Once upon a time part 2

Chapter 2.

The door opened and in walked my beautiful master. By now I had recovered a little from the journey and got over some of my shyness, so I was able to look at his naked body and appreciate it. I couldn't take my eyes off his genitals - they were so beautiful and so large. I felt my own shrivel as I thought that a demigod like this could never want a puny creature like me.

"Come on, sleepyhead. Time to be up and about. Breakfast is waiting."

I started to get out of bed then realised that I wasn't wearing anything, so I pulled the sheet across my lap very quickly. Master rocked with laughter.

"I'll leave you to get dressed. Kitchen in five minutes."

I pulled on some shorts and a top. Mother would haunt me if I went for a meal without a shirt.

After breakfast Master showed me round the house. It was lovely. Two bedrooms, a large kitchen, sitting room, and one room which was locked. Outside he had a swimming pool and I wondered if he was very rich, for in England only the rich have swimming pools.

"Come on, let's have a swim." I had to confess I had never learned, but I took off my top and slipped in at the shallow part of the pool feeling even more out of place. He could do so much and was so confident. I didn't seem to be able to get anything right.
Master swan across to me and offered to teach me to swim, and so began one of the most wonderful days of my life. I hadn't known what to expect, but I was treated as an honoured guest. We walked in the woods, had another swimming lesson, and talked endlessly. I told Master how lonely I had always been and he was so sympathetic I almost wept; I told him how much this holiday meant to me and he laughed and told me not to be an idiot.

After dinner that evening, we sat down and Master spoke.

"This is a request, not an order. Will you please go to your room, take off your clothes and come back here."

I didn't want to do it because I didn't want him to see just how puny I was in every way, but I felt I had no choice. I returned shortly, trying to cover myself with my hands, but he would have none of that. In a sharper tone than I had heard him use before, he said

"Put your hands on top of your head, then turn round so I can see you properly".

My penis was standing out by this time and I did not know what to do. No-one had ever seen me like this before.

"What's the problem? You've got a good body, a bit skinny but we can soon sort that out. Now, you tell me you are still a virgin."

"Yes master." For some reason I was ashamed of this.

"That's wonderful. I shall have the privilege of teaching you the way I want. Come and sit here"

He pointed to a cushion by his feet, and I sat there, very tense, between his legs. Even so, it felt totally right to sit there on the floor at Master's feet.

"Relax." He put a hand on my head and pulled me towards him. My face was only inches from that glorious penis.

"Do you want to touch it? I've noticed you looking at my cock all day."

I gulped and couldn't answer, but he pulled me closer and asked me to lick his scrotum and the base of his penis.

"That's the way, slow and gentle for now. No, don't try to use your hands - you'll have to learn to use your mouth for what your hands do. A little higher now... use your lips on the rim of my cockhead....good boy, now kiss my piss-slit"

I couldn't believe that I was doing this, or that he was using such language. I had been taught always to use the proper names for things like 'penis' and preferably not to mention them at all. Oh, but he tasted so good. There were drops of fluid at the head of his penis and they were delicious. I licked them up eagerly, then master put his hand on my head and pulled my down so that he entered my mouth. He pushed further until he filled my mouth. I couldn't help it, I gagged, but he pushed even further.

"Now suck, and use your tongue again"

He started to move until suddenly I felt him throb and he began to pour warm cum into my mouth and throat. I swallowed - I had no choice - and I cannot remember anything that tasted better. I licked eagerly at the penis in my mouth, loving the taste of it, until Master pulled away.

"That was a good start, but I think we can improve on it"

"Oh, Master, your penis and scrotum feel and taste so good." I said.

"We'll have to do something about language - No. Soon language won't matter anyway. I'm glad you liked it. Are you still hard? Stand up and let me have a look."

I rose, embarrassed, because I had cum all over myself and the cushion when he came in my mouth, but he only laughed, said something about a rubber cushion and sent me off to bed

Once I had settled down, and tonight, for the first time in my life, I voluntarily went without pyjamas, the door opened.

"Mind if I come in?" He sat on the bed. "What did you make of your first day and your first taste of sex?"

I told him again and again how wonderful it had been.

"do you know why I asked you not to use your hands? Dogs don't have hands. Does that trouble you?"

"I loved it, master because you are delicious to lick."

"Did you like sitting on the floor? Dogs aren't allowed on the furniture"

"It seemed right. May I do it tomorrow?"

He threw the cover back to look at me lying there.

"You're hard again".

"Yes master, that's what you do to me. You are too."

He leaned back so that he was lying on the bed and began to stroke my body. Slowly and awkwardly I tried to do the same to him, but then he rolled on top of me and kissed me. Not a kiss like I'd had in the kitchen - he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, strong and strange. He told me to turn over on to my front and open my legs. He put his hand between my legs and began to stroke me there. I felt a finger gently pressing into me - it hurt a bit.

"If you resist you tighten up. Relax"

His finger moved inside again, then he said how tight I was and that we would have to stretch it, then he told me to use my hands to relieve myself whilst I could and slipped out of the room.

I slept very little that night; I was too excited and a bit anxious about some things he had said. Why would language not matter? What did he mean about no hands? Did he really mean that I should sit on the floor and nor on the furniture? What was I letting myself in for?