Master Eric

Isn’t peculiar how a strange gift may sometimes emerge from a beautiful wrapping. Bearing in mind that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Erik was packaged magnificently. I had always found mega masculinity intoxicating, and Erik was ultra-butch. Most people with ‘sexual-orientation paralysis,’ would find it very difficult to believe he was gay. He had the brooding demeanour of a hardliner, with dark hair and dark eyes. Erik was one person you simply did not want to look for shit with. There was a rumour that a former lover of his had been hospitalized years before, after a beating by Erik, but that was never fully substantiated.

We were part of the same circle of acquaintances and a couple named Phillip and Roddy were our common denominators. Roddy and I did business together. P & R, as they were referred to, regularly had manic parties at their home. After the bulk of their guests, ‘not in the know’ had left one of their gatherings, things got pretty hectic afterward and their fuck parties were legendary. I was, ‘in the know but not interested,’ and always left their functions at an appropriate time.

This is where I first met Erik. Hot as he was, I always extricated myself from his company ASAP. I was intrigued by him and had heard that he was unbelievable in the bedroom, but he frightened me. At all the P & R gatherings Erik always had a subservient partner at his side, which always treated Eric with deference, almost as if fearful of him.

A month or so later, I was sitting at a gay bar one Saturday evening when I felt a tap on my back. When I turned Erik stood before me.

“Alone at last,” he said, as he tweaked one of my nipples. He was fully attired in black, wearing a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, and black jeans. Looking as rough as always Erik’s malevolent eyes bore into me. “Can I buy you another beer Wesley?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, as I glugged the last drop from the bottle I had been nursing. Leaning into me with his crotch rubbing my knee, he ordered two more beers.

Handing me my beer he asked, “Why do you always avoid me at P & R’s parties?”

“Well you always have company,” I said, making a lame excuse.

“You also never stay on at the parties. Aren’t we good enough for you?” He inquired.

“I just don’t do the group thing, Erik, it’s not my scene,” I responded.

After observing me for a long while he said “You know I’m going to fuck you tonight,” as he tweaked my other nipple slightly harder. “Time to find out what you’ve been missing,” he continued smiling salaciously.

Again grinding his crotch into my knee he gripped the back of my head and kissed me hard. Finally breaking apart he challenged me, “Are you up for some tough love?” he asked before lustfully licking my mouth. I was almost beside myself with horniness. Frightened as I was, my arse was twitching in anticipation.

‘One night,’ I thought to myself, ‘what the fuck, it’s just one night!’

I had walked to the bar from my apartment earlier and soon we were in his pickup on the way to his smallholding.

Once there, we stood around talking as we consumed our beers. Out of the blue he commanded, “Time to fuck.”

I was then led by the arm to his bedroom. As we began stripping Erik only got better looking. His body was magnificent and his cock was more than respectable. Walking to his cupboard Erik retrieved a studded leather harness that he put on. He then placed two studded leather bands around his wrists, before finally pulling a leather skullcap over his head. Only his nose, mouth, and ears were visible once the cap was on. Erik then approached me before put an identical skullcap on my head, before a thick studded dog collar was placed around my neck.

I was becoming very nervous and asked, “This isn’t going to be too hectic, is it Erik?”

Leaning in he bit me on my ear. “Two things you should know baby, firstly I’m Master Erik, and secondly, a bitch does as he is told. Slaves don’t make requests or have opinions. Are we clear on that?” he growled.

“Yes Master Erik,” I replied, petrified.

“Now it’s time to teach you some manners,” he said sitting on the bed and pulling my body onto him, with my legs on either side of his left knee. With my torso held down by his left hand, his right hand began spanking me. I began to yelp as the intensity of the spanks escalated to my delight and I was astonished by how powerful he was. Much as I flailed, his vicelike grip held me firmly.

Pausing for a few seconds, he said, “I always thought you were a snooty little bitch. Tonight I’m going to purge all the ‘high and mighty’ shit out of you and you’ll be tamed for good. You can scream as much as you like, but out here nobody will hear you… Besides, I like a noisy bitch and I am going to make sure you make a lot of noise.”

“Please Erik, please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded.

“Who are you addressing?” He yelled.

“Please, sir… I mean Master Erik,” I countered meekly, intrigued by his actions. Grabbing me by the dog collar, he dragged my body onto the bed on my stomach. Sitting on my torso he pulled two restraints from either side of his headboard, before securing my wrist tightly. Additional restraints were then placed around each of my ankles, spread-eagling me on his bed.

As he walked to his cupboard he snarled, “I am going to teach you never to disrespect my name with your cheek ever again.” With a backward glance, I saw him approaching with a thick leather belt.

‘Oh fuck’ I thought, ‘what have I let myself in for.’ I heard a swishing sound followed by a slap, and then a stinging sensation. The fucking pain was unbelievable.

“No,” I cried, “Please Nooo,” I pleaded again, but the punishment just went on and on. I started pissing myself with ecstasy, which drove him to greater heights. Crying out, sobbing, and pleading, I begged for mercy.

“You’ve pissed on my bed you sissy,” he screamed as his arm methodically pounded my arse. Finally, he stopped as my body heaved in delirious agony. I then observed him moving back to his cupboard. I went into shock as he pulled a massive ribbed dildo out of his cupboard.

“Time to open you up properly you prissy bitch,” he said as approached me. I thanked goodness as he began smearing lube on the huge object and on my backside. Wedging the tip of the dildo in my hole I felt the pressure begin to build. Pushing in further and further my manhole began to dilate as the dildo forced me open more and more.

After my whipping, I wasn’t sure what was hurting more, my hole or my butt cheeks. As the huge dildo plunged ever deeper I began howling.

“Scream for daddy you bitch, fuck yeah, scream… scream you fucking bitch!” Erik yelled as he began pumping my sphincter with the thick sex-toy.

Pulling it out a while later Erik delightfully proclaimed, “Fuck yeah… look at that gaping hole. Fuck me, that’s awesome, you bitch, fuck yeah!” before the object then got plunged straight back into me as the hammering escalated.

“Please,” I begged in a prolonged howl.

“Louder bitch… scream louder!” Erik responded as I shrieked in compliance. Pulling the dildo out, Erik jumped onto my back and plunged his cock straight into me. As he fucked me manically he began slapping my face. “Where your manners slut… Why aren’t you thanking me?” Erik yelled.

“Thank you, sir,” I whimpered, as he alternated between slapping and stabbing my butt.

“I didn’t hear you bitch,” he said in a threatening voice.

“Thank you, sir,” I haltingly gasped louder. Erik then really got into full stride and on outstretch arms, commenced bouncing on me frenziedly.

“Aaargh,” Erik growled as he bred my traumatized butt. Slumping onto me after, Erik panted in my ear.

We lay like that for some time before he got up proclaiming, “The time for your final subjugation has arrived.” As Erik began lubricating his hand and arm, I went into a state of shock. Within a minute four of his fingers were churning in my backside. When his knuckles broke through I thought my life had ended. As he began agitating his hand I was gasping in panic. His attack was controlled at first, but before long my arse was being punch-fucked.

In, out, in, out, on and on, he opened me. My gasps and groans turned into grunts as he pulverized my butt hole. His horny moans of approval were totally animalistic. Upon retracting his arm, Erik again jumped onto me and humped the hell out of my backside. When he was done he left the room and I fell asleep from the sheer exhaustion of my ordeal shortly after.

When I awoke in the morning I found that I had been untied and was alone on the bed. Ten minutes later Erik entered the room announcing that breakfast was ready.

I followed him through to the dining room and soon we were enjoying a wonderful meal. After asking me about my plans for the day, I fabricated a story about having been invited out for lunch.

An hour later I was relieved to be back in my apartment. For the next two days my backside felt like it had come off second best in a heavyweight boxing contest. Strangely, as the following week wore on I kept thinking about Erik. An even stranger fact was that when I did so, I got a hard-on.

As I sat in the bar the following Saturday evening I observed him entering. I was about to bale, but before I could even think of doing so he stood before me. I lowered my eyes in submission. Lifting my head with his thumb and his first finger he asked, “Hello Wes, did you think about me this week?”

“Yes,” I replied, feebly.

“Good, and did you get a stiffy when you thought about me?” he inquired. I nodded a pathetic yes.

“It’s not always going to be so hectic, but I had to break you in,” he retorted. Again, I nodded.

“Let’s have a few more beers and head back to my place,” he concluded. 

As I sat in his pickup next to him I had a knot in my stomach and a hard-on in my pants…