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Man of my Dreams (Part 3)
by Mastermind
______________________________________________________________Part three of a story I wrote a while back, but never got around to posting. The last part will be uploaded soon (after I've gone ahead and edited it).
It's my first attempt at MC fiction, so please feel free to comment either here or at:
john.mastermind@gmail.com
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3.
Master set me a few tasks over the next couple of weeks. The first was to buy a dildo. He warned me that my body would need to be worked into it and told me to go for something small and to go up from there over time. I knew about a sex shop in town but I'd never been to one before and it was a little embarrassing. When I arrived, I hurried and picked up what looked to be a small and cheap dildo and bought a bottle of lube at the same time. I made the visit during during school hours (I had the lesson free) and managed to avoid being spotted, so it worked out pretty well.
My next goal was to up my workout. Aside from increasing the difficulty of my routine as a result of my growing fitness, I decided I was going to try and spend an extra half an hour to an hour in the gym, every day. Carl seemed surprised to hear this. He warned me I might injure myself and that my schoolwork would suffer even more, but I told him not to worry. With exams in mind, I had decided to devote all my free time to working out and revising, cutting out all of my social activities outside of the gym. I assured my parents this was just for the exam period. It had the added bonus of allowing me to attend all my lessons. I was worried that I might find this stressful, but the workouts were great at relieving tension and I was getting better sleep than I ever had before.
Master made me put the dildo in every night and fucked me at least three times a week. This arrangement was long term. When my ass began to get comfortable with one dildo, I purchased a thicker one, and the sex shop manager knew me by name. It was a strange system. During the day I would often get distracted, through a combination of pain from the night before, and a longing to return to the dildo. I began to get impatient without it in my ass. I wanted to have it in even when I was studying, but that was against the rules. I was supposed to be eager for it in the evening when I went to bed. Pretty quickly, I realised I wouldn't be able to get to sleep without it. I would lay in bed and toss and turn and start to worry and doubt myself. Then, with the dildo inserted, it all become much clearer and easier and I became content to let my Master take over everything.
One night, Master told me he was going to introduce me to a few ideas that might seem strange but that I shouldn't be scared even if they don't seem pleasant to begin with. If I stuck with them, I would come to find that actually I liked them, and perhaps I had always wanted them. And so began a period of exploration. Often I found myself in bondage, on the floor or on a table, sometimes in slings. For the first time I dreamt about other people. I remember there was a large, muscular black man who would fuck me roughly while I sucked Master's cock. He would call me names like "slut" and "whore" as he went. The following night, Master spoke to me and asked me how I felt about verbal abuse. I told him I found it a bit humiliating. He said I should think of it as a compliment. He said I should try and become like the words he had used. I was scared and told him that it wasn't really who I was.
But over time I began to see it might be true. Whenever I was working out I was usually thinking about sex. Whenever I was bored, my mind turned to thinking about fucking. Often I saw attractive men in the streets and got a hard-on. Maybe I was a bit of a slut. I started looking at Carl differently. He was starting to get some definition and I was getting into him. Meanwhile, Master had taught me how to suck cock like a pro, and I could now swallow much larger dicks without gagging or feeling too uncomfortable. These skills passed on to real life and I got a lot of practice on my dildos, of which I was beginning to amass a wide collection of different shapes and sizes. Master said I was getting very good and that I should try and find someone to experiment on. I suggested Carl and he seemed pleased with that idea. He said that I should offer him a blowjob for being such a good friend, and I said that maybe we should date first. Master said I needed to lose my inhibitions. He ordered me to give Carl a blowjob the next time I saw him.
The next day I was very anxious. I tried to avoid Carl by mixing up my workout routine to avoid his timetable, but it was very difficult, particularly since I knew Master would be able to tell if I was slacking. I got a couple of calls from him and I told him I wasn't feeling great. I got the feeling that if I met with him I might do something I would regret, so I continued to avoid him for a few days.
I came into the gym as late as possible one afternoon, but I caught Carl just as he was changing out of his workout clothes. He turned around as I entered the locker room. He was down to nothing but his jockstrap. He has a light six pack by this point and was mostly hairless, aside from a light treasure trail, patches under each armpit and a scruffy patch on his chin. He smiled at me and I froze. I felt a combination of fear and lust, and as if he had hit some kind of trigger, I was struck with intense feelings of desire, and also of shame. I blushed deeply. I decided to tell him the truth. I told him that I had been avoiding him because I had feelings for him. He blushed back.
There was another wave of emotion and I fell to my knees in front of him. My body started to act on its own, which was very alarming. My cock was suddenly rock hard and threatening to burst out of my workout clothes. I buried my face in his jockstrap and inhaled. It smelled quite strongly - I got the impression he had had a couple of workouts since washing it - but that made me get even harder. Carl was taken aback and nearly fell over backwards into a locker, but he didn't seem to try and stop me. Overcome by greed, I pulled down his underwear and put his cock down my throat. It was decidedly above average - 8 inches or so - and still sweaty from the workout. Luckily he seemed to be getting off from my sudden approach and even put a hand behind my head to egg me onwards. As I began to service his meaty organ, it felt like a great weight was being lifted off my shoulders and I lost all inhibitions, slurping up whatever precum had dribbled onto my face and chin whenever I had the willpower to take a break from my fevered blowjob. He reached orgasm pretty quickly, which was probably my fault for taking him by surprise, but I didn't care and swallowed his cum gratefully. Panting, he pulled up his jockstrap. It was so quick and intense I wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me, but I'm pretty sure we weren't spotted because I would have known about it.
We didn't exchange many words immediately afterwards. I left him recovering on the locker room bench as I went upstairs to do my workout (as I mentioned I was already running as late as possible, and I couldn't let social obligations impact on my schedule). He hung around while I did it. Afterwards, I walked home with him, even though it was in the opposite direction to mine. He said that the experience had been incredible and that it was so unlike me. I was embarrassed, and told him he didn't know the real me, inside. He grinned and said maybe he didn't, but he'd love to find out. He kissed me on his front porch before he went into his house, promising he would return the favour sometime as a reward for having worked so hard.
I didn't know how to feel. On the one hand, the experience had been incredible and I was extremely horny. On the other, I felt like I might be leading Carl on a little. My true loyalties lay with Master but he had forbidden me from telling anyone about my dreams. I also felt dirty like I never had before. I had sucked off a guy - someone who I had considered merely a close friend - suddenly and in public. Sure, I had given blowjobs before in my dreams, but it was always secluded and comfortable, and separate from the real world. It was a similar feeling to when I found the tattoo, but this was even more disturbing as I could remember the entire process in detail. I wondered how much control over my behaviour Master really had. I felt guilty but at the same time very sexy. I wondered what to tell Master that evening.
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 3)
02:44 on 2010-01-16 by dougkent60
this gets better and better, but there is never enough!!!
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 3)
05:41 on 2010-01-17
nice
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 3)
23:26 on 2010-01-17
Excellent!
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