~KURT'S POV~
I can't believe how incredibility sexy this man is. Hunter. What kind of
name is that? Well, he won't have to hunt very far, because I'm the man of
his dreams.
I watch as the two slave boys, Matt and Jeff, carry my luggage inside. They
are cute, but mere boys. My eyes and heart are set on Hunter. I think that
I should be the one wearing the leash, not him. When he looks at me, I feel
like I'm going to melt with desire. I can just imagine how hot the sex is
going to be with him.
Anxiously, I wave Matt and Jeff away, who look disappointed that no one
wanted them this time. I have a feeling that they get more than their share
of action around here.
I notice that Hunter is staring at me with a faint smile on his face. "What
would you have me do, Master?" He asks softly, almost in a seductive
whisper, his head bowed in submission.
The question sends chills down my spine. I fight to suppress the grin that
wants to form on my face. Master? He called me Master. I want to jump up
and down, but quickly shove that notion from my brain. I am the man. I am
the Master.
"Take off the thong," I command, praying that my voice doesn't quaver. I
can't believe that I just commanded another human being to do something.
However, I watch with a smug grin as he gracefully pushes the thong down his
long muscular legs and steps away from it. My eyes travel up his body as he
stands in all his naked glory before me. I smile as I notice that he is
already hard, his long, thick shaft juts proudly in front of him.
I feel my own cock twitch. Damn, no one has ever had this affect on me
before.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I feel his eyes on me, searing my flesh as they roam my body freely. I've
never seen anyone look at me with that much intensity before. It's as if he
is looking straight through me to my very soul.
As I stand here naked in front of him, I feel no shame. I know he is
admiring my body, as I am admiring his. I can see the protruding bulge in
his baggy shorts.
I hold my breath as he starts to undress. I want to reach out and help him,
but it's not my place. Here, he is the Master. I am the humble slave.
I lick my lips in anticipation, hopefully, he has a wild imagination when it
comes to sex. I've never been with anyone that has turned me on like this,
not even Stephanie made me this hard.
I gasp, as I watch him shed his black thong. God, he is magnificent. I
stare at his long, thick shaft that is already glistening with precum at
it's tip. I want to desperately fall to my knees and take it into my mouth,
but I know I must be patient and wait.
I almost swoon as he pulls me into his strong arms, his lips crushing
against mine. I melt against him, wanting desperately to be closer to him,
to be consumed by him. He growls softly as he cups my ass. I almost grin,
everyone loves my ass.
I feel myself being pushed backwards onto the bed. I eagerly spread my legs
for my Master. I moan as his body blankets mine, feverishly grinding
against me. He starts to gently suck at my neck, while his fingers pinch
and tug at my rock hard nipples. He raises up and captures my mouth again,
this time his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, claiming it as his.
My body feels like putty, and I wait desperately for him to mold me. His
fingers send shivers down my spine as he tenderly caresses my torso and
abdomen.
My eyes snap open as I hear him grumble and silently curse. He is looking
for something. I feel him crawling off the bed.
"Wait," I whisper breathlessly, as I finally figure out what he wants, "I'm
already lubed. Mistress Trish requires it."
I see a smile slide across his face. "Remind me to thank her," he whispers
as he crawls back between my legs.
I moan as two of his fingers press inside of me. He scissors them,
stretching me. I lay underneath him moaning as he continues the relentless
formality of stretching and preparing me. I'm on the verge of begging, when
the fingers are abruptly pulled out. He carefully lifts my legs onto his
broad shoulders.
~KURT'S POV~
Damn, he's so beautiful laying there like that, so submissive. I totally
loved that 'already lubed' idea of Mistress Trish. I must remember to thank
her and leave an extra tip for that.
I growl as my cock slowly rubs against his tight, puckered opening. I'm
having to force myself to take it slow with him. I want him to want this,
too.
He moans and squirms slightly as the head of my cock slowly pushes inside of
him. Damn, he's so tight and hot. I still can't believe how lucky I am. I
have one of the sexiest, strongest men on this island pinned underneath me
with my cock shoved up his ass, ready to do whatever I ask.
I let him slowly adjust to my size. I watch as he closes his eyes as the
sensations threaten to overwhelm him. His hands grips the sheets and pulls
at them frantically. I know what he wants. He wants me to take him hard
and fast, but that's not my style. No, I'm an olympic hero. I do
everything, including sex, with intensity, integrity, and intelligence. I
want him to want me.
I start a slow in and out motion that I know will drive him crazy. I make
sure that I hit his prostate with each downward thrust, eliciting a deep
husky moan from him each time.
He looks up at me with pleading eyes. I know what he wants, but I refuse to
give it to him. I want to take this slow. I want to savor this coupling,
our first of many couplings.
"Please, Master," he begs, instinctively reaching for his cock. He gasps as
he realizes his mistake and he grabs the sheets again, silently cursing.
I smile, knowing that he can't come, he won't come, until I allow him.
Interesting. Trish has trained her slaves well.
After watching him moan, squirm, and thrash underneath me for a few more
minutes, I decide to be merciful. Actually, I couldn't control my desire
any longer. I start to pound into him hard and fast, gripping his hips hard
enough to bruise. He smiles as he looks up at me, he has a thankful look on
his face.
I stroke his cock hard, rubbing the precum that was dripping from the head,
using it as lubricant. "Come for me, slave," I command.
He arches his back and proceeds to fill my hand with his creamy essence.
At the exact same moment, I release my seed into him, claiming him as mine.
I pump into him a couple more times as my orgasm slowly subsides.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste him.
Delicious.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I think that I've died and went to heaven. No one has ever mastered me that
good. I almost broke the golden rule of coming before being given
permission.
As I feel sleep overtaking me, I watch as my Master licks my come from his
fingers, tasting me. I fall into a deep contented sleep as I see the smug
smile of satisfaction on his face.
~TBC~
