Since the De-Alpha Dogged series I’ve contemplated notions of addiction/obsessions .In a way it’s all mind control. Here is a tale of that ‘Svengali’ concept. Be warned it is not the usual fare from me. Violent, edgier. There is a Master Mick online guys! And yes he is very arousing and seductive. (yahoo group: glovedsmokingtop). No there will not be further additions.
All rights reserved .You must be over 18 to read. Is this fiction or is this fact? All depends on which organ your following instructions from: the one between your ears or the one between your legs!
So, I guess I start at the beginning. Okay well I’m a top in NYC or at least...well...let’s say I was an arrogant guy who got off on doing other guys big time. I really enjoyed cruising the web hitting on other ‘tops’ and doing a head game on them. Watching them crumble to bottom status was hot as hell. That is how I came across Master Mick. Saw his leather site and saw he was online. I hit send on his yahoo instant messenger and we began chatting. Amazingly he cut right through my bullshit at once. I was intrigued and we really got into some heavy chat. Reading his views on that screen, well, I was surprised by how intelligent and logical he explained his role. How natural serving him was. Let me tell you I was really into him by the time he said to ‘fuck off for now’ and that we’d talk some more another time. Yeah ‘fuck off cunt’ to me and I loved it, much to my amazement.
I spent the next few days re-reading his statements& hoping to see him online. One day I received a file from him. I opened it and there he was telling me to cum for him like a good faggot. Got to admit I was smug about it. I mean yeah he was hot as all fuck and that sexy voice was a boner creator…but cum to a video…but I looked down and there was my hand pumping my rod alright…could he be in my brain I thought as I popped my nut. Alright so I did it a lot those next few days but so what I was no bottom punk…right?
Well when I next saw him online I instant mess' him. He was pretty cool about my bothering him again. He began asking me how the video was and repeating some of lines from it to me. (‘fucking cum faggott’/see files section on the yahoo site: ‘glovedsmokingtop’) Fuck I needed to cum by then and I was jerking my boner big time while he encouraged me to like a good fuck boi. After as I was licking my jis off my gloves for him he got into some real heavy stuff.
Found he was as seductive as hell! Got to say it, he turned me on big time! He just knew what I really was deep inside. As he assured me that ownership was in my nature a calm feeling came over me. I felt happy when I said something he approved of. He took a hell of a lot of time with me explaining and assuring me how I was doing ‘great’. Over the next month he trained me. Showed me things. How he understood my need to be brutalized in mind and eventually body…if I begged enough. Anyway thankfully he endured my pleading to be owned by him. I didn’t deserve it but he took pity on me thank God. See Master Mick is a master who can be generous. Thankfully he let me show him through ‘pay pal’ my gratitude. He even insisted I don’t go overboard. The cam of him leathered smoking and grinning at me after in his tight leathers made my gut churn with joy and my cock harden yet again. Fuck I had a decent car I spent a fucking fortune on so why not my greatest need!!! The best leather master on earth!
I serve him now when I visit London. He lets me come to him and sit at his feet while he eats. I hear the sounds of his leather encased body as it moves and the warmth being the fag-boi of a hot master in leather engulfs me. After I silently stand in a corner as he beats up some lucky guy who has paid for the privilege hearin’ him grunt and laugh as some willing masco takes his dose. His verbal is rough but man it is mind blowing. Watching the joy on their faces as Master Mick beats them is a profound experience now. With each dull thud of flesh hitting flesh my senses become alive. The moans of their surrender get me hard. It is indescribable in its erotic power.
After he is done giving of himself to satisfy their needs Master Mick allows me to quietly towel the blood and sweat him off. I light his Camel and his tobacco smoke fills me with desire. Then I kneel before him pressing my face into his leather encased crotch. The smell of his musky sex scent fills me and he tousles my hair as he mutters ‘good boy’. As he places an ownership collar around my neck I blow my juices. God he is sexy.
Being owned by him is liberating. No decisions just obedience. And thanks to him I’m rocking at work. Without outside decisions I can concentrate on my job because I know I will please him. As I rise in pay I know the joy that comes from giving some to him. See I was a smug guy but now I’m Master Mick’s. I’m home and those empty jerk offs now have a name, a master and flesh.
I’m flying home now. My mind is racing with the memories of my first visit with him. In particular that special night. I snuggle into the blankets they gave us and let my brain freely roam back to relive it all once more.
The night he took me for my first time is still fresh for me. I lay face down on his bed. My legs and hands tied with thick leather straps to the bedposts. I can feel their tight pull and the warm comforting smell of the leather as my body’s sweat saturates them.
I sense his presence behind me although he makes no sound. The pungent smell of his tobacco smoke marks his arrival & fills my lungs like a musky perfume that stirs memories of our past days together. My cock throbs now and thickens as the flood of those days overwhelms me. I squirm in growing heat & desire.
"Yeah fuka get ready," Master Mick growls. "Going to pop your cunt tonight fuka".
I moan in anticipation mingled with a hungry craving now. He rubs my hole with his gloved hand. I experience something moist and cool.
"Going to lube that cunt for me fuka," he mummers in that rough and sensual way. I find that I’m spreading my legs as he prepares me for my first fucking. I sigh and whimper like a schoolgirl waiting for her first kiss. "Want me in you fuka pretty badly don’t ya". Master Mick teases.
"Yes," I hiss as my ring opens for him. I want him; no I NEED him in me now. For days I served him as he judged whether I was worthy to experience our ultimate union. Days of observing him giving others the fulfillment they lusted after had by now left me in a frenzy for his cock inside me. My brain screamed to be his fully. I knew that this was all part of my learning. Intelligently calculated by him to send me drifting into the erotic, arousing world of total submission to him. He knew what my nature truly was and with the authoritative patience of an experienced master he slowly brought me to my destiny. He was now all for me. I was where I wanted to be. Tonight, at last, he would establish my completeness with him. His finger hit a spot inside me and my body quaked. I thrust back on his finger. I wanted more of him so badly now.
"Yeah my little ex-top fag is hot and ready huh!" He taunted as he pulled his finger out of my eager chute.
The leather pulled at my wrists. I whimpered with an overwhelming series of agonizing wants, “please yes," I hoarsely pleaded.
"Good fuka," he chuckled as he unbelted the leather cod-piece from his tight chaps, released his tool for action and lay on top of me.
I felt his hardness press into me. The warmth of his leather-encased muscular body on mine and his hot smoky breath as his chin stubble rubbed by my ear. "Easy boi," he whispered sexily as my hole opened to his entrance. "Going do you right on your first time fuka," he murmured took one last draw on his Camel, blew the smoke lazily into my face and, placed the smoldering cigarette in a dish near my face. "Breathe in that smoke boi," he stated. “Want the smell of my Camel to melt into your mind so whenever you smell them you’ll remember tonight." I sucked in the smoky air the burning Camel gave off even as my other opening greedily expanded to suck in his powerful rod. He pressed through that outer ring. "Putting it in you ya cunt", he chuckled as my hole widened further as I gave myself to him like I longed to do from the first day he captivated my brain.
HE WAS SUDDENLY IN! I cried in pure abandoned joy as I felt his hardness press deep inside my guts. I babbled in incomprehensible lust as he slowly thrust in and out. His hefty nut-sack slapped my willing butt. It evoked for me that first time he had given me my first bare-butt spanking. The spreading warmth as his hand repeatedly struck my eager cheeks. How, in the end, I had bawled like a baby so completely turned-on by the erotic pain. How he pushed me over and fed me his cock that day. How I lapped up that rod and savored his sack. That hard thick meat that even now was ravishing my virginal pussy. Those same heavy balls striking my butt and sending lascivious shivers throughout my system.
"Good fuka, nice tight cunt. My cunt now huh boi," he purred as he popped my cherry.
"Fuck me sir," I croaked like a dog in heat. With each push I melted into him. I was his boi now. He was seeding me with his control while filling my body with delirious pleasure. I heard myself sobbing in licentious surrender and listened his breathing as he permitted me the ultimate goal I coveted in my new life with him: serving his manhood. I, who had previously boasted of ‘never giving up my ass’ now willingly pleaded to be his fucking bottom-boi forever. I had met my master!
The smell of leather, tobacco, and rutting seared their impressions on my lungs and brain now. The straps twisted and tugged as I moved under him. The sounds and smells of leather sent me into a frenzy. Yearning for him. Aching for him. Serving him. It was all flowing in me now. Coursing through my veins like a blood fever itself. He reached under me; his gloved hand stroked my engorged dick. "Come for me you pussy-boi," he taunted. "Shoot your rocks boi."
My hips were humping back on his hardness as he plowed me. It went on for such a delightfully long time as his endurance and his patience sealed his domination. I felt my guts opening like a flower to the warm golden sun. His tool was beyond perfection. I would crave it forever now! I was wild with the pleasure of him in me. It was heaven. And suddenly I felt him cum in me. I was flooded with his moist heat inside and I exploded in a passion of total, permanent submission. He chuckled as slowly withdrew. I moaned wanted him in me forever. Master Mick brought his cum laced gloved hand to my face. "Eat it boi." he growled as he fucked my hole slowly with one of the fingers from his other hand. I purred like a cat as I licked my salty jis from his fingers. He lay on me. I was safe. Protected. His!
"Good boi," he whispered as he tousled my hair. "Going to do you all night fuka," he rasped. "Going to fuck you a bit harder and rougher each time we do it tonight. Slowly increasing the pain to awaken what you know you really want now."
I sighed in complete bliss. I was anxious for more and he knew it. I greedily drank in his words." Some of these wanna be punk-assed so called masters don’t realize that if you take your time with a boi to properly teach him how pain and pleasure are just the opposite sides of the coin that fuka is hot for it all the time."
"Master," I gasped in my growing longing. "Please teach me".
"Yeah cunt," he laughed, "by the end of this training you’ll realize that pain has always been necessary for you to fully enjoy your sexuality." That night I was transformed by it all and discovered the total ecstasy of properly mingled sex & pain that only a true expert like Master Mick knows how to inflict.
It’s late now as I fly home on the red-eye flight. Everyone is asleep by now. I pull out a small plastic bag from my pocket. Inside are Camel butts from cigarettes he smoked that night. I open the packet and bring it close to my nose. The familiar smell enfolds me. I remember our final time before I left. How he tattooed a small "MMB" on my ass during our last fuck as a parting gift to me.
"Master Mick’s Boi", he said as he looked on the small barely perceptible brand of his ownership that I had begged him to give me before I left for the States. "Yeah just small enough to mark you as my property. Don’t need anything bigger. Only insecure master’s need that. We both know who owns you don’t we fuka! Don’t need any marks to tell us that." I had nodded at the truth of it. It was all so fantastic. I breathe in the Camel scent .The recollections swirl in my head & I harden. I reach under my blanket to stroke myself. As the plane races across the cold starry blackness I cum murmuring his name!
I’ve been here for 4 weeks now. My vacation time ends tomorrow and I will be forced to return home. I’m taking a red-eye late tonight and by early morning will be back at my desk. How empty and grey my life will be once more as I mark off endless times until next year when I can fly back to him. It is difficult to comprehend how I lived before serving him. It’s been 2 years now since we met and just over a year since he first took my butt. I breathe in the lingering Camel’s scent that permeates his dwelling. I’m in my usual place sitting quietly naked & collared at his feet while he eats. He sometimes glances at me with that look of sexual dominating power that still commands my every waking moment. The bell rings and my attention is momentarily deflected.
"Yeah fuka," he says in a low sexy growl that thrills me and causes my cock to stir. "Play time tonight."
He is wearing a black vest and skin tight leather pants with gloves.
I stare at his muscular body encased in those tight leathers. His hard nipples are outlined under the vest which is pulled snugly across his pecs by a silver chain. His carved pac is just barely visible as they taper into his pants. I recall how often I greedily sucked and savored his firm chest and nipples. My breathing quickens and my rod stirs again. He notices my reactions and smiles. His hard body glistens in the leather. I let out a sigh of surrender to the sexual heat I’m feeling with him. He shifts in his chair to face me and spreads his thighs. From my position my eyes are inches from his crotch. I can see the outline of his impressive package. The bell rings.
"Impatient cunt isn’t he," Master Mick chuckles. He reaches down to grab my collar pulling my neck forward to thrust my mouth close to his manhood. The warm smells of leather and crotch is intoxicating. “Let the fuka wait," he says as he pulls my face into his crotch. “Lick boi," he commands.
I extend my tongue on the leather covering. Its acid leather taste has become so addictive. I let my mouth’s bathe it; savoring the smooth bulge of it and enraptured by the swelling that ensues underneath. “Good boy," he rasps,” got me primed boi. Now go answer the door.
Reluctantly I rise and quietly answer the door. A man comes in. Without making eye contact I move in front of him and signal that he must follow me. As per my instructions I silently lead him to the room where Master Mick awaits. I look to Master Mick for a signal. Once given I am to leave and sit quietly in his bedroom awaiting his return. On those occasions I am permitted to undress him before I sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. I see that familiar almost imperceptible look from him and I go.
As I sit obediently at the foot of his bed I recall my first training session in the erotic thrill of submission & pain with him. "Grab onto the straps cunt," he instructed at he bound my hands above me to an overhead beam. "Don’t sag from your wrist boi or it will hurt worse." I couldn’t take my eyes of him. His leather clad, taunt, sculpted body was so close. I had savored his skin just before getting strung up and the sultry taste of it still lingered in my mouth. Now I would experience my first training from him. My rod was rock hard in anticipation. He glanced down and laughed."Yeah boi let’s hope the rest of you stands up the way your fag cock does."
He backed up and threw a quick series of light punches into my chest. The dull thud of his gloved hands striking me shook me for a second.
"Concentrate on me boi," he commanded. "Think outside your body. Savor the pain." I nodded. I could see small beads of sweat on his muscular chest. They ran along his sensual torso down between his pecs & pac into his waist His forearms rippled with each extension. I could feel his strength as he hit me. I was his punching bag. Subservient to his will. I yielded to the pleasure of submitting to a real man. My cock dripped in arousal. I knew I’d ultimately explode in heat if he kept up &I wanted more!
"Oh yes," I muttered in arousal. "Beat me!"
He nodded & continued with each hit gaining in force and power. The thud, thud, thud of his blows rained down on me. I felt sharp pains at first but gradually the effect of the strikes were hypnotic. Everything blurred as I drifted somewhere warm and safe. The punch’s intensity increased on my flesh. The continuous thud, thud, thud became a sexual chant that soon filled me with even greater desire for him. My senses cried in joy. The dull thuds now carried his name…..MICK….MICK….MICK. The sounds of it filled my head. Soon my mind was repeating it like a mantra to the rthym of his punches as a delirious of ecstasy overtook me.
I could see him there throwing his fists. Connecting with my flesh which was now on fire with cravings for him and the pain that brought him to me. He never looked more beautiful than at that second as he inflicted his blows on me. The hot sweat of his body flicked across me and seared my skin with the hunger to be his docile boi. The strikes went on and on thrilling me; carrying me to waves of erotic pleasure so concentrated I finally, at last, lost it. My cock lurched and abruptly I exploded in a gush of jis. My vision blurred and my body slumped as the force of my climax took hold. Everything went quiet; then I was aware that his contact had stopped. My focus returned to his smiling face which was now so close.
"Good fuka," he said quietly as he cut me down. I fell into his warm arms. His sweat bathing me. I couldn’t take my eyes from him. As he leaned in to permit me to kiss him. I felt his stubble move across my lips. He opened his mouth and let me devour his warm moist tongue. "You see how hot pain can be boi," he whispered as he pulled back. His handsome face glowed with approval and I felt his gloved hand stroke my rod. I felt myself harden at his command. "Yes," I whimpered as the need for more engulfed me. I had been to a new erotic world and I had to return.