My Teenage God

Ch.4 - All Clean

lay on the floor of the shower, still fully clothed but soaked to the bone. As I recovered, I was again filled with trepidation that had been thrust out of my mind only a few minutes earlier. I had just swallowed the cum of a student. God it was wrong, God he was hot. My god. My god max...

I shook my head. I had to snap out of it!

Okay, I told myself. Now it was really time to leave. I stood up, my clothes dripping and hanging off of me. I'll just walk out the door without a word.

I walked to the door, I was right there but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave. Something didn't feel right. I was filled with an anxiety that I had forgotten something or needed to do something first. I couldn't figure it out but I just stood there by the door staring at the door handle unable to bring myself to reach out and turn it.

"Going somewhere cockslut?"

Just hearing his voice sent shivers down my spine now.

"Well, I...just needed to..." I mumbled without turning around.

"I noticed you were having trouble actually leaving there. I think I know why. You see, I am your master now, and you can't bring yourself to do something without first getting my permission."

His words shocked me. Surely they couldn't be true. What had just happened was in the heat of the moment but me calling him master really didn't mean anything.

"You see teach, you're the type who's had to make decisions and think for yourself for all of your life. The problem is first that you're not too good at making those decisions, and second that you really don't want to have to them. You want someone else to make them for you, to control you, to own you. You need a master. Me."

Here I was. A grown man standing soaking wet in the hallway of a teenage kid I just sucked off, trying my best to deny what he was saying. But it was hard to refute him. It seemed like he tapped a deep dark desire of mine that I had had stored away somewhere. Nevertheless I knew I had to fight it. This couldn't be me.

Still facing the door I simply said, in as strong as a voice as I could muster. "I have to go Max, it's time for me to leave." But as I said it I filled with confusion and despair.

"Why are you telling me?" His voice was closer now, "Why don't you just go?"

"Fine." I reached out. I did it! I grabbed the handle.

But that's all I could do. For the life of me I couldn't twist it, no matter how hard I tried to make myself there was a mental block.

I heard a low chuckle a few feet behind me.

"Go ahead, ask your master"

....I paused for a long time...I needed to get out of here...I was getting confused again and knew I had to escape while I could. I would just say what he wanted to hear and then go.

"May I leave?" Some of the anxiety began to leave me.

"tsk tsk, My little cockslut. You must properly address me."

Another pause. "May I leave, master?" I asked quietly.

"Turn around slave."

I slowly turned around and again soaked in the sight of my god max. I mean max, just max...shoot I...but there he was. He had dried himself off and was in a tight t-shirt and boxer briefs now. His bicep veins still visible from his work out. What a beautiful sight...

"What were you asking?"

"May I leave...Master?" More anxiety was sliding away

"Sure teach, just a kiss goodbye"

I tried to fight it but I was filled with excited anticipation. I moved my face towards his but he backed away.

"No, a kiss goodbye for my huge cock."

Again I was disappointed not to kiss those beautiful lips of his, but I slowly sank to my knees. A quick kiss I told myself and I would be out the door.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into his crotch with his boxer briefs still on. I tried pushing off his legs but of course he was stronger than me. I wasn't really kissing anything, just breathing in his essence, and it was intoxicating. I took 5 or six huge breaths and soon instead of pushing off his legs I was running my hands up and down his strong muscled quads. My head was in a daze.

"Now teach, before you go I just want to show you something."