My First Master: Chapter 1

It was pouring and I was kicking myself for leaving it too late to leave to hitch home. I was resigned to a wet night and then, hopefully, to getting a lift tomorrow when this shiny new car pulled up witha screech just down the road. I ran down to it and opened the door hopefully. It turned out he wasn't going all the way where I needed but it was at least something and I was in the warm and dry at least for a few minutes. He rested his hand on my knee while he asked all about me and I was ready to slap his hand if he got too fresh. He suggested that I stay overnight with him, he hastily explained that his wife was there, then he could give me a lift the next morning, Saturday, when he had business in the town where I lived. No problem I thought, what harm could I come to with his wife there, so I agreed.

His wife was a sweetie, quite sexy for her age which I guessed was about 50 slightly younger than him who I guessed at about 55 from the well dressed but greying hair. She suggested that I dump my bag in the spare room she showed me, go to take a hot bath and leave my wet clothes drying on the radiator while she made us both a hot cocoa with some rum. When I'd soaked and warmed up I emerged dressed in a towelling bath robe and found him in the lounge in front of a hot coal fire and she had taken herself off to bed. I sat next to him , having forgotten his wandering hands in the car, and was reminded when, without his eyes leaving my face, his hand slid smoothly up my thigh. My heart missed a beat or two. In the car his hand was on my jeans but I was rather conscious here that I was naked under the robe having put all my wet things to dry.

I was breathing pretty fast by the time his hand got to the top of my thigh and found my now hard cock! He smiled and asked if I minded, adding quickly as he stroked my hard member, that I seemed to be rather enjoying it! I blurted out something about not minding but I hadn't ever let a man do that before (which was of course a lie but I wasn't going to admit my experience to him). He kept me talking about myself seeming genuinely interested and all the while stroking my cock till I was really in quite a state!He smiled and apologised for getting me so aroused and asked if I needed to cum. I blushed and said no (another lie) and he asked very matter of factly, how often I masturbated! I bit my lip and blushed some more.

He reached across untying the belt of the robe and opening it wide. I gasped and tried to pull it together asking what his wife would think if she came down. He laughed and said she knew better than to come down when he was with a "nice boy". He smiled appreciatively as he looked me up and down while I was still trying to cover myself and added....a VERY nice boy! I was so flustered by that I made little protest when he flipped the robe right open and started stroking my now very hard member. He had barely started to rub me when I gasped and shot my load all over his hand. He chuckled saying how I was obviously very new to this and I fled in some panic to my room wondering what the hell I'd got into!

I kept waking up imagining that I heard the door opening and wondering if he would creep in to molest me some more. I had the most lurid dream that he was using me to the limit and I woke up really needing to wank again. At first light I crept along to the bathroom to retrieve my clothes: they weren't there! I went back to my room to look in my bag then realised that of course since I was only going home for the weekend I just had a change of underpants and socks. I climbed back into bed still just wearing the towelling robe and tried to sleep. I just kept thinking of our time together the evening before and realised that again I was aroused.

I must have got back to sleep as I was certainly dozing when he came in with a cup of tea to wake me. He was beside the bed and putting the cup down on the bedside cabinet before I came to. He was wearing a towelling robe similar to the one his wife had given me the night before and from the look of his hair he'd just showered. I rolled onto my back noticing immediately that he had closed the door behind him. He pushed the duvet to one side and sat on the edge of the bed smiling at me and immediately slid his hand under the cover and found my thigh. He stroked smoothly up my thigh and gently put his fingers round my hard cock. He smiled "so my pretty boy wakes up hard in the morning". Keeping his hand on my shaft he took my hand and slid it under his robe and onto his cock which was huge and hard. "I wake the same way" he said "normally I just have to relieve myself but today I've saved it all for you!"

He told me how I was naughty boy rushing out the previous evening and leaving him erect and unsatisfied. I said I was sorry but he told me I had to beg forgiveness properly. I didn't have a clue what he meant but I did as I was told when he said to get out of bed, drop my robe and say "please forgive me Master for failing you." Then he told me to put my hands on my head and not say a word. Talking softly to me he explained how good boys are rewarded with treats but naughty boys have to be punished. He asked if I understood. I nodded silently wondering what he was going to do, was he going to refuse to take me to my home. He asked if I had enjoyed being wanked the evening before even though I'd cum so soon. I nodded again blushing. He said how since I was very young and new to serving a Master he wouldn't punish me too much THIS time. He told me to close my eyes, there was a pause where I could hear my own heavy breathing then I felt a sharp pain as he pinched both my nipples.

I gasped and started to drop my hands to stop him but just in time I remembered his instructions and kept them where they were. I gasped with pain as he pinched harder then pulled down slowly till I was almost on my knees, then up slowly till I was on tip toe and squeaking with pain tears running down my cheeks. Then he started to pull one up and the other down so I couldnt reduce the anguish and just had to moan and whimper please .... please... please. "Are you ready to kneel and make amends properly" his soft voice said. I nodded. He let go my tingling nipples and I dropped with relief to my knees. He opened his robe and his huge cock spang out at me making it obvious what I had to do. I seldom before sucked with such relish as I didn't want to try his patience any more. I pumped my head wanting desperately to please him and could tell from his heavy breathing that he was close. I pulled my mouth off his cock, gave a few sharp strokes and he shot his hot creamy load over my face and chest. He gasped as he shot his last drop and I felt his juice running down my belly and dripping onto my cock and thighs. He really had shot buckets!

"Hmmm" he said disapprovingly "a GOOD boy would have swallowed, or at least asked his Master's permission not to. Bend over the bed." I did as he ordered feeling sticky down my front and shivering as I felt it still dribbling down my thighs. Thwack, thwack........I gasped again as I felt two stinging smacks across my ass from his hand. "You'll learn the hard way" he said, "go and shower and come down for breakfast!"

I did as he said. When I got back to my room I found my clothes there dried and neatly folded. I dressed and joined him and his wife in the kitchen for rolls and coffee. She smiled and I blushed. Did she know what I'd let him do with me? On the journey to my home I discovered he was a solicitor with an office in the centre of the town where I was at university. He often worked late which was why he was on the road so late the night before when I needed a lift. He suggested he pick me up from my home on Sunday evening to take me back to my digs. I said no at first but he was quite insistent and in the end I gave up, in any case it would save me risking hitching again.

I hardly need to say what happened on Sunday night. By the time he picked me up it was too late to go to my digs so I stayed in his spare room again. His wife was already in bed when we arrived and he told me to go up stairs and undress ready. I sat naked on the bed wondering what was going to happen, though I was pretty sure I knew. He came in after about 10 mins, just wearing the towelling robe and carrying a glass of whisky. He shrugged off the robe, "are you ready to suck properly now" he said sarcastically. I knelt and set to with gusto trying to get it over with quickly but he wasnt having that! He checked me from time to time saying "not so fast". He sipped the whisky and it was obvious he was going to keep me sucking till he sipped the last drop. When he finally let me make him cum he held my head and coaxed gently "it's cumming now.......nearly there.......be a good boy...........get ready......now just hold it in your mouth.....nearly there.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" I felt a hot gush into my mouth and nearly gagged. He smiled down at me, "hold it.....savour the taste...........now swallow!" I did as he said, it tasted salty, creamy, warm , not unpleasant and when I swallowed it went down without any trouble. He patted my bottom playfully and said "we'd better get to sleep we need to leave early tomorrow to get you back in time for your first lecture".