Author's note: If you want me to continue this story or have any ideas, let me know in the comments. Enjoy the story.
This is a sequel to 'Room 14- Meeting my Master'. If you like you can read those for more information. All characters are over 18.
Becoming his
Since Julian became my master, my life had changed completely. I was no longer looking for strangers to please me. He was the one that was making me cum every week. My sex life used to be pretty chill for a gay guy, but now I had found myself looking at sex toys and leather outfits I could picture myself wearing. A red jockstrap or a leather harness were now on my Amazon wish list.
The only thing I didn't like about our relationship was that we couldn't meet as often as I wanted. He had a tight schedule as he was working full time for an investment company, as well as on the gym. Sometimes I would send him thirsty messages telling him how much I wished he was with me. Pounding me hard and bounding me to his bed. My body would react to those thoughts at night, yet I couldn't do anything aside from jerking off.
On the other hand, whenever I received a message from him. I would get super excited as I knew it was about to be a fun night. The last time we met was no exception...
I arrived at his place and closed the door behind me. As I walked down the narrow dim lit hall, my eyes looked for the door with the number 14 on it. Although it wasn't the first time I was there, I still felt butterflies on my stomach as I entered his room.
I knew better not to be late. So as soon as I got there I stripped down to my white undies and put on the choker that he had left on a chair. Looking down at the floor, I waited on my knees for him. The cool temperature of the room was making the soft blonde hairs of my arms raise. My heart was pounding on my pale chest as I heard his heavy footsteps coming closer.
"You're right on time, boy. Did you miss me?"
"Yes...master..."I replied softly. His deep voice was making me shiver already.
"I must say I've been looking forward to this all week" He admitted.
I smiled after he said that. My stupid mind made me think I was the only one, but I couldn't be sure of that.
"Stand up." He commanded standing a few inches from me.
On my feet, I could see my Master was wearing some leather pants and harness as a top. His heavy boots made him stand a few inches taller than he already was. With his right glove he caressed my freshly shaved face and smiled at me.
"I want to try some new things today..." He said nodding to something behind me.
My head turned around. I had noticed there was a table in the middle of the room next to the bed, but I missed the X-cross when I walked in. It was the first time that I'd seen a BDSM X-frame. It was wooden device to tight someone up, facing them or the cross. Your body was completely restrained in that contraption. Later I found out it was called a Saint Andrew's cross.
Master grabbed the ring on my collar and guided me towards the cross on the wall. It was a red and black wooden frame covered with some kind of leather. On each end of the cross there were some adjustable cuffs, secured to the frame by some chain.
With his nimble hands he restrained one wrist at a time and then separated my feet and secured them to the frame too. As soon as I heard the handcuffs click, I became restless. I realized I couldn't easily escape that situation. Not that I needed too, but to trust my master completely felt exhilarating. My body was now in a spreadeagle position, and he had access to my whole body.
He then brought something from the table. It was a chain with two clamps, one on each end. It had a small carabiner in the middle that he latched to my collar's ring. My master stepped back and contemplated my bound pale body, looking pleased. I could feel his lewd gaze examining restrained feet, up to my thick thighs that were spread in an uncomfortable position, my pale torso had almost no hair aside from some blond fur, all the way to my arms. He grabbed his bulged and I knew it was torture for him not to fuck me right away.
"Look at that body. You're beautiful..."
He came closer and began kissing me. His wet mouth tasted so good. I could feel his coarse two-day beard rubbing my face while we made out. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch. His hand caressed all my chest down, slowly getting down to my bulge. My cock was already making a tent in my briefs. He would just caress the tip of my cock over the cotton fabric, just enough stimulation to make it hard.
We continued making out while his right hand ventured to my left nipple. All of a sudden, I felt a stinging sensation. I looked down and a silver clamp was fastened to my chest. Master glanced at my face to see my reaction and carefully fastened the other one to my right nipple. I moaned at this new experience.
"Good boy...I'll make them a bit tighter; I think you can handle it..."
His strong hand slowly turned a wing screw in the tiny clamps.
"Fffuck...god..."I mustered will squirming in the cross. Chains were jangling from my
desperate movements.
Another turn at the right clamp and I was clenching my teeth while my body was shaking.
"That's it... It hurts but you can take it...I know you can..." He said caressing my bottom lip.
Who could have thought that such a tiny device would have me sweating like that.
Master's hand got in my briefs and grabbed my wet cock. He whipped it out and began playing with it. Jerking me off steadily. Everytime he rubbed the pink head with his strong fingers, my body would shudder. The chains on the cross jangled as I unconsciously pulled my arms trying to get a hold of my meat. It was driving me insane. I knew Master was enjoying this.
My glossy brown eyes looked at him pleading for mercy.
"You like this... don't you boy?" He whispered on my ear.
"Uh-huh... th..thank you master..." I replied enjoying the feeling of his leather glove against my now precum covered cock.
He continued rubbing my cock relentlessly. Together with his kisses and the clamps I felt like I could explode any minute... It was insane... I was panting almost naked on that cross while he hadn't even taken his gloves off to touch me, and yet he was driving me crazy.
I could feel my orgasm building up. My toes were curling as I felt my load about to shoot, when suddenly, he stopped.
"F..ffuck!..." I yelled shaking in the contraption. My hard rock cock was bouncing as he released it. He had taking me right at the edge of an orgasm.
Master Julian was laughing pleased. His green eyes were rejoicing in my suffering.
"You can't cum without my permission, remember?"
Sorry... Master..." I replied catching my breath. My body still twitching from getting so close to that sweet release.
He then pulled the clamps out and rubbed his index finger all over my pink skin. Sending waves of pleasure and pain down my body, everytime he touched me it.
"Look at how sensitive you have become."
Each stroke over my chest would make me jolt in pain and pleasure. My body was aching in so many new ways, I had forgotten about the strange position I was in.
After a few minutes of teasing, he released me from the handcuffs and took the clamps off my collar's ring. Each time he set one of my limbs free he made sure I had no marks and that I stretched a bit.
On all fours, Master guided me to a table in the middle of our sex room. It was a big piece of furniture covered in black pleather, it looked like two people could fit in there. There were three wooden steps on the floor that lead to the top of the table.
I got on top and waited on all four as he instructed me, my face facing the gray wall and my ass facing him.
"Good boy..." He praised caressing my back.
