My Master and I

Young Gay Slave finds His Perfect Master

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My Master and I

It was a lovely day when I went into the corner coffee bar and my 
life changed. Until then, I had been restless gay man looking for 
satisfaction. That day, I saw the man who was to be my master. He 
was a tall, heavily muscled brown-skinned man who obviously spent a 
lot of time in the gym. His arms were as big around as my legs. His 
legs were nearly as big as my chest. When I first noticed him, he 
was sitting on a stool looking calmly out the window. He had an air 
of calm self-possession and radiated health and well being. While I 
was looking at him, I was overcome with the desire to serve him in 
every way. At first, I was a little shocked by the intensity of my 
feelings, but then I realized that I truly wished to belong to this 
man. He looked my way. I knew he sensed my feelings. He got down 
off the stool and walked over to me, his eyes holding mine. "Let's 
go" was all he said. We walked the few blocks to his building 
silently. Occasionally, we looked at each other, our desire 
building.  He walked very nimbly, as though his muscles had no 
difficulty supporting his huge body. Once in his apartment, he 
looked at me and said "Strip." He did so, too. Without clothes, he 
looked enormously strong. Each muscle was precisely defined and his 
skin was taut over his entire body. Between his legs hung a long, 
thick uncut penis, with two medium size balls in a blunt sac 
underneath. He said nothing, but I did as his eyes commanded, going 
down on my knees and taking the end of his cock into my mouth. My 
only desire was to please this man, my master. With one hand, I 
began to joggle his balls in their sack, while my tongue caressed 
his foreskin. My master began to grow hard and I tasted some salty 
pre-cum as it leaked into my mouth. Gently grasping his penis with 
my other hand, I pulled his foreskin back a bit and inserted my 
tongue into it so that its end was touching the head of his cock 
under his foreskin. I moved my tongue rapidly in and out of his 
foreskin hood, pausing to run it slowly and lovingly around the 
head of his cock. My master's iron control never wavered as he 
became harder and more excited. His breathing stayed the same, and 
his legs never moved to thrust himself into my mouth. He was making 
his orgasm entirely my job, and I loved it. Within minutes, my 
tongue, lips and hands had brought him to high arousal. The veins 
under the skin of his cock were engorged and I could feel them with 
my lips like hard little tubes. Sucking and tonguing, my one hand 
gently massaging his balls, my other moving the skin of his cock 
first away from its head, then back again, I felt myself grow hard. 
After a while of lovingly trying to empty my master's balls, I felt 
them draw up in their sack toward his shaft. His cock head also 
swelled and hardened as I sucked and licked harder, knowing that 
soon his semen would erupt into my eagerly waiting throat. As he 
was about to come, I released his dick and reached around with one 
hand to grab his iron hard butt and use it to pull my head forward 
so that his cock was lodged deep in my throat. Holding it there, I 
moved my head rapidly around in a small circle so that his cock 
head, tightly gripped in my throat, would get maximum stimulation. 
I felt his hot semen jet out into me. As it did, I, too, shot my 
load out onto the bare floor. My master and I had just enjoyed our 
first orgasm together. After our spasming was done, I carefully 
licked his prick clean, taking care that all the cum was out from 
between the hood of his foreskin and the head of his cock. His 
beautiful balls had descended again to rest in the bottom of his 
sack when I stopped sucking. Looking up at him, I asked silently if 
he wished me to stop. "Enough for now" he said. "I'm going to my 
gym for a workout. When I get back, I want my apartment to be 
spotless. The cleaning stuff is in the kitchen under the sink. Wait 
here for me after you're done." I nodded yes. It was wonderful 
watching him dress again to go to the gym. Every move was light and 
nimble, almost effortless. Here was a man in perfect shape. After 
he left, I began by cleaning up my orgasm. I washed the floors, 
dusted, cleaned up the kitchen and bedroom then took a long hot 
shower and lay down on the bed to nap while awaiting his return. 
That was the first time for us.
When he got back from the gym, he looked me up and down then sat on 
the edge of the bed to talk to me. "We've both been around for a 
while, and I want you to know that I've had a couple of slaves 
before you. It didn't work out, but I keep hoping for the perfect 
slave. Here's the deal - if you're still with me after a year and 
we're both satisfied with how things are going, I'll take you as my 
permanent slave. If they don't work out, you're free to go any 
time, no hard feelings on my part. A couple of things - I catch you 
screwing around, you're out of here. You have to devote your full 
energy and effort to pleasing me. That means acting like a wife and 
being a totally obedient slave. You fall short in any way, you'll 
get one warning. It happens again, you're out of here. You got 
that?" "Yes, master." "What's your name?" "Garry." "Mine's Craig. 
The only time you call me that is when we're out together in mixed 
company. When we're alone, or if we're with other masters and 
slaves, you call me 'master' and nothing else." "Yes, Craig." "Now, 
give me your phone number and go home. I'll call you tomorrow at 
four when I get off work." "Yes, master." I wrote down my number 
and left, disappointed that he didn't want me to spend the night.
At four the next afternoon, he called me. "Come over now" he said 
and hung up. I hurried over to his place. When he let me in, he was 
wearing a loose wool robe over his naked body. "Get undressed, 
Garry" he ordered. I stripped quickly, hanging my clothes over a 
chair. He looked at me but I wasn't sure what he wanted yet. "Hang 
those clothes neatly in the bedroom closet. I can't stand to have a 
mess around here." I did as I was ordered, then stood in front of 
him, waiting. "Today, you're going to learn something new, Garry." 
He took a few quick steps over to me, grasped me by the shoulders, 
spun me around, then bent me over. Had I wanted to resist, it would 
have been impossible, he was so strong. "Here goes" he said. 
Wetting his fingers with spit, he inserted the index and middle 
fingers of this left hand into my ass. He wiggled his middle finger 
around until it was pushing against my prostate, then, with his 
index finger inside me and his thumb between my legs, he pinched 
the tube that led from my prostate to my cock firmly shut. He began 
massaging my prostate with his middle finger. At first, I felt 
excitement at his penetration. My dick came to life and hardened 
up, pointing away from my body. He massaged relentlessly. It felt 
very good now. Another few seconds and I felt myself starting to 
come. But I couldn't. He held the only exit for my semen shut 
between his powerful index finger and thumb. My prostate began to 
pump, as it did when I came, but the semen was held back and 
couldn't go anywhere. The pressure in the tube built up and it 
began to sting, but my gland kept trying to spasm the semen out. 
With each contraction, the semen would be pushed forward, and then 
it would back up again into my prostate. It was a novel sensation. 
Unable to push the semen out of my dick, my gland kept contracting 
until it tired, then gave up. I had the sensation of being ready to 
come, but my prostate was exhausted and a little sore from its 
efforts. My master stopped his massage and pulled his two fingers 
out of my ass. A few small drops of come dribbled from my 
cock. "There, Garry, now lie down and rest." I felt strange and lay 
down on his bed. My master smiled and said "That's just the 
beginning." He went to wash his hands, then returned with a small 
bottle of olive oil, which he used to lubricate his left hand and 
my butt hole. He put his fingers in again, pinched my urethra shut 
and began massaging. When I tried to come this time, the 
contractions were weaker and didn't last as long. After a few more 
rest periods, with each massage followed by weaker and more painful 
spasms, my gland was sore and swollen, unable to contract at all. 
Yet, I was still loaded with cum. Only a few drops had gotten past 
where he had pinched me off.  "When you finally are able to cum, 
slave, you will be very, very grateful indeed" my master 
said. "Leave now. I will call you tomorrow." "Thank you master." I 
dressed quickly and left, feeling happy that my master had paid me 
so much attention. At home, I took four extra strength pain relief 
pills before going to bed. It was still nearly and hour before I 
could sleep. The next day, pissing was difficult through my abused 
and swollen prostate, but each time I went to the bathroom I was 
reminded of my master's wonderful strength. I was horny all day, 
being loaded up with unshot semen. When my master called, I ran to 
him, eager for release.
He was waiting for me, holding a tube in his hand. "Today, slave, 
I'm going to continue with what we started yesterday." With that, 
he took me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He oiled 
the tube up with some antibiotic ointment and inserted it up into 
my penis. With his fingers up my ass, he felt the end of the tube 
going into my prostate and stopped pushing it when the end was just 
emerging from the bladder side of my prostate. The whole thing felt 
very strange, sort of as if I had to piss but couldn't. Master 
screwed a squeeze bulb full of salt water onto the end of the tube 
and began slowly to pump fluid up into me. The end of the tube was 
a balloon which swelled up, expanding in my prostate until the 
gland was stretched out thin around the balloon. My master, who 
could feel my gland swelling as he pumped, told me what was 
happening. "Not a drop of semen will get out today, slave. Also, 
your prostate will be unable to contract for weeks after today's 
stretching. No more orgasms for quite a while." The valve from the 
squeeze bulb was one way, so the liquid was held in me with no way 
to escape. The whole thing felt very strange up in me. It was not 
painful, just uncomfortable. Master positioned me on the bed with 
my knees bent under me, my butt up in the air and the tube and bulb 
hanging out of my penis onto the bed. Master oiled my anus and then 
slowly worked his tool into my ass. It hurt at first, but then my 
sphincter relaxed and he was all the way in. As he slowly pushed in 
and pulled out, I felt his balls slapping against me between my 
legs. Holding my hips, he pulled me up against him so that his cock 
was imbedded in my ass up to the hilt. I could feel his pubic hairs 
touching me. Without a word, he pulled back his foreskin and put 
the head of his prick against my prostate. Swollen as it was by the 
balloon, it made an easy target. He rubbed his cock head all around 
it for a while, then pushed up past it deep into my ass. In all my 
experience, no one had ever gone this deep before. The pleasure was 
so intense I nearly fainted. This was really good and it wouldn't 
stop as long as he kept it up because I couldn't come. Master had 
iron control and kept pumping me for nearly an hour. During that 
time, my prostate attempted to contract a number of times but 
couldn't. I was fully erect, pre-cum dripping from my dick but 
unable to spurt my seed.  "Stay" master said and pulled out. He 
went to relieve himself and then returned to pump into me for 
another half hour or so. I was so taken up with the pleasure of 
constant fucking without being able to shoot my load that I lost 
track of time and couldn't think of anything but my master's next 
thrust. Master pulled out for a while, reinserted himself and 
pumped his full erection into me three times quickly and discharged 
his load. He pulled out, leaned forward, kissed me on the 
ear. "That's all for now, my little slave." He released the valve 
on the squeeze bulb and the water flowed out of me back into the 
bulb. Using his finger, he massaged the rest of the water out of 
the balloon in my gland and pulled the catheter out of my prick. 
Throughout the whole process, I remained erect. "Dress and go home 
now, slave. Be here tomorrow at four."
Pain pills again, but pissing was very easy, since my prostate had 
been stretched out as far as possible and wasn't swollen nearly 
shut. It was a relief to be able to piss easily, but I couldn't get 
hard, even though I wanted to very much. I could hardly wait to be 
with my master at four.
I was right on time. Master opened the door for me.  "Hello, little 
slave. Are you ready for today?" Ready? Hell, I was so hot I was 
ready for anything. This time, master put me on my back on his bed 
with my head hanging face up over the edge. I knew what he wanted. 
This was the classic "deep throat" position, with my open mouth and 
throat in a straight line for less resistance to deep penetration. 
Master allowed me to suck and lick his balls and cock for a while 
until he was fully erect. Smiling, he took my face in one hand, 
thumb in one jaw hinge and index finger in the other. He held on 
tight so that it was impossible for me to bite down. With his other 
hand, he pressed my shoulders into the mattress. Without warning, 
he thrust his erection into my mouth and down my throat. Suddenly, 
his cock was halfway down my esophagus to my stomach. I couldn't 
breath. Master pumped slowly in and out, but only a short distance. 
The shaft of his cock remained so far in that I couldn't draw 
breath around it. His balls were parted by my nose and lay over my 
eyes. "Struggle little slave, struggle. It feels better when you 
do." Soon I was fighting with all my strength to get his cock far 
enough out of my throat so that I could breathe. I struggled, 
trying to push him off with my hands, trying at first to wiggle 
away, then, becoming desperate to breathe, I began to buck up and 
down on the bed, pushing at his abdomen with my hands. He never 
stopped smiling. "Good, good my little slave. That's good. 
Struggle, fight, push!" I did, but nothing I did could overcome his 
enormous strength. In a frenzy of bucking, writhing and pushing, I 
struggled to get just one breath, anything for some air. My 
strength was leaving me. I wanted to breathe more than anything and 
I couldn't. My hands dropped to my sides and I lost consciousness 
just as my master's juice erupted into my belly. When I awoke, my 
master was standing above me, his cock hanging limp and his balls 
relaxed in the bottom of their sack. He looked perfectly satisfied. 
My throat was sore and I knew that later my muscles would be, too. 
My master had subjugated me completely, just as I had wished for 
and needed so badly. I looked at him with love and devotion. "Thank 
you, Master." "Get up, little slave. It's time to get dressed. 
We'll go get something to eat and then you can go home."
All I could get down at dinner was a milkshake. Back at my 
apartment, I realized that how sore I was from my master's use. 
Throat, butt hole. Prostate - everything felt wonderfully sore and 
thoroughly used and mastered. I lay there enjoying the feeling and 
soon was fast asleep.
Life with my master went along well. We never spent the night 
together because I was told to leave immediately after our sexual 
athletics were over. I never asked why, because I was truly happy 
with what my master was willing to give me. Not wanting more from 
him than he was willing to give me was the foundation of our 
relationship.
Once a month, we went to a private party that was attended only by 
masters and their slaves. It was here that I met a number of eunuch 
slaves, some with no genitals at all. They were called "nullos". 
Nearly all the slaves I met had been genitally modified in some 
way. One very good looking blonde slave looked intact, but, as he 
confided to me, his master had replaced his balls with silicone 
implants that were larger than his originals. He used hormone 
injections to maintain his slender figure and seemed very content 
with his master. Some masters, I discovered, would fellate their 
slaves and permit them to use their butts. These were things my 
master never did. Each master had his own style as did each slave. 
All the slaves were eager to please their masters. The parties were 
fun, with slaves providing much of the entertainment.
One night we were coming home very late from a party. There was no 
one out walking on the street so late in our neighborhood, so I 
gave my master a quick kiss on the neck. A cab was stopped for a 
red light at the intersection. The cabby leaned out of his window 
and yelled  "Goddamned pervert faggots!" My master covered the 
distance between us and the cab so quickly that the driver was 
still busy trying to roll up his window when my master squatted 
down, grasped the side edge of the cab with his hands and lifted it 
up onto two wheels. The driver, who had just frantically closed his 
window, was shocked when his cab went over onto its side. "Stop it" 
he screamed. My master crouched and pushed the cab all the way over 
onto its roof, then grabbed a front wheel and spun the cab around 
so that it was facing the other way. The driver was suspended 
upside down by his seat belt, too stunned to do or say anything. My 
master shouted "Don't we faggots just turn your stomach?" to the 
helpless cabby. We walked away laughing, then trotted around the 
corner and down the street to his apartment. "Most fun workout I've 
had all week" he said.
Our first year was nearly over, and my master had said nothing 
staying together after the first year was up. Whatever he wanted 
was fine with me, but I certainly wanted to stay with him, probably 
for good.
On the last day of our first year, Craig said "Well, little slave, 
our first year is nearly up. I want to discuss what must be done 
now in order for us to be together. You see, I have a problem with 
having another male around in the same house all the time. There's 
something about another male that gets on my nerves, and I don't 
like to have one around full time. If you were a eunuch, we could 
live together with no problems. I'll leave it to you whether you 
want to give up your balls. Let me know what you want."
"I want what you want. I'll be glad to give up my balls to you if 
that's what you want."
"Well, the club has a special commitment ceremony for slaves to be 
castrated for their masters. It is by reservation only and takes 
place only when requested by a master and his slave. No one at the 
club ever wants to miss one, and most slaves whose nuts have been 
harvested in the ceremony remain together with their masters ever 
after."
I shivered in anticipation. My balls were coming off and in public, 
too. "When can we do it, master?" "Have to make reservations etc. 
It could be as soon as two weeks, though." "That's fine, master. 
What will you do with my balls after they're harvested?" "To forge 
a deep bond between master and slave, a master is required to eat 
his slave's severed parts at the end of the ceremony."
Gesturing toward my nuts, I expressed regret that I couldn't 
provide a larger meal. My master arranged for the ceremony to be 
held on Saturday night in three weeks.
For the night of the ceremony I wore no underwear and everything I 
had on was easy to get off. My master told me that I would be naked 
during the ceremony and that I should obey all commands from the 
master of the ceremony quickly and without question. We arrived, 
were escorted backstage where we met the master of the ceremony. He 
was a large heavily muscled eunuch who wore leather chaps and vest. 
His genital area was fully exposed and his long penis hung straight 
down over the scar that marked where his ball sac had been. On 
stage, behind the curtains, I was strapped face down to a special 
table that spread my legs and raised my butt up so that my nuts 
dangled down between my legs. After shaving my whole pubic area, 
the master taped my cock up to my abdomen so that it wouldn't 
interfere with my castration.
An interesting device was used to tie off my nuts in their sac. 
Shaped like a "C" it had two bands, one on each end and a two 
levered cams to hold the bands in place once they were tightened. 
The  bar of the "C" consisted of a threaded rod that fit into a 
threaded cap. By turning the cap, the distance between the two 
clamps could be lengthened and shortened. Once I was in place on 
the harvesting table, fitted comfortably and strapped tightly in, 
the master placed the top of the clamp next to my abdomen, pulled 
the upper band extremely tight around the neck of my sac and pushed 
the lever over to engage the cam, locking the band in place. Next, 
he pulled my balls down into the bottom of my sac and turned the 
threaded rod until the bottom clamp was just above my balls. He 
pulled the lower band very tightly around my sac just above my 
balls and locked it in place with the lower cam. It felt a bit 
uncomfortable at first, but almost immediately my nuts turned deep 
red, then blue and lost nearly all sensation. The master turned the 
cap a few more times to stretch out the sac between the two clamps 
to thin it as much as possible for easier cutting. "Now you are 
prepared for the ceremony, slave." He signaled, and the table I was 
strapped to was raised high above the stage. My master stood below, 
wearing a leather outfit that left his genitals exposed. The master 
clapped, announcing "We begin the ceremony."
From my vantage point, I could see the curtain being raised, but I 
was still hidden from the audience. The master bowed and introduced 
my master to the audience. "This is Master Craig, who will take his 
slave, Garry, in bondage tonight." The audience applauded as my 
master bowed deeply. The Master opened a trapdoor in the stage 
under where the table had been. "Lower the slave."
Slowly, I was lowered to the measured foot stamping of the 
audience. I could see the auditorium was packed with masters and 
their slaves. When the table came to rest on the stage, the master 
lifted his cock and turned to show his scar to the audience. 
Turning to me, he said  "Kiss my scar three times, slave Garry. The 
first time to express your wish to be a eunuch. The second time to 
show that you are becoming a eunuch out of love for your master. 
The third time show that you become a eunuch better to serve your 
master." He moved closer and I kissed his scar three times, 
slowly. "Now slave Garry, you are ready." The audience applauded 
and stamped their feet. The auditorium was brightly lit and I could 
see some of the slaves on their knees before their masters. Others 
were sitting in their masters' laps. On a signal from the master, 
my master walked behind me and inserted his rock hard cock into my 
butt hole. There were three large TV monitors that I couldn't see 
the front of because they were facing the audience. One must be 
showing my face, because a camera was pointed at me. A second 
camera pointed at my balls. Two eunuchs with large breasts wearing 
only white leather bras walked in, wheeling three small television 
monitors that they put in front of me. One monitor showed my face, 
the second showed my now blue-black balls held in the device, the 
third showed what looked like the head of a drum. One of the 
eunuchs whispered "So you can enjoy the show too, slave Garry." In 
the audience, some slaves heads were bobbing up and down as they 
sucked their masters' cocks. Other slaves' butts were being raised 
and lowered onto their master's erections. Everyone was watching 
either me or the monitors. My master pumped in an out of my butt. 
My cock was distended up against my belly with excitement. In the 
monitor showing my purple-black balls, I could see the master's 
hand hooking a curved knife around the taut band of skin between 
the two clamps. My master continued to push rapidly in and out. It 
felt so good. The master told my master to cry out "Now" when he 
came. As always, when my prostate wasn't blocked, I came massively 
when my master did, crying out in release as semen jetted out of my 
cock. "Now" said my master, and the hand in the monitor swiftly 
pulled the knife through my skin and cords. I felt only a tug,  
then saw a hand release the lower clamp which held up my master's 
meal. My severed balls fell away in their sac through the trapdoor 
in the stage. The audience cheered loudly when my ex-balls hit the 
head of the drum shown on the third monitor. They made a meaty 
thump.
The master quickly cauterized the cut part of my remaining sac with 
a small, hot propane torch. There was no pain, since the nerves and 
blood supply were tightly clamped off. I could smell the flesh 
burn, though. Satisfied that the wound was thoroughly cauterized, 
the master released the cam holding the upper band and pulled the 
castration device off. He rubbed a small amount of antibiotic 
ointment onto the burn.
The two assistant eunuchs released my straps and massaged where 
they had held me. They helped me up from the table and asked if I 
could stand. I was able to and actually felt relieved to be free of 
the straps and of the weight of my balls. I stood, raising my hands 
over my head, and the audience applauded.
My masters meal was brought up from below, steaming on a plate. The 
assistants brought out a chair and my master sat down at the 
castration table. The plate, and a knife and fork were placed in 
front of him. The master turned to me and said "Repeat after me, 
slave Garry: My master, consume my manhood as symbolic of my 
devotion and obedience." I did. Next he said "Master Craig, repeat 
after me: I accept your offering and promise to be your master ever 
after." My master said the words, never taking his eyes off me. 
Then he ate the cooked balls whole, one at a time, chewing slowly.
The two assistants brought out a large cloak and draped it over the 
master's shoulders. "Your tanned sac will be sewn into this cloak, 
which is made up of the sacs of all the slaves I have made into 
eunuchs." I looked closely and saw that the cloak was made up of a 
large number of sewn together pieces of tanned skin, shading from 
light tan to nearly blue-black. The master held up a jar containing 
my severed sac floating in tanning solution. "After this is tanned, 
your name and the date of your castration will be branded onto it 
and it will be sewn onto the hem of my cloak." The master showed me 
the hem, which was not yet complete. "How many" I gasped. "You are 
slave number four hundred twenty two" said the master.
The master turned to the audience. "You have witnessed this bonding 
of Master and slave. Let no one try to separate them."
The curtain fell to the cheers and applause of both masters and 
slaves.
The night of my castration was the first I spent with my master. He 
tenderly bandaged my wound after rubbing it with antiseptic cream 
and brought me four extra-strength pain relievers to take to deaden 
any pain I might feel. I was quite glad to be rid of my nuts and 
their sac and told my master so. "I ate your nuts, but I want you 
to keep your penis. I have a use for it." He gave no further 
explanation, and soon he motioned for me to satisfy him orally. I 
fell to the job with gusto, first tonguing his butt hole and 
licking forward to his balls. I ran my tongue up and down in the 
crevice between his sac and his thigh. His excitement built until I 
took his full length down my throat, bobbing my head rapidly. He 
couldn't take it very long. His balls drew up toward his shaft and 
soon I was rewarded with a flood of his potent semen down my 
throat. I couldn't come, being exhausted from the massive orgasm I 
had enjoyed when castrated. Perhaps tomorrow, I thought, falling 
asleep.
During the next few months, I stayed in shape, increasing the time 
I worked out to keep from gaining much weight. As my testosterone 
levels subsided, I took even more pleasure in satisfying my master. 
I still come when he does, but most of the time, I don't get all 
the way hard. My juice now usually shoots out of my semi-hard on. 
My breasts have developed, too. I ended up with a small pair of 
shapely, firm breasts with small nipples. My master likes them a 
lot, and massages them and kisses the nipples when he makes love to 
me. They are very sensitive, and I get very excited when he does 
that.  The scar from my castration is also very sensitive, and when 
I dress for the gym, I purposely put my dick back between my legs 
over the scar so it will be massaged when I work out. It's a lot of 
fun, getting me warmed up for a good session with my master when we 
get back from the gym.
When my master uses my bottom, I enjoy it a lot more now than 
before I was a eunuch. It feels better, and I can move my ass 
around very rapidly to pleasure him more without banging my balls 
against myself and causing needless annoyance.
The biggest surprise for my master was my increased docility and 
eagerness to please him. He found out about that one day when he 
motioned me over onto my back with my head off the edge of the bed 
so that he could deep fuck my throat again. This time, after taking 
a deep breath,  I eagerly took his hard on into my mouth and, 
reaching behind him with both hands, grabbed his iron hard butt 
cheeks, pulling my mouth up onto his cock until my lips were 
against his abdomen. His balls rested on my eyes, which I blinked 
to massage his ball sac. I bucked and wriggled as I grew shorter of 
breath, but my hands never left his butt. We came together shortly 
before I passed out from lack of air. When I awoke, my master 
smiled at me. "Much better now, little slave. Much better." I 
smiled, grateful for his praise, and wonderfully pleased to have 
satisfied him so well.
My master and I are very happy together now. I hope my story will 
encourage other slaves to be bonded to their masters as I have.