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Man of my Dreams (Part 2)
by Mastermind
______________________________________________________________Part two of a story I wrote a while back, but never got around to posting. The other parts will be uploaded soon (after I've gone ahead and edited them).
It's my first attempt at MC fiction, so please feel free to comment either here or at:
john.mastermind@gmail.com
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2.
The next few days were a bit of a haze. I remember thinking even at the time how strangely they seemed to pass. I would often wake up and have very little recollection of the day before, and sometimes I would be sore with no obvious reason why. My dreams were also a bit unusual. I think I had another dream encounter or two - I do remember waking up right after orgasm a couple of times over that period - but I couldn't remember any of them. I was very excited, though. I couldn't find the gift that I had been promised by the dream but that only built up the suspense and anticipation. I also couldn't wait for the next encounter. All day I would think about it, and how much fun I would have that evening if he showed himself. To cap it off, my friends were telling me how much more cheerful and well rested I was looking and that made me feel even better.
About 4 days after the dream, I was working out in the gym with Carl as usual. We were making good progress and he was starting to look quite attractive, I had to admit. I remember wondering if I should ask him out. I'd never asked anyone out before so I was a little hesitant, plus I felt like I should get permission before making a move. Anyway, we finished up at about the same time and went into the showers. I was washing as normal when I heard a gasp from behind me. It was Carl. He was looking at the back of my right shoulder. I blinked at him and turned around. He looked shocked. He told me there was something on my back. I looked in a mirror and I saw there was a tattoo there and my stomach dropped. Waves of feelings went through me; shock, nausea, horror, confusion, and a hint of arousal. I blushed and dried off quickly, quietly packing up my stuff. Carl was bright red and we both mumbled our goodbyes as we left.
I practically ran home to take a closer look at the tattoo. It was about the size of the palm of my hand. It was a demonic skull of some sort and I have to admit it was an intricate design, even if it wasn't really to my tastes. I began to panic as I wondered how to explain this to my parents and to my friends. I took some deep breaths and decided I would have to find a way to cope. Looking at it again, it did make me feel very sexy. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. I certainly wouldn't have had the courage to get it done myself. I decided from that point on that I should be more grateful, although I couldn't let my parents see it, it would raise too many questions and I had promised to keep my dreams a secret. I didn't want to lie to my parents, but I knew I would do it if I had to.
In fact, they first noticed there was something wrong that dinner. They asked me why I was being so quiet and if something was up. Apparently, one of my teachers had called about my absences (I had to skip a couple of classes to meet my gym schedule) and was getting concerned with my exams coming up in a few months. I feigned innocence and pretended I didn't know what they were talking about, and that they must have got me confused with somebody else, and told them I would look into it tomorrow. I finished my meal quickly and headed straight for my bedroom so I could finish my work and get an early night.
It was hard getting to sleep at first. All I could think about was the tattoo on my shoulder. The design was undeniably well crafted, but the sight of it sent shivers down my spine. The scariest part was that I didn't even know how it had got there. Had it been there all along, drawn onto my flesh from the dream? Or had I been getting it done myself without even realising it? All that was clear was that every aspect of my being could potentially be manipulated. I could be changed in any way and I might not even notice it happening. Maybe it already was. I began to wonder if I had been chosen, or if I was just a random, helpless victim to be malleated into whatever perverse toy this stranger wanted.
These doubts didn't cloud my mind for long, though. Almost like clockwork, the moment I found myself questioning recent events, I was reminded of how good it had felt a few hours earlier when I trusted them completely. My confidence swelled up right away. I started to see the tattoo as the gift that it was; it was something I almost certainly wouldn't have got on my own and it was a physical reminder of the relationship to my Master. It wasn't my place to question his decisions. Of course, he must have my best interests at heart, otherwise why would he invest so much time and energy into me? I had proven my devotion to him and he had no reason to be angry. Part of me even began to hope that he'd open my horizons even more.
I was a lot more restful by that point. I fell asleep fairly quickly after that.
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Once again, I found myself in the dungeon, but this time things were slightly different. He was there, as usual - no harness or PA but with shiny metal rings in both nipples - and we were still in the dungeon. But he seemed even bigger and more dominant than before. I fell to the floor kissed his feet as if I knew what to do already. He chuckled and sat down. I started working up his body, kissing and licking along his hairy legs, under his ball sack, around his hardening cock. He seemed lightly sweaty as if he had just come from a workout and the smell made me dizzy with arousal. I licked along his six pack abs with their light coating of hair and he grunted a little. I sucked on both his nipples, playing with the piercings as I did so, and went to and fro between each one, planting kisses on his pecs. Then I buried myself in his armpits. They were hairy and had small drops of sweat which I greedily licked up and proceeded to clean with my tongue. Once I'd finished both of them, he pushed me off him and onto the ground.
I thanked my Master for my gift. He chuckled again and said I was learning fast to be calling him Master already. He asked me if I had ever fantasised about having a tattoo. I blushed and said I had, from time to time, but all of my friends and family saw them as ugly. Master laughed. He said he could help me overcome that, but that would be another time.
I crawled back onto him to suck on his cock, and he grinned while putting a hand on my back. He ran down the natural contours of my back until he reached my ass. There, his fingers played across my cheeks and danced around my hole. Combined with the taste of his fat cock I thought I was going to explode right there, but I felt a familiar mental resistance and knew he wouldn't let me. He pushed a finger into my hole and I groaned through the cock in my mouth. It felt great and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to feel my Master inside me. I lifted off his cock and looked at him with pleading eyes. He laughed and called me his little slut. I went very pink for a moment but that died down quickly. I was starting to not care about hiding my arousal.
He lifted me up and put me down. Suddenly I felt cold manacles around my hands and I cried out. He told me to quiet down and to relax. I took some deep breaths and looked behind me. He was standing with his rock hard cock inches away from my ass. It dawned on me that this was it, I was about to lose my anal virginity, and I gasped.
His fingers were covered in something cool, sticky and slippery. He worked it into my hole and over his dick. Take deep breaths, relax, he told me. What struck me was how real it all felt as he pressed his dick against the opening. I had never been fucked before so it was like he was sharing his own feelings and experiences with me straight from his memories. He pushed in and it was painful at first, but as he mumbled reassurances between grunts it was as if his voice had the power to soothe me. I could feel the thick dick moving inside of me, uncomfortable but incredibly erotic and intimate. As he sped up and the grunts got louder I began to moan myself and I could feel myself coming close to an orgasm of my own once again. Then he cried out and came explosively inside me. The shout woke me up and my eyes opened wide as I came in bed, two fingers jammed deep up my ass. It felt incredible even though my brain was confused by the sudden change of setting. I found that I was enjoying the smell of my own cum and even tasted a little of it before wiping it up and throwing it away.
I was already looking forward for our next encounter.
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 2)
22:27 on 2010-01-10
Keep it up man ya got a great story going on!
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 2)
23:10 on 2010-01-10
Reminds me thematically of the very hot porno from the 90s, "Night Walk." Great work!
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 2)
01:51 on 2010-01-11 by dougkent60
better even than before
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