It's finally happening

It’s finally happening. I was standing at the departure gate at Birmingham airport looking at the gate’s screen. Only 15 minutes until I could board the plane to Frankfurt. I am going to see my Master. It’s finally happening.

I should pee one last time before boarding, I thought. I headed into a cubicle, pulled down my trousers and pants, and sat down. Looking down I could see my tiny caged dicklet, locked up safely in a nub sized chastity cage. The contrast between my massive balls and my tiny dicklet always surprised me. I thought to myself, “these balls are wasted on me”. My Dom wanted me to travel locked up. He liked that I was terrified of being stopped during security checks and joked that I would be strip searched.

I was getting so nervous on the plane as we approached Frankfurt. My Dom and I have chatted every day for the last 18 months. He knew everything about me, he has my identification, he has the most explicit photos/videos imaginable, he owned me. I knew a lot about him, too. But still, I was very nervous. Would he like me in real life?

It’s finally happening. I landed, departed the aircraft, and walked towards the arrivals lounge. There he was. Master Luke. Wow. Seeing him in person took my breath away. 193 cm tall, black hair, black stubble, of a slim build and wearing a three-quarter length coat, jeans, and white trainers. He looked stunning.

We arrived at his. He closed the door to his bedroom, “Take off your clothes, I want to inspect you, every centimetre”. I started to strip, removing my coat, jumper, and shirt. I paused for a second, “keep going, I didn’t say stop”, he said as he sat down on a chair, watching me closely. I undid my belt and the buttons to my jeans, and pulled them down, I then removed my socks. “Stop” he said. There I was in his room, standing in front of him in just a jockstrap. I could feel my cheeks burning red and I could hear the blood in my ears. My adrenaline was surging. He told me to turn around and bend over. I obeyed. As I bent over, I realised I am now fully exposed to him. He could see my most intimate area. I heard him get up and walk over to me and I stood up.

I could feel myself getting wet with precum oozing down my leg. He scooped some of it up and he put his fingers in my mouth, making me suck them. He probed my throat testing my sensitivity and finding my gag reflex. He found it. I gagged and more precum shot out. He whispered into my ear “get naked and get on your knees, fag”.

He told me to unbutton his belt and undo his trousers, slowly. It’s finally happening! As I opened them, I could see jet black Jack & Jones underwear, tight against his body. I could see the outline of his dick. He was semi hard and big. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me against his dick. I was surprised by his power. I started to trace the outline of his dick with my lips. I could smell his scent, it was intoxicating, powerful. Perfect.  He led me back over to the chair, he sat, and I remained on my knees but between his open legs. I pulled down his underwear revealing his massive dick. It was simply perfection. “Work it. fag”, he commanded. I opened my mouth and started to lick his balls. I kept thinking about how his balls contained his essence, his sperm, living cells that had the ability to make another life. I started to lick up his shaft towards the tip. I took this time to explore his entire dick and balls, to find his most sensitive areas. I exploited them, he moaned with pleasure. But I couldn’t hold back anymore, I had to swallow him. I licked to the tip and positioned myself, opened my mouth wide and felt him slide inside. He moaned with pleasure as I started to suck him, slowly, engulfing his entire shaft.

He led me over to the bed and I could tell that he was getting in heat and ready to fuck. He told me to lay on my back with my head hanging over the edge. He positioned himself and thrust his dick in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged hard and shot precum out of my nub. He scooped it up and lubed his dick with it, “this should help”. He thrust again and again, harder and harder. He put his hand over my throat so that he could feel it bulging as his dick moved inside it. His thrusts became faster and harder. My throat was oozing frothy saliva mixed with precum. It dripped down my face. He grabbed his phone “I want to record this!”. He fucked my face for about 15 mins, going further and further into heat.

Then came the time, “I wanna fuck your pussy, now”. He instructed me to get on my back and put my legs in the air. “I want to see your face as I enter you”. He positioned himself and lined up his dick with my hole. I could feel him rubbing his head on me, teasing me. He told me to beg for it. “Please fuck me Master Luke” I shouted. Please, please! “Louder!” he commanded. He asked me what my name was, “shout it out fag”. “My name is Christopher James”. “And what are you, Christopher James?”. I shouted, “I’m Christopher James and I am just a faggot to use!”. He laughed.

He entered me. Our eyes locked as he slid himself inside me. His dark eyes penetrated and gazed into my soul. A moment of sensuality before his need to fuck and breed came back. His thrusts sped up, faster and faster, he started to sweat. I could see beads forming on his forehead. I was moaning. He grabbed my locked nub and squeezed my balls, holding onto them as he fucked my hole, using them as an anchor.

“Get on all fours over by the mirror”. I could see a long mirror on the front on his wardrobe. “Face it”. He positioned himself behind me, on his knees. He grabbed my hips and penetrated me. “Look at me when I’m fucking you, fag”, I looked into the mirror and looked into the reflection of his eyes. Even on his knees, his physical presence towered over me. He started to jack-hammer me, hard, fast, animalistic. I was screaming. 70% pleasure, 30% pain. He was in full heat, I was just a hole to him. He was moaning loudly “fuck yes, you faggot!”. He sped up, I knew he was close. I could see his eyes go into a trance as he approached climax. “Beg for it, fag”. “Please cum inside me, please breed me, Master Luke”. The slapping sound of his thighs against my ass was deafening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum! FUCKKKKKK! It’s finally happening! He’s breeding me, balls deep. His eyes rolled back, and I could feel his dick pulsing as he released his life’s seed inside me. His DNA deep in my core. Fuck. I was in heaven.

He stayed inside me for a while. I could feel his dick go from hard to soft. “By the way, you’re not cumming. Fags don’t cum like men”, he said.

May I use the bathroom Master? I asked as I started to recover from the intense fucking I just received. “Sure, fag”. I reached for my clothes, and he asked me what I was doing. “No, fag. You don’t get to wear clothes, not until you leave”. “Oh fuck! But your flat mates are home”. “So? They just heard you screaming like a whore. You have nothing to be embarrassed about after that” he laughed.

I opened his bedroom door and walked towards to the bathroom, he followed standing in his doorway. His housemates were in the kitchen and come out to see what is going on. There I was, a naked, locked, blushing fag standing in the presence of 3 clothed men. “Wow Luke, you fuck like an animal”. They walk over to him and they high five, laughing and joking. Master Luke then asked them if they want a go with me. Filip was single, and Christian was in a long-distance relationship, so they are both desperate to fuck. I remembered my Master once saying to me “loch ist loch” (hole is hole) so I knew what was coming.

“Fuck it, I’ll grab a condom”, Filip said. “No need, you don’t need to worry about getting him pregnant, you can cum inside him”.

They lead me into the kitchen and my Master whispered into my ear “come on fag, make me proud”. I could feel my dicklet strain, this was going to be a great weekend.