiver and my cock jumped. He was going crazy. His hands were pinching his nipples, then pushing my head onto his cock. I knew what he wanted, but I wanted him to beg me for it.

“Ohh fuck Jake…..more…..more….please suck me…I’ve wanted this for so long..please….”

How could I resist? I opened my mouth and took about 6 inches of him in straight away.

He moaned so loud, I wondered what the neighbors would think if they heard. He tasted so fuckin good. I could suck him all day. I never wanted another cock again. I took more of him in my mouth, until my nose was right up to his pubes and right down my throat, sucking harder and faster as I did. My tongue rolled around his shaft as I sucked, giving him more sensations. I grabbed his balls and pulled on them with my left hand, while my right went to pinch his nipples. I think that sent him over the edge.

“Jake…I can’t hold it much longer, I’m gonna shoot baby…gonna shoot.”

I felt his cock grow bigger and tried not to gag. One last suck and he came.

“OHHHHHHHHH YEAAHHHHHHHHH”. Sam screamed.

Some of his cum went straight down my throat, but I pulled out a little so I could taste him on my tongue. He must have shot about 6 or 7 loads into my mouth. I managed to get it all. Hell, I wasn’t about to waste any. I swallowed the lot down. His cock left my mouth, and I licked him clean until he was soft. I was so ready for shooting that I was wondering how long I was gonna last.

I stood up and smiled. “You taste delicious babe.” I said as I licked my lips.

He smiled and kissed me again, tasting some of his own flavour, and then kissed me all the way down to my nipples. I love my nipples being sucked on and bitten. I groaned. The sensations are wired right to my cock. It jumped and he noticed.

“Ahhh…one of those are you? You like that I see. Well I will have to remember that next time” He said with a cheeky expression, and went right back to bite my nipples.

Next time? That sounded good to me. But for now I wanted to get off, and my cock desperately needed some attention. “OOOhhhhh fuck yeah. Suck me please Sam….I need it…I swear I’m gonna shoot soon.” I told him.

He didn’t waste any time. He pulled off my nipples, pushed me back against the wall and took my whole cock in his mouth, inch by inch. I almost screamed as I felt my cock go down his throat and his mouth pull me in. I just stood there and let him eat me, while my hands rubbed his head, encouraging him to suck harder.

It was the best blow job I’d ever had. Nobody had ever made me feel that good. He sucked faster and harder.

“Shit baby, I’m gonna cum….take it all…take my fuckin cum.”

He moaned on my cock, and I felt a wet slippery finger suddenly enter my ass hole deep, and that did it for me.

“OHHHHHHHHH FFUCCKKKK YESSSS….” I shouted as he was milking my balls dry. I looked down at him still drinking my cream. He waited until my cock went soft, then let it fall from his mouth. He stood up and smiled.

“You don’t taste so bad yourself. I could get used to this, what do you think?” He asked.

“I’d love that more than anything babe.” I said kissing him. I sighed a little. “I need to get things sorted at work first though ok? It might mean that I have to finish being your nurse and us taking a break from one another for a couple of weeks.” I replied.

He smiled, but said he understood. We hugged for a while, before kissing, washing each other and getting rock hard again. We both stayed in the shower a while, getting to know each other’s bodies more intimately, before masturbating one another. His hand felt really good on my cock. I knew I could love doing this with him everyday and every night. I was so horny that it wasn’t long before I shot my load all over his abs. I bent down and felt the ripples of his muscles on my tongue as I licked my cream off him. We kissed and shared my load. I pinched his nipples the way he liked and he soon shot his loads all over me, then licked it off and shared himself with me.

We got dressed, and I realized that I was already late for my next appointment so we had to hurry up.

Back downstairs, I re-dressed Sam’s leg, still flirting like we usually did.

It would be the next Monday before I saw him again for work, but we had arranged to meet in a couple of days to go for a drink….on a date. We agreed we wouldn’t take things any further until we were both sure it could be allowed by my boss, (after I spoke to her of course). I was in trouble as it is, not that either of us would tell on what we did.

I figured that if she sacked me and I had to leave, then that’s what I would do. I could get another job somewhere else even though I loved my job. I knew it was a little soon, but I knew that Sam was more important to me now.

I gave him a kiss as I left; well actually it was more of a full blown snog. I was sad, I really didn’t want to leave, but I had to.

I went to the next patient’s house a VERY happy guy, because now I found the perfect someone who I could love forever, and who loved me back. I knew it was gonna last between us. Nothing could spoil it for us now. Nothing.

To be continued…