The Young Master (Rated R)

2.15

His room was almost as impressive as he was, and almost as terrifying. It was adorned with trophies of conquest, covered with the heads of savage animals; slain, no doubt, with his bare hands. My master stood in front of his four poster bed wearing a black velvet robe and nothing else, opened ever so slightly all the way down to just above his crotch. I got down on my knees and looked at the floor, not daring to look him in the eyes without permission. I could still feel his eyes on me, burning on my skin, a blush spreading across my skin and sinking into me until I was panting with lust. I didn't want him to see me like this, so desperate for him...so completely enthralled with him. I wasn't even sure I wanted to want him...I probably would have hated him if I thought about it, but who could think with his eyes running over every quivering inch of their exposed flesh? He finally cut through the fog, "I didn't think you had it in you, Belle, but this is one time when I'm glad to be proven wrong. So I've decided to give you a big reward. I'm sure you have countless questions about your new life, and although the only question a sissy really needs to know the answer to is: how can I best serve my Master, I'll let you ask me three. And just because I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you ask them while you suck my cock."

I couldn't believe my ears...it was like Christmas came early and Santa gave me the cock I asked him for in my letter. I crawled over as fast as I could, fumbling with his robe and letting his cock fall onto my face, nuzzling against it like it was my pet snake. I'd fantasized about his cock ever since I saw it sliding in and out of Isabella's lips. At first I tried to pretend I wanted to have a cock like his, but now I couldn't imagine wanting it between my legs when I could have it between my lips. I slid my tongue into his pee slit, the slightest taste of his pre-cum making me giddy with lust. I wrapped my lips around it, finally daring to look him in the eyes...what I saw almost forced the cum right out of my rock hard clit...a look of total dominance...total ownership...a look that told me he was doing me the favor here...that I didn't really deserve to suck his cock, but he would slum it just this once...

I didn't waste the opportunity...I covered his cock in kisses, which took a long time considering he had to be almost a foot long. He tasted of musk and fine steak...a cut above his sons. I was drooling by the time I got to his salt and pepper thatch of pubes and slobbered over his hefty balls, my jaw aching just to feel them pulse inside my mouth. By the time I finally worked my way back up to the tip of his cock, I was dick drunk and desperate...taking as much of it down my throat as I could get in one mad lunge and gagging before I got a third down. My body lurched as I pulled off of him reluctantly, spitting on his cock before I took a deep breath and tried again. I made it half way the second try but couldn't push any further. I let my throat get accommodated to his girth, hoping it would open up to him if they got to know one another better... "Did you have any questions, Belle? Or is my cock the only answer you need?"

I felt a little silly...I had completely forgotten the questions in my zeal to suck his cock. And now that I thought about it, I really didn't have any questions, for myself at least. I accepted that I had no control over my own fate, and I wasn't even sure I wanted any. But now that I could ask questions, I discovered that I had some that had been nagging at me whether I knew it or not. First and foremost, "How iph mmmy mammabr? Iph phee zaphe?" 

Master Darius looked genuinely surprised, going so far as to pull his cock out of my throat and plop it on my head a few times, as if thinking it over. "I didn't know you cared about your mother, Belle. Hell, I didn't know you cared about anyone." Truth be told, neither did I. But since I discovered my mom was being kept doped up in a looney bin so my step-father turned Master could steal her fortune, I must have subconsciously started to worry about her. I guess I made a better daughter than I did a son. "Well don't you worry. You're mother is still in top physical condition, and happier than she's ever been. She's thrilled to be relieved of the responsibility of keeping up appearances, of hiding her nasty little addictions from friends and family. She's much happier in druggy dreamland than she ever was with you. She doesn't miss you, Belle, so don't waste time missing her." 

He fed me his cock again, filling my lonely longing and then some. I felt the raw heat of a well stretched throat and got lost in the humid haze, making my way almost all the way down his cock, another few inches and I'd be home. I was so close...but so far. It was both Paradise and Purgatory. The frustrating futility reminded me of my next question. "Why do youph puneeph Iphabella for zee opher sipheez mmmiphakes?" 

This time he didn't just look surprised, he looked a little confused, or was he disappointed? "Punish her? I haven't had to punish Isabella in ages. Unless you mean...ah, that must be it. What you call punishment is nothing more than not allowing her the pleasure of my company. You see, while you dream of a future with her...a dream I might add that is as dangerous as it is hopeless...she dreams only of being my kept sissy. It's why she hates you other sissies so much. You're competition. And who knows, one day I might grant her wish. That is, if I don't find a sissy that deserves it more..."

I felt emptier than ever...how could I ever compete with him? Who could? It would be like trying to steal God's girlfriend. I couldn't imagine Isabella choosing me over him...I certainly wouldn't. In fact, at that moment, all I could imagine was choosing him. That gave me the final push I needed to force myself all the way down his cock, feeling a sense of accomplishment when I felt his balls stroke my chin so profound...well it was too profound for words to say the least. This was so different from the way Isabella made me feel, but maybe that was the point. This felt right...like it was destiny. I don't think I could call it love...it was something more than that...something deeper...and it brought me to my final question. One so important I slid off of his cock to ask it. "Could I be your sissy servante someday?"

Master Darius smiled warmly, and stroked my hair gently...then he grabbed a clumpful of curls and pulled me onto his cock. He used my throat as a cocksleeve, taking full advantage of my ability to deep throat him, still smiling warmly as he face fucked me. Tears welled up in my eyes, tears of joy no doubt, or oxygen deprivation. The blood pooled in my face, it felt like it was going to burst...everything went dreamy as my brain slowed to a crawl and curled up at his feet. Just when I was sure I was going to burst a blood vessel, I felt an even more urgent eruption filling first my throat and then my grateful mouth. I swallowed his seed eagerly, having difficulty with his volume and viscosity, but finally earning a lungful of fresh air and the taste of pure ambrosia. "We'll see..." he said, kissing my cheek with his cock, leaving behind a sticky memento, "oh and you can cum now."

The moment he gave the word, my body went into convulsions. Every bone in my body melted in the heat of unleashed euphoria, reducing me to a sissy shaped pool of living, breathing, moaning cum. Invisible hands caressing my body, squeezing every last drop of pent up pleasure from every juicy curve and slick cranny. It was like his voice was still inside me, throbbing against my happy spot, sending my sissy sack into overload, producing more gurl goo than I'd unleashed since I woke up in the basement. And all it took was a word...I almost didn't dare to imagine what his cock would do to my pussy...but then it was all I could imagine. Even when he brusquely said, "You may go now." I still felt a lingering whisper of him inside me. I left with the bashful bliss of a gurl with her first crush, or with the panting pride of a bitch that won first place for her Master at the dog show. I floated all the way back down to the basement, sneaking a little piece of Heaven back into Hell...

I floated through the rest of the evening...if it was really evening....eating my dinner and marveling at the flavor puppy love brought to the blandest dish. I barely even noticed the snickers of Bambi and Sakura as I soared to the showers and breezed to bed. It was only when I saw Isabella that I came plummeting back to earth, hitting my bunk with the weight of a shooting star slamming into the unforgiving ground. It knocked the wind out of me...I still loved her...or felt something for her strong enough to confuse for love...but what was it I felt for Master Darius? I didn't feel it any less looking at Isabella's suspicious stare, didn't miss him any less as I covered my head with my pillow to avoid her inquisitive eyes. I didn't know what I felt or for who...and if it was love, where would I put it? I was in competition I with them both now, and I didn't know who I wanted to beat...but I knew I was destined to lose...still, try as I might, I couldn't stop hoping for a miracle.

Whatever the answer was, I didn't find it in my dreams...the field had been paved over...