Slave Eric by Master Rob


by Master Rob <hotdate@hotmail.com>

slave eric, by Master Rob

At 8.15 pm he arrived, dressed as loosely instructed: faded tight black jeans with a polished black leather belt, white T-shirt, socks, and sneakers. I opened the door to let him in. "You're 15 minutes late!" "I know, Sir, and I am very sorry. I just had trouble finding your place". It was a poor excuse and he knew he had to face the consequences. Did he arrive late on purpose? I let him in and took him to my living room. He stood there submissively, hands on his back, head bowed. "You know what happens to slaves arriving late?" "Yes Sir". He unbuckled his belt, took it off, then handed it to me. He turned around and bent over, exposing his nicely shaped, jeans-covered arse. "Will you please punish me, Sir, for being late?" I let my hands slide along his inner legs and thighs and then moved up to his well-shaped buns. I doubled up the belt and gave him six swats, three on each of those attractive buttocks, using his own belt. Not too hard, but hard enough to make sure who was slave and who was Master. It had the desired effect. He thanked me and I gave him back his belt to put on again to make him look _s_e_x_ier. I then ordered him to stand in front of me, legs apart, hands laced behind his head, showing his assets in his tight jeans. What a lovely sight. He looked as ready for it as I was.

There he was: slave eric. A 28 year old handsome blond, blue eyes, long hair, slim, well-built, about 1.75 m; ready to live out his fantasy to be used by a Master - by me! It was his first time with a Master and I would make allowances for that. I always do and quite like fresh slaves, as long as they have lots of imagination. When we spoke on the phone he definitely seemed to have plenty ideas and to be eager to finally turn his fantasy into a real experience. This was not the sort of activity he liked to discuss with his 36 year old boyfriend, let alone act it out with him. I don't blame him. I don't discuss this topic with my wife either, but don't let it be a mere fantasy. Needless to say, I was eager to please this slaveboy as long as he was willing to give me the pleasure I expected. I made him stand with his legs wide apart and hands on his back, looked at him and touched his groin - nice basket. I made him take off his sneakers and socks, and ordered him to kneel in front of me and ask me if he could serve me as my obedient slaveboy, who would do everything his Master requested and accept the punishment his Master saw fit. He played his part so well. I let my hand go through his hair, blindfolded him, put a black studded collar round his neck, then told him to stand up again. I always like to blindfold my slaves - it makes them a bit vulnerable and therefore all the more exciting for them, not quite knowing what is going to happen. A slave collar tends to make them more submissive. This one looked particularly nice on the blonde long-haired slave. I made him take of his T-shirt, so as to expose his almost hairless chest with nice brown nipples; hairs started at his navel, leading down as a honey trail. I stroked his chest and touched his nipples. Softly to start with and then started to play with them a bit harder. I placed a pair of leather handcuffs around his writsts, connected these with his collar, and returned to his nipples. It was easy to see he enjoyed it and I decided to go a step further (which we had not really discussed while speaking on the phone) and put a pair of soft clamps on his nipples, telling him he could ask me to take them off if he could not take it any longer - warning him it would be in exchange for an appropriate punishment.

" Now turn around and bend over". I got that nice view again of his tight buns. I took the cane and softly let it move across his faded jeans. "I am going to give you five strokes and expect you to count them and thank me afterwards". Five strokes landed on his bottom, with 10 to 15 seconds in between strokes. He counted them as instructed. "Aren't you forgetting something, slaveboy?" He did not answer. Was he challenging me? "You forgot to thank me, slaveboy! You will get extra for that. How many do you think is appropriate?" "I think another five, Sir." I think he deliberately 'forgot'. He received another five - a bit harder this time as he clearly indicated he enjoyed it. I let my hands explore his bottom again, before ordering him to stand in front of me again.

I unbuckled his belt, while fondling him. He was clearly excited. I undid the button of his jeans, unzipped his fly, took his jeans down, and ordered him to step out of them. I wanted to savour this and enjoyed seeing him in his small, blue bikini briefs. I told him to kneel again and open his mouth. As I unzipped my fly and got my hardening _d_i_c_k_ out, I filled his mouth. He keenly began to explore my shaft and head with his tongue. This guy knew what he was doing and I looked forward to a nice encounter. I told him to stand up again so that I could take his bikini briefs off, checking out where the honey trail led to: a rockhard _c_o_c_k_ and nice balls. I played with his balls and softly started to masturbate him. I made him bend over again, legs wide apart as usual, and smacked his bottom, turning it into a nice warm pink. I explored the crack between his buttocks. His anus was well-greased -a good sign of a willing, obedient slave- and one finger easily entered, followed by a second. I slipped a leather _c_o_c_k_ring around his _d_i_c_k_ and balls and attached a leash to it. I placed some cuffs around his ankles. Time to take my slaveboy to my bedroom and let him get to work. Led by the leash, he followed me.

I untied his wrists, and made him take my shoes and socks off. Without being asked he started to kiss my feet - his Master's feet. What a sight! I quickly took my belt off - a soft thin leather one and hit him twice with it on his backside. No slave acts without having received an order - he quickly learned his lesson. "Sorry Sir". I told him to undress me and to start playing with my nipples. He used his hands, tongue, mouth and teeth, trying to work out what excited his Master most. In the meantime I had time to explore his beautiful body further. I have very sensitive nipples and love it when an expert plays with them. This was an expert slaveboy and I wanted to get the most out of him. Time to take him to bed. I told him to get between my legs and start working on my _c_o_c_k_ and balls with his mouth, while using his hands on my nipples. He used his left hand for my nipple, moving his right one to touch his own penis. He started playing with himself. "Are you enjoying yourself, slave eric?" "He nodded, unable to speak with his mouth filled. "Did I tell you that you could masturbate yourself, salveboy?". "No Sir, I am sorry Sir". I told him to kneel on the bed, head and ellbows on the matras and provide me with a nice target, in more than one way. Six with the cane added to his further education.

I then gave him a free rein and told him to please his Master. He did his very best, which is just about the best you can get from anyone. He expertly started exploring my arsehole with his tongue. Concentrated on my nipples with his had, gently kissed me and then asked me softly if the tit clamps could please come of, knowing what the consequences of his request would be. I took them off and gently rubbed his nipples. Without even being asked, he turned around on his belly and pushed his buttocks up, assuming the position for his punishment. "Cane or belt?" "The belt, please, Sir". "How many do you think is appropriate?" "Twelve hard ones, Sir". Twelve was more than I would have given him on my own account; but what the hell. I let him have the full dozen with his own doubled-up wide leather belt. His _c_o_c_k_ was as stiff as before. No sign that the beating had any negative effect on his excitement. I told him to get back to work again, which he did in an even more exciting manner as before. In less than no time I exploded in his mouth, while he played with my nipples. He kept his mouth around my _c_o_c_k_ until it softened and I ordered him to move.

I told him to ly on his back, legs and arms wide apart. I used his cuffs to tie him to the posts of the bed, and started playing with him, kissing him softly, then wildly exciting, rubbing his _c_o_c_k_ against mine. I explored his anus again, making him moan softly. Two fingers, then three, then a nicely fitting dildo elicited more and more groans. "Don't cum, slaveboy, until I tell you!" He had to make a deliberate attempt to obey, as he was almost past the point of no return. Finally, I allowed him to cum, which he did with great enthusiasm. I let him relax a bit before I untied his wrists and and ankles. I took his blindfold off and he rested his head on my chest. We talked and I told him I would like him to serve me together with my Asian slave hector, a true adonis who would be the perfect match with him. Since I knew he could not cum again, I just let him play with me and bring me to orgasm.

A perfect first meeting with my new slave eric. I knew it would not be the last. If you are interested in more adventures, just contact me on hotdate@hotmail. com and let me know what you thought of my adventure.


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