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Chapitre 7 : Bastien

I hang out quite a bit these days on fetish sites: out of curiosity first, but also because anything akin to the master / slave sphere interests me. It is on the "Recon" site that I meet Bastien. His announcement indicates that he wishes to be a slave to a very bossy master, it is very classic and looks like dozens of others. His young age makes me say that he has no experience and that he wants to be taken in hand by an older guy who knows a thing or two about it. I think I'll do the trick.

We exchange pictures: he particularly likes my cock and asks me for a series on my favorite organ. He wants to see her everywhere: erect, at rest, from above, from below. During our discussions I imagine that he touches himself, that it makes him hard. He mostly tells me that he wants to suck it, feel my penis under his tongue and even swallow every last drop of my juice.

We develop a scenario: during our discussions, Bastien asks to be completely passive, to have no initiative. He wants to be totally taken care of and even uses the term object. Not without displeasing me: I can imagine myself already manipulating her, getting my cock in and out of her mouth as I please, depending on my arousal.

On the other hand, we agree that I would not penetrate it. He also fantasizes about my body and asks me if I like to be "licked all over". It's all new to me but I tell myself it will be an interesting experience.

We agree to meet in front of the train station in the next town in the late afternoon the next day. We will go to the hotel because it does not want a "nature" plan which I understand perfectly. Deep down I understand that he must be shy but crossed by very violent impulses. A sexual energy that I will try to satisfy.

I'm on time and waiting in the car. Bastien sends me an SMS telling me that he will arrive in a few minutes. We will drive to the hotel - a Formula 1 - located in the industrial area 2 km away.

- What's your car? When I get this message I tell myself it can't be far away.

- A dark blue Clio.

Three seconds after sending the message there is a knock on the passenger window. A young blond looks at me. I open the window:

- Hi Bastien.

- Salvation.

- Listen, go upstairs, we'll go by car if you're OK. It's not very far but on foot it's still a hike.

Her face is surprising: neither beautiful nor ugly, but something is escaping. After a few seconds I notice that these are his eyes: piercing and wide awake. Bastien seems to give off a strange energy. I fell in love: I would have kissed him straight. But I calm down. Don't scare him.

We drive for 5 minutes and speak little. I'm actually the one making the conversation. He simply answers yes or no. He doesn't smile, doesn't look at me. His eyes are fixed on the road.

I try to make him comfortable because I imagine myself in his place:

- Do you often make these kinds of plans?

- It happens to me, but not often.

- It's going to be cool you'll see. Did you like my cock in the photo?

- Yeah ...

He pronounces this word as a relief. I hit the nail on the head. I try :

- Go there and touch it if you want. She is yours.

This is good because I have a hard time. My tail even hurts a little because it is bent and stuck in my boxers. I can't readjust because I have to hold the wheel. I still take Bastien's hand and place it on my package.

- There it is. You like her eh?

- Yeah... This time he approved in a whisper. I love.

The contact with his hand makes me bend even more. I even think I'm a little wet. It promises.