From Chapter 7
He was lying on his stomach and I covered him, pushing my cock back inside him and putting my arms around him. We lay like that, warm and gradually relaxing into the first layer of sleep. When his breathing became even and soft, I released the rest of my bladder into him. I could tell that he knew what I had done, but he lay there, did not move and said nothing. When he could tell that I was done, he sighed and said, "thank you Master."
Chapter 8
From Chris Parry's point of view.
I slowly woke up and lay there. I felt full as I still had Master's small amount of piss in me. I knew enough not to move or to try and get up to take a leak or to let out his urine. If I did I would waken him and my duty was to serve him not to interfere with his sleep. Did I just think that I owed him some duty? Was my training starting to work? Did I now see myself as having some duty that I owed to him?
My inter voice said; "Would you please be honest with yourself?" I realized that if I were honest with myself I liked what was happening, but how could I be as gay as I was being when I had never really had a homosexual or gay thought? I realized that my large nuts and my body hair were my only substantial manifestations of being a man. My legs, arms, chest, legs and genital area had long soft curly hair that was somewhere between an apricot poodle and a golden lab in color, with the hair having the soft and pliable texture of a poodle. I also realized that I liked having his cock in me; I liked having him control me; and I really slept well and felt safe and satisfied when he slept on top of me with his legs and arms surrounding me. I gradually relaxed and went back to sleep.
From Charles Green's point of view.
Again I woke before Chris and was pleased to realize that he had not really moved during the last four hours that we had been asleep. The sun was shining and I had to piss again. I decided that this was a good time to proceed with the next chapter in Chis' training. Again I released my muscles and my piss gently flowed from my bladder, down my cock and into his colon. You could tell instantly when Chris awoke, but to his credit he lay there and let it enter into him. Using my hands I softly stroked his sides, the top of his shoulders and arms. He shivered with emotion. When I was done, l leaned down and let my tongue drag across his cheek and down to his mouth, where he opened his lips allowing my tongue to enter into his mouth. He groaned with desire.
I whispered for him to hold it. My hands stopped stroking him and burrowed from either side of his hips between his body and the bed until I could take his cock and testicles into my fingers. He lifted up to ease my access. He was hard and his nuts had risen up, making it obvious that he was sexually charged and ready to release. I asked him if he was getting closer to cumming or backing away. He indicated that he was getting closer. I tightened my grip on his nuts, one in each hand and not so gently started to pull them down from where they had drawn up getting ready to push his sperm out of his cock. His body resisted me and I continued to increase the amount of effort I was exerting to pull on his balls. Chris groaned and begged me to stop as I was causing him pain. I figured that it was time to push him to new limits, and not only pulled on his nuts but also started to squeeze. He started crying and telling me that not only was I hurting him but also that he was having problems holding his anal muscles closed. Using one hand I started playing with his cock and abused his nuts with the other. His moaning increased in both volume and in message; I continued to lick his face, bite his shoulder and kiss him. I could feel his sperm gush out of his cock as my urine flowed out of his anus.
From Chris Parry's point of view.
Oh my God!! Charles was stroking my body and loving me. My nuts rose up in preparation of my ejaculation. All of a sudden he maneuvered his hands under me and took my nuts and cock into his hands. He was trying to stop my cumming by pulling my nuts down. The pain was intense and then he started on my cock. In the meantime he was fucking me with his cock and I went into sensory overload. My brain could not handle all of the sensations and my rectal muscles relaxed causing all of the pent up liquid (all of which was Master's urine) to vacate my bowels, covering Master, me and the bed. I was so embarrassed, mad and repulsed all at the same time.
I just knew that we would find lumps of shit and brown liquid all over us and the bed, not to mention the smell. What was funny was when I had finished expelling the liquid there was no smell. I consciously took in air through my nose which Master heard, and laughingly said "thought you would smell shit didn't you?"
"Yes sir."
"Well you did not, and the reason that you did not is because when I pissed in you the first time, and you went a voided yourself it cleaned you out. So this time was clean or as clean as it is going to get."
Rolling over on top of me, in the wet bed (thankfully I used a heavy mattress pad so nothing would leak through the bedding on to the mattress. He kicked my legs apart, got in between them and then spread his legs so that I was butterflied. I could tell from the glint in his eyes that he was hungry and in a dominate mood. His hands were roughly running up and over my body, his mouth devouring mine, and his cock crushing mine. He was making me hot with desire and need for him. I never knew how much I had been missing; how empty my life had been and how much I needed him.
Suddenly he sat up and pulled my legs together, putting his on the outside of mine. He pulled my body down and slowly inched his knees higher. The entire time he stared into my eyes and I knew enough not to look away. He said, "So far you far discovered the joys of anal fornication. Do you like it?" "Yes Master. First I never thought that I had a gay bone in my body (no pun intended) but how can words be as expressive as your fucking the cum out of my body?"
"Do you like our making out?"
"Yes Master, not only do I like it but I have come to need it as well. I have a hard time believing it, but I really like just lying here in your arms kissing you, licking you and just looking at you. I could simply stare at you for minutes on end. And it goes beyond that; I have never been a sound sleeper until last night when you slept on top of me and surrounded me with your legs and arms."
"You have always been a pretty prim and proper guy. How do you feel about lying on sheets that are damp with urine that has been in your anal passage?"
"Yesterday at this time I would have been turned off by it and by this time the sheets would have been in the washer."
"Well they will be shortly, but first you have to experience another lesson. I am going to roll off of you and lie flat on the bed on my stomach. I want you to start at the bottom of my feet and work your way to the top of my head. I want you to look at, touch, smell and taste all of me from bottom to top. Start now."
I got onto my knees and crawled to the bottom of the bed.
From Charles Green's point of view.
Chris had a stunned look on his face when I told him what I wanted to do, but it was clear that he thought that he had learned not to question instructions given to him regardless of his code of decency as it existed 24 hours ago. Little does he know what is in store for him.
He lifted my foot and ran his fingers over it, smelled it and licked it. The lick was tentative at best, but it was a start. He worked his way up my left leg to the knee, and I was sure that he could feel the tremors that went through me. Behind the knee is a very sensuous zone. At that point I told him to start on the right leg and get up to the knee; he did so, at which point he then went back to the left leg. Well folks there ain't much between the knee and the base of the cheek of your ass. His legs were outside of mine and he had to overcome the first obstacle which was to spread my legs. He did so moving first the left leg so that his was inside mine and then the right. While he was lifting his right leg to move it I very slowly widened my left leg so that when he was done I was spread eagled on the bed.
He slowly lowered his face so that he could more clearly see me as he ran his hands over the cheeks of my ass, and then spread them so that he could see my hole. He gently ran his fingertips over the lips of my hole, toying with the dense black curls. I could feel him lower his nose so that he experienced my smell and finally and very hesitantly a tentative lick. He instantly sat up.
I said, "I hope that was not a hesitation because you will be spanked." Instantly his head was back and his tongue lathered my hole with spit.
I said, "Get your tongue in me. Fuck me with your tongue because that is as close as you will ever get to fucking me." He kept at it and at one point he had his thumbs holding me open and so that he could get his tongue further into me. He continued up my back to where he sucked and cleaned my ears. He sat up and said "Please roll over."
From Chris Parry's point of view.
I could not believe that I had licked, slurped and eaten Charles' ass. More unbelievable than that was the taste. He was obviously a clean person as there was no clumps of shit or other left overs. The smell and taste was again that clean sweat and musk that I was coming to learn was prevalent to clean active males, and that I was fast becoming addicted to. Frankly I could have feasted on his hole for a lot longer and he seemed to enjoy my efforts. Then it was time for him to roll over. I think that from the very start I was afraid of his cock but by starting out on his back and having to face his ass put the matter out of my mind.
I lifted his left leg, bent it at the knee and started out on his toes. I spread them, licked between each and then suckled each like it was a teat. There were some new and very different smells and tastes. The toes were different that his arm pits or the crack of his ass, but still enjoyable. When I was done with the toes I ran my fingers up each of his legs, studying them the hair and found a scar. I stopped and looked up at him, to find him looking down up me and a smile on his face. I sat up a little straighter and asked, "Master may I ask you a question?"
"Yes, but why do you ask?"
"How do I tell when we are in what I call "master mode" and when we can carry on a conversation?"
"Good question. Lean back more comfortably for a second. Some dominates or masters make their subs or slaves constantly in that command state. Others do not. I fall in that second category because I was not looking for a slave, but by the same token I was not looking for a partner. What I wanted was some of both. I want a partner who defers to me, who is subservient to me; who will do as I say without hesitation, without question but who at the same time knows what I would expect without my having to schedule their day by the minutes or second."
"Most of the time you can tell simply by the context of what is being said and done, my tone of voice, what I say, what we are doing. However, part of the `thrill' exists because you are never exactly sure what the situation is unless I have specifically told you we are in safe mode. Now just because we are in safe mode means that you can do things that you have been told that you can't do, like stand to pee; and, it also means that things you have been told to do you are excused from doing them, like when we go out to dinner; I expect you to hold my chair for me and to take the napkin and put it in my lap. Does this make sense?'
I could tell he was very hesitant when he said, "Yes Charles."
He cringed a little when I said in a neutral pleasant tone, "Why do you think it was ok for you to call me by my first name instead of Master?"
"Well it seems that while I am carrying out an order from you to explore, learn and taste your body, it is something more than that and that we are carrying on a conversation."
I said, "Come up here," and I reached up and pulled him down on me so that his face was even with mine and I kissed him with tongue, force and passion. I wanted to do more but restrained myself and pushed him back up on his haunches. "You are exactly right. You read this present situation exactly. Now remember something else, "I will tell you from time to time to do something that will cause you to hesitate, you will be punished and you will learn. What you have to do is two things: First you must trust me absolutely and second you have to listen carefully to exactly what I say. If you don't then what you will have done is to force my hand because you will have defied me. When you defy me by saying no or refusing to do as I say, it will cause me to force you to not only do what I have said but I will then have to take it to the next step and require you to do that as well. At that point you will be forced to do more than what I was going to require you to do to begin with. Remember your bible -- there was a man who had but one child a son. God told him to go to a mountain alter and to sacrifice his only son on the alter. The man did not question God, took his son to the alter, built a fire on it and got ready to sacrifice his son. He did all of that without hesitation or question. God stopped him. Don't be discouraged do as you are told without hesitation. Now get back to work."
He carefully leaned forward and lifted my scrotum, and smelled the crease between my thigh and sack. His tongue lapped at my sweat and funkiness; he moved to my sack and tried to suck both orbs into his mouth, but they were too tightly up against my body, so he took one at a time and licked, sucked and tasted me. After taking the other into his mouth he moved on to the other crease. At that point he simply moved his head sideways until he was staring my cock head on from a distance of about six inches.