A Sub Boy Meets His Dom

By Datdagen

Chapter 1 - Master D

The day the third and final package arrived was easily the most long anticipated of Eric's life.  The package was about the size of a suitcase, quite a bit larger than the others had been.  He had no idea what it would contain, but he did know what its arrival meant.  Tonight he would finally meet Master D.  Tonight he would be dominated and ravaged in ways he had never known before.  Tonight he would feel the hot spray of his Master's seed run dripping down his eager face.

He was so excited to tear into the package he almost tore into it before the postman had even closed the door.  First within the package was a pair of white girl's underwear, far too small, of the type designed to cover some of the ass while riding up the crack and coming tight across a the crotch.  He knew that it would be a challenge even to fit his small 5" cock into such tight panties, and the thought of how sexy he would look made more than a little stir within the crotch of his skin tight black jeans.  Next were the boots, six inch patent leather black stilettos which laced up to mid thigh length.  These were the thing of his dirtiest wet dreams.  Nothing turned Eric on more than the idea of being fucked senseless by a well hung man with his legs spread wide, helpless in high heeled black boots.  Next was a pair of hand cuffs.  The Master really did know how to turn him on.  Finally there were was a lacy black blindfold, within which was folded a note.  The note read:

"I will arrive at your home at 6PM.  I expect you to be in a position of submission, on your knees with your face to the ground, knees as far apart as possible and your arms crossed behind your back, ass exposed to the front door, with the door unlocked.  You will be cuffed, blindfolded and wearing the undergarments and boots I have provided you.  Also place all of the items I have given you, and nothing more, in a small suitcase beside you.  Be sure you are clean, hairless and well groomed.  If you do not follow every aspect of this note to a T you will be severely punished.

-Master D"

The brief and commanding manner with which the note was written made Eric's already rock solid cock glisten with pre cum.  It was only four o'clock when the package arrived but Eric took no time and quickly slipping his tight jeans down his slim hips and over his juicy bubble butt.  He stripped down to his bare ass and wasted no time in rushing to the bathroom to begin preparing for what was sure to be the hottest night of his life.

Eric has met Master D in a chat room six weeks ago.  Eric had been cruising for internet cock, the same way he did every Friday night.  Chatting it up with older men, hoping to get a glimpse of a big, juicy cock being stroked on webcam, thinking about his tight virgin ass.  Eric has never actually been with a man, he was far too embarrassed to try in real life.  He had a small collection of women's underwear he  had disgracefully bought from second hand stores as gifts for an imaginary "girlfriend".  It was all old and none of it fit very well, but with a body like his it was hard for anything to look bad.  His biggest dream was to own a pair of heels, but he had never been able to justify buying such a thing for a "girlfriend" who didn't even exist.  He had no webcam himself, but did own a decent digital camera, and generally sent pictures of himself in his panties to the men who he met online, watching them pump their dongs furiously as he imagined deep throating them or taking them full in the ass.

Master D had been different.  Master D did not have a webcam, or at least he would not show it to Eric.  He was only interested in pictures of Eric himself.  And whereas other men had only been interested in having cyber sex, or chatting it up about what they "would" do if they could ever meet Eric, Master was only interested in telling Eric how to pose for photos.  For several hours Master told Eric what pictures he must take, and Eric quickly took them. 

Something about this man was enthralling and Eric could do nothing more than to listen to take his commands and follow them as quickly as possible.  At first it began innocently enough, with a few clothed shots, quickly moving on to him in his panties.  However, by the end of the first hour he was face down, spread eagle on his bed, knees as wide apart as he could manage.  The session ended with a demand for photos of Eric jerking off onto his own face, and a detailed series of pictures showing him eating his own cum. 

One thing that surprised Eric about the man was that he had little interest in seeing Eric fuck himself.  Most men who requested photos wanted to see him finger fuck himself, or watch him violate himself with a pencil, or the handle of a hairbrush.  However, though Master had strongly demanded a series of photos close up on his tight pucker, Master had never actually asked him to fuck himself.  In fact, as the session ended, Eric laying back in his computer chair, still slowly jerking his cock with a cum smeared but satisfied grin stretching across his face, semen still dripping from the corner of his mouth,

Master had several demands for Eric.  Firstly he must not cum unless told directly by Master.  Second he must masturbate for no less than two hours every day and he must take pictures of himself during these sessions and email them to Master every night.  Third, and this was stressed to be extremely important, he must keep his asshole extremely clean, douching twice a day, but he is never to insert anything without master's permission.  He may rub his pussyhole during masturbation, but there may be no penetration.  This would be hard for Eric, as though he had never taken anything bigger than a hairbrush handle, he almost always finger fucked himself when masturbating.  Finally, master told him there would be a package arriving next Friday and that he must bring the package, unopened, to his computer at the same time next week for his next session.

Chapter 2 – The First Package

Cumming soon ;-P