("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Caught in the Act, Almost - 4 by Matt Man (mattmacman7@gmail.com) *** I had become his pet. He had invited me to his little get-away and taken me into his bedroom. He fed me his cock but I had yet to be punished for my indiscretions. (Mm, ped, oral) *** PART 4: Mr. J and Me I knelt before my new-found Master in a role that was strange, foreign and extremely exciting. I found myself totally submissive to him. I let his daughter, Zoe, control me, to some degree. I did as she pleased, in bed. And I was faithful to her, for the most part, as she ran around with whoever she pleased. I did visit my first "lover", Paul, on the sly, until Zoe and I took him into our bed and created our little menage a trois. And I had slept with Zoe's best friend, Monica, behind her back, but that was small potatoes, compare to the way Zoe carried on. She did as she pleased and I accepted that. I was pussy whipped. My arrangement with her father was entirely different. I had agreed to be His "pet" and to adhere to His rules – rules which had not even been defined yet. I knew that whatever He asked of me, I would abide by. At that moment, as I found myself, on my knees, at his feet, worshiping His almighty cock, I doubted there was anything He would ask of me with which I would not abide. His was not the first cock I'd sucked. There was Paul, whose cock I'd sucked a hundred times, but he was just a boy, my age – teenaged. And it wasn't the first time I'd sucked His cock. There was that night in Zoe's room that had led to the moment at hand. This was different from all that. This was Mr. J and me – alone, in His house, in His room. I was meant to please Him, to make recompense, to satisfy Him and to show Him that he owned me. That is how I saw it. The most important thing on my mind was to please Him. I worked hard at pleasing Him. I felt I had skills at that. I was probably better at pleasing Paul than pleasing Zoe. I was proud of pleasing Monica, but that was because her boyfriend, despite having a massive cock, was not a good lover. I used every trick I knew on Mr. J's lovely cock. I had fantasized about such a moment so many times. I used my tongue in ways that I knew pleased Paul, teasing all those sensitive spots. I used my lips, so warm and soft on his shaft and that delicate head. I sucked with a lusty hunger that was hard to reign in. I wanted to taste his cum so badly. Worship was the right term. I had such high admiration for Him as a man. He was the father of the girl I loved and the husband of the most beautiful woman I'd ever beheld. He was the object of more homo-erotic fantasies than any one I knew and the most wonderful and powerful man I had ever met. I felt humbled to be alone in His presence, let alone being accepted as His pet, His sexual pet. I found myself given the opportunity to show this god-of-a-man what He meant to me. Damn right I would worship every inch of him. It seemed that I was pleasing him, judging by his moans and the way he stroked my hair. He cradled the back of my head and began to gyrate. I opened my throat, tightened my lips and let Him fuck my mouth. It was wonderful. I fought the urge to gag as his magnificent cock raked the back of my throat. One of His hands cradled my head, while the other wrapped itself in my hair, all the while fucking my face. * I worked with Him. We found a rhythm – fucking and sucking. I caressed his legs and ass. He moaned and grunted. I felt His balls tighten and I was sure that I would have that supreme moment – when I would make him cum. It would be for me, and me alone. I would claim every drop for myself – hot and fresh, just for me. Before rather than unloading, He gripped a handful of my hair and snatched me off His cock. I whimpered like a little bitch. He stood there, eyes closed, moaning softly. I knew He was holding back. I knew that I had almost been successful. I would have gotten Him off if He hadn't pulled me away. I looked straight ahead, right at his massive cock, slick and shiny with my saliva, pulsing and throbbing. He lifted my chin, looked down on me and said, "You've done this before." I looked up and nodded sheepishly. He seemed ten feet tall. He was truly majestic. "The other night was not your first time either." I shook my head. I knew I could never lie to him. "And this wasn't really punishment." I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "You must be punished, don't you agree?" I nodded. "You entered my house, against my rules. You violated my daughter." I held still. I never thought of having sex with Zoe as violating her. She had never resisted me. She had invited me to His house – into her room, into her bed. He went on, "If we are to continue, you, and I and Zoe – you must submit to your punishment." I tried not to tremble. I was frightened. Being 'forced' to watch His daughter suck His cock was one thing. Being 'forced' to kneel before Him and suck His cock, as his daughter watched, was another. And kneeling at His feet, alone, in the privacy of this house, worshiping His cock as His pet was something entirely different. None of those things seemed like punishment, and the prospect of being punished worried me. I knew that I needed to go through with it, whatever He had in mind. He looked into my eyes and I tried not to let my fear show through. He still had His fist tangled in my hair. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, like a dog, like a puppy, like a bitch and led me to the bed. He lifted me enough to push me onto the bed, face down, with my hard cock pressed to the cool sheets, my legs hanging off the edge and my knees just off the floor. I looked back over my shoulders and He barked, "Eyes forward!" I obeyed. I heard what sounded like a belt buckle and knew that he was taking the leather belt from his trousers that hung on a chair. I had a feeling that was about to happen. My father had whipped me with a belt before and my fear grew. He had promised that he wouldn't harm me. He didn't say He wouldn't hurt me. I told him I wasn't afraid of a little pain. I reluctantly agreed to do whatever he said. He taught me about "safe words". Ours would be a fruit flavored color code. "Lime" was green, for "go ahead". "Lemon" was yellow, for "caution", if I was afraid he would back off. "Cherry" was red for "stop". I swore to myself I would never say "Cherry". I hoped I would never even use "Lemon". I wanted to just do as I was told and make Him love me. Lime, lime, lime! "This will be good for you Matthew. It will teach you the proper respect for your Master and it will strengthen your character." He said. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'What doesn't kill me makes me stronger?'" He asked. I hadn't but I nodded. " Nietzsche. I'm impressed. You will thank me for this. Not someday down the road, but with each stroke. Do you understand?" I nodded without looking back. "You will ask for more, understand?" I nodded again, trying not to tremble like a little sissy. "You remember our code?" "Yes Sir," I stated firmly, "Lime!" The first lash caught me unaware. The leather stung my skin. It wasn't nearly as hard as the belt had been the last time my father had whipped me, several years before, but it stung. It must have been the surroundings, the circumstances and the fact that it was Mr. J, my Master administering the blow, that sent that surge of pain through me and caused it to transform into something else and made my cock throb. "Thank you Sir," I said. "And?" "May I have another?" "Very good," He said, and slapped my bare ass with his belt again. It burned and that pain surged through me once more, making my skin tingle all over and my cock to twitch. "Thank you Sir. May I have another?" No sooner had the words left my lips than I felt the leather's bite. He hadn't struck me any harder, but my flesh was tender now. The pain spread and changed within me to a whole new sensation. It was only painful where the leather struck me. The rest of my skin was covered in goose-bumps. My young cock had never been harder. I had been aroused from the moment I had arrived and got more so with each passing minute. This experience was taking me to all new heights. I had never felt anything like it. Each lash of my Master's belt took me higher, causing the flesh of my tender ass to burn and sting, the flesh of my back and legs to tingle, the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end and my cock to swell and my balls to ache. Rather than getting closer to whimpering "Lemon" or crying out "Cherry", I got closer and closer to climax. I thanked my Master for each lash and begged for more. Finally, I had to mutter, "Lemon." "Too much?" He asked. "I'm about to," I paused, somewhat embarrassed, "I'm about to cum, Sir." "Well, what do ya know, my boy likes a little pain," he said. I nodded. "And good that you controlled yourself. You'll make a fine pet." I struggled not to hump the sheets and shoot my wad, but I was so proud of myself that I just held perfectly still and let those waves of pleasure and pain wash over me. "Steady boy," he said. He laid his big strong hand on the red- hot skin of my ass. I shuddered. He gently caressed that burning flesh for a second and then He stopped. When he touched me again his hand was cool and wet and smooth. He was applying some sort of soothing balm. He rubbed it all over my butt and the burning ceased but the sting persisted. His fingertip found the crack of my butt and slid up and down it. He teased the puckered rim of my butt- hole. I moaned out load. Zoe had fingered my butt as she'd sucked me and sometimes as we'd fucked. She had Paul fuck me sometimes and although I never let on, I enjoyed it. I grunted as my Master's finger entered me. He paused and waited for my signal but I just moaned and pushed my butt back to Him. He dug in slowly until he was all the way in me. His finger was almost as big ad Paul's cock. He took my moans as a 'lime' signal and began to finger-fucker me, slow and easy at first. He fingered me faster and faster, with his other hand on my back and me rocking in rhythm. The pressure and friction of his fingering added to the sensations of my burning skin, sending me soaring to even newer heights. When His finger touched that magic spot inside me , I clenched up and cried, "Lemon! Lemon!" "Are you in pain?" He asked. "Gonna cum!" I shrieked. "No you're not!" he commanded, withdrawing his finger. I lay there and tightened up all over, holding back what I knew would be the most powerful orgasm of my life. He towered over me and watched me shiver. When He rolled me over on my back and threw me up on the bed, I saw He was wearing a condom. He grabbed both my knees and pushed them back to my shoulders, opening me wide for Him. He lowered himself and pressed His magnificent member to my boy pussy. With a masterful thrust, he drove it deep inside me. I thought he's rip me apart, but I loved it. I loved Him. He slammed that thing into me again and again, pounding my tender ass. After only a few thrusts, I had to cry out once more, "Lemon! Lemon!" "Cum?" he asked. "Yes," I muttered between grunts. "Please Sir! Please?" "Cum for me, my little bitch!" He said – and I did. I shot like I never had. It was as if I had waited years. It issued from deep within me. My balls contracted so hard that it hurt. My cum shot on His chest and his belly. He drove that cock of his so deep in me that I felt it in my guts. He withdrew, rolled the condom off and drove his cock back into me. When he shot his hot cum inside me I thought it would fill me to overflowing. It made me cum even more. He lowered Himself on me, pressing His body on mine, smearing our sweat and my cum all over us. He grunted as shot after shot of his precious seed filled me and did overflow, running down my ass and my legs. He pulled out, flopped down beside me and gasped for breath like a marathon runner. I just lay there, in disbelief, basking in my glory. I had never, ever been fucked like that. The only thing that could have topped it off was a taste of my Master's cum. I had not been invited, or commanded to taste, so I held still. After a long minute he said, "Now clean up and go. Don't cum again until I say. Call me in three days. 6:15 PM on Friday." He lit a cigarette I washed up quickly got dressed and left him there on that bed. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75