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BECOMING A MASTER 05
(MM, Anal, Oral, Sweat, WS, Scat, Snot, Cum, Rough,
SM, CBT, & MORE)
Homer Rios
writerbear2000@yahoo.com
Sunday, April 24, 2005

Copyright (c) 2005 to Homer Rios and WRITER BEAR
CORPORATION

Please do not post, print, copy, or distribute without
the express permission from the author.

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I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU!  CUM ON GUYS, let me know
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After four months, our bond was strong and his
subservient ways were even stronger.  He went out of
his way to be the ultimate slave to me, and I made
sure that I was the ultimate Master to him.  All of
the worried feelings I felt in the beginning melted
away after the fourth day of this wonderful
relationship.

We explored almost everything that he wanted to
explore, and that I wanted to explore.  We both agreed
that scat would be off limit between the two of us,
but if we ever have a party and dominate wanted to he
would do it without hesitation.  He gave me his word,
which was good enough for me.

During this time, I was finding that he was going out
of his way to do everything for me.  I no longer
bathed myself, but had him doing it for me, which was
really all right with me since he did such a good job
at it.  I usually come home from a meeting with a
client and he had a beer ready for me, and a light
snack.

One night I was tired and retired to my room, he was
finishing up the dishes and then retired to his cell. 
I was feeling a bit horny, but didn't want to bother
the slave for a quick suck off.  Spitting into my hand
I grabbed hold of my cock, and began to stroke my
swollen member.  I brought myself to the edge twice,
and was relaxing for a while playing with my balls and
the exploring my chest.

I was startled when I felt lube being put onto my cock
and being held in place by another hand.  Looking up
Carlos was kneeling there massaging the lube into my
cock and massaging my cock.  He was massaging the cock
and not masturbating me, this feeling was incredible. 
I leaned back on my pillow, as I watched to the best
of my ability him working my balls, then my cock and
then my entire groin area.  He was also able to figure
out when I was about to cum and ease off massaging
another part of my body.

When I finally came, he continued massaging the cum
into my body, working it into my cock, balls, and then
into my chest.  I fell a sleep shortly after that, as
he returned to his cell.


I had a meeting with the on-line Master that has been
giving me advice on being a better Master and he was
deeply disappointed in me after I explained to him in
detail how our relationship is doing.

"You worthless piece of shit."  He told me after
slapping me over the head.  "You are NEVER to get
emotionally attached to a slave!  Do you love him?"

"No!  I respect him."

"That is good you should respect him, he sounds like a
good slave, but DO NOT get attached to this slave." 
He said shaking his head.

"Are you telling me that you haven't or don't love any
of your slaves?"  I asked confused.

"I love a few of them, but I am not allowing my love
for them cloud my behavior to them.  I am still the
MASTER, and they need to know that."  He said.

He asked, "What are you feeling now?"

"I am confused, I went into this wanting to be a
Master, to have someone worship me twenty four seven,
but now...now I have feelings for this guy, who is a
fantastic slave and doing everything I want of him,
but I cannot seem to..." I trailed off.

He picked up where my train of thought was going. 
"You cannot seem to do a lot of the things that you
want to do with him.  I know where you are coming from
and it seems like you two are experimenting with each
other, but you need to keep control man."

"Yes sir."  I said feeling ashamed of myself.

"It is okay to love him, but don't let your love for
him cloud your decisions.  If I were you I would go
home and talk to him and see exactly what he feels the
relationship is at."  He informed me, patting my knee
as he said good-bye.

I sat in the café for a bit longer, thinking over what
we have been speaking about and thought that he was
right.  I was letting my feelings for him get in the
way and not really being a Master, I was getting a
slave, but I wasn't doing everything that I was
suppose to as a Master.

Thinking about it, I was rougher with Greg than I have
been with Carlos, and I think it was because Greg was
so hard headed, and Carlos was so willing to serve.  I
made my way home, and spoke to Carlos man to man, and
found out that he was indeed missing the (what he
called) breaking sessions.

We began to expand our relationship to the breaking
sessions right away and throughout the year up to the
week before Christmas.  Just like everything he did
for me he did it one hundred and ten percent for me
during these sessions.  He learned after a while that
pain could equal pleasure, and that his enjoyment goes
up more as the pain goes up.  

I was getting into the relationship like the on-line
Master said that I should, and found that I was not
really bothered by the change in my attitude.  I still
had feelings for him, but I didn't let that get in the
way.  Something I didn't think I could do.  I was
proud of myself, and glad that the change in my
attitude didn't affect my feelings for Carlos or his
towards me.


CHRISTMAS SLAVE BOY

The morning before Christmas Eve, I had Carlos spread
eagle on a Saint Andrews cross that I had him make a
few months prior.  The prior night I had worked him
over several hours, and the poor baby was spent.  I
woke him up with a gentle kiss on the forehead.  He
stirred looking up at me, smiling at me.  Our new
relationship has made us closer.

"Wake up boy.  We have some shopping to do for dinner
tomorrow."

I untied him from the cross and escorted him to the
bathroom where we went through the usual morning
ritual.  We were dressed and out of the house by
eleven.  Our first stop was a café where I have lunch
every now and then; we ate and made our way to the
mall.

We walked into the men's store and had Antonio (an
overly gay man) measure us for black double-breasted
suits.  Everything matched, our suits, shirts, and
ties.  The suits would be ready in three hours; we
would come back after we had our other errands to be
done anyway.  

The next stop was the jewelry store that had a golden
necklace with a small padlock that I have the key to. 
I paid for it, showing it to the slave, who beamed
from ear to ear.

"Thank you sir."

"No thank you boy.  Merry Christmas too."

He looked down at his shoes. "Sir, I haven't gotten
you anything."

"Yes you have, you have given me more this year than
you could possibly imagine.  Your constant presence in
my life is the best gift I could ever have."  I said
giving his ass a tight squeeze.


Christmas Eve we had to be at a small get together at
the on-line Master-Master Frank.  It was only going to
be four Masters and their slaves for a bit of dinner
and some other extracurricular activities.  It was
black suit and tie event; slaves had to be in a suit
and tie too, and had to be completely opened to the
other Masters "interest."  

Carlos said that he was completely opened to anything,
but I had a feeling that this was going to be a test
on Master Frank's part to see how willing am I going
to be to let Carlos to be used.  

Deep down it bothered the hell out of me!  It bothered
me that someone else could use my slave and does what
they want with him!  I didn't want him hurt, and
didn't want him to leave me for one of the other
masters.  I had a lot of issues with Christmas Eve's
party and was not sure if I could make it through the
night.

We were a bit early to Master Frank's house, but the
Master didn't seem to mind a bit.  His slave, simply
named BITCH FAG, greeted us at the door completely
naked sans a chain around his neck that ran down his
back, up his crack, and around his balls.  I looked
over to Carlos and thought that he was over dressed,
but the Master spoke up.

"Don't worry about BITCH FAG being out of dress, he
fucked up this morning and is being punished.  He will
be punished later for his indiscretion."  He said as
he ushered us in.

We sat down and had a wonderful meal that was more
than a bit of dinner, it more a like a full course
dinner.  We all took our time eating discussing
various topics that focused on world events, and not
master/slave relationships.  

Being the rookie of the group, I was asked several
questions about how things were going-whenever the
topic did go to the master/slave relationship-and got
several good advices.  I came to the decision that
these guys were everyday guys that had jobs and a
life, but also came home and was a different person.

For the most part, the slaves ate at a separate table
in another room, not allowed to talk.  They were
served by one of Master Frank's slave who was dressed
in leather briefs and a leather vest.  He was tacked
out with piercings and tattoos, and was completely
without hair.  He walked around in an almost zombie
way, as did most of the slaves that Master Frank had
serving us.  

It occurred to me that Master Frank might not be the
type of master that I want to be, and is a bit too
hard on his slaves.  Then again, I thought that I was
too soft on my slave and still new.  The other
master's slaves looked in good health and good
spirits.


Dinner and dessert was over with and the masters
lounged around inside Master Frank's library drinking
coffee and smoking cigars.  The conversation continued
about the economy and what they thought what was wrong
with the US and how they would fix it.  For the most
part, I was just listening and answering questions
whenever asked.

The fun began when a black slave came into the room
naked with the simple statement: "The playroom is
ready SIR."

We went to a locker room where we changed out of our
clothes and walked over to the playroom.  The other
Masters were not in the shape that I thought they
would be, but then again I wasn't in the best of shape
either.  They were all definitely cute.

Our respective slaves were undressed and in the rest
position in the middle of this huge tiled room.  It
was somewhat cold, but also very nicely organized-I
know it's strange to think of that.

"Gentlemen, a little bit of a play session, before we
adjourn tonight."  The Master said smiling at me.

He continued, " You will NOT be able to use your own
slave, but I will give you a few minutes to give them
their last minute instructions.  Go to it."

I walked up to Carlos not sure what I was going to
tell him, but thought that it would be best with the
truth.  "Okay boy, I am not sure what they have in
mind, but I am sure that they will do anything they
want.  If you have any qualms about this let me know
now?"

"SIR I will make you proud, whatever they do to me I
will take, you will not have to worry about me I will
be all right."  He said smiling at me.

"Good boy.  I know you'll make me proud."  I said
heading back to the other masters.

Master Frank said something like "Go!"  The next thing
I knew was two slaves were grabbing hold of my arms
and dragging me to a table.  Master Frank took hold of
Carlos and moved him over to some chains that were
hanging from the ceiling.  He made quick work of
putting leather cuffs on him and hooking them up to
the chains, and then place leather cuffs on his ankles
and chained him to eyelets on the floor.

All of this was going on while three of Master Frank's
slaves were tying me down to an inclined Saint
Andrew's cross.  I was scared at what was going to
happen to Carlos and afraid of what was going to
happen to me.  The other masters took their slaves to
separate places and started to "have fun" with them.

My head was set in a position where I could see what
was happening in the room, but there was a perfect
view of Carlos hanging spread eagle.  My heart sank,
but thought that whatever happened he would be all
right, and that Master Frank wouldn't do anything that
would cause him any harm.  Would he?

I began to relax against the cross as five guys were
manipulating different parts of my body.  They were
not trying to be erotic, they were actually massaging
me to make me relax, and I must say that it helped a
lot.  I laid my head back enjoying the special
treatment, and looked around.

The other four masters had five slaves; in addition to
the slave the other brought playing with them.  One
master had one of his slaves impaled on a very large
black dildo that was on some sort of motor,
automatically getting his stretched asshole fucked. 
The slave just squatted there with the biggest smile I
have ever seen and pre-cum drooling from his piss
slit.

The room smelled of sweaty men, and the nice smell of
sex, and the sounds of men moaning, groaning, and
gasping with the mixture of pain and pleasure.  My
attention returned to my slave, and saw that Master
Frank was whipping him with a leather paddle.  Each
swat of the paddle Carlos yelled out with "Five, thank
you sir, May I have another?"

I watched astounded that he wasn't crying and that he
was actually quite turned on by it.  I have whipped
him, and "beat" him since our talks and have always
noticed that he enjoyed it, but I have never thought
that he really wanted it, until tonight.  I came to
the realization that he wanted this sort of treatment,
as well as, being treated with respect.

Of the slaves that were on me, one was sucking on my
cock bringing me to the edge and backing off.  Another
two were attached to my nipples sucking like leeches
stuck to their victim.  Another one was between my ass
cheeks tongue fucking it with all his might.  The last
slave was behind my head stroking my cheeks and
keeping my face where I could watch Carlos.

I came to realize that this was Master Frank's way of
letting me know what my position is with Carlos, and
that he is a slave and nothing more than a slave.  I
can love him, but I cannot let my love for him get in
the way of role of being a Master.  

All this went through my mind as three slaves were
sucking me off, and tongue fucked by another slave. 
My mind forgot about Carlos as I let myself get into
the attention being paid to me.  

Carlos for his part was doing very well for himself as
Master Frank continued to paddle him, but this time
slapping his balls and cock with a small leather cat
of nine tails.  He caught the sight of me looking at
him, and our eyes locked on each other.  He smiled at
me with the biggest grin I have ever seen him smile
and his eyes shone with pride.  I shook my head to him
to let him know that he was making me proud, which
made him beam even more.

The night continued for the longest time, the slaves
brought me off five times, and then jacking off
spewing their cum all over my chest.  Each slave took
turns massaging the cum into my body, and dipping
their fingers into my mouth to clean them off.  (After
all it isn't good to waste good cream.).  They untied
me, and allowed me to stretch my arms out.

Stretching I looked around the room and saw that the
other masters were all ready gone, with their
respective slaves lying around where they were being
"played" with.  I looked in the direction of Carlos
and saw that he was missing, my heart jumped inside of
my chest concerned as to what has happened to him.

Master Frank came from an open door towards me.  "Your
slave is fantastic, Enrique, I have never had a slave
that was so loyal to his master, and was so eager to
make him proud.  I can see why you fell for him, he is
a looker and quite the submissive."

"Thank you sir."  I responded, not quite knowing what
to do or really say.

"He is near your locker waiting for you.  His body
will be a little sore but he wasn't harmed."  He said
patting me on my bare shoulders.

"Thank you sir, and thank you for the lesson."  I
said.

"You knew this was a lesson then, you are one smart
mother fucker.  Yeah I wanted to test you and see what
you will do if your slave was fucked over by another
Master.  You passed with flying colors."  

Another slap to my shoulder, as he escorted me to the
locker room, where Carlos was standing in front of my
locker in a parade rest.  The other masters were
drying off talking with great admiration for Carlos
and how well he performed.  I got dressed with the
help of Carlos, and left giving our thanks to the
other masters and Master Frank.  

The drive home was quiet, but it wasn't because I was
upset and just tired.  Carlos got out of the passenger
side of the car and came over to open my door.  As I
got out I pulled him into me hugging him, somewhat
startling him.  

"Thank you boy, you made me proud."  I told him
kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you Sir, I am glad that I did not disappoint
you."  He said.

We made our way inside the house.  Carlos striped
right away hanging up his suit in his clothes closet
and placed the leather collar on his neck.  I was at
the bar fixing myself a drink as I stood there looking
at Carlos go about doing his business of cleaning the
house and going about his other duties.  

It was right then and there that I decided that my
relationship with him would have to always be one of
Master/Slave and never him being my lover.  In a way,
I thought to myself that wasn't a bad idea, but I also
thought that as a slave I already had him and got
everything that I wanted from a lover from him anyway.
 I will always have to remember though that I was a
Master and could NOT let my feelings for him to
interfere.  

I finished my drink and headed to the bedroom, where
the slave undressed me, and followed me into the
bathroom where he bathed me and massaged my back. 
Looking at him I saw that he had small welts on his
back and that his balls were purple.  I reached up and
stroke his cock, and looked up at him.  Looking back
down at me he smiled.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A little bit, but I am able to put out of my mind
knowing that I made you happy SIR."  He said.

"That you did."

I got into my bed, dismissing him, but called him
back, he came back to the side of my bed and got into
the rest position.  "Jump into bed boy, you did so
well I don't have the heart to make you sleep in the
cell tonight."

Smiling he jumped into the bed, and curled up at the
foot of the bed.  I was going to allow him to sleep in
my arms that night, but thought that that would go
contrary to what Master Frank was trying to tell me. 
I noticed that Carlos feel asleep quickly, and was
smiling.

Christmas Day I was awaken by the smell of eggs,
potatoes, and ham, Carlos made me a wonderful
breakfast.  He took his meal in the dog bowl next to
me, and then cleaned up the dishes.  I had to go to my
family for a few hours and asked if he wanted to come
but he said he would rather stay home.  It then dawned
on me; I never said he could go to see his family.

"You know boy, if you want to go and visit your family
then you can go ahead and do so."  I told him kicking
myself for not thinking of it sooner.

"Thank you sir, but my family doesn't really like
having me around because I am gay and am considered a
sinner.  Besides sir I want to get the house ready for
the Christmas dinner I have planned for you."  He said
smiling.

"I am sorry to hear that, I should be home in about
two or three hours."

My meeting with my family was fast, I went there had
something to eat, opened my crappy present, and they
opened theirs.  I was home after two hours, and was
ready to just spend the night in bed with my slave.

I came home to the house smelling wonderful.  I
entered the house and saw that the eating area and saw
that the table was set up for only one individual.  I
found Carlos standing at the counter of the kitchen
reading a book from my library.  He set the book down
and got into the rest position.

"At ease boy.  I like the smell and the look of the
table.  Only one thing go and set a place for
yourself."

"Sir?"

"I know Master Frank might frown about it, but fuck
him, I want to enjoy my meal with you at the table
this time."  I said patting him on the shoulder.

Our dinner was delicious as usual and filled with
conversation.  I took this time to get to know him a
little bit better than before.  I knew I was making a
mistake getting to know him better, but I wanted to be
the type of master like Master Frank, but I also
wanted to make sure I knew the slave that I owned too.

He cleaned up the meal, and retired to my bedroom, I
wanted to fuck his tight little hole, sort of a
Christmas FUCK for him.  I striped down and lay on the
bed massaging my cock a bit, and then ordered him onto
it.  He began sucking my cock, paying attention to the
sensitive head.  

I pulled him up to me and began kissing him
passionately, moving his body where he was straddling
my body. My hands explored his body, as his explored
mine.  He broke the kiss and worked his way nibble by
nibble to my left nipple where sucked away on it like
a hungry calf.  

I pushed him off me, and forced him over on his
stomach where he was laying his head on my pillow and
was spread eagle.  I started to slap his ass cheeks a
few times left five times, then right, and switching
it between the two.  His cock was engorging faster and
harder.  I started to suck on my index finger and
probed his ass, all the while slapping his ass.

He was moaning and groaning, basically showing his
MASTER that he was a good boy, which I already knew he
was.  I replaced my fingers with my cock and lay on
top of him.  Slowly, I began to fuck his tight hole,
as I kept him pinned down to the bed.  He just
responded with his usual moans and groans, and the
occasional "thank you SIR."   

I began spewing my load deep inside his man cunt, his
ass tightened around my cock, as I continued to fuck
him.  I was going to turn him over to let him cum, but
decided that my needs were met and feel asleep with my
deflating cock still inside his ass.

Thank you for reading chapter five of BECOMING A
MASTER, I hope you enjoyed it.  Stay tuned to Chapter
six.

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