A kinky story written by Max Potter | Chapter 1

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I have always been submissive, and I lived in a town that wasn’t too big. I had sometimes found someone to take me, but never more than a night. I had dated some, but all the guys wanted a relationship, none wanted a slave. I worked at a Denny’s-like restaurant as a waiter. It didn’t give me lots of money, but I didn’t need much. And I got to serve men and call them “Sir”.

I was a pretty good waiter, and my boss (married older woman) was happy with me. I worked the evening shift, it had the best tips. One night he came in. He was High School age, and he looked fantastic. I saw him enter the restaurant and I whispered a prayer that he would be sat at my station. He was.

I walked over after giving him a second to look over the menu and asked “What would you like to drink, sir?” Up close he was so fine. I couldn’t help the extra bit of subservience that crept into my voice. He looked up at me, and I saw a cocky confidence in his bearing. “Coke.” I’m sure I read too much into his voice, but to me it sounded like he was used to command. Nevertheless, I was getting a little hard serving him. He finished up and left a few minutes before my shift was over, and he left an okay tip.

As I walked out of the parking lot, I saw him again. He was in his car (a Camero) but hadn’t started it up yet. As I continued to walk to the bus stop I watched him out the corner of my eye. He started the car, and pulled over by me.

“Need a ride?” He asked, there was something behind his question.

“Well, I….” A picture of my ass in the air for him flashed in my mind. I didn’t know what to say.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride home, and maybe you can do something for me.”

“Sure, OK. Thanks.” I went around and got in. He drove out of the parking lot.

“So, where do you live?” He asked, his lip turned up in a half smile. I told him. He headed the right way.

“I don’t have a lot of money to give you. I bet this is out of your way.”

He smiled at me. I melted. “Well……” He drew it out. I wanted to kiss his ass, his voice was so sexy. “You could give me a blow job.” I wasn’t expecting that. I was hoping for it, but not expecting it. I looked at him, openly taking stock of his body. Longish blond hair, blue eyes. I could see the outline of his beard, just a hint of shadow. Great chest. He was wearing a golf shirt, and I could see his pecs outlined where they pushed and stretched the fabric. Slim waist, blue jeans. And a basket. We were stopped at a light, and he thumbed his dick through his jeans. That sent me over the edge.

“Sure, OK.” I looked up at him, and he smiled a victory smile, he had vanquished me. He drove a bit on, then found a deserted lot to pull into. Without a word, he slid the sit back,  undid his belt, opened his pants, and pulled them down, lifting his hips.  His dick was half-hard and beautiful. It was six inches already and still growing. I bent over, kissing the head. I was rewarded with the sweet taste of pre-cum. I licked my lips and took the hardening head into my mouth. I began to suck. I sucked further and further down his shaft until I was at the base. I was choking a bit on his cock. But I sucked and sucked. I poured everything into it. I used my tongue to massage the shaft and keep my lips tight. I swirled my tongue around the head and used my teeth to gently nip up the side. I licked up the sides and kissed the top and shaft. I licked his balls and put both the buoyant massive things in my mouth, working them over with my tongue.

He just sat there. His hands clasped behind his head like he was ready to do a sit up. He would occasionally move and when he groaned, I know I had done something he like. At one point his left hand came down and rubbed his flat stomach and up to his nipples, then it returned.

I sucked on him for an eternity, and I loved every minute of it. Finally, his groans became more frequent, and both hands came down on my head. He only had to gently push to keep me deep-throating him as I was more than happy to obey his wishes. Then he came.

Spurt after spurt hit the back of my mouth, and I swallowed. His hips bucked up into my face in a fucking motion. I reveled in the salty taste and sucked harder. As he spent himself, he pulled my head off his dick.  I breathed in. My head still bowed, my eyes were fixed on his manhood. It was slowly deflating, red, slick, and sticky. I swallowed again, getting more come that had been hidden in my mouth. “Thank you, Sir.” I said, awed at this man.

“Suck my cock and thank me for the privilege, eh? I like that.”

“Yes, sir.” I whispered.

His hands went back behind his head as he breathed deep, catching his breath. I watched his chest rise and fall, straining further the fabric of his shirt. His pants were pulled down near to his knees, his shirt had ridden up and I saw part of a washboard stomach. His chest was great. I could tell he worked out. I didn’t say anything. What could I say? I just watched. His breathing continued for a few minutes, gradually slowing to a normal rate. All that time, he just lay there, his dick out in the open, calm as can be.  Since he didn’t seem to mind, I just watched his body, drinking him in, burning him into my memory.

“Know what I want to do now?” He asked looking at me.

I looked at this beautiful face “Sir?”

“I want to fuck your ass.”

“If you would like, Sir, of course you can.” I answered. What a dream. I pinched myself, no, I was awake.

“Let’s go to your apartment.” He pulled his seat up and started the car again. His shirt fell down, covering him some, but he didn’t make a move to pull up his pants. What confidence he had.

A few minutes later, we were at my apartment building. He pulled his pants up and buckled his belt as he got out of the car. I led the way to my small apartment. Once inside he looked around like he owned the place (as far as I was concerned, he did, and he owned me).  He strode around like a cowboy, and I felt like a little girl following him around. “Let’s go boy.” He said as his inspection ended. He headed for the bedroom, flicked on the light, and turned around. “Strip, boy.” I thought it was odd him calling me ‘boy’, since I was, I guessed, some years older then him, but I wanted to be his boy, so I loved it. I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt. He stood with his arms crossed over that magnificent chest of his and watched me. Now, I’m in pretty good shape, if it isn’t as good as his. I have good definition to my pecs, and arms, and you can see the six-pack starting to bulge out of my stomach. I’ve always found it easier to get a guy in bed if you look good, so I try.

I pulled my pants off and stayed down to take off my socks. I didn’t want to stand up, because my hard-on would show. This man before me was big, and I guessed his dick to be about 8 inches long when fully erect, and I was under six. ‘Truly his boy.’ I thought ‘Not a man next to him.’ But I straightened up and saw him look at my crotch. He could tell that I wasn’t as hung as he was, and that made him smile some more. I hesitated.

“Do I have to tell you to finish, boy?” He asked, with a sparkle in his eye.

“No sir. Sorry, sir.” And with a breath I put my thumbs under my briefs and pulled them down. My (little) cock bounced up and down, only hitting my stomach because I was bending over at the time. Then I stood up and His eyes looked me over.

“Now me.” He said. “Start with my shoes.” No question in his voice, just a soft order. It was like he knew that I would obey.  I knelt down and began to untie his sneakers. They were nice shoes, Nikes, and with the car, I guessed he was pretty well-to-do. I finished untying the shoe and pulled it off, he lifted his foot to help me. “Don’t forget the sock.” He said. I reached up and pulled it off. As I began to set them aside, I heard him again “Neatly.” I folded the sock and placed it in the mouth of the shoe. I turned back to his other foot, but not before I got a whiff of his sock and it’s stinky-masculine scent. My hands trembled a little as I undid his other shoe. Here I was, buck naked and kneeling before an absolute stud. He was much better looking than most of the guys who had fucked me before, and I was on my knees following orders. It was heaven. I repeated the folding and put the shoe and sock beside their mates.

“Now the shirt.” I stood up. He was giving me instructions and I was obeying. He hadn’t tucked his shirt back in when he put his pants on, so I grabbed the bottom and lifted gently. He raised his arms to help me. As I did I got very close to his chest, and as it was revealed to me, it was spectacular. I inched toward his right nipple. His arms now free, his left hand grabbed my ear and twisted. “Not now boy.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” I was capitalizing the word ‘Sir’ to myself now, this was great. Just what I always wanted, God, if it only would last. So many times I had someone who would order me around only for a game or only passing through.

“Now the pants.” I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out. Guessing as to his wishes, I rolled it up and set it on the folded shirt that I had on the dresser. I turned back to him and undid the button at the top of his jeans. Doing this I came in contact with his stomach. The skin was smooth and I could feel the muscles below it. Heat raised from his crotch. I was shaking. I unzipped his zipper, revealing his re-hardening dick. He wasn’t wearing underwear. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed when I blew him in his car. He lifted one leg, then the other so I could remove his pants. Then I folded them and put them on the dresser next to his shirt.

I turned to see him in all his glory. What an Adonis. I almost fell to my knees, and my knees were weak looking at him. Strong biceps and forearms, but not steroid inducted. He had a body that he worked on and made beautiful. Broad shoulders, hard nipples. He had a dusting of hair between his perfect pecs and a treasure trail to his pubic bush.  Big dick, pointing 8 inches at me. Muscular legs and thighs. High arches on his feet. He stood naked like a greek statue, comfortable as if he were fully clothed.

He gave me a second to drink him in, then ordered “Suck me.” Now I really fell on my knees and took his massive tool into my mouth. I brought my hands up to his thighs and butt. Everything was hard and firm. I sucked and slobbered on his dick, taking the whole monster into my throat. He bucked his hips back and forth a bit, getting more into it this time than he had before.

After a few minutes, he stopped me by grabbing my hair and pulling back. “You got some lube?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Fetch it.”

“Yes, Sir.” I stood up and fetched it from the stand by the bed. He took it from me and began to apply it to his dick.

“Get on all fours on the bed.” He said as he lubed himself up. I obeyed. I felt him mount the bed behind me. His hand rubbed up and down on my ass, forcing the crack open a bit. Then both of them. Then suddenly a slap.

“Aw” I exclaimed.

“Shut up.” He responded, and I bit my lip. He slapped me a few more times, then I felt his hands really pull my ass apart. I felt the hot head of his cock press against the gate of my asshole. He pressed and pressed into my hole. I bit my lip harder in the pain of the first anal sex I had had in weeks. He pressed on, thrusting in and out. He grabbed my hips and pumped into my ass. Out of my ass. Deeper and deeper. The pain of the intrusion morphed into the pleasure of being dominated by a real man. My dick was hard and bounced back and forth in concert with his manly thrusts. I groaned and urghed.

Since he had just come in my mouth not twenty minutes before, he was in no hurry to come again, so he fucked strongly but not too fast. Occasionally he would slap my ass or pinch my cheeks. I looked back at him. His eyes were half closed, and he didn’t seem to be watching me, just enjoying his ride. His chest glistened with sex-sweat and his hips moved in and out. I felt like an object, some toy for his dick. I loved that, to be at the service of such a stud. As much as his big dick made me hot filling me with his young manhood, acting as his pussy, as a thing or a toy is what really got me going. And as I have said, I’m used to getting my thrills where I can. Mostly I had to take what I could, since whoever was riding me was only in it for an easy fuck and would rarely smack me around. This guy hadn’t smacked me around, but his commanding presence and confidence did it for me.

As I was looking back at him, his eyes opened up and he looked down at his boy. He smiled at his boy. A confident smile like he was in charge and knew it. Like he could snap his fingers and have anyone he wanted. He leaned forward and stuck the two first fingers of his right hand into my mouth. I automatically began to suck on them, looking up at him like a dog wanting to please his Master. In my fantasy, he was already my Master, and I just his slave. But I couldn’t get my hopes up that he would last. Chances were he was just out for a quick fuck and play at being a tough guy in control. But there was love and obedience in my eyes, and he might have read that. He continued to fuck me.

After some time his thrusts took on more urgency. He grabbed my hips and moved me back and forth on his dick as he pumped in and out of my bruised asshole. I was sweating and I could feel drops of his sweat fall onto the small of my back.

As his thrusts increased in speed, I came, twisting my body. I couldn’t help it. I had sucked him off and been ordered around and was being fucked up the ass with increasing ferocity. I was in heaven, absolute heaven. My hips bucked in little fucking motions and  I felt his hands slip some and grab on tighter to make my body conform to his wishes. I was just a little boy before the great Masterly man, and my body obeyed him more than me.

Finally, thrusting his chest out and throwing his head back in a deep groan he came inside me. I could feel the cum bursting inside of me and filling my ass. His thrusts slowed and stopped. I could hear him breathing deep over my own breaths. He half fell with his head toward the pillows, and moved to adjust himself lying down on my bed. He was breathing deep.

I moved on my hands and knees around a bit to allow him to stretch out. I looked at him. Sweat covered his body and both his strong hands were near his navel. His magnificent chest moved up and down, drawing life-giving air into his lungs. The sweat made light reflections over his body, and it was divine.  He was glistening like a god. Like after I had blown him, I just stared, watching him. As he got his breath back, he began to speak, pointing to his cock. “Clean me off.” I dove for his dick. I gingerly used my right hand to bring it to my mouth and clean him off. I licked and gently sucked. I could see the sweat on the hairs of his strong legs and the sweat in  his public bush. I could taste his come and my shit. I continued my cleaning as he regained his breath.

“Goddamn that was good.” He breathed deep. “You can stop now.” I didn’t want to but I didn’t want to disobey my Master (even if he were only my Master in my head). I pulled up and leaned back on my knees at the foot of the bed.

His right hand swept across his brow. He was watching me. He didn’t look cocky at the moment. He just looked like someone who had had a good fuck. He had a pleasant smile on his face, like one you would have if a good friend had just shown up. “You did good, I really liked that.”

“Thank you, Master.” I said it automatically, without thinking. As soon as ‘Master’ was out of my mouth I breathed in quickly. My eyes had dipped down to his cock, and they shot up to his face. I was shocked at my word. It had slipped out. Yes, I had been thinking of this man as my Master, but so many men had only wanted to play or didn’t want to hear that word at all that I was afraid to us it, or the guy would just leave my life calling me a pervert.

When the word ‘Master’ hit his ears there was no change for a moment. Then his smile deepened. “Is that what you want, a master?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want to be someone’s slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He put his hands behind his head again, like he had in the car. I could see his pits and the sweat that ran from them. He was looking at me. Now, this guy was naked in a strangers house. But he was a comfortable as you please with me staring at him. I had just had sex with the guy and I was a bit embarrassed to be nude there in front of him.

“Would you like me to be your master?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. More than you can image Sir.”

“Humm. How far are you willing to go?”

“Sir, as far as you like, Sir. I’ll do anything you want me to Sir.”

He just looked at me for a second, then he got up off the bed. As he started talking again, he dressed. I just stayed kneeling on the bed listening to him.

“OK, I’ll give you a shot. I’ll be back here tomorrow at 9. I want you here. I’ll give you a run through to see if I like the way you perform. If I like it, I’ll keep you. If I don’t, I may just show up to fuck you every so often. Now, here are some rules; One, I like being called ‘master’ so do that. ‘Sir’ is OK, but I prefer ‘master’. I want to be sure you know your place. Next. I want you naked whenever you are alone here. From 8:30 on tomorrow night, I want you on your knees in the center of that living room of yours waiting for me. Have your hands behind your back and your head down. Got that, boy?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy. Now, I want you to go and open the front door for me.” I looked up at him. I was naked and had obviously just been fucked. What if someone saw me? As I looked at him, I resigned to obey. I got off the bed and followed him to the front door. He stood before it, and as I reached for the door handle he asked. “Just how far are you really willing to go, boy?”

“As far as you want me to, Master.” I looked up at him sincerely.

“Good boy.” He gestured to the door and I opened it for him. He walked out. Before he strode off, he turned around to me. “On your knees, boy.”

“Yes, Master.” I knelt before him. He tussled my hair and strode to the steps and down to his car. As soon as he was out of sight, I closed the door, after all, he hadn’t said I couldn’t. I rushed to the window, and saw him climb into his car and drive off. Then I noticed my dick was hard again. A Master, a real Master. God, I hoped this would be the one.

To be continued …

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Max Potter

Max Potter discovered an interest in domination and slavery at a very early age. First reading about historical accounts of slaves, that eventually turned to an interested in the Dom/sub culture. A voracious reader, he see dominance and submission in many passages. When a friend gives up something, when a man takes a metaphorical blow for someone else. When one will is subjected to another. For his writing, he looks for the unusual situation. It could be total reluctance on the part of the sub, or innovative commands given. Always on the lookout for a novel idea, he can be contacted at his Gmail account as maxrpotter.

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