My name is derek, master julius’ slave
-And now, Julius, when your dick has recovered, I’m gonna give you my first blowjob.
-Hope you also enjoy, Derek, my love, for that’s something you’ve never done.
-But I love you, Julius. And my first blowjob will not be as your slave but as your boyfriend for I want you to feel my love.
And taking into account that he was facing me then with a totally hard cock, all I had to do is swallowing it at once not letting our small conversation go on.
The moment it was in my mouth, I only wanted to be good for him, and hoped I was not being awkward, but I so much loved him that the taste made me shudder, it was so damn good! I should have sucked a cock years before. It was true I never had any suspicion that I could be into boys but now it was magic to know I’d suck Julius’ dick every day, and I hoped it was not only once a day. I asked him what he was feeling.
-Derek, my love, you’re being so wonderful that I almost feel like crying noticing how deep you love me. I’m aware now how the motions of a tongue can express love.
-Only my first blowjob, but I love you, Julius and I hope you’re always sure of such important fact and hope you always allow your slave and also your boyfriend, to have you often burning in the flames of fun.
The blowjob went on for ten more minutes. Julius’ sweetness went on for he often stopped the blowjob to kiss my mouth, and was all the time taking fire to my whole body with the way he touched. At last I could feel it! It was a delicious first stream that I could drink from his cock.
Now he told me we could have dinner. He had prepared a vichyssoise. It made no sense to put our clothes on now, so we dined naked. It was then that I asked him about his job, I hadn’t asked him so far, how stupid of me! He was an engineer and had a morning shift, just as me in the bar I worked. He gave me then a spare key. Since both of us worked in the morning, we could always meet again at about three p.m. I was also a good cook and some days it would be me preparing lunch, other days it would be him.
And finally we went to bed and I asked my love to fuck me again. I so liked now Julius’ dick inside me. But this time he didn’t make it painful. It was also great to be fucked tenderly. And tender would also be the new blowjob he’d give me later. Now both of us had cum and decided to sleep for the first time cuddled up together.
That’s how we started a couple that still goes on. I used to call him Julius almost all day, for he was mainly my boyfriend, but sometimes a day I called him master Julius or just sir, so he knew I still desired to be his slave. It’s not easy to balance a relationship having a boyfriend and at the same time a master, but we managed. He was always sweet to me but also always knew that I sometimes needed pain, even strong pain, so he compromised to ballbusting once every two months but added that he would only hammer my balls once a year. I agreed but told him to suggest some new painful games and he told me about fisting.
And I thought, why not? I was fucked every day, painfully in the afternoons and sweetly every night in bed, so I thought my ass was prepared for his fist and I wanted to know one new pain I had never lived and thought would again take me to delirium, so one afternoon I was finally ready to be fisted. Again I lied totally nude on that very stretcher he had used before with me for the hammering.
He didn’t start softly but inserted three of the fingers of his right hand at once. I started moaning for I was feeling a new pain I had never dreamt of before. So again I wanted to have common sense but I wanted to know this sexual act to the end and urged him please to continue.
Instantly the pain was greater when I suddenly felt his whole hand inside me and he asked me whether he should continue all the time kissing me strongly and touching me all over with love.
-Please, master Julius, you know I love you, but you also know I’m extreme and this is the derek you’ve fallen in love with. Go on, Sir.
And he went on, making me reach ecstasy the more he was moving his arm inside me. But soon it was also his forearm and the more intense the pain, the more I wanted to be fisted. I soon started to love having a fist in my ass much more than any other pain I could have felt before, much more than being hammered, much more than being fucked. Seeing me so happy, Julius told me we could certainly repeat as often as I wanted and I nodded. Finally after an hour of supreme pain and supreme pleasure, I came and came in buckets of cum and he couldn’t help but cum too telling me that looking at his boyfriend’s face cumming with extreme pains turned him on so much that he always came without touching himself.
After a year living together and sure now that our couple was solid, one morning that I didn’t have to work, don’t remember why, I went to a tattooer and he worked on my chest.
Once home I faced Julius and told him.
-I’ve got a surprise, Julius, my love.
-Oh what can it be? It’s not my birthday today.
And then I took off my shirt. He could finally see what I had got tattooed: it was clearly visible, this was written: M. Julius.
-It shows that I belong to you, that I’ll always belong to you. The M. is of course for master so it can be read Master Julius, cause I’ll always be your slave, just as I’m sure I’m your boyfriend and want to spend the rest of my life with you, my love. But since we often go together to the beach, for instance, it wouldn’t be sensible to have “Master” tattooed. So you know the M. is for Master, but for anyone looking it could stand for Michael Julius, for instance.
-Oh how I love you, Derek, every day a bit more. Thanks for this unexpected gift. And now, my love, tell me what you want for now.
-Since in the afternoons you fuck me painfully, hammer my ass again with your hot dick, M. Julius.
So I used to call him only Julius, or Master Julius, or just M. Julius. In fact sometimes on the beach, he told people that his name was Michael Julius, for no one ever knows we’re also a master and a slave. And eleven years later we still love each other and live together. I’m so happy now that one day I met him.
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