3 comments/ 21017 views/ 2 favorites My Revelation By: its_jess_me Jessica! Come in here this instant!" I knew from her tone that she was angry about something. My chains rattled loudly, as I awkwardly ran to her sanctum. From the very first night I was here, I've been locked in shackles and chains. Mistress had told me that during my training period I would be permanently bound, and the first six weeks were going to be the toughest test. Being completely naked and shackled twenty four hours a day for the last six weeks, was certainly testing my limits. When I reached her door, I immediately dropped to my hands and knees and crawled into her sanctum. The chains rattled as I crawled up to her feet then bent to kiss the tops of each boot. After paying proper homage to her boots, I immediately rose to attention on my knees, with my hands clasped in front of me. "Yes Mistress? You called for me?" I said in a meek voice, eyes downcast. "Tell me Jessica! How long has it been since I found you on the beach that day? She spoke in a softer tone now. In a slightly confused tone I replied ..."Six weeks I think!" Followed quickly by "Mistress!" "Six weeks! Yes, my slut that's right. In those six weeks you have proven to be quite a willing and useful slut. I just knew the very first time I saw you masturbating on the beach, that you would make an excellent slave." She said. Then a wicked little grin appeared on her face, and she spoke with an excited tone. "Mmm, I think that sounds like a very good idea. I think I would like you to entertain me by masturbating for me. My fingers were rolling my nipples between them as soon as the words left her lips. They were hard in no time, just the thought of lewdly masturbating for her pleasure, was enough to make them hard as erasers. I could feel my pussy already getting wet as I eagerly rubbed my thighs together. Ever so slowly I raked my fingernails along my tummy and tickled my belly as my forefinger dipped teasingly into my inviting belly button. Slowly they snaked their way downward to my wet pussy, then teased, and rubbed persistently around my ever hardening clit. The sound of the chains as they rattled over my body just made my pussy that much hotter, and my juices were already flowing freely by the time my fingers finally pushed their way into my throbbing cunt. The cold steel of the chains were rubbing over my thighs and across my pussy as I blindly pushed my fingers in and out of my core. "Omg! you're so sexy. It's such a lovely treat watching you bring yourself off like a shameless whore." She said excitedly, as she watched me openly writhing in ecstasy for her pleasure."Girls come in here" She called to the other slaves. "Come watch this shameless whore bring herself off, it's certainly a sight to see." She hissed, as I noticed her fingers lazily diddling her own wet pussy. As the other slaves gathered around me, I could feel my embarrassment growing, and my face was turning a bright red. My pussy however betrayed my excitement, and became wetter than ever before. It seems that having an audience turned me on even more than I thought. "Put more fingers in, stretch that fuck hole wide bitch, I want you to fist that lovely cunt for me." She said breathlessly as she grew more aroused. With my other hand I began to pinch and knead my throbbing little clit. I began moaning loudly as I added a fourth finger. I began twisting and digging them deep inside my wet hole, flicking wildly across my g spot. "Ohh my slut certainly looks like she's having fun. Why don't you let your sisters have a little taste of your pussy,let them lick your fingers claen. I'm sure they'd like that." She barked. My screams echoed through the house as I pulled my fingers from my depths and offered my hand to my sisters' lips for a taste. Each one took a taste as they hungrily sucked my juices from my dripping fingers. "Mmm, yes you dirty little whore, that's it slut, now fist that fuck hole for us." "Yes Mistress" I muttered breathlessly. Immediately my hand dove back between my legs, insistently pushing deeper into my cunt. I folded my thumb into my palm, and pushed my hand harder into my depths. My juices gushing from deep inside as my fist stretched my cunt wide and my hand slowly disappeared into my soaking wet depths. Suddenly my pussy opened up, shuddered violently then just kind of swallowed my fist in. I was lying on the floor shaking wildly, lewdly masturbating, and completely lost in my passion. My fist buried deep in my hot cunt, my other hand pinching my throbbing clit. I was screaming uncontrollably as I began flexing my fist deep inside me, stretching my hole with each stroke. My cunt seethed wildly, as I opened and closed my fist deep inside my hole. I felt so full, like I was impaled on a tree trunk. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I was begging her to allow me to cum for her, but she just smiled and told me to continue. My need for orgasm was growing more intense by the second, and I was close to losing control. When she finally gave me permission to cum, my body exploded into the most mind numbing orgasm ever. My pussy was gushing like a river, as wave after wave shook through me. The intensity of my orgasm was heightened by their presence. Knowing I had no choice but to obey my Mistress and perform such bawdy acts for her enjoyment, made my orgasm seem to last forever. As I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, she grabbed me by the hair, and pulled my face to her wet pussy. I wasted no time pushing my tongue into her depths; my performance really had an impact on her, as she was soaked. I hungrily sucked her sweet pussy lips, licking, nibbling and sucking my way up each lip, then down the other, before sucking both together. " Ohhh fuck yesssssssss that's it!!" She screamed out, her breathing giving away her excitement. "Omg! Mmm you have such a wonderfully talented tongue!" She hissed, as my tongue flattened on her clit for a long hard lick." Ohh you hot little whore suck my clit, mmm ohhh god, bite it hard" she urged, as she ground her throbbing clit into my mouth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was violently thrashing around. I knew she was close to the edge and about to explode, as her pussy began quivering. My mouth closed over her clit and I started to bite and suck it while my nose dug in her pussy. She stiffened and let out a low guttural moan and came instantly, flooding my face with her sweet nectar. I was swallowing her cunt cream for all I was worth; I didn't want to spill a drop. She held my face tight to her cunt for awhile as she recovered. After I had finished cleaning her up and her senses had come back to her, she resumed talking. "Like I started to say ... Six weeks have gone by quite fast, and I am very impressed with your progress. I do see some areas that require some improvement, but overall you are doing very well." She said in an approving tone. "One thing I have noticed is you seem to enjoy getting into trouble just so you can get whipped. Don't think I haven't noticed. One thing that will not be tolerated is a sub trying to top from the bottom." I began to say something but a hard slap across my face told me to shut up. "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking slut!" She said her voice growing cross. "Just look at this bed slut!! Is that how a bed is to be made here?" I hesitated before answering and it earned me another slap. "Well?" she quizzed. "No Mistress it isn't" I answered quickly. "We both know that you did this on purpose to get that cute little ass of yours turned red. I have decided that you will not receive a red ass, but instead you will learn a little about yourself. You will spend the next 48 hours in sensory deprivation and solitude. Now stand up so I can take off your chains and collar." As she removed my chains, I realized I was finally free of bonds for the first time in six weeks. My freedom, however, was cut short as she quickly put a straight jacket on me. She tugged the straps tight, thus completely immobilizing my upper body. Then she put ear plugs in my ears followed by a leather bondage hood, it was tightly fitted over my face and was laced up tight. The hood had no eye holes, so I was plunged into complete darkness and solitude. The ear plugs and extra padding around the ears of the hood also made it quite impossible for me to hear anything but my own breathing and heartbeat. I stood there in the silent darkness for a few minutes, before I felt a gag being forced into my mouth and buckled in place, followed by a three inch leather collar which was locked in place. I was then bent over the back of the couch and I felt a tube of cold cream being squeezed into my ass. A finger quickly followed, then another and I felt a third enter before they were pulled out and replaced by a butt plug. I felt another plug being pushed into my wet pussy, and then I felt a push on each plug as a wire was attached to each plug. A chastity belt was then placed on over the plugs, effectively locking them in. My legs were then bound together and I was put in a cage and left alone with my own thoughts, the only sounds I heard were my heart pounding 100 miles an hr and my heavy breathing. It took me some time, but I finally began to relax. I realized that I was going to be bound like this for forty eight hours and I was not getting out of it early. It doesn't take long before your mind starts to wander and come up with wild scenarios, within minutes you lose track of time. It really was quite terrifying, and it took all my concentration not to freak out. Every so often on random intervals, the plugs in my ass and pussy would come on with a sharp buzz. It was more startling than painful, although it did hurt, a lot! The shocks kept growing more intense. Not being able to anticipate when the shock was coming, amplied that intensity. After several minutes the shocks would stop, then soon after they would start again. This went on the entire time. When it was time to be fed, my gag was removed and I was fed and given something to drink. I asked for the plugs to be removed so I could pee, only to be met with a deafening silence. I was gagged and left with my own thoughts once again. As time passed the urge to pee had come back again, this time more insistent. I tried to hold it as long as I could, but finally the need to pee just became too urgent. Unable to hold it any longer, I relaxed my bladder muscles and I felt the warm piss flowing down between my thighs and ass cheeks. A puddle forming in my crotch as it filtered through the cracks. I felt my face glowing red as I lay in my own piss, my embarrassment growing, hidden only by the hood. As embarrassed as I was to be laying there in my own piss, I couldn't help feeling releived that I was finally able to go. Suddenly the shocks returned, the waves racking my ass and pussy like little electric whips. Causing my body to convulse wildly, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Then just as suddenly they stopped. Leaving my pussy throbbing and unfulfilled. My entire body felt like it was being used as a pin cushion. As the time passed I was able to calm my mind and I drifted off into a troubled and restricted sleep. Soon my time was up and I was released from the jacket, only to have my wrists quickly cuffed behind my back. The chastity belt was removed, and I moaned loudly as the plugs were removed. The gag and hood were then removed and I was once again able to talk, see and hear. Mistress held me tightly in her arms, slowly rocking me like a baby. My time in the hood and jacket had truly made me feel like I belonged to her. When she held my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly, I broke out in tears. She just kept rocking me, quietly calming me down. Telling me how proud I had made her, and how I had passed the final test. She then called for the other slaves, and told her most senior slave to bring her a collar from the desk in her sanctum. When she arrived I was ordered to kneel at Mistress's feet. As I knelt Mistress spoke softly saying: "I am proud to say that you have passed your training period. You no longer have to wear your chains, and you are now my permanent property. Now lean forward so I can place your new collar on your neck." With tears of joy streaming down my face I said: "Thank you Mistress, it makes me so happy to know that you want to own me, and I will do my best to make you proud of me." With that said, I leaned forward, and felt her place the collar around my neck. It was a 3/8 thick round metal hoop, that had a removable D ring. Once the collar was in place she turned the locking screw, and tugged gently on the D ring in front to make sure the collar was properly secured. I was a complete wreck and could no longer control my emotions; I broke down crying like a baby. The collar meant she now owned me forever, and knowing that I was now officially hers, gave me a sense of pride. My wrists were then released and my slave sisters all gathered around me to gave me a supportive hug. My life as a slave had officially begun, no longer was I free. My Revelation Chapter 1 Looking back, I guess I'd have to say that that moment was the turning point. I was at my desk, running through files of policy holders who had lapsed, gone elsewhere with their business. In any case, I was going through a dry spell and wasn't beneath calling these people to see if I could lure them back into the fold and back to my personal plus column. I was a salesman, a policy man, and not a very good one. In any case, there was Stephanie beside me. "Jack, that cocky bastard James just pawed me in the copy room! The pig!" Stephanie blurted out, her voice shaking. "Whoa! Hold on, now." I said, closing the window on the screen, my pulse racing a bit. "He did what?" "I was sorting through some papers with my back to the door, and out of nowhere, he grabs me from behind. He grabbed my tits, Jack! One hand on one, one hand on the other, squeezing them. Oh, Jesus!" She was crying now. I pulled a chair up beside mine, guided her into it, and tried to calm her. I wasn't sure if anyone was hearing this. I preferred that they didn't. Stephanie and I were dating, and this was the kind of complication I could very well do without. "Calm down, Steph. Sit here and Ill get you some tea." I don't want any fucking tea, Jack! Oh! That miserable prick! It's bad enough watching him strut around the office. So very important! Such a big deal. This is crossing the line, Jack. This is assault, for Christ's sake! Something's got to be done!" It sounded ominously as if she wanted me to do something, and this had my mind going every which way. What could I possibly say to him? "Now that wasn't right, James. Women don't like being groped, you know. Please don't do that again, okay?" What I suppose I really ought to have done is walk right up to him and give him one in the chops. Make him bleed. The only drawback to this would be me getting my ass whipped later. James had an air of being able to handle himself. The women in the office certainly knew things about James that the guy's didn't. I certainly didn't. But I'd hear them whispering excitedly in small groups, and I'd hear his name mentioned when I passed by. I do know that he'd been dating Dolores, Max's secretary. Max is our supervisor. That was about a month ago. Dolores would just drift around in a way that bespoke a thoroughly satisfied body and mind. Everyone knew. Max did, as well, but raised no objection. James, after all, was his top salesman. He got nearly all the awards for revenue. I don't know how many plaques and trophies I've seen him accepting. It hurt, too. I'd never won anything. He'd accept, Max beaming beside him. James liked to stand before a crowd, especially one of his peers. Somehow I think we all were charmed by what we saw before us. Some of us resented him, too. The slim, wiry African-American with the self-satisfied look, the finely tailored suit that subtly revealed the gentle curve of his endowment pressed against the front of his trousers. Yeah, he was the rooster in this henhouse. Now I was expected to challenge that. Boy, what a mess. I'm not a confrontational guy. I've shamed myself many times - swallowing my pride when I should have stood up for myself. The punk who took my parking space as I was about to pull into it. He just told me to drop dead. I thought about keying his car, but was afraid of being caught. Or the time a woman who wasn't paying attention walked into me on the sidewalk. The man she was with demanded an apology from me while she kept calling me an asshole. I finally said "sorry" and walked away, red-faced. That's me. A pussy to the core. A wimp. How was I going to take someone like James to task. In fact, I was secretly in awe of him. He had an easy way of talking with Max and even to those above Max. He was polite with me, but it always seemed that I was nothing more than something to walk around, like a piece of discarded gum in the street. To him, I sensed, I registered somewhere near zero. Once, at a convention in Chicago, I went to the restroom and opened the door to find James approaching a urinal, his hand on his zipper. There was one other urinal, and it was right next to him, of course. I saw with a bit of a shock that there was no courtesy divider between them. I headed instinctively to the stalls, but they were occupied. I felt trapped. I couldn't leave. That would be ridiculous. I get very self-conscious when peeing next to someone. Sometimes nothing comes out, and I hastily zip and run. Sometimes I shake my penis a bit as if I'd actually done something. Those situations always took a toll on my self-esteem. On top of that, I'm afraid the guy next to me will secretly judge the size of my penis by the sound of the stream in the water. I'm not blessed with much of a cock. Sometimes it looks like it's a good size, but it's often shriveled and retracted. As I approached, James was just beginning to pee." Good lord!", I thought. His urine fairly thundered into the water, and he gave a long, relieved sigh. I pressed up as far as I could so that my meager member wouldn't be visible to him. I tried to act nonchalant. Someone came out of one of the stalls and was washing up. James continued to pee with no sign of abatement. A vision of just what was hanging between his legs forced itself into my consciousness, and it has been there ever since. That weekend, after the "assault", as Steph insisted of calling it, we were barbecueing on her deck accompanied by a pitcher of stiff margaritas I'd blended up. "Don't get so hammered that you screw up the food." Steph said to me in an unusually surly tone. "Well", I replied slowly, waving the tongs for emphasis, "I'd be happy to step aside and let you stand over the hot coals." "Yeah. In your dreams." she said. "Just pay attention. Last week the chicken was black on the outside and raw in the middle." I wiped my hands on a towel and walked over to where she was stretched out on the chaise lounge. "What is it with you, anyway." I said in as sober a voice as I could manage. I was, in fact, getting pretty fucked-up. "You've been all over my ass the last couple of days. Ease up, will you?" She was dressed in an outfit I thought looked fantastic on her - a turquoise swimsuit top and a very short pair of cut-off jeans. I felt my indignation melt some as I looked at her long, tanned legs, the beautiful thighs I loved to kiss and press my face against. As if to assert the power that Steph knew so well she held over me in this moment, she drew one foot up and langurously allowed that leg to ease down laterally onto the lounge chair. My loins stirred in obedient response as I gazed at the smooth flesh that faded from golden tan to creamy white as it entered the shadow of her groin. "Look, honey." I said as I knelt beside her. "Tell me what's bugging you. I hate to see you unhappy." I took her hand in mine and stroked it gently. " I saw you talking to James yesterday. Did you lay it on the line for him? I figured, what else could you be talking about." "I did, baby." I said emphatically. "He won't bother you any more. Believe me." "That's nice. What did you tell him exactly?" Steph said sweetly, stroking my face. " Honey, I told him, point blank, that if he ever even looked at you the wrong way, I'd take a two-by- four to his face. I told him he could mend himself in his jail cell." "Is that so, Jack", Steph said with a steely flatness in her voice, "Then how is it that Jan heard you asking him what his secret was in getting commercial accounts? In the same conversation? This was when you two were in the hallway in view of my desk, wasn't it? You were asking him for advice!" "Well", I said, dropping her hand and sitting back on my heels, "The one topic led to another and..." "Do I look like I just had a lobotomy?" Steph spat. " You didn't confront him at all. You were too busy sucking his ass. You make me sick!" "I...I...didn't..." "That's right. You didn't. " "Wait, Steph. Please!" "Wait for what? For you to grow a pair of balls!? No, thank you! Such a clever little charade. A serious talk with James, conveniently conducted so that I could see it. " Steph said, with a look off contempt that made me feel sick inside. I dropped my gaze. "Let's talk this through." I said, not feeling hopeful at all that we could. "Sure,Jack. Sometime next year. Why don't you take your food to go. I'm going inside." Steph shot back, knocking me over as she rose suddenly and headed for the sliding glass doors of her apartment. For all I knew, it was the last time I would see her gorgeous ass move the way that only it can. The door slid shut, and I heard the lock click. I stood barefoot in the yard as I watched the curtains close violently across Steph's back door, A neighbor seemed to be watching from the adjacent property. I heard the meat cooking on the grill. I felt my heart thud methodically. I felt my throat tighten and my eyes fill with tears. I walked home, barefoot in shorts and a tanktop. It was a mile and a half to my place across the city. I walked in a daze. Two months later, things couldn't have been more different - at work, in my life, in every way. In the evenings, where once I would have been out clubbing with Steph, or enjoying time at home with her, I just went home and started drinking. That, and watching movies or porn on the internet. I was living the life of the consummate loser. And, boy, had I ever lost. Steph had moved on as if we'd been no more than acquaintances. She seemed completely indifferent to me. I would cringe when I passed her at work. But she would just breeze on by. She may as well have been walking past a hat rack. Steph had also shifted into a new phase of social life. She spent time on the weekends with Dolores and Connie. They'd go skiing in the winter and to the shore in the warmer months. Once, they arranged their vacations to overlap, and went on one of those "cruises to nowhere". After that outing, they were high-fiving each other and whooping it up on their breaks at work. It seemed they had had quite a time for themselves. I noticed, too, that Dolores and Connie began treating me differently. When either of them had occasion to get information from me, they did it brusquely. Obviously, the girls had been talking. No doubt, they'd become privy to my spineless behavior. At first, I was fearful that the whole office would know what I chicken-shit I was. What would I do then? Get a new job? Move to another town? But, it seemed to go no further than that, thankfully. Of course one other person knew. James knew. When the holiday office party rolled around, I wasn't sure what I would do. People would be bringing their wives, husbands, partners, and all. I felt alone just thinking about it. But it would be too conspicuous for me to not go. Max was proud of how much money he spent on the event, and he saw it as a way for us all to bond. That day in december came around and I found myself putting on a clean shirt and a blue silk tie as I stared at my face in the mirror. "You fucking loser" I suddenly muttered, working on the windsor knot. "You are one sad sack of shit. Did you know that? They'll be giving awards tonight. You've got 'most exceptional lowlife' all sewn up, pal." I whispered, my voice quivering. I finished dressing and made a drink for myself in the kitchen. Then I made another. I had the good sense to take a taxi to the hotel. Drinking was my way of coping with social situations. I'd been through the hell of getting a DUI, and once was enough for me. As the taxi pulled into the crescent driveway of the hotel, I spotted James's BMW idling by the entrance. It was an M5, a fast car to be sure, and just a couple of years old. James emerged from the driver's side, brushing off his sleeve. As the valet attendant approached, the doorman opened the passenger side. Steph stepped out. My mind froze. A feeling of electric shock ran through my body, then ran through it again. Had her car broken down and he found her on the side of the road? No. Nothing of the sort. I knew exactly what this was. I paid my fare and waited until they'd made their way into the lobby. Then I entered quietly through a side door. On my third bourbon, I walked around the spacious party room, spending time in small clusters of coworkers, then moving on. Throughout, I kept a discreet eye on the latest couple. I was mortified by the sight of them. I was seething inside. It was as though their coming together had been facilitated by my weakness and my fear. Standing there, feeling like an impotent clown, I imagined a conversation that might have taken place between the two of them, say, a few weeks back. Picture James jogging up to her in the parking lot... "Hey, Stephanie. Hey, wait up a sec." "Fuck off, jerk!" Steph shoots over her shoulder, not breaking her stride. Hey, come on. I just want to apologize. Give a guy a break." Apologize? Really? For what? You know. You know what I'm talking about." Oh. Are you referring to the time you tried to mount me in the copy room. Did you think you were back in the jungle, or something"? James grabs her wrist. He's not accustomed to taking shit from women. Don't you talk to me that way, missy." As quickly, he releases her, looking sheepish. "That's a low blow, don't you think?" Steph gives a bit of a sneer. "Um,,,, and your behavior is strictly okay?" "No'' James, says, looking straight at her. "No, it wasn't. Look, that's what I came to tell you. I behaved badly. I mean, what I did was just unacceptable. The fact is, I'd been partying the night before and hadn't quite switched over into work mode. I was still pretty high, to be honest. I'm truly sorry. I think you're a terrific person, Stephanie. Smart, funny, competent at your work. You didn't deserve anything like that." Then Steph crosses her arms and looks at him. He doesn't look hangdog. He's not pleading. Still, he seems sincere. He gives a brief smile - pained and contrite. " Come have a drink with me, will you? I'd be grateful if you did." Grateful, she muses. James grateful. It always seemed to her that he just took all that came to him as his due. This was something new. "Sure", she says. "I'll do that. Why not." James, for his part,looks relieved. " On me, of course." Steph turns as she opens the door to her car. "Yeah. No kidding." So, who knows what happened after that. Shit. I do. Not exactly, you know, but here was the result, parading around for all to see. My theory: She went home with him either that night or another, fell in love with the feeling of James's thick black hard-on exploring the outer limits of her pussy, and the rest is history. I could just see her moaning with her pretty feet wrapped around his back, and him pumping slow, allowing her to feel just how much dick was making its way inside of her. I went back to the bar and got a double. Around eleven, I saw the two of them saying their goodbyes. I immediately left and found a taxi. The driver didn't think much of the idea of following someone, but I gave him a fifty, and that shut him up. We followed James's beamer, hanging back a block or two. When it pulled into a driveway, I had the cabbie pull over, and I got out. I hung in the shadow of a tree two houses down and watched. They were getting out now. Then they walked, arms around each other, up the steps to the door. I was weaving a bit, but my eyes were glued to them. I wasn't at all sure just what I was doing, but I felt utterly compelled to witness the events of the evening, however they played out. If I could, I would look upon the foul, abject extent to which Stephanie had betrayed me, dismissed me, written me off. The cunt. I began to sob softly, and kept saying under my breath: "That stinking bitch. That whore." The street was quiet. I walked along, trying to look as though I belonged there. As I came to the edge of the lawn of James's house, I saw a light come on at the rear of the building. I took a furtive look around and saw no one. I walked quickly along the side of the property. Thankfully, there was a tall hedge between his house and the neighbor's. I came to a point where I was across from the lighted window, but the curtain was drawn. Then I noticed that the light spilling out of the rear-facing window was a bit brighter on the lawn. I crept around to the back, eventually ducking behind a table and chair set. Sure enough, the view into the room was unobstructed. James stood in the middle of the room, naked from the waist up. He was lean and smooth, athletic without being muscle-bound. Moving with an ease that bespoke complete familiarity with the process of undressing in the company of women, he undid his belt, unzipped, and stepped out of his pants. There was a generous protuberance pushing at the front of his boxer shorts and no sooner had the pants been folded and put aside, then a hand entered the frame of the window to cradle and pet the shifting mass through the thin cotton. I could see, even from across the yard, the immediate response this attention called forth from within the tented shorts. In a moment, there was every indication that a turgid cock was at full attention, waiting patiently to feel the bliss of air, and hands, and lips upon it. Steph came fully into the frame now. She wore her brassiere. No doubt, she was waiting for James to unhook it and hold in his hands the breasts he had so rudely pawed at that day. He did just that, holding them gently this time, and pressing his face between them. Steph's neck arched back and I could hear her deep-throated moan even through the glass. She aided James's cock through the pee hole of his shorts, and there it was, jerking excitedly every few seconds, clearly ready for a serious workout. As I had already surmised from various unmistakeable signs, James's penis was large. Jesus. It was absolute stud quality. They were kissing now. Watching this was anguishing, but it stimulated me at the same time. I was completely surrendering to my own intrinsic fecklessness as a man. If I could, I would stay with it, stay right there, and watch the fevered union of these two very hot and driven people ; two people who loved what they saw at this moment. Loved and craved what the other offered. They were a perfect fit in mind and body. I could sense their great erotic happiness at being in each others' arms. I was strangely elated and turned on. I don't exactly approve of spying on people, but the chance to see what would transpire in this bedroom, to see lovemaking as it was meant to be - sometimes sensually slow-humping, their sweating bodies wrapped tightly in embrace, endearing and encouraging words whispered into the other's ear. Or, a full-out pounding fuck. I wanted to see that, and more. Suddenly, both of them disappeared from view. Clearly, I'd have to find a new vantage point if I were to be privy to what promised to be quite a show. I drew closer to the window, but the closer I came the less advantage there was to see in. The window sill was about at eye level, so that even if they were visible, I'd not be able to see more than their heads. Looking about, aided by the dim light falling through the window, I espied a metal garbage can by the corner of the house. I slowly dragged this over to the window. Fortunately, it was empty. I inverted the can, and carefully hiked myself up onto the bottom, first kneeling, then, with great care, standing. I braced myself against the side of the house. I was situated so that the light from the room did not fall directly on me. I steadied myself. The can proved to be a sturdy foundation. Lowering into a crouch, I peered into the room. James's back was to me as he stood facing the bed. I looked enviously at his tapered waist. I bitterly admired the muscularity of his legs. Steph sat at the edge of the bed, her hands providing a lovely contrast of color as they stroked and petted his ass. She was, one could see, spending some quality time with James's sleek, black cock.! I became quite erect. God! I thought, if only I could see Steph filling her mouth with it! I became so aroused at the prospect of this that I felt momentarily dizzy. I pressed my face to the wood siding. Then, as if clouds had parted and God had appeared in the sky, James changed his position, now standing at the foot of the bed. His full length was now visible to me. The patch of hair above his cock seemed neatly trimmed. There is something so exciting about the tightly coiled pubic hairs of a black man. My Revelation Steph had shifted to accommodate the new arrangement. Words were spoken., She shifted on her back so that her head dangled over the foot of the bed. Her face now provided a resting place for James's scrotum. I could see her moving her face about in this space between his legs. Kissing? Sucking? All of the above, no doubt. I saw kisses placed on the smooth inner surface of his thighs. James's cock was at a permanent 45% angle of attention. And who could blame him, with a pretty blonde like Steph nibbling at his balls. For my part, I couldn't take my eyes off of his member. He was fully erect, for sure. The helmet was swelled so that the flesh there shone tautly. It bobbed like a ripe plum. In the overhead light I saw a glimmer of moisture at the tip. Was He pre-cumming? I licked my lips when I comprehended what I saw. And then I wondered... Well, why was I so interested in that? My ego took the express elevator to the basement as a feeling of inadequacy swept over me and I realized my deep longing for the kind of manhood I saw before me. Not to be it or embody it. That wasn't going to happen. But looking at Steph with her face busy in the shadow of James's groin, smelling him, tasting him. And James, displaying the engorged totem of his virility with such easy confidence, I saw that not only was I mesmerized by the beauty of all this, but that I wanted to be there in the room. Not as a stud like James. Really, what a laugh! No, just to be there as, I don't know... their attendant? Yes. To do their bidding, even if it was to bring them refreshments when they rested. Or to praise their efforts; to marvel aloud at their fevered athleticism. To bear witness to the glories of a sexual union that I could experience only from the sidelines. If I could have that, then to hell with my pride. Sure, I had been Stephanie's boyfriend once, but never like this. Not even close. I think she stayed with me as long as she did because I pampered her so. And because I gave such attention to pleasing her with my tongue and my lips. I was mediocre, at best, in the sack, often cumming prematurely or doubting myself and losing my erection. But I made a point of excelling orally. I would spend an hour or more making love to Steph's pussy while she lay back, comfortably propped up on a bank of pillows. At first, she had given strict directions, telling me just how to service her. If I messed up she would crack me on the head and call me "dumbass", or some equivalent. But I was happy to be trained, and quickly improved. I loved pleasing her in this way. Here I had finesse. She would cum repeatedly, and I would feel as though I were good for something. After pleasing her in this way, I would gently suggest that she roll onto her stomach so that I could complete my ministrations. Steph liked to call this a "trip around the world". She would still be quivering from her last orgasm as I rained kisses on her gorgeous ass. Soon, I would be deep between her cheeks, lost in the earthy must of her anus. My reward was her cries of pleasure as I reached as far into her as I could. They now arranged themselves so that Steph was facing the headboard on all fours. James knelt behind. Strands of damp hair clung to the side of Steph's face. Her lips were parted and her eyes closed. With each thrust, James withdrew nearly all of his penis, so that I could see the glistening head snugly caressed by the tender inner lips. His movement was slow and deliberate. His hands were stroking and kneading Steph's ass cheeks, and he alternately trailed his fingertips along the small of her back. Throughout, Steph brought up low animal groans from deep within. The rythm of their bodies entranced me. In unison with the happy couple, I stroked myself through my pants. I was hard as a piece of marble, and worried that I might orgasm. It would be difficult to be quiet about that! James's hand came up, and then down with a loud crack onto Steph's buttock. Steph laughed gutturally and turned her head to look up at James. Through the ecstatic expression of her face she managed a faux look of reprimand. "Bad boy!" Steph said, breathing deeply. "Yeah. You like 'em bad. Isn't that right?" James countered, and with that he plunged into her to his limit. Steph's head fell down between her shoulders, then whipped up so that her neck was fully arched. I cannot describe the sounds that came from her. For his part, James began to thrust in ernest ,and brought his hand down hard again. The flesh there moved in rippled waves, and the imprints of his hand began to blossom. Steph lowered herself onto her forearms, perhaps the better to absorb the force of James's quickened moves. He, for his part, reached forward and took strands of Steph's disarrayed hair in each hand, grasping it as though reining in a recalcitrant bronc. But there was no taming to be done here. And none intended. Soon, I saw that the sky was lightening. I slipped slowly to the ground and crept into the shadows. My Revelation Chapter 2 The months passed, and a new status quo settled in. Now, at work, I was treated cordially by Steph. I took this to simply be a mask concealing the pity she now felt for an obvious loser. This was harder to swallow than the contempt she had been dishing up in the wake of our breakup. But, yeah, I got it. She was so sexually fulfilled now, so goddamned confirmed as a woman (one who could keep a horny rake like James in her bed and her's alone), that the disdain which had been the last authentic feeling she had for me - it no longer registered. I felt like a walking zero. James and she were now a serious couple, and I'd heard through the grapevine that they planned to live together. For myself, I tried dating. I found this a bit nerve-wracking since nearly all relationships I'd been in had begun almost by accident, or by the woman taking the initiative. The dating hadn't gone so well. I tended to drink too much and would wind up getting either stupidly overconfident and chatty, or morose and brooding. Once, I woke up to find myself sleeping on the living room floor of a date's apartment. She was nowhere around and there was a note pinned to my shirt saying that I should leave at once. After time, I just kept to myself. I still had a libido, though, and I kept it appeased through porn. Many nights I would find myself with my pants around my ankles and the glow of the monitor washing over my half-lidded eyes. I'd get things done, clean up, and fall into bed. Sometimes I would be led to sites featuring black and white couples. I started looking for specific picture and videos: ones with white girls sucking on black dick. I kind of became fixated on this theme, and there was plenty of it on the web. I particularly favored shots of the barely-legal with their lips stretched enticingly around a thick shaft. It looked so sexy to me. And there would be the black dude looking down on his very own white whore. I could see it. I mean white girls getting fascinated with a thick, black, hanging johnson. Looking at this stuff turned me on big-time. Once when I was pretty looped on bourbon and some fine morrocan hashish, I watched a video of a pale little woman with a pageboy haircut letting a slick black dickhead slip in and out of her mouth. I imagined that the woman was Steph and the dude was James. As I started to cum, I addressed the couple on the screen: "Is it tasty, honey? ...Steph? ...Tell me what he tastes like. Please. God! it looks so good! Work it, Steph! Oh, you lucky bitch! Eat all his semen, baby. Clean out his sweet little pee hole. Make him feel like the man he is! You cocksucking whore! You look so beautiful with that black meat in your mouth." I felt practically deranged as I lusted and ranted over this fantasy I'd concocted. Or, rather, it was more as though it had emerged of its own from some battened- down, lonesome chamber in my psyche. It came right up through the floorboards, spewing dust and rusted nails. And it came with an unambiguous message: "YOU, little jackie. It's you who wants to be on your knees helping a hefty, black dick to feel its very best. It's you. Not Steph. Not the waifish , pale girl in the video. And more to the point, you want, above all else, to be in James's bedroom at his beck and call. To be his human cumbucket. His slave." My orgasm was a testament to the sheer ardor of my mind and body in that moment. An end-over-end wad of cum flew three feet into the air and landed on my spasming thigh. If there were a cumshot olympics, I'd be bending over to have the gold put around my neck. I slid off the chair onto the floor, continuing to ooze smaller quantities onto the carpet. I lay there utterly depleted. "James". I whispered. I pulled my knees into a fetal curl and fell into a deep untroubled sleep. My Revelation Ch. 02-04 In the interest of story cohesion, and your possible enjoyment, please read the first installment of My Revelation. My Revelation Chapter 2 The next morning, it wasn't so much the images I'd seen on my laptop that crowded my consciousness, but the memory of me lusting so strongly, even desperately, to be the happy woman in the final scene that I'd watched. I sat up feeling not so much confused as completely unprepared to see this newly exposed version of myself. "I'm a cocksucker," I whispered. I thought back to my days in high school. Sure, there were signs of this. I remembered gym class, which I despised. The instructors made a point of seeing that everyone got into the showers after the class. They'd patrol the locker room with an eye out for anyone dressing when they should be heading for the shower room. I was very self-conscious of my penis which, judging by the myriad sideways glances I'd dared while my fellow students were undressing, was strictly in the lowest percentile. The ones with normal-sized dicks or bigger, all but celebrated their good fortune, rough-housing and hooting it up. John K was often in the center of such scenes. He was slim, sweet-natured and boyish. And he had a jaw-droppingly beautiful penis. I was in the same aisle of the locker room as he, but separated by eight or ten other boys. I played a game of cat-and-mouse with his cock. If he were turned the right way, and if the guys between us were not in the way - bending over to tie their shoes, for instance - I would see it from the corner of my eye, swaying slightly, as it must, due to its length. In a moment, someone would step into the line of sight, or John would turn away. But such glimpses were heaven. I would replay the brief moment going home on the bus many times, savoring my secret arousal and awe. I rationalized this fascination through comparison with my own meager member. I thought that it made sense to want to look at and study a cock of some proportion, in the same way that one could be entranced by a rare bird landing on the lawn. It was something you'd never seen the likes of before. But the excitement I'd felt went misunderstood or, as I now see in retrospect, was presented to my conscious mind in a tamed, rationalized form. Beneath it lay the measureless, desiring mass it had been cleaved from, pushed down,as it was, into the psychic depths. But now, here it presented itself, risen and insistent. My sexual fantasies began to center exclusively around Steph and James. One would think that a sense of dignity might have stepped in and reminded me that Steph had rejected me and subsequently taken up with James in the most wholehearted and lustful way. But, to the contrary, the fact that I was all but forgotten, and Steph, as anyone with a pair of eyes could see, was wholly devoted to James, made the situation all the more stimulating for me. I renewed the fantasy that had taken shape as I peered at the two of them through the bedroom window the night of the office party. I imagined myself living in their home as their butler/slave. An unpaid position, naturally. Could I make this a reality? It seemed crazy to think it could come to be. But the fantasy involved me deeply and, at one point, I vowed, with no small sense of trepidation, to work toward its realization. But how to start? Where to begin? Maybe they would feel repulsed by the very idea of having a slave. I did recall, though, gossip at the office about James and his weekend indulgences. It seems he liked to "party hard", as they say, and this apparently centered around drugs and sex. And a party, you know, seems to imply more than two people. Who knows what kinds of scenarios he might have been a part of. Steph, for her part, always seemed to take a kind of imperious pleasure in upbraiding me when I didn't satisfy her to her expectations in bed. She would also sometimes scold or belittle me in public, and this, too, seemed to give her satisfaction. Reflecting on these factors encouraged me. Maybe the two of them could find some special pleasure in having the man they'd cuckolded bowing, scraping, and jumping when they snapped their fingers. I intended to find out. I thought fondly back to Mrs McGuinty's address to the senior english class exhorting us to discover what it is we truly love, and then to give everything we had to fulfilling it. I decided, with wicked glee, to write to her anonymously when the time was right, informing her that one of her former students had decided to become the very best ass-licking, cumsucking doormat the world had ever seen. My plan began simply enough. At the stationery store I bought a distinctive notepad with pages of varied pastel colors. I kept it on my desk. Every few days, at a time when I knew James would be occupied, I would compose a brief note on one of the colored pages. Here is the first one I wrote: You are a symbol of true manliness, to me. I would fold these missives in half, and take the elevator to the garage. If I were the only one on the elevator, I would use this privacy to kneel and hold the note to my chest, feeling the emotion and ardor of the written sentiment, and imagining James standing before me. In the garage, I would go to my car first, open the trunk, and pretend to look for something. When there was no activity, and I could see that the elevator was on one of the higher floors, I would tuck the note beneath the windshield wiper of James's car. I was careful to not allow myself more than just a respectful or appreciative expression in the notes - nothing hinting at my sexual longing. This went one for several weeks. Meanwhile, I secretly courted Stephanie. I sent flowers every saturday, and with them a note. Here is an example of the notes I sent: You are a queen on her throne. I am your devoted servant. Invariably, I sent purple irises and casablanca lilies. I knew these to be her favorites. This alone must have made her wonder. After the third delivery, I began to notice something different in Steph when we crossed paths in the office. Where before she would have breezed by with a perfunctory "hi", she now would cast a quizzical look my way. The following monday, I was in my cubicle, wrapping up a phone conversation. I hung up, leaned back stretching, and swung my chair about. A shock ran through me as I faced Steph standing in the entry. I leapt to my feet, unnerved, but at the same time excited at the prospect of....what? Who could say? But something, certainly something was beginning to bubble in the laboratory, shall we say. I cast my gaze down onto the carpet. I had no idea of what to say. I clasped my hands in front of me and slowly looked up to her. "Hi, Steph," I said, my voice weak and constricted. Steph leaned against the partition, her arms folded. "How's it going, Jack?" she said, giving me that same quizzical look I'd begun to see. I cleared my throat, "Oh, I'm getting along okay. You know." I ventured a compliment. "You're looking well." I felt my forehead begin to bead up, and I fidgeted with my hands. "I want your opinion on something," Steph said. "Got a minute?" "Sure!" I said, wondering what this could possibly be about. Steph gave me a small smile. "It's at my desk," she said. Walking down the hall, I followed behind Steph at what I considered to be a respectful distance.(Already, however discretely, I was occupying my role.) On Steph's desk was a monthly chart that she was responsible for setting up. It showed on which days agents needed to be on call during their off time. Steph pointed to where I was scheduled. "I'm wondering if you could do these two days in a row. Phil will be on vacation. Anyway, if you're willing, Max said he'd toss in a C-note for you." I realized that Steph was waiting for a response, but all I could do at that moment was look at the small flower arrangement in a slender vase on her desk - a single lily and a single iris. "Those are nice," I said, excitement quickening in me as I spoke. "Yeah," Steph said offhandedly. "They're my favorite flowers. I took them from an arrangement at home." "Yes, I recall that you liked them," I said, acting as though absorbed in the chart. "Do you, now"? Steph said, turning to me. "That is interesting. Actually, I've been receiving bouquets of them for a few weeks now. It's a bit mysterious. Just the flowers and an intriguing, rather flattering note attached to them. No name, though. I'd love to thank whoever is sending them. It's all so complimentary." "I can do the extra day, just as you have it laid out, Steph," I said, keeping my eyes on the chart. I was having a little difficulty controlling my breathing. "Jack", Steph said, "Have you been sending these to me?" I was taken aback by the directness of the query. Still, here was my chance to see if any of this had a chance. "You know, Jack, women like getting flowers. It's nothing to be ashamed of. And," Steph said, her voice measured and clear, "some women like to get notes like the ones I got," "I did," I said barely audibly. "I did send them. I'm sorry." "Hey, no need to apologize. I was kind of digging it, having a secret admirer and all. And one with such a charming attitude. But, you know, I'm deep into my relationship with James. Who knows? Maybe some other time we could see where that goes. Anyway," Steph said, leaning towards me and kissing my cheek, "thanks for the lovely sentiments." I left her then, returning to my desk with a sense of hope that I prayed was based on something real. Now I needed to turn my attention to the man I hoped would become my master and my mentor. My Revelation Chapter 3 I began to feel anxious about my efforts to get James's attention. Perhaps he thought that some neighborhood person had seen him coming and going and become obsessed with him. If that were so , he might simply decide to wait it out. He might have thought it was some lonely nut case. And he would be right, I guess. But I needed to expedite the matter. I needed to show my hand, somehow. In any case, I continued, for then, to leave my small, heartfelt notes on his windshield, feeling greater ardor and impatience as time passed. Soon, I decided on a strategy. While James was out calling on a client one day, I left a note on his desk. It hardly needs mentioning that the very same notepaper I'd been using all along bore my message. It was this: Hi, James... Do you have a copy of the state statutes on life policy redemptions? Can't seem to find mine. Thanks! Jack I waited. James came back to the office later that day, but left quickly. It was the weekend, and he had plans, I imagined. As I looked from the window and saw him drive off, I felt an arousal and a stirring in my loins as I imagined just how he would be spending his time. I knew, as you are now aware, how naturally he took to riding hard on a pretty woman. I leaned back in my chair, my erection raising and lowering the fabric of my pants, and a deep craving to feel and taste James's cock in my mouth took hold. I imagined, too, Steph looking on, guiding me in the ways that she had been trained. I went quickly to the restroom, entered a stall, and found relief in mere seconds. I pressed the side of my face to the cool partition, my knees spasming, an image of James above me, squeezing his final deposit onto my face. Naturally, when I came to work on monday, I was a nervous wreck. I had had the entire weekend to imagine the myriad disastrous ways all of this could turn out. If my ploys became public, I'd become the official leper at work. Let's face it. There'd be no work. I'd be cleaning out my desk. I arrived at my usual time. At my desk, I simply put a bunch of papers and folders on my desktop, put a pen in my hand, and stared in front of myself. I could barely think. After an hour or so, I calmed down and made a few calls. Lunch came and went. Perhaps James had completely forgotten about my request. To me, it made perfect sense that I could be readily forgotten, but I held out hope. Around two o'clock, I saw James walking towards my desk. I turned to my monitor and began paging through the document I had on the screen. I had no idea what I was doing. James gave a light courtesy tap on the edge of the partition. "Jack! How's the boy?" James said, "I got your message." Just then, his cell rang. "Hold up a sec," he said, giving me a wink and quickly clapping a blackberry to his ear. "Yeah," James said. I sat there waiting, halfway turned to the entry of my cubicle. "That's right," James continued, " It's going to cover all of your inventories. ......exactly........yes, that premium is secured for two years........right. Within the fluctuation range I mentioned." I began to feel uncomfortable or, rather, more uncomfortable as the conversation went on. Still it was strangely pleasant to be waiting idly as James talked to what seemed to be one of his big clients. "You got it, my friend," James said, holding up a finger to me signaling that the call was soon ending. "Take care. Okay. Bye." "Sorry about that," he said, stowing the phone inside his suit jacket. "Oh! That's okay!" I spurted out, noticing a slight quaver in my voice. Had James noticed it? "The guy's got a lot of questions. Not that I blame him. He's accountable to the "big kahuna". Carlton Imports. I hear Carlton can bite some heads off when he has a mind to," James said, chuckling. "So, about that statute book. I can just send you an e-copy. I've got it on my hard drive. But I thought I'd just drop by to see how you're doing," James said cooly. There was a silence. "So, then. How are things with you?" James queried. I saw him make a quick scan of the things on my desk. The infamous notepad could not be missed. It sat there in the glow of the computer. "I'm good," I said. "You know. Life goes on." "Yeah. Hey, I just gotta tell you something. I know how,.... you know, romance can go one way or the other when you're not looking. believe me, I've been through the ringer myself. Anyway, Ihope you didn't get banged up too bad when you and Stephanie fell out." "Oh. Well, it was hard, you know." "You bet I do, bro," he said, then took a step toward me and gave my shoulder a squeeze. "That's love for you." The feel of his strong hand giving my shoulder a quick knead, and the sound of his commiserating words made my eyes moisten. I felt an instinct to lean my head down onto his hand, but, of course, I offered a more stoic response. A response that one real man might say to another in such circumstances. I turned my head to look up to him. "Thank you, James. Your saying this means a lot to me. I didn't want our being with the same girl to be a wedge between us," I said. James let his hand drop away. "Well, I know you two had your difficulties. Say, ...where can I get notepaper like that? That's kinda cool, "James said, his hand on my shoulder again. "Yeah. I could really dig a pad of paper like that. Know what I mean?" I nearly wet my pants feeling that strong brown hand on my shoulder and hearing his suggestive words. My heart began to beat like a hummingbird's and I felt myself beginning to hyper-ventilate. James noticed. "Relax, man We'll get back to this another time. Okay?" "Sure, sure. Sorry. I've been feeling a bit strange today, is all." "I know what you mean. Just relax. That's my boy." My God! He called me "boy"! "Hey. Let's have a beer after work sometime," James said, casually. "It'd be nice to talk things over. How 'bout it"? "I'd really like that, James. I would," I replied, smiling timidly up at him. I was in utterly new territory for me. I felt like I was moving in a dream. "Thank you, James." "Let me know when's good for you. See ya." James turned and left. I placed my hand where he had held his on my shoulder and found myself smiling inside and out. My Revelation Chapter 4 On the following Thursday, after work, I met James at Bristol's, a bar popular with business types. Bristol's was on the swank side: oak paneling, plush carpeting, nicely upholstered chairs and barstools. As I approached, the door swung open as a couple left, and I could hear a piano being played. My eyes slowly adjusted as I stepped inside. The pianist in a far corner was in the middle of "Night and Day". The place was about half full. I looked around. Several of the tables were occupied with folks in business attire. There was a horseshoe-shaped bar against the wall to the rear. I saw James's profile on the right side. He was chatting with one of the bartenders. I took a deep breath, then another, telling myself, "You can do this, Jack." I had already had a couple of belts from a pint bottle I'd picked up on the way to work. I swabbed my brow with my handkerchief, thankful that the place had its AC going full blast. James was still talking to the bartender as I approached. "He's out for the season, man," I heard him say. "Did a number on his knee." James turned, "Hey there, Jack. Belly up to the bar. Another manhattan, Cal. Just like the last one. How about it, Jack? what's your pleasure?" I swung into the barstool beside James, grinning like a fool, for some reason. Nerves, I guess, though I was also utterly ecstatic to be James's companion for the evening. "A manhattan sounds good," I said. "I'm a bourbon guy, myself." ""Make it two, Cal, rocks. With bitters. You do like bitters in yours I trust?" "That's what the recipe calls for." "Damn right. But you gotta ask for it, most of the time. Cal here knows the score, though." The drinks arrived. "Here's to insuring the world," James proposed, and we touched glasses. "Mmmmm. That's what I'm talking about," James declared, sipping from his glass. "What do you think?" "It's the best. Yeah," I said. "Hear that, Cal? Jack is on board." "Thanks guys," Cal said, turning from the cash register. "Enjoy." "And so we shall," James said. We talked about work for a while, James coaching me in the ways of effective salesmanship. I gave him my full attention. "Don't be afraid to be a little bit familiar with a client, Jack. They'll see that as confidence on your part, and then they just naturally develop their own confidence in you. Unless you're a complete fuck-up, of course. But I know you know the business. Give it a try." WE had another drink. Normally, I'd be getting kind of loopy at this point, but I was so charged up by the potential promise of the situation that, although I felt buzzed, I was aware of every word James spoke; every gesture he made. The ice rattled in our glasses as we finished off these drinks. James nodded to Cal, and two more arrived. James reached into his suit jacket pocket and withdrew several folded pieces of pastel-colored paper. These he proceeded to separate and arrange on the bar before us. I found myself speechless in the face of this. I just stared at them and at his hands as he shifted them into two neat rows. "Now, on an entirely different subject...," James said. " James," I said, "Could we please do this somewhere else? Maybe at a table?" "What for?" James asked bluntly. "It's just a few scraps of paper. " "The bartender," I said nervously, "He could see them. I mean...." "I think Cal, here, has seen pieces of paper lying on the bar over the years. What's the big deal?" James said, sounding impatient. "No! It's fine. Really. I was just concerned that he might see what was on them, and all. But, like you said, no big deal! Sorry I made such a fuss, James," I said, feeling anxious and smiling at him tensely. "I really don't think the bartender wants to see what's written here, but if he did, let's say, express some curiosity, and if I felt it would be rude to deny him, what would you say to that? Would you tell me "no"? " My Revelation Ch. 02-04 "I would never say no to you, James. No matter what," I said in a voice that felt both emphatic and intimate. I felt a kind of energy race through me, and I began to feel aroused. I realized that I was declaring my devotion and my obedience to a man whom I hoped and prayed would someday agree to be my master. I had to prove myself worthy. "Sounds like we're on the same page, Jack. Good boy," James said, barely above a whisper. "Now, let's take a closer look at these little messages you sent me. How about it?" James said, casting a searching gaze at me. I felt as though I was being appraised; as though I was a car James was thinking of buying. But here it was a matter not of how fast, but how far the new toy would go. "Yes, James. I'd like that very much," I said. I wondered which one he would choose first. I knew that some would make me feel more embarrassed than others. James picked up a peach-colored square. "Let's see," he said in a casual tone. My heart quickened. I knew which one this was. James read from the paper: " 'I kneel before you as I would a god. With your proud, engorged phallus; your fearless mind.' " "I kneel before you...," James repeated slowly. "You know, I can kinda dig that. In fact, let me come right out and say that I do. Have my own little devotee. Yeah." "A slave," I ventured in little more than a whisper. "I have a friend in Atlanta. Black dude I was in college with. He has a slave. A white guy. He says it's about the craziest mind game he's ever been in. He loves it. Says this white guy will do just about anything he tells him to do. imagine that. At first, I thought that was pretty far out. You know, like too far out. But then, you've got two adults doing something that works for them. Who's to judge." "I feel similarly, James," I said, encouraged by his reasoning. "And, as you pointed out, they're both getting something they deeply want." I took a sip from my drink. " Boy, I kind of envy that guy. The white guy, I mean." "Well, maybe you won't need to envy him so much, " James said, a sly, cocksure look on his face. These words had my little penis shifting in my pants. James was taking to this, but he was taking his time. He seemed practically blase about it. I felt it was his way of saying that he was the one at the controls. He would decide how things would be done. He'd shape the situation to his own satisfaction, and I would be molded to fit into it. James picked up a lavender-toned square of paper from the bar. I was less nervous now, and was actually hoping that the note he'd chosen would be an especially embarrassing one. I wasn't disappointed. "Hmmmm," James mused. "This one.....well, I'd say it goes right to the heart of the matter. See what you think." James took a moment, fingering and flattening the paper. He read: It would be a great honor to lick and kiss your wonderful ass. "Now, Jack, I'd like you to elaborate on this interesting little sentiment for me. Tell me just what you have in mind." Indeed, I was more than a little embarrassed by the note and even more so at the prospect of telling James just how much I yearned to perform the task in question. James was challenging me. That was clear. It was, I realized, his first order. His first command. Now it was for me to obey him. Yes, it would be difficult, but James was there holding the hoop, and I needed to jump through it. I surprised myself with the degree to which I revealed my longing. "Well, James," I began. "It's just that I know you are superior to me in ways that can never change. You're confident and I'm timid. I'm a coward. That's one. You're also in much demand as a sex partner. I know you've been in bed with half the women in the office and none of them seems to have regretted it, to say the least." James nodded and said, "Go on." "I guess I see in you a manliness and power that comes naturally to you, James. Me, I'm no good in the sack. If I go to bed with someone, the whole thing is over in twenty minutes. That's if it ever gets started. So I just am awed by your abilities and your poise." I was beginning to get emotional, and I had to stop for a moment. James ordered two more drinks. "Okay, Jack. I get what you're saying. Now how does that relate to this?" he said, holding up the note. "Well, I guess I see, you know, kissing your ass as an expression of the awe I feel towards you. It excites me terrifically imagining myself kneeling behind you making love to you there. I so mean it when I say it would be a great honor, James. Truly," I said, quickly brushing a tear from my cheek. All of what I'd said was both scary and wonderfully freeing. "I think that's enough for now," James said, signaling for the check. "Next week, I'm not sure which evening, you'll come over to my place, and we'll get into this a bit further. Keep your calendar open." "Yes, James." James handed Cal a credit card. While the bartender was working on the check, James turned to me. "This has been an illuminating session, I'd say. What do you think?" "I'm....I'm...so happy," I said, feeling tears begin again. I blinked them away. "That's good," James said. "But Jack, I want you to keep your emotions in check when we're in a public place like this. I don't want people thinking I'm spending my time with some crying sissy. All right?" "Yes, sir," I said promptly. "I'm sorry that happened. I won't let it happen again." "I know you won't," James said, looking at his watch. "Got to go now. " "Goodbye," I said. "And thank you. Thank you, James." I sat there at the bar a while longer with a fresh drink. My mind felt utterly exploded. I could have been on Mars or in the Mojave desert. I was that uprooted from my "normal" life. But one thing was becoming clear: who and what I was. My Revelation Ch. 05 My spirits had begun to flag as the week had progressed, hearing nothing, and James seeming aloof towards me when we passed in the hallways. But on friday, my heart leapt at sight of a folded note in my office mailbox. All that it said was "saturday 8". The next day! I made a beeline for home that evening and went directly to the small section of my bedroom that I had curtained off and made into a simple shrine where I could go to offer respect and homage to James when I couldn't be in his presence. Once within, I gave myself over to the waves of gratitude that enveloped me in this safe and sacred zone. In lieu of kneepads, I had a small cushion on which to kneel. I knelt and faced the master's image that I'd had framed. It was a photo of James taken while he was receiving an award for work excellence. This photo, flanked by a candle and a small vase of flowers, rests upon a polished teak shelf, the wood for which I had personally selected and lovingly finished with aromatic oils. This shelf is braced on the wall at a height such that, when on my knees, I can look up to it at a respectful angle. From an envelope beside my kneeling cushion I withdrew a prayer card. At least, this is what I call it. I began in a low voice: The Master is generous and shows mercy to those beneath Him. This white dog, weak and needy, finds his true place At the Master's feet. He responds to The Master's call without hesitation. He performs all of the Master's directions joyfully and without thought. May the compassionate Master see merit in the white dog's obedience and respect. After repeating this three times, I slipped the card back into its envelope and spent several minutes gazing upon the Master's image, observing the hint of haughtiness in his smile, and his confident bearing. Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow I would show James just how much I would give up for him, how much I wanted to truly be his dog. Although I would cede all decision and power to Him, this one decision, to give myself without reserve, lay entirely within my breast; within my very soul. I slept deeply that night, and spent the next morning ricocheting between feelings of euphoria and a case of nerves that had my jaw clenching and my hands quivering. A couple of drinks toned me down somewhat, and I was able to think more rationally about the upcoming meeting with James. " Prove to Him that you are worthy to be on the end of his leash," I told myself. "Let Him know that you are ready and eager to be debased in any way he chooses." Ready, eager, and hungry for it! God, was I hungry for whatever he dished out. Ready to lap it all up! The door opened and James gestured me in. "Follow me." he instructed, and we headed down the hallway to the room with the chair. I drew quickly into his wake. "On your hands and knees, asshead. And keep up." I scurried along the carpet, struggling to keep up with his rapid pace. James whirled on me. "I said to keep up, you fucking moron!" I looked up to him beseechingly, wishing for his wrath to ease. Frightened, really. My countenance. I hoped, conveyed my deep disappointment at having been so stupid. The Master glared at me. "You really are a worthless sack of shit. Did you know that, Jack?" James said, hands on hips. "It's true, James. I know that now. Thank you. I guess I've always known it." I said, looking up into his eyes. "Yeah. But you still thought you could run with a hot bitch like Stephanie. what a laugh! Whoooeeee! What a fucking Joke." James through back his head and laughed. "Hey, asshead, I've got your number direct from the horse's mouth. When I get her in bed, she's "Miss tell all." he went on with a sardonic grin. "She said she had half a mind to get up out of bed and watch some TV right in the middle of you trying to fuck her. Said she was bored silly. Thought you ought to know, little buddy. Us guys got to look out for each other." With that, James just looked at me and shook his head. "Okay. Get your motherfucking ass in there." he said in a low voice, and he threw the door open. I raced through the door on hands and knees. All I could think was that I certainly had some ground to make up! "Get you clothes off, fuckhead." James instructed. "And forget the neatness. Just strip down and stand there." I nearly tore my clothes removing them. In ten seconds I stood before James, shaking and afraid. I also had an erection. It was all very confusing. James began slowly to remove the belt from his pants. I stood watching, entranced. It seemed I was to get a beating for my lax behavior. But my modest erection showed no sign of abating at the prospect of this. Surely, a good ass-whipping was called for, and I found, to my surprise, that I wanted to feel James's belt on my skin. I wanted to be corrected. I wanted to be trained to do better. This was how that would be done, it seemed. "Turn around." James ordered. I turned with my back to him, my hands at my sides, and my head hung. "I'm so sorry, James." I muttered, and began to cry. "You're sorry, all right. But I'm going to fix that. All right?" "Yes, sir." "That's my boy. Attitude is everything. try this on." With that I felt the sting of his belt on my buttock. It made a cracking sound. The belt came down over and over. In the middle of the beating, James came around to look at me. I was crying. "Getting the picture, dog-boy?" "Yes, master. I'll try hard to do better. Thank you for caring enough to whip me. Any other real man would throw me out into the street." "That's right, little doggie. You're very lucky. But I'm not really finished here." With that, james proceeded to strap me methodically. my asscheeks and my upper thighs were burning. As I grimaced and silently endured his ministrations, I began to imagine how the welts would look on me, and how proud I would be to bear them under my clothes in the office. My Revelation Ch. 05 Pt. 01 The next day was Friday. At work, I kept a low profile, not straying from my desk. I couldn't trust how I might react if I were to cross paths with James in the hallway. In the hours since I'd left Bristol's, I replayed my meeting with him innumerable times. There was something dreamlike and surreal about it all. I felt, however, that after our evening together the following week, things would feel real enough. My mind turned to speculating as to how that would play out. James laying down the law, for one thing. James telling me just what he expected, and perhaps the consequences of my not meeting his expectations. Sure, I was nervous. I felt uncertain and I worried that I might not measure up. But I knew I was oh, so motivated! Really, I was right where I wanted to be: under the control of, under the thumb of a strong, confident, and hung (Good lord, was he ever!) black man. Weeks before, perched atop a trash can, under the shadow of night, I had caught my first - and till now, only - glimpse of that lovely organ. I had, since then, retained quite clearly the image of his erection while Stephanie caressed and attended to it. As the reader will already have surmised, the fact that a woman who had spurned and ultimately come to despise me was giving herself unreservedly to this man, made it all the more exciting! That afternoon, as I was updating some files, I heard Stephanie's voice not far from my desk. Moments later, she appeared at the entry to my workspace. "Hi, Jack." she said in a cheery voice. "And thanks again for the flowers. They keep for quite a while, and I'm running out of vases! It's very flattering." she said. Then, moving closer to me and lowering her voice, she said, "Not to mention the sentiments that come along with them! You sure know how to make a woman feel special." She gave the back of my neck a light squeeze. It was the first time she'd touched me since she stormed into her apartment and left me barefoot in her backyard months before. The warmth of her hand was heavenly. "I hear you boys are having a little get-together next week." she offered in a casual tone. I felt my hair stand on end. So, the connection had been made; the circuit was now complete! "Oh!" I said, looking up at her. "Did James mention that to you? Yes, we are. We were out for drinks yesterday, and he invited me then." "Yes, he told me." Steph said. "I'm glad you two are getting along. I didn't want there to be any hard feelings between you." "No, we had a really nice time." I said, feeling a bit on edge, not knowing how much she knew. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt that, sure, he told her. Probably, they had compared notes. "Actually, I've always been fond of James. An admirer, you could say." I said, and I looked at Steph. She smiled. "Yes, he's a good man, Jack. Oh, he's cocky and sometimes a bit arrogant, but that just comes with the territory." " Sure. Sure," I said, and thought - Who wouldn't have a bit of an ego if every pussy he walked past began to moisten and twitch. "But he's generous, too. He's helped me quite a lot with my interpersonal skills." "He's got the chops. You would do well to listen to him." Steph said, perhaps knowing that I would listen respectfully to James if he were talking about the price of coffee beans. "Yeah, he's a rock star." I said. "Well, I have to get back to work" steph said. ""I hope you two have a very interesting "boys night in", shall we say." Once Steph walked away from my desk that afternoon, I knew that the puzzle pieces were hovering over their respective spaces, and that, if providence would smile upon me just this once, I would soon be in the service of a Lord and Lady. A Master and Mistress. I knew that this was the true gateway into any meaningful satisfaction and fulfillment in my otherwise confused and impoverished existence. There would be no empowerment of pathetic Jack in this lifetime, but, if I played my cards right, I could bask in the fierce carnal glow of these two incomparable lovers. I could be their attentive witness. The acolyte of their torrid life celebrations. On the following monday, there was a note from James in my office mailbox. It read: Wednesday 135 Kappock St 8PM So this was it, I thought, tucking the note deep into a pocket. All during that day, through a dinner at home, and until my eyes finally closed early the next morning, I could think of nothing but James opening his front door and finding me on the steps outside, ready for my lessons. Wednesday morning's sunlight came sifting through the bedroom curtains, and I was surprised at how well I'd slept. This was the day, I thought, when James and I would be alone in his house, and I would learn the particulars of how my life would become very different. I stretched languorously between the sheets, imagining the evening ahead. In a moment, I was fully erect and anticipating the feeling of surrender to whatever James would require of me. My mind wandered down strange and wonderful paths. At work, I moved mechanically from task to task. Around noon, I saw James leave the office. He didn't return that afternoon. I was to find out later that he and Steph had both left and spent the afternoon together talking about me. After work, I went to a nearby burrito place for dinner. Afterwards, I picked up a half-pint of whiskey and drove to an overlook in the hills above the city that was popular on weekends, but which was deserted when I arrived. I sipped the bourbon, feeling the alcohol's soothing tendrils move through me dreamily like sea plants in a tide. At 7:15, I decided to make my way towards James's house. I wanted to be there well before the appointed time. I wanted there to be no chance of having to rush or - God forbid - of being late. I drove carefully, mindful that there was at least some small chance of catching the notice of an overzealous cop with time on his hands. I parked outside James's house at 7:40. Lights were on in a large front room. A moving shadow darkened the curtains. The Master's shadow, I thought. I walked to the front door as the second hand swept up to the eight o'clock hour. I hoped my punctuality would be noticed. I rang the doorbell, and in a few moments the door swung open. "Jack. Right on time. excellent". James said, standing there looking quite art ease. He wore a rust-colored long-sleeved shirt over off-white linen pants. He looked like he might be taking a break from a GQ photo shoot. "Thank you, James. Thanks for asking me over." I said, feeling how strange this prosaic formality sounded in light of the evening's purpose. I followed him into the front room which was about 20 feet by 15 with tasteful (and expensive looking!) furniture. "Drink, Jack?" James inquired as he walked to a discreetly recessed shelf. There were eight or ten bottles of liquor there and ice. "I'd love one", I said. I remained standing. I would take nothing for granted. Simply standing there gave me something of a thrill. Until told otherwise, I would be completely passive and allow James to direct me. "Sit down over there, Jack." James said indicating an leather armchair. "Yes, sir." I said, and immediately went to the chair. I sat down on the edge, hands folded in my lap. "Good!" James rejoined with approval in his voice. He came forward and handed me the manhattan. "Maybe not as good as Cal's, but he's a pro." James said casually. "I'm sure he's got nothing on you in any department, James." I said, feeling a bit foolish at this bit of hyperbole. "I like the way you think." James said, seating himself opposite me. "I feel that way too, sir." I said, excited to hear the word "sir" come so easily to my lips. "I know you do, Jack", James said, sipping his drink. "And I like that about you, too. But let me ask you something. Did I invite you to call me "sir"? I sat there speechless. Clearly I had taken a liberty that I should not have. "Jack! I asked you a question. Well? "No, James. I'm sorry. It was wrong of me." I could feel emotion creep inexorably into my voice. "And I was so hoping to do well this evening. Please forgive me, James. Won't you?" "Drink your drink and take the glasses to the kitchen", James instructed, handing me his empty glass and indicating the direction I was to go in. I immediately rose and quickly left the room. When I returned, James was standing in the center of the room with his arms crossed and a stern look in his eyes. "Follow me", he said, and I moved behind him down a long hall, silently berating myself for being such an ass. At the end of the carpeted hall, a door opened into q sparcely appointed room. Prominent in the center of the room was an ornate wood chair. It had a latticed back and a carved floral design along the top. The seat was sumptuously upholstered with gold and maroon fabric. James walked to the chair and seated himself. There were no other chairs. "Remove your clothes, Jack," he said matter-of-factly. I stood halfway between the door and James. My fingers trembling, I began to loosen my tie. "Come over here. Stand before me," was the next directive. I hurried to the spot he indicated. Holding my tie in one hand, I clumsily began to unbutton my shirt. "Isn't that a bit awkward, boy?" James asked, laughing at my strict compliance to his words. He had not, you see, given instruction on what I was to do with the clothes, once removed. "Yes, sir. A little. But I can manage," I said smiling warmly at him, feeling I'd be delighted to undress for him standing on one foot. "Let me make it easier for you," James said. "Though I am enjoying watching you. Usually you have to pay to see a comedy act." "I'm glad to make you laugh, sir," I said with sincerity. "Look, Jack. When you take off something, fold it neatly and place it beside you. When you're done, I want to see a tidy little stack of your clothing there. I'll be inspecting it," he said, a tone of severity now in his voice. "Thank you for helping me, sir," I said,folding my shirt and tie carefully, and laying them by my feet. Next I removed my shoes and socks. As I did, James looked on, his legs apart and his arms draped lazily along the arms of the chair. As I continued, I chanced quick looks at the sweet curve James's cock made against his pants. I began stuffing my socks into my shoes, but caught my self in time. I took each sock and folded it, then placed them atop my shoes. "Good boy, Jack," James said, and my heart warmed to his encouraging words. Good boy. Yes, I wanted to be a good boy for this man. I was soon down to my briefs. My cock was as hard as stone as I removed each article. "Off with those shorts, boy," James instructed. Standing before him, I lowered my briefs, pulling the band forward to accommodate my modest but very stiff erection. "I want you to wear those over your head, Jack. Pull it over your head, and look at me through one of the leg holes." This command caught me by surprise, yet what a pleasant one! I at once donned the underwear in this unconventional style and arranged them so that I could look at James as he had instructed. "How does that feel, boy?" James asked, barely repressing a chortle. "Would you like to see yourself? You're quite a sight!" "Yes, sir, I would," I replied with real enthusiasm. "Fetch the hand mirror from the table and bring it back to your place here. Be quick about it." I scampered across the carpet to a small side table against the wall. Among other things, there was a hand mirror. As I picked it up and was about to return James said, "There is a set of kneepads there. Bring them as well." I quickly returned with the mirror and the kneepads. "Put the mirror on the carpet face down, boy, " James said, and my response was joyfully instantaneous. The master was controlling my every move. 'Now," James continued, "the kneepads. Those are for your comfort, something I haven't much interest in, but it seemed like a humane gesture. Plus, I think they'll look rather fetching on you. A symbol of your position, so to speak," he said. The pads were a comfortable foam with an elastic "waist". I slipped them on and awaited further instructions. "In this house, Jack, this is your uniform. You're responsible for it." "Yes, sir." ""In this room, whether I'm present or not, you will be on your knees. Understood?" "Yes, sir! Absolutely." "So why are you standing, fool!" I immediately dropped to my knees and looked up at Master James. It felt so good, so right kneeling before him. I gazed gratefully through the leg hole. "Pick up the mirror. Look at yourself." I did as he said. "This is to get across to you that I don't give two cents for what's in your head, what your preferences are or your needs. Your mind might as well be your ass for all that you'll be needing it here. Your only task is to obey. Is that clear, asshead?" James said, his voice rising as he leaned forward in his chair. "Very much so, sir!" "How do you like your new name, boy?" "Name, sir?" I queried, feeling lost and somewhat nervous. What did Master James want of me? "What did I just call you?" "Oh! Asshead. Sorry, sir. Yes, of course, "asshead," I replied with great relief. "So, how do you do, asshead?" James said in a mock formal tone. "Very well, sir. Thank you." "Did I get your name right, my friend? Tell me what it is so that I can be sure I'm pronouncing it correctly." "Yes, sir. My name is asshead, sir. I'm very pleased to meet you." "How will it be to see me at work now that we have this special relationship, Jackie- boy?" James said, knowing full well that my whole life would now be changed, not simply work. Still, thinking of being around the master where once we were on something like equal footing excited me. "When I see you at work, sir, I will imagine being here in this room at your feet, feeling so happy." "You are happy, Jack?" "I've never been happier, sir," I said with feeling. "Now that we know what your head is good for in this room, namely a place to hang your underwear, let's consider that little penis of yours. Okay?" I looked down at my erect penis. It was about as big as it would ever be. Five inches, at most. "It's small, sir,", I said. "Small?" James said suppressing a grin. "I'll say it is. You got dealt a bad hand, boy. Who are you going to satisfy with that pencil dick?" With that, James let out with a good hearty laugh. "Shit. Most of the women I know would give you your walking papers, little boy." "I wish it were bigger. I love seeing a big penis, sir. It fascinates me," I said, hoping I had not spoken out of turn. "Would you like to see a nice big cock right now, Jack?" James asked, rubbing the bulge in his pants. "I would be honored!" I said, licking my lips. Could it be true? Would I soon be gazing upon James's beautiful, black cock? I remembered it so well from the night I spied through his bedroom window. The finely veined shaft, the bulbous helmet. Jesus. Would I be face-to-face with this lovely appendage? James stood and came towards me. He stopped a few inches away. His crotch was directly in my face. I felt light-headed with joy and anticipation. "Unzip my trousers, boy," James commanded. "And be careful. You will always be gentle and respectful with my genitals. Understood?" "I do understand, sir. I will be so careful, so very careful and loving toward you there." "That's my boy. I knew you would. Well, let's go. Unzip, and do it slowly." I reached with a quivering index finger and thumb, and caught hold of the zipper tab of James's pants. I pulled on it softly, and a wave of sexual pleasure swept through me at the staccato click of the zipper's teeth as I pulled it all the way down. "Put your nose against the cloth of my shorts, Jack. Feel the warmth of my cock against your nose." Oh, yes. I was a hungry little piggy, wasn't I? I worked my nose through the fly of his pants and breathed in his odor. To the extent that I could make contact, I stroked his warm shaft, semi-erect now, with my nose tip. I was in heaven. "Now for the tricky part, Jack," James said. "Bring my cock out without snagging it or hurting it in any way. Otherwise we'll have to postpone this for a while. I'm not sure how long," he said, and the import of this struck deep. I would be punished if I goofed this up. I reached gingerly past his fly and began to draw back the fly of his boxers. I created an opening that I felt would be sufficient for a comfortable removal of the cock from the pants. Holding my breath, and with excited anticipation, I felt my hand surround the warm pulsing flesh of the cock. I lifted it gently with one hand while holding the front of James's pants out away from it to minimize the chance of contact. As I slowly lifted, more of the thick shaft became visible. Where would it end, I thought nervously. When would I see the smooth head? But then there it was! Pulling the pants down and away, I succeeded in bringing the head free of the cloth, and the entire penis now swung freely before me. I waited for James's evaluation of how I'd done. He stood there for more than a minute, his penis growing under my gaze. It was so wonderful to watch it grow! So proud. A cock any woman - or boy! - could easily fall in love with. "Jack," James said , meet your best friend. He likes the way you handled him. Congratulations!" "Oh, thank you, sir!" I said with true emotion. "Thank you, sir, and thanks to your penis too, sir. It's so beautiful!" "Im glad you feel that way, boy," James said as his lovely prick gained it's full erect and swelled stature. God, it was awesome. I knelt there spellbound. "You did well, boy. For that, you get to give your friend here a kiss. Where will you place that kiss, Jack?" "Looking at the bobbing magnificence of James's tool, I declared, "I'd like to give it a kiss right at the tip of its head, if I may, sir." "Did you ever see the film Casablanca, Jack?" "I did. A couple of times, sir," I said. To me it was a one of the great romances. "What was final line of the film?" "Oh! I remember!" I said, pleased to have remembered. "It was when the Bogart character and the Claude Raines character are walking back to the club. Bogart says to him: 'This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." "Yes, Jack. Now show me how you make friends." I brought my lips fully onto the warm soft head of James's cock, and I kissed it the way a child might kiss its teddy bear before falling asleep. "Get dressed, Jack. Go home. I have some things to do. We'll get together again before too long. Okay? "Very okay, sir!" I said, stealing one more glance at the sweet cock whose taste I could now feel in my mouth. My Revelation Ch. 06 That night. I was dismissed while James turned away from me replacing his belt. "Your quarters are behind that screen,asshead." James said as he left the room. "You are to come to my room at nine o'clock in the morning. Dressed as you are now." With that, the master exited, and I made my way to the corner of the room he had indicated. Behind the screen lay a thin, worn pad. It might have been an old futon, but it wasn't long enough to be one. It took awhile to find a position where I wasn't pressing on one of my welts. My skin still burned from the thrashing. Still, as I inspected the red stripes, the ones that I could see, I felt a warmth sweep over me. "These are mementos of the master," I thought. "These were done by his hand. The same hand that holds his beautiful cock when he stands over a toilet. The same hand that he used to slap my old girlfriend Stephanie's ass while he vigorously entered her pussy." How it had thrilled me to spy upon them that time! Beside the mat, there was a thin, grey blanket and a bowl of water. The fear I had felt during the whipping had made my mouth dry. I began to lift the bowl to my lips, but I stopped. I replaced the bowl on the floor, got down on all fours, and gratefully lapped up the cooling water. I curled up on my mat, drew the blanket about me, and fell into a peaceful sleep. I awoke before sunrise and peeked out from behind the screen. I could hardly believe that the previous night's proceedings had actually happened. Master James's chair stood in the center of the room. The sound of early-morning traffic whispered through the windows. It seemed I had lots of time before the appointed hour. I wished that at least one of the articles from my shrine at home could be there. I felt forlorn, and the time dragged slowly forward. At five till nine, I ventured, naked, through the door. I had no idea where the master's room was. The house was carpeted, and I tread noiselessly past two doors that were firmly shut. I began to feel anxious, dreading being late. I so hoped that the morning could be one of forgiveness and conciliation. Finally, I came to a door that was slightly ajar. I waited outside, holding my breath. "You can enter,Jack." I heard the master say. I opened the door and stood in the threshold. James lay in his bed, propped up by pillows. He was wearing satiny maroon pajamas, and there was a newspaper lying beside him. "Good morning, Jack. Did you sleep well?" master queried. "Yes, sir. I surely did." I said, feeling a smile creep over my face; a smile of deep satisfaction at having spent a night under my master's roof. "Come around over here, Jack. Let's take a look." James said, indicating his bedside. I began to walk over, then hesitated, wondering if I should be crawling. James chuckled. "Walking will do, Jack. You'll have plenty of opportunities to crawl. Trust me." "I love being on all fours in your presence, James." I ventured. "So it would seem! It comes quite naturally to you, boy." James said, offering a smile that made my knees quiver with devotion. His teeth were white and strong, gleaming in his handsome brown face. "Now." said James. "Come here and we'll tend to you." I walked swiftly over to where he'd pointed. James swung round, placing his feet on the carpet. "Turn around." he ordered. I felt proud as I displayed the marks of my punishment." "Hmmmm." James pondered as he pivoted me one way, then the other. "The skin is broken in a couple of places. That will need some antibiotic ointment. Maybe a bandage. Get the first aid kit from the closet, Jack." Returning with the kit, I placed it on the bed beside James, and he opened it. "You took your strapping well, Jack." "Thank you, sir!" I replied, elated. "Tell me what you thought about being whipped by me." James said. "Oh, sir! I was frightened, really. You were so stern and fierce. I was hoping you wouldn't send me away and be angry with me forever!" I said, my voice quavering. "Well, truth is I was angry." James said. "Not so much at you as at all the white fools out there who oppress black folks. That's where the anger comes from. Having someone like you around helps me settle the score in a small, personal way. I really do enjoy it!" "Oh! That's so good to hear!" I exclaimed, spontaneously dropping to my knees before him. "God, it feels so good to be of use to you in this way!" James drew me to him, and I found myself, to my amazement, resting my face on the inside of his thigh. It was warm and I felt tears roll down my cheek, from whence they fell against his pajama leg, darkening the fabric. ""You're a good boy, Jack." James said in a soothing voice."You have a master now." "Thank you, master!" I said, suppressing my sobs as best I could. "Thank you, master James." Once I'd composed myself, I stood with my back to James and he continued to assess my wounds. "Jack, I'll bet you might like to take a close look at what I did to you before I cover any of it. Would you?" "Yes, sir. i would." I replied without hesitation. "there's a full-length mirror on the inside of the closet door. Go on." I went to the closet and opened the door. Angling the door to catch the room light at its best I looked over my shoulder to see the marks of my submission. "Wow!" was all I could say at first. I said it again and again as I jockeyed myself for the best view. "You're a black man's nigger, Jack. Congratulations!" James said, giving a chuckle that had a slightly acerbic edge. "And a proud one, too, sir!" I said, my eyes riveted to the numerous welts that latticed my white ass. "Okay, come back here. I got some doctoring to do." James said, and I hurried over. James was attentive and painstaking in dressing my wounds. Bandages were applied to where the skin had ruptured. They felt much better with the soothing ointment and the protection of the bandages. "Now." James said, looking at me with a serious countenance. "You know what can happen to you. I don't even need a reason. Understood?" "Yes, of course, sir." i said with enthusiasm. "You might just feel like giving a white boy a good tanning, and I would come running to receive it. Right, master?" "That's right, Jacko." the master affirmed. "But sometimes there are rewards as well. For instance, you took your strapping well, as I told you. You might just get a reward for that. In fact, I'm sure of it." James stood at his bedside and removed his pajama top. "Kneel, boy." he said, and I instinctively fell to my knees. James's torso was sleek and trim; not so much muscular as beautifully toned. He tossed the top to me. "Fold." he directed. I busied myself with this task as my mind and loins swam in the warm waters of exquisite expectation of what would befall me. James moved to an easy chair by the window; the same window, I realized with a start, that I had hungrily peered through while James mounted and humped Stephanie in magnificent style. Oh, the memories! Once at the window, which was curtained with gauzy fabric through which the light filtered, he turned to face me. "Come." he commanded, and I crawled speedily to his feet. "Jack, sometimes a reward can take the form of attending to my penis. It enjoys the attentions of a boy like yourself, and its standards are quite high. Are you ready to meet them?" "Ready, sir!!" I croaked, my voice constricted with lust. Jesus, i thought, did I just go to heaven? "But before you introduce yourself to it, Jack, you have to pass through a portal ,so to speak. you must demonstrate your dedication and your respect. For me and my penis." "Please, master. Please let me show you!" With this, James let his pajama bottoms slip to the floor. I nearly cried out. Such beauty! Such indescribable majesty. The cock swayed before him. This was a man, I thought. A real man. A man I could call master. James tossed the bottoms to me and I folded them. I placed them on my back and transported them to the bed where its counterpart lay, then scurried back on hands and knees. "Soon, Jack, you will take this cock into your mouth and make love to it. Consider the different ways you can please it. You will eat my seed and know that it is sacred fluid. If you meet my expectations, there will come a time when you will regularly offer me your mouth as a pussy, and I will fuck it. And each time I fuck you in this way, you will receive my sperm. You will eat it. Over time, if you perform well, you will swallow gallons of it. Sometimes I will deposit it on your white dog face. Other times I will shoot it up your pig nose. Understood?" I was utterly speechless. My mouth hung open, and my erect cock danced a wild jig. James turned and rested his arms against the back of the upholstered chair. this left him bent slightly forward. Before me was the master's ass. "You know, Jack. In the days of slavery, white men would whip the black slaves asses. They'd whip them raw. But this black ass, Jack, is different. It doesn't get whipped. it will never be marked. It is on this Earth for weak, sniveling, white turds like yourself to worship. So.... get started boy! Show your master how much you respect his black ass." James spread his legs till he was comfortable, rested his arms and chin on the back of the chair, and presented his beautiful ass to my adoring gaze. I need to conduct myself with the greatest care, I thought to myself. This is a test. This is your entrance exam. This is one of the first real contacts with the master's body. And, my goodness, what a body. James had always struck a handsome figure dressed, but nude, he was a god. His body was smooth and hairless except for his underarms and a sweet, kinked pubic area that had me drooling. I wanted to bury my face in it and breathe in his man odor. But what confronted me now was also in a league of its own. His cheeks were not abundant, but there was softness to them. They jiggled some when James was getting settled. Below them, his thighs were strong and elegantly shaped. "Let's go, boy! Get your white-dog mouth working!" James commanded. Realizing that I had been lost in a reverie of adulation, I hurried on my knees the few feet until I was inches away from his ass. My heart pounding, I bent forward and pressed my lips to his left cheek. I chose a spot by the bottom curve so that I had to approach from beneath. This seemed appropriate to me! The master's ass cheek was soft and warm. Before I knew it, I had moved over to his right side and was administering another soft kiss to him there. Then, with an abandon I'd never known before, i was kissing James's ass all over, all the time praising it and him. "Oh! Sweet master's ass! I am so grateful to be on my knees before you. You are superior to all of me. I am not equal to my master's ass. It is above me." As I proceeded to speak softly to James's buttocks, I fell to licking them. "With my worthless tongue, I show my respect. I wish only to please the master's ass." To my delight, James gave encouraging words. "That's the ticket, my little white dog. Lick master's ass well. You will be rewarded." I did just that, of course, licking kissing, sucking the cheeks. James reached back and petted my head, as he would a dog who had performed well. With his hand still behind, he drew his right cheek away from the crevice, and I caught my first glimpse of his anus. It was darker than the skin around it. He released it at once, but my lips and nose were on the scent. I had seen the very essence of the master, the essence of his dominance over me. "Like what you saw, boy?" James asked. Judging by my excited breathing, he must have known he had me hooked. Perhaps the question was a mocking one. I hoped so! "I'm a little shy about going further, master." I said. And I was. It seemed like such a sign of a loser to suck another man's asshole! I mean, I wanted to so badly. I wanted to please him there. I wanted to hear satisfied sounds come from him as I attended to his hole. But there was my natural shyness to contend with. Maybe what I really wanted was to be seen as his whore and to be sweet-talked. "Take your time, Jack. It's something new. I know. But you do want it, don't you?" "Oh, yes, James! Yes! I want to taste your asshole so much. Please forgive my hesitation. it's just that this seems like giving up all self-respect. I mean all of it." I said. "That's exactly what it is, Jack. But it's your decision. We could end this right now." With those words, I worked my nose between master's cheeks until the tip of it rested on the warm, tight coil of his fragrant anus. i breathed deeply and knew, without question, that there was no going back. I rubbed my nose enthusiastically over the warm pucker. I pressed my nostrils right up against it and breathed deeply. I was home. I timidly licked the outer rim, feeling the subtle corrugations of the skin there. Then, slowly, I began to explore the inside. Mmmmmm. How far could I get my tongue up there? We would surely find out this very day! My Revelation Ch. 07 With my face blissfully flanked by Master's ass cheeks, and Master giving directions, I began to learn how to please him in this way. The base of my tongue was a bit sore, as I had at first given my all to show James just how dearly I wished to satisfy him. Now, with James's guidance, I was learning the subtleties of ass-cleaning the way that he preferred it. He was especially intent on having the interior grooves well-cleaned. It was time-consuming, since I needed to carefully move from one groove to the next methodically and, God forbid, not miss a single square millimeter as I proceeded. Master was unwavering about this. "I want my asshole so clean, you could eat off it, Jack." James said, and I at once got the joke. "Didn't know I had a sense of humor, did you, boy?" he said laughing. "let's take a little break. What do you say?" "whatever pleases you, Master." I said, though I was disappointed to be separated from his anus. "Sit back and just look." James said. With that, he lowered his torso further so that his asshole was entirely visible to me. It was like seeing a king upon his throne. The dark corona surrounding the hole was beautiful, feathering up to wispy tendrils above. It was like seeing the most mouth-watering Rorschach test imaginable! As I gazed upon the Master's orifice, I began to say the prayer that I had composed for use in my home shrine. When I'd finished, Master responded. "That was very nice, Jack. Very complimentary. I liked it .You must compose more such things. What do you call it? A poem? An ode?" "It's a prayer, Master James." I said, feeling embarrassed. "Oh! Most people offer prayers to God, don't they?" James continued. "I have a new God, Master." I said, feeling emotion rise in my breast. "I worship only my Master now." "Well, boy. It would seem I am your God then. Is that so?" "You are my world. My universe." I said, all the time fixing my gaze on the Master's anus. "You are God the Father, your phallus, spreading the seeds of ministry to the faithful, is God the Son, and your anus is God the Holy Spirit, emitting the fecund earth matter from which all things prosper. Yes, Master James. You are God to me. Thank you, sir." "Well done, boy!" James exclaimed, clearly pleased with my progress. "You are becoming just what I need in a white boy. Excellent!" The Master continued. "Are you looking at my asshole, Jack? It wants to tell you something." "Of course, Master. I could not possibly look elsewhere." I said. "Watch." James instructed. As I looked lovingly at the magnificent godhead, Master's sphincter muscles contracted. "He's winking his approval to you, boy. Don't you think you might show some appreciation?" With the musty odor of the Master's ass wafting from my mouth and lips into my nostrils, I placed my hands together and uttered these words: "Spirit-Master,I do not deserve this sign you have bestowed upon me. Through the greater Master's body and mind, you have "spoken" a message I will carry to my grave. I shall never forget this moment." "Observe again, white boy." James said. Again, the Sacred Anus "winked" its blessings upon me. I had never felt so grateful and secure since, when a small child, I had been reunited with my mother in a busy department store when we had been separated in a crowd. The same feeling that washed over me as I rushed into mother's arms that day revisited me tenfold at this wondrous communion with Master and Master's anus. I was as happy as I could possibly be. For the remainder of the afternoon, I practiced the sequences of kissing and tonguing that Master favored. Master showed remarkable creativity in the schemas he devised. In only a few hours, I had committed two fairly elaborate sequences to memory. Each began with a kind of service wherein I professed my adoration of the Master as he is expressed in the Trinity I have described here. This perfectly sets the tone for the actual worshipping. As I was to learn later, one of the routines was for when Master awoke in the morning. The other was for evening time, after returning from work. I was not able to execute either of these flawlessly at first, and I was corrected for this. Master thought it unwise to administer another ass-whipping as my wounds were still fresh. He did, however, stop the proceedings from time to time to point out an error - more often than not, a matter of a lack of finesse. At these moments he would turn to me and I fell under the intoxicating spell of the "Son", the proud phallus, ( I could not believe what I was seeing. I felt like an insignificant speck of dust in its presence.). As Master explained my error, I struggled to focus. The large, pulsing cock commanded so much of my attention. It was like a phallic black hole, drawing me hypnotically into its power. A slap across the face from James mended this in a flash. There was the crack, the blood rising in my cheek, the ringing in my ears. "Listen up, you little asshole! I'm talking about something important here!" James said in an admonitory tone that both scared and thrilled me. " I'm not going to have you slobbering on me in such an amateurish way. Your stinking saliva has defiled my scrotum. I won't have it!The learning curve is steep, little man, and I expect you to stay with the program. Understood!?" I was stunned by all of this and remained speechless for a moment. Again, the Master's hand came flush against my face with speed and fury. "Answer me, turd!" James demanded. "Understood, Master! Yes! Understood!" I blurted out. "Please help me to do better. I'm so very sorry. I'm such a fuck-up. Please, Master, help me. Please don't send me away!" I brought my head to the carpet shaking with anxiety. Was all lost? How could I be so careless. What a loser! What a fucking loser! My Revelation Ch. 08 That night, after I was angrily dismissed from Master's room, I sobbed my way down the hall to my quarters. I cursed myself as I lay upon my beaten-down padding, hugging the thin blanket to me. I would have sold my front teeth for a bottle of booze. As I lay there thinking, I began to take at least some hope in that Master hadn't thrown me out of the house. That had to mean something. But what? I knew my commitment was strong, and that gave me the energy to feel hopeful. I would suffer any humiliation for James. He needed only to ask. Go to a football game wearing makeup and a frilly dress? Yes, Master! Turn to an old lady on a bus and tell her how much I loved licking my Black Master's asshole every morning? I would be heading for the nearest bus stop. If ever Master forgave me for my behavior, I might dare to mention some of these ideas. But for that moment, all I could do was wait. I eventually fell asleep, and was wakened by a sound outside the door. I looked about for my clothes, but they were nowhere in sight. I wrapped myself in the blanket and cracked open the door.There was a plate of food on the floor. From somewhere in the house, I heard a woman's voice and the sound of dishes being put away. My God! It was Steph! Had she brought the food? Did she know I was here? Of course she did. I heard James's voice then, and laughter. I grabbed the food and quietly closed the door. The meal consisted of scrambled eggs, bacon, and potatoes. There were no utensils. The food did me good. I helped settle my mind a bit. I sat cross-legged on the mat and licked my fingers. Stephanie's presence was something I had not expected, and I wondered, not without fear, what would come of it. How much would she learn of my situation with James? She was, after all, his girlfriend. The notion that she had once been mine seemed absolutely ludicrous in light of my recent transformation into a Negro-worshipping dog. Yes, inspired by my awe of James, I had become a lowlife dog whose greatest ambition was to go still lower. Verbalizing this in my mind brought a smile to my lips. Oddly enough, I now had an ambition in life, something to strive for. This was quite new to me. Being molded into whatever James cared to make of me was exciting. He had full rein. Whatever command came from his lips, I would immediately fulfill it. I had no preferences. I wanted only to obey the words of Master. But for now, I was in hot water. In the middle of this reverie, there came a knock on the door. "Jack?" It was Master's voice! I went to the door, knelt, and turned the knob. James stood there, finely dressed and eating a donut. "Good morning, sir." I said, my voice barely audible, my eyes downcast. Master seemed surprisingly cheerful considering his wrath of the night before. "Top of the morning to you, Jack!" he declared. "Isn't that what you Irish folk say? In any case, it's a new day. How do you plan to spend it?" "I....I....well...." I stammered. "That wasn't a fair question, was it Jack?" James said licking a crumb from his lip. "You'll spend it listening to me and doing what I tell you, right?" A wave of love swept through me as I heard these words, this benediction. I looked up to Master with complete devotion. Master petted me on the head. "I want to make up for last night." I blurted out, feeling tears forming in my eyes. "I know that you will do just that, boy. I know. By the way, we have company, Jack." "Yes. Stephanie. I heard her voice." I said. Anxiety eroded the bliss of a moment before. "She's very excited about our goings-on, you know. We were just talking about you over breakfast. We'll go see her in a sec." James said. "Now, I'll be right back. Get your kneepads on in the meantime." In a minute, James returned. He handed me a pair of fingerless gloves, the kind people wear at a gym. "Put these on. You're going to be doing some crawling, little man." James said cheerfully. Dressed in just kneepads and gloves, I knelt before the Master. "Let's see." Master said, looking about the room. "Get that blanket, boy." I rushed over to my mat on my knees, grabbed the blanket, and rushed back. "That's my boy." James said approvingly. "Good boy." Now, you and I are going to make a grand entrance into the living room. Stephanie is waiting for us there. Are you excited?" "Yes, Master, but also a bit nervous." That's natural, Jack. But you'll see. We'll all get along just fine. Okay, get down on all fours, Jack." Master ordered. Once in position, Master folded the blanked several times and placed it on my back. "This will have to do as a saddle for now, Jack." My heart leapt! I was to be Master's beast of burden! I would proudly bear the Master on my back! James straddled me and then slowly lowered his weight. "We'll get some genuine equipment, eventually, Jack. Bridle, maybe a child's saddle. But a real one." "I'm so proud to have you ride me, Master. To me, this old blanket is spun from gold." "Well, shall we?" Master queried, and I took a few tentative "steps". Master let his feet trail lightly on the floor as we moved down the hallway. "Jack, let's do this in style. When we get close to the living room, I want you to neigh like a horse. You can do that, can't you. You've seen a few westerns." I turned my head to look up at the Master, my eyes expressing, unequivocally, that I would neigh and whinny my heart out for this man. Approaching the door to the living room, my pulse quickened. I hadn't seen Stephanie outside of work since our breakup. Even though I was a mediocre lover and had refused to stand up to James when he had groped her in the copy room at work, there was a fragment of manhood somewhere in my marrow that was still clinging to some false credibility, and, so, appearing before Steph in this debased form challenged me. But, really, I thought, what's the point of this manhood business. I'd fucked it up entirely, proving to myself repeatedly that the pair of balls between my legs was a joke, a remarkable error of creation. I was a man in the most literal sense: I had the equipment. But my life was a train wreck - hiding from the world, losing myself in fantasy, getting wasted, and doing the same boring job day in and day out, afraid to look for something better. Yet, in that moment, crawling down the hallway, I suddenly felt so fortunate, blessed, really. I had made myself appealing to a strong, accomplished man; a man I had no trouble idealizing. He was everything I wasn't. Could I celebrate this great fortune even before Stephanie? My answer came in the full-throated horse sounds that issued from deep inside me. I quickened my pace, urged on by light prodding from Master's heels, and we entered the room. I threw back my head and whinnied again, then crawled slowly to a seemingly astonished Stephanie. She was sitting on the couch, her long, tanned legs stretched out before her. "My goodness! Jack, just look at you!" With that, Stephanie leaned forward, trying, without success, to control her laughter. All of my false pride melted under Steph's amused gaze. I was her boyfriend's horse. That is, when I wasn't busy being his dog. This was who I was, and having Steph as witness to it was devastating in the most wonderful way. I could see clearly that this was my place in life, that I had finally found it. I felt a deep sense of peace and humility. I also felt remarkably turned on. James's weight on my back was pure bliss. "I'd dismount, but this is just too much fun, Steph!" James said. "Oh, my. It seems your pony is aroused, James. Is that permitted?" I looked away as Stephanie bent forward to take a closer look. "Stiff as a board. Too bad you couldn't get it like that when we were fucking, Jack. Things might have turned out differently." I knew, of course, that that wasn't possible. Only a well-hung Black Master could get me this hard. And I had found him. "Say hello to your old friend, Jack." James encouraged, taking a place beside Steph on the couch. I looked up at Stephanie. She was taking it all in: the welts on my butt and legs, the accoutrements of a slave, i.e., kneepads and padded gloves. "I'm pleased to see you, Stephanie." I said, then looked down at the carpet. "A lot has happened since we spoke last, Jack. How is it going for you?" "I've changed. Yes, you're right, much has happened. I owe a great deal to James." I said. I felt my penis moving spasmodically as I said this. Somehow, owning up to my - now obvious - status as a total loser freed me from the internal struggle to appear to be something different. "Tell me more about the training." Steph said enthusiastically. "Oh, it's been very..." "She's asking me, little guy. Relax." James said, chuckling. I felt my face redden. Were they going to talk about me while I waited mutely on the floor? Well, why not? Who gives a fuck what I think? "There have been some rough spots." James replied. "Yes, I see!" Steph rejoined, no doubt eyeing the stripes on my ass. "He's getting it, though, at his own speed." Master said. "Deep down, Jack wants to be the best boy he can for me. I can sense that." A shiver of pleasure rushed through me as James reached forward and gave my rump a light slap. "He's a good piece of horseflesh, that Jackie-boy!" James said, and they laughed together. "Can I ride him?" Steph asked excitedly. "It looks like fun." "Sure. Do whatever you like with him. I'm going to shave. See you in a bit." James exited the room, and I was left hunched on hands and knees before Stephanie. "I know what I'll get. A riding crop! They look so cool." Steph said. "is it okay if I get one for you ma'am?" I said. "Well, yes. I'd like that, Jack." she said warmly. "That's sweet of you." "I'm sorry I was such an asshole when we were together, Steph." I said, feeling emotional. "You deserved better." "It's okay, Jack." Steph said, bending so that she could see my face. "It's not your fault. Not all men can be strong and capable. That's the sad truth. It seems that you're accepting that, and I'm glad for you." Tears fell silently to the carpet before me. A strange blend of humiliation and liberation took hold of me, and I looked up at Steph, tears now flowing freely. "James is my Master." I said. "Good for you, Jack. I mean, James is a guy who loves being the boss, the alpha male, the dominant baboon. It's obvious. You'd be surprised at how many girls at work have either fucked him or are dying to. It's amazing." "It makes sense to me." I said. "Such an incredible man! I've been fortunate to see him without clothes on. He's so casual with his beautiful body and that big dick. Wow. He's just so...confident and self-assured, I mean..." Steph laughed. "Hey, don't get over-excited, Jack. Now, how about that ride, boy?" "Yes! Please call me "boy", Steph. And is it okay if I call you ma'am? Please?" I felt the warmth of Steph's thighs on my flanks as she took up her position on my back. "A little less talking, little boy." Steph said, and I sensed with pleasure that she was stepping into her role. "Right." she said. "From now on it's "Yes, ma'am!" and "No, Ma'am!" from you. And I'll call you whatever I like. Got it?" "Yes, Ma'am!!" I happily replied. "The name 'asshead' seems to suit you. James gave you that name, didn't he?" "He did, Ma'am. And, yes, it does suit me so well! I'd be honored if you would call me that, too." "Okay, asshead. We're going for a long ride, so get moving." With that, Steph gave me a good crack on the ass with the flat of her hand. "Get that riding crop tomorrow." Steph directed. "Yes, Ma'am!" "Later today, you'll have to model your underwear on your head for me. I rolled on the floor when I heard about that!" Steph said delightedly. "Yes, Ma'am. Whatever you like, Ma'am." "I like the sound of that, boy. Now, giddup!! My Revelation Ch. 09-11 Chapter 9 I provided Stephanie with a vigorous jaunt (the pace of which was dictated by Steph's heels digging dangerously close to my groin), down the corridor opposite to the one in which I presently resided. She was whooping, and slapping my butt all the way, thoroughly enjoying being jostled on the dutiful back of a loser; her former boyfriend. "Listen up!" Steph snapped. "Get ready to take a right, boy." Steph guided me through the next door in that direction. My pads began to cross a tile floor. "Why, look who's here, boy. It's your Master." Steph said. I ventured to tilt my gaze slightly upward, and saw the Master's naked feet nestled in a thick small carpet. "Come here, boy." James said warmly. It seemed he really was happy to see me! The air was moist and heavy with the odor of man-feces. I hurried to where he was seated. After positioning myself by the toilet bowl, Master reached out to ruffle my hair and stroke my cheek. I blushed and stiffened severely in response to this. "This is my little private zone, Jack. People come in here by invitation only!" It was wonderful to be so close to the Master while he was engaged in such a private act. As I breathed in the earthy odor of James's shit, I let my face come to rest against Master's smooth, brown thigh. So warm! "I'm afraid you caught me in the middle of things, Jack." James said with a big mischievous grin. "Sorry about the smell. What do you think of it?" "Of the..... of the smell, sir?" I said. "Yes, Jack. Tell me how my shit smells." I don't think I had ever reddened so deeply as when this question was posed to me. I heard the door close. Stephanie had left. I was so afraid of saying what I felt. My head drooped lower and lower as I knelt there, and my heart pounded. "Speak up, boy!" "I love being here with you." I murmured. Then, feeling like the playful child in the beauty of the moment, I held my nose and gave a lusty: "Pee Yoo!! "That sounds like negative feedback." James pointed out in a curt tone. With that, I curled up at the front of the bowl where I groveled and gave his feet soft kisses. "I'm sorry, Master! It was just a little joke. Truly, smelling your feces is an honor." "so, the smell. It's, what.... okay?" "It's a lot more than 'okay', Master." I said. "It's a smell that lives happily in my grateful nostrils. They are its true home, Master." "Well, said!" James enthused. "It's pretty special to have a fan club for your shit, even if it's just one member." "Now as I was saying, I'm in the middle of things here, so I'll be able to arrange it so that you can have some quality, close-up time with a fresh pile of my shit. Sound good, boy!?" "You bet it does, sir." I said with great and genuine seriousness. "For now..." James began, but his words were stopped by a long, resounding fart. It tapered off into a series of increasingly briefer, then staccato issuances. Finally, it ended. I lowered my eyes at once, embarrassed for the Master. "Jack, that fart was for you. It is your clarion call. It speaks only to you. It is the cryptic voice of the Master, and you must heed it." I assured the Master that I would do my utmost to fathom its utterances. "Now, Jack, we're not going to do anything that could compromise your health. But It's important for you to at least meditate upon my shit, and, as a ritual expression of the strength of your submission, to adorn your face with it." James went on as the cloud of Master's gas spread through the room. Master rose up from the toilet and towered above me. The lovely cock which had been out of sight inside the bowl, sprang and bobbed majestically, its single, fleshy eye gazing blindly from the middle of the plump helmet. "Okay. Come closer and pay attention, boy." James instructed. With that the Master tore off a section of paper towel which he then placed on the floor in front of the sink. I came closer, timidly. The Master squatted above the toweling with his back to me. "Observe, Jack. Get down there and get a good look." James ordered. I got my face flush with the floor and looked up into my Master's asshole. How sweet to see it again! It was a little bit sullied by the recent activity there, but it was still, clearly, the same powerful, sexy, indeed, handsome asshole I remembered. Master made some sounds of effort, and soon the beginnings of a soft, coffee-colored turd made its proud entrance. Master's sphincter widened to allow for the girth of the new arrival. The turd moved steadily, silently, downward. Then - it was a bit of a shock - it broke off cleanly, and fell with a little thud to the toweling. Master wiped and dropped the clump of toilet paper next to the turd. "I'm going to leave you two alone for awhile." James said as he flushed and then washed his hands. "Be creative, boy! Show me how you celebrate your Master. Did you ever have your face painted at a child's party, boy?" "Yes I did, sir.. It was fun." I said. "There are Q-Tips above the sink. We'll be waiting in my bedroom. Show me what you can do, Jack. Make me proud!" the Master encouraged. The door clicked softly behind him. Chapter 10 When I emerged from the bathroom some fifteen minutes later, I was wearing a light coating of the Master's shit on my face. I'd studied my work in the mirror with fascination and pride. I had opted for a finger-width stripe going from my hairline to my chin, and a circle on each cheek. I was content with the job, and hoped, nervously, that the Master would be pleased, and that Steph would't mock me too badly. I proceeded down the hallway, walking on my knees. The door to the bedroom was open, and I entered. I came to the foot of the bed. Master and Steph were stretched out on top. They were naked. James was on his back resting his head on Steph's thighs. Stephanie was studiously attending to Master's erection. Its head showed the glistening telltale signs of precum. Steph began to slowly anoint the bulbous head with the clear fluid, spreading it with the tip of her index finger. I marveled at how James's helmet swelled as a result of this! It was awesome to see its smooth, taut surface shining by the lamplight. "Stay down there, Jack. Be careful not to get any of that on the bedding. If you do, I think you know the consequences, boy." James said. Steph glanced at me suppressing a giggle. "Actually, I'd kind of like to see you beat him up a bit. Could be fun." she laughed. "I'll be very careful, Master!" I said. "That's a good boy, Jack. Oh, and, by the way, nice job on your face-painting! Very good.Can you smell it, Jack?" "Yes, sir. I can smell it just fine, thank you!" Master looked at me. "Today, Jack, you will learn a few things about my penis - what it likes, how to handle it respectfully, etc. I think it's a nice cock, how about you, boy?" "For me, Master, it is Lord of the universe." I said with gravity. As I spoke, Steph tightened her grip on the shaft, and the beautiful head swelled to its grandest proportions. I nearly gasped! "See that, little boy?" Steph taunted. "I'll bet you used to dream of this cock when we were together. Didn't you?" "Yes, Ma'am." I said sheepishly. I felt color rising in my cheeks. ""Oh, did I embarrass you, little man? I'm so sorry." Steph said, continuing to caress the shaft with her fingertips. " A regular cocksucker, aren't you, Jack?" I looked away. The answer was obvious. "Answer her, boy!"James said sternly, rising up onto his elbow. "Yes, Ma'am! A cocksucking faggot loser, Ma'am! That's me!" I said, feeling another barrier fall on my path to complete degradation. "With another man's shit on his face." Steph said contemptuously. "That's about as low as you can go, I'd say." Steph had now coated the Master's thick cock with saliva, and she was sensuously jerking him with two hands. Even with both hands applied to the task, there was still a good inch or two of shaft uncovered. As I watched, James was watching me. He smiled. "Patience, sonny boy! You'll get to do all that in time. For now, make sure you pay attention!" James said. I had a sudden urge to rush onto the bed and hug the beautiful phallus, stroke its warm head against my cheek, shower it with soft kisses from the ball-sack to the oozing tip. I watched. "Stephanie is going to bring me to completion with her hands." James said. "Come to the side o the bed so you can get a closer look, boy. Just be careful with that shit." Naturally, i was at the appointed spot in a flash. Master was closest to me, Steph on the further side of the bed. "Whew!" Master exclaimed. "This could be quite a show, Jackie boy! I haven't shot a load in days.Damn, my balls are heavy! " James looked at Steph's hands for awhile, then looked over at me. "You hungry, boy?" "I want to eat every bit of it that comes out, sir." I said, feeling deep arousal as I voiced this desire. Fat chance, I thought, with Stephanie there. "Well, not today, my boy." James said. "Tell you what. If you pay close attention today, and show me tomorrow that you're serious about learning, then I'll unload on your face. Deal?" James asked, smiling warmly at me. "Deal, Master!" I crowed, happy as I could be. Wow! I thought, tomorrow, if all went well, the Master's hot, fresh sperm would be rolling down my face, and hanging from my nose and chin! Mmmmm! As I contemplated this delicious scenario, I came dangerously close to cumming. Fortunately, I caught it in time. "For now, Jackie, keep a close eye on Ms Stephanie. She has much to teach you, and she is a tough taskmaster." "Yes, sir!" I said, happily. Kneeling beside the bed, my head was just above the level of the mattress. I had a wonderful view of Master's sweet cock rising its full eight inches before me in profile. Master tucked a pillow under his elbow and took in the proceedings with a look of approval. Stephanie, in addition to her stroking, was now licking the helmet of Master's cock. The incredible organ was at its fullest stature, purplish in the head, and now issuing a stream of precum down the underside of the shaft. Stephanie bent to the task of licking that clean, meanwhile giving me a teasing, coquettish look, as if to say 'none for you, little loser'. The Master's breathing was slowly deepening, and I watched mesmerized as the muscles in his abdomen and legs began to tighten, then relax in a sensual rhythm. A moan issued from deep in his chest, and he looked over to me. I was staring wide-eyed at the spectacle, my focus glued to the happy, excited cock. What a time it seemed to be having! "Are you ready for the grand finale, shit-head?" Master said, and I gleefully responded: " Yes, Master! Yes! Oh, it's so beautiful! It is the proud penis of a god; a god of great power. I am so honored to be here, sir!" I said, clinging to the side of the mattress, my fingers digging into the sheets. Master let his head fall backwards, and he gave a groan of sheer pleasure. "Fuck, yeah!" James said,running his tongue over his lips. The first discharge was massive. It flew straight up, end over end, landing in a pool on Master's thigh. His belly, muscled under the smooth, taut skin, convulsed as the orgasm continued. Repeated spasms threw sperm into the air. I watched hungrily as the sweet seed looped from the straining cockhead. After these initial exertions, the cock gradually settled into a pattern of slowly ratcheting downwards from its upright stance and continuing to ooze and spill semen, dripping more, now, onto Master's thigh. "Whew! Another classic hand-job from the talented Ms Stephanie. Thanks, baby." James said. The cock was now lying flat across his thigh, and I had the marvelous impression that it was looking at me, sizing me up. Will you be good enough for me, loser faggot?, it seemed to say. I'm not sure you're worthy of me, but, we'll see. I smiled at the sweet cock: I'll be so kind and loving to you, mister cock. You'll see! "Now, Jack, it's time for clean-up. Very important! Watch." Master instructed. First, Stephanie set to the task of licking and sucking up the several large deposits of semen on Master's belly and chest. There was also a sizable pool that had run down into his pubic thatch. Damn! That would have been my first choice. Sucking the cum out of Master James's pubes! Yum! The smells in the room were intoxicating. Beneath the smell of semen, there was the earthy funk that the penis itself was putting off in its excitement, and the smell of sweat. This, filtered through the smell of the dried feces on my face, practically made me swoon. As I continued to watch Steph, I could see that this was the equivalent of detailing a car. Clearly, James insisted on being completely clean, and just by the use of Steph's tongue and lips. No small feat! Finishing up by licking the penis clean, and ensuring that all cum had been squeezed from the cock-lips, Stephanie sat back and admired her work. She turned to me. "Think you're up to it, Jack? Eh, boy? Are you ready?" Steph taunted lightly. "He'll be fine." James said assuringly as he reached over to pat me on the head. "How'd you like the show, little guy?" James said, and the pride was unmistakable in his voice. "Gee, Master James. I don't know what to say! It was magnificent. I guess that sums it up. It was so cool, sir. And powerful! Wow!" James laughed at my excitement. "Tomorrow, boy. Tomorrow is your day. Tonight, sleep with my shit on your face, Jack. It's important you sleep with it. You can wash tomorrow. Till then!" With that, Master directed me out of the room, and I made my way back to my quarters. Chapter 11 The next day, I was not summoned from my room until three in the afternoon. I had been up since 6AM, waiting intently for a knock on the door. Imagine the anguish and the deep craving I experienced in those long hours. When the knock did come, I was kneeling right by the door, and opened it at once. There stood Master James. James was wearing white sweats, clearly without anything underneath them! On top, a tank-style undershirt. Master entered and sat on the ornate chair. "I'm thinking I should ride to my room on your sorry-ass back . I mean, I now know just what a sad sack-of-shit you really are, Jack. A shit-sniffer! You think I didn't see that, little man?" James said teasingly. "That door doesn't close all the way sometimes. It was easy for me to watch. And what a show! ' Yeah. let's see., now....... You got on your knees before my turd and looked shy for a minute or two. Then you said a few words to it. I couldn't hear. You did smile at it when you'd finished. It felt like a very tender moment. After another minute or two, you reached out and touched it with your finger. Then, you brought your finger to your nose. You inhaled lightly, as if you were smelling a rose, and you had kind of a look of wonder on your face. Is this coming back to you, Jack?" "Absolutely, Master. I didn't realize you were watching me. I'm a little embarrassed that you saw me doing those things." "Look, Jack. There's no point in your being embarrassed. The things I saw you do showed me just how deeply you realize that you are timid and weak. Celebrate this, boy! It's exciting! You're becoming your true self. And it's really rewarding to watch! Think about it, Jack. You were talking to a turd. What kind of a man does that, Jack? Every now and then, ask yourself this question, Jack. Is that a man?" James stood, shaking his head. "Can you call that a man? I believe that would help you gain clarity." For a few moments, Master was silent. "Hypothetically, Jack. what if there were a video of you from last night in the bathroom...." "Please, Master, is there?!" "Shut the fuck up, and listen!" James bellowed. "If there were, I said. How would it be for you to sit on the sofa with your elderly mother, the two of you watching such a video? Think o it. Her poor, weak son that she no longer has hopes for, reduced to this: Talking to, practically befriending a turd that came out of a black man's ass. And then you could watch and listen to the part where you're doing your face-painting. You were closer to the microphone there. It seems you and my shit got along quite well! Really, your mom wouldn't understand any of that, would she, Jack? You'd have an uphill battle explaining how much it means to offer yourself to James White - that confident, sharp, good-looking black man from work with a sweet eight-inch johnson hanging between his legs. How much it means to you to put your tongue up this black man's ass every morning and every evening, and clean him out. Think about that, boy. Look, we'll talk again, later. For now, we're going to my room." Master chose not to ride me, so I crawled behind him. He whistled as he strode down the hall. Once inside the room, Master began to undress. I stayed on my knees, wearing my crawling pads, and watched. Master sat to remove his pants. He began to sing in a random melody: "Oh, it's nice to have a "worshipping whitey", "worshipping whitey", all day." "That's you faggot!" James said, chuckling. "Hey, tell me, how long have you known that you're a queer, anyway?" He handed me his pants to fold. I was keen to talk on this topic, and didn't hesitate. "Well, Master James, in high school, I think." "Yeah? What were you doing, spying on the jocks in the locker room? I could just see you making those quick little glances, and hoping to see something. Ha! I know. Fags used to try looking at me when I was on the track team. Neighborhood kids had access to the locker room. Most came in to take a leak or get some water. But not all of them! Once, this skinny blond kid,he couldn't have been more than thirteen, pretended to have a locker in the same row as me. There he was twirling that dial on the lock, his little fingers all jittery, and all the time looking out of the corner of his eye. Finally, I turned to him wearing nothing but my track shirt and said something like: Get a good look, fag-boy." And I held my dick in my hand and lifted it towards him. Man, his eyes just about popped out! It was a day in the history books for that white boy!" "I'll bet he thinks of that moment to this day, sir! Wow, didn't he get lucky! What happened then, Master?" "He got all nervous and ran away. Probably went to beat off somewhere. But, hey! He's not the only lucky boy is he, Jack?" Master said, teasingly. "Hardly, sir! Sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming!" By now, Master was naked. He walked toward me, his penis swaying. He came right up to me, which took me by surprise. His cock was so close to my face that I could smell all the enchanting aromas of the Master's loins: the musty odor of his scrotum, the funky tones issuing from his pubic hair. Master began to playfully bop me on the face with his cock. It made little slapping sounds as it landed against my cheeks and forehead. He pressed the head up against my nose and stroked it. Master sang an old tune: Getting to know you, Getting to know all about you. Getting to like you, Getting to hope you'll like me. "I like those old classics, Jack. That was the age of romance." Master sighed, resting his cock on the top of my head. "You ever been in love, Jackie boy?" "I think I am now, Master." I said quietly. My gaze took in the Master's ball-sack. The testicles hung low and full inside. To my delight, they were shifting slowly in their sack. "Tell me more, boy." "Well, sir, it's just that I look to you as my idol, as my god. I think of you as God Himself, in my mind and in my very cells." "Whew! High praise, indeed!" James said, removing his cock from my head and swinging it back and forth before my face. He was slowly becoming erect. My Revelation Ch. 09-11 "Now, Jack, do you remember what we said we might do today?" Master said, holding my head between his hands, and turning my face up to meet his gaze. My heart beat so fast that it was at first hard for me to speak. "You said.....M-m-m Master...that m-m-maybe, if I was good and all, you would...." "I said I would shoot my load onto your face. Is that so difficult to say?" Master said, sounding perturbed. "I'm sorry, sir. I just got over-excited. Sorry, Master." I said, trying to regain my wits. "It's all right. I guess it's a big moment for you. I get it, Jack. Sorry I jumped on you like that." Master said, stroking my cheek. I kissed his hand as it passed across my cheek. "You're very kind to me Master James." "And you're a good boy, Jack. I really mean that. " Master said. My own small penis was hard as could be with all the wonderful attention Master had shown me. I looked up with sheer love and adoration. As I looked into the Master's eyes, he guided his cock so that the head rested on my upper lip. "Give Master a kiss, Jack." James directed. My first kiss upon the turgid glans sent the penis bounding into a salute. Wow! Had I caused that?! I reached for the penis with my hand, looking to Master as I did. He nodded his approval. The cocoa-colored shaft jerked as I touched it lightly. With both hands gently holding the cock in place, I submitted a much longer kiss to the head of Master's penis. It was almost as if I were making out with it. God! It was soft and warm. It was also tight as a drum, it was so swollen. It smelled and tasted the way I always dreamed a black man's dick would smell and taste. I was in funk heaven! "Okay, boy." Master said. "I want you to take some time to explore down there. The more familiar you are, the more relaxed you'll be. Let me know if you have questions." With that, Master put his fists on his hips, and looked on as I took in the absolute wonders of the Master's body. Questions? Dare I ask? I looked up to the Master. "Master James, can a boy suck cock as well as a girl?" I asked, feeling this was a safe question to start with. "Good question, Jack. Actually, I have no idea how many blow jobs I've had in my life. I'd guess at 250 or so. Hard to say. And, of those, I've had maybe 30 0r 40 done by fags. Some of those fags - a few, maybe 4 or 5, - got somewhat obsessed with me. Anyway, that made their cocksucking that much better. Damn! They sure got into it! But in answer to your question, there was one very devoted little white guy . Conner. Wait, is that right? Yeah, his name was Conner. Skinny guy, an artist type. He had these soft red lips and this really white, almost luminous skin. No more hair than a baby, except for his crotch. And, man, he was a born cocksucker. Let me tell you. He was great; soft-spoken, polite. I never came more forcefully than the times I fucked Conner's sweet mouth." "That's so nice to hear, sir. I'd like to have met this boy." I said, imagining pleasuring Master with this young fellow. We could "double team" him: one sucking his ass, the other one getting a mouthful of dick. "Yeah. Got some memories there, boy. Conner had a way of delicately fingering my balls while he sucked. Very nice. But that's the past, my little man! Now you are center-stage. You and my penis. Introduce yourself to him,Jack." I was still holding the Master's penis up with both hands so that I could kiss it. Master was on his way to a full erection, and I was feeling a little jealous. Was it the memory of Conner that had contributed to this fullness? I had to work on being gentle the way Conner had. I was sure I could be just as sweet to Master's cock and balls. I just had to give it my all! I had my right hand wrapped around the shaft of Master's cock, and, with the forefinger of my other hand, I began to trace the beautiful veins that course along the sides and across the top of it. Two fairly large veins originate at the base of the shaft - right where the penis and the pubic hairs join. As they make their way towards the head, they branch off into finer and finer veins. Such a beautiful topography of manhood! I basked in the spiritual glow of Master's cock. There was majesty and ease in the way it commanded the attention of anyone near it. I was happy to see that Master was responding to my attentions. Along with some light licking of the head, the movement of my hand was bringing Master's penis to full attention. To my delight, the blessed clear fluid began to emerge from the cock-lips. Clearly, Master's testicles were on high alert to prepare for another abundant discharge of his seed. Master spoke to me through his ardor. "That's it, fag-boy. Soft lips and soft hands. I believe you were born to do this! Oooooowwwweeeee! yeah! that's the ticket. Shit! " Master said with quiet vehemence. I got busy licking the precum as it seeped from the head. Master's balls made this, I told myself. It was warm and delicious. "Will you look at me!" Master crowed as he looked down at his happy attendant. " I've got a very hungry little faggot on my hands here!" Master said, placing his hands on his hips, and striking a mock-menacing pose. "Hey, boy! Are you enjoying yourself?" I removed my lips from where they were kissing the shaft. My hands played lovingly with Master's pubic thatch. "I'm having a wonderful time, Master." I said with emotion. A thought entered my mind, and I colored and looked down. "You're blushing, boy." 'I'm just so happy, sir." I said,my eyes glistening with tears. "Why are you blushing?" Master persisted. "Well, I....." "You what? Tell me." "I thought about when, you know,..... maybe...... if I did well......" I hesitated. "You're not doing so well now, Jack. Just so you know." James said ominously. "Now, tell me!" I recoiled from the force of Master's voice, but managed to blurt out a response. "Sir! I was thinking about when I would get your cum shot onto my face! I'm sorry. I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing." "Ah! " the Master exclaimed. "You were daydreaming about your face dripping with my sperm. Well, I like thinking about that too, Jack - you scooping it up with your nervous fingers before it falls to the floor, and licking it greedily from your hands. Very nice! Gotta say, given the right scenario, you white boys can be rather sexy." Master said. "I'm glad it pleases you, sir." I said, warmly. "Well, jack, we're not far from a point where your dream could come true. In a moment, you will take the head of my cock into your mouth. Because of its size, you'll need to be very careful. Okay, boy?" "You mean careful not to scratch it with my teeth, Master?" I offered. "Exactly." Master said, giving my nose a 'bop' of approval with his cock. "Just remember that one important thing, and I'll give guidance when appropriate. Okay, Jack. Open wide." Master slowly pushed his cock forward so that, soon, my lips were widening yet further to allow for the flared rim of the head to pass through. Then, unmistakably, I was holding Master's sweet helmet in the dark moisture of my mouth. God! It filled my mouth so well! I looked up at the Master, with utter joy. I felt proud at my accomplishment. Master was looking down, smiling. He pulsed his hard-on a couple of times to my delight. Whenever he did it, I giggled happily in my throat. Mmmmmmm. Master's cock! Mmmmmm. So good! "Now, Jack," Master said. "I'm going to get you used to the idea of me thrusting into your mouth. We'll do it just with the head. Later, I'll train you to take more. For now, we'll take baby steps. Ready, jack"? Without removing the cock from my mouth, I energetically nodded my readiness. "Jack, while I move the head in and out, be sweet to it with your tongue. Also, lick the rim at the back of the head. That gets me quite hard. Oh, and get the tip of your tongue into and around my pee-hole. There's treasure there, Jackie boy!" Yes, indeed! The pre-cum had continued to flow, and I was 'johnny-on-the-spot' when it came out! I found it to be very useful in lubricating the head. It made it so smooth! While Master took his pleasure moving in and out of my mouth, he spoke to me encouragingly. "You're doing great, boy! Really. It must be in your genes, or something." "I let the cock-head slip gently from my mouth. "Yes, Master James." I said. " I believe it must be." "Really? Got someone in mind? A bachelor uncle?" "Could be." I reflected, thinking of my Uncle John. "But I've always wondered about my dad. There was always some unexplained tension between him and my mom. Something she seemed pissed about, and he defensive." "Maybe she found his porn stash in an old gym bag in the closet. I can see it now: her holding up volume 5 of Black Cock Parade, the corners of the pages stuck together. Yeah, boy! I'll bet your daddy craved nigger dick as much as you! Ha! That's too much. Is he still alive?" Yes, sir." I said. "Mom died two years ago. He lives alone. They were practically separated for the last few years of her life." I said with melancholy. "Boy, I just know your daddy's a cock-sucker." James said, chuckling. "I should invite him over sometime. You two could fight over me." "Master, please.!" I implored. "Don't get so excited!" Master chided me. "Jesus! You fags are just a pack of whimpering sissies. And you wonder why normal people have issues with you all. Shit." "I know, Master." I said ruefully, and apologized for being weak and frightened. "I can't help it, really." I said, feeling deep shame at how fully I embodied these defects. But, almost at once, I remembered my intention to drop my pretensions of normalcy and to fully occupy my true self. I heard these words spoken to me within. It was to become a kind of creed I would say to myself. ' I am a weak and frightened man, easily confused and intimidated. When I see a nice, friendly, straight husband, I inwardly celebrate his dominance in the world. These men have the steadiness, the ethics, the solid, down-to-earth charm that such men naturally possess, and that fairies like me can never hope for.' "Okay, Jack." Master's voice brought me out of my reverie. "I'm about ready to blow, here. Are you ready?" Oh! Master! Do you mean right away!" I said, feeling like some slut playing for time so she can try to look pretty. "We're not going to have female trouble, are we, bitch?!" Master said in a low voice. His intensity took my breath away. "Because an ass-whipping can help with that!" "No, sir." I said contritely. "Okay. Open your pussy mouth." Master instructed. I could feel his fury at my flighty behavior. But, Thank God!, I thought, at least he wasn't taking away my handsome new friend! Yum! Yum! I opened wide, and Master, showing a sensitivity I silently thanked him for, fed me just the amount of cock I could comfortably attend to. My ecstatic mouth was wall-to-wall, and ceiling-to-floor of throbbing Black dick! I gazed up at Master as I felt him coming closer to completion. He, in turn, took in the scene below. "Jack, I'd really like to take a couple of portrait shots of you two." Master James said appreciatively, his breath deepening. "Clearly you and willy here are meant for each other! Remind me to do that, Jack." Master said. "What a nice idea, sir! I will certainly remind you of that!" I said, hoping we could make an entire photo album! "I'm also going to do some close-ups of my cock and send them to your dad, Jack. You know,anonymously. Could be some fun! And his fag son will be the photographer. Ha! Even better! " Master said, beside himself with laughter. "Yes, sir!" I said." Loser son sends loser dad some beautiful cock pics." 'Jack, I'm not sure if you've got lineage, or if you've got wreckage! Think of it! Your old man: a pathetic, scared, closet case. Hiding from the world and leading a false life. The son: a born cum-eater. He's not a closet faggot, but he is a lowlife. Why, he even has an special fondness for licking a black man's balls and asshole!" Master cried, like a pitch man addressing a crowd: "Always available, the fag-son. If you're a hung brother who likes having his ego stroked, and likes the feel of a respectful tongue up your ass, you could easily enjoy the attentions of this eager white boy. He'll treat you like a king! And!..... (here, Master did a little drum roll with his tongue)And, If the two of you really hit it off, you could be this white boy's owner. It's very similar to owning a dog." Master said. With that, Master James turned to the task of securing a warm place for his excited member to cum. Of course, silly, he didn't have far to go! Soon, I was kneeling before the Master, and keeping a soft, loving embrace on his cock with my lips. I released this embrace slowly and spoke. "Master, it's true about where I come from: an inferior line of whites, a tribe of drunken losers, near as I can tell." I said, as I fondled Master's balls. 'They know true manhood." I continued. "They know what it looks like, and it galls them when it's right in their face. Oh, they'll talk all kinds of shit about "dumb-ass niggers" at the neighborhood bar, but at home, in bed, after the wife is asleep, these "men" fantasize about having a job as locker room janitor at a high school, and making extra sure to be there the night of the basketball game. With some luck, one of the tall, sweating, black bucks will notice him looking at their dicks, and leave his used jockstrap behind for him to sniff at and worship. Maybe he would give the fag janitor a wink as he drops it on the floor." Master interrupted me by slipping his cock back between my lips again. "Hang on, Jack." Master said , as he began to slowly plow my mouth. The Master moved languorously and praised my efforts. "That's it, my little fag. Nice work. Damn! What a sweet whore tongue you have.You're father would be very proud of you, boy. And jealous!". "All mine!" I cried, playing the pettish little boy unwilling to share a beloved stuffed animal. "None for Daddy! Daddy bad. Jackie is the good boy!" I said happily, then took in all of Master James that I could. Master throbbed in response. "Mmmmmmmm!", I moaned deep within. This is my true daddy, I said inwardly. Master's sweet penis grew warmer and warmer in my mouth. God! This was heavenly. I thought back just a few brief weeks to a time when I admired (and resented!) Master James from afar; all that natural swagger and sex vibe; chatting up a horny bitch at the coffee station, setting up a date for that evening. Mr Big Dick James! I was envious, but I was also feeling my own desire. Take me home, James , I would find myself muttering later that night as I got drunk. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, sir. Sensing that Master wished to ejaculate soon, I did everything I could to make it a memorable climax for him. The Master was doing some gentle thrusting, and I was meeting his movements with the care and attention of my lips and tongue. Meanwhile, I had reached between the Master's legs and, first looking up for a go-ahead, I worked my fingers between his cheeks. His ass was very warm there. My fingertips brushed against the anus, and I felt Master's response in the swelling helmet. With each fingertip, I massaged and stroked Master's sphincter. Its reaction to this stimuli was immediate. With my other hand, I continued to softly knead the ball-sack. Master's breath was coming deep and audible by now. "You're doing great, Jack." Master said, giving my nose an affectionate pinch. I withdrew my hand from between Master's ass-cheeks and brought my fingers to my nose so that I could smell Master. To my horror, I felt myself beginning to cum! What would Master think! Indulging myself when Master should be my only concern. As I focused on my task, Master could see my distress. "Don't worry, Jack. In the future, your cumming without my say-so won't cut it. But this is new to you, so I'll overlook it this time." I looked up at Master and again brought the fingers I'd had between his ass-cheeks up to my nose. "That's my boy." Master said. "get that smell up there." My eyes rolled back in my head in ecstacy as Master pulled his penis from my mouth. I continued, now with both hands, to caress Master's scrotum. Master gave a loud cry and began to stroke himself. I kept my eyes riveted to the lips of Master's cock. Soon, his hot sperm would fly across the space between us and land on my grateful faggot face. At one point, Master seemed to pause. Then, as I watched, a small amount of cum dripped from the lips. This was just the lowly messenger bringing tidings of great joy. For, right on its heels, a looping wad of semen traversed the air between us, and fell squarely on my nose. "Oh, Jesus!" I cried. "Oh, Master!" Master James continued to jack himself and, soon, a fresh discharge had found its way into my hair. "Yummy! Yummy!" I said delightedly, for the semen on my face was now flowing over my lips. A third and fourth surge from Master's cock arrived with equal strength. My face was covered now. I felt a wave of emotion rise in me, and I stifled it in time. "Whew!! That felt really good, Jack. Nice hand work. Just the right touch on my balls. Excellent. Damn!" James exclaimed, and moved his attention to squeezing the last drops from his penis. He found a place on the side of my face that was free of cum, and he wiped it off there. Master fell lazily onto the bed. "Come over to the side of the bed, boy," he instructed. It's time for you to clean up!" I rushed over on my knees, my hands cupped below my chin to catch any drippings.Master James lay on his side watching me. I broke into a broad grin, proud to wear this man's cum on my face. First, I lapped up what had fallen into my hands. It was a lot like controlling an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, for, as I attended to the cum in my hands, more was beginning to hang from my chin and nose. "Don't go making a mess, Jackie boy!" Master admonished. But I was much too intent on eating every last morsel of James's sperm to let any of it get away! I worked quickly but carefully. Once the dripping had been stanched somewhat, I began to scoop off the larger loads from my cheeks and forehead. I licked my fingers under the Master's gaze. Soon, I had removed all that I practically could. My face now had a glaze of semen that was slowly drying. I could smell it with every breath. So beautiful! Master brought his feet around so that he sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt in the space between his knees. I spontaneously bent to the floor and began to kiss his feet. "That feels good, boy." Master said. "Careful you don't get any cum on me." I looked up briefly from my worshipping. "It's pretty dry, now, Master. But, yes, I certainly will be careful!" I returned to my position at Master's feet and covered the tops of them in soft kisses. "All right, Jack. That's enough." Master interrupted. Tomorrow, Jack, get whatever you need from your apartment so that you can stay here for awhile. Training isn't helped by you coming and going. Be minimal. Whatever you bring, you'll keep it in a cardboard box by your sleeping mat . You don't get furniture." "Should I go first thing tomorrow?" I asked. "No. Come here at eight so that you can clean my ass beforehand." "Of course, Master. Sorry I forgot." "I like it too much to let you forget, boy!" Master James rejoined, ruffling my hair, and giving me a sly look. "And as much as you're a natural ass-hole-cleaner, you can always do a bit better, eh, boy?" "Absolutely, sir!" I said, smiling up gratefully. "And thank you for the training. I've learned so much." My Revelation Ch. 09-11 "We're just getting started, boy." Master said as I turned to leave.