Demanding Audience

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Disclaimer:

All characters in this story are 18 years old acting in their free will. The names of all characters have been altered to protect identities.

Story Background

Mike has written dozens of erotic stories and published them online. Over about a year, he has built a respectable reader base who are honest in their ratings and comments. Reader comments have helped Mike to improve his writing. The same comments have driven him to improve his writing by writing more chapters and further developing his characters.

As Mike continues to write new stories and chapters, he receives an interesting comment from one of his readers that was sent to him as a feedback email.

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It was a warm autumn Sunday morning, and I sat down with a cup of coffee at my office desk. I popped open my private email account and did a quick visual triage of my new messages.

"Literotica: Feedback for SmirkingBinky" caught my eye, so I opened it and read the short body of the message.

"I wanted you to know that your stories have a deep impact on me. Please keep writing, I enjoy it so much."

I enjoyed getting these messages (especially the positive ones). But feedback messages all came in anonymously, unless the reader explicitly added their name or contact information.

I typed up a quick response, "Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked the story. May I ask, what was it that caused you to write your note?"

I hit the "send" button and headed back to my text editor to continue working on one of my chapters. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound indicating I had a new email.

First Email with a Name

The email was from someone named KrisM from Gmail. I opened the email and started to read the body of the message:

"Mike,

Thanks for your quick response. I particularly liked the risky public nature of "Blowjobs by Bicycle." I also enjoyed how the lead character fell deeper and deeper into the depths of his lewd desires. Your descriptions were so vivid and accurate, it almost seemed like you were writing from recall. Did you, by chance, have an experience like this?"

Kris"

I paused after, I read the message somewhat amazed that the reader had accurately suspected that I was indeed writing from my own experience. In the case of "Blowjobs by Bicycle", the first two chapters were written from experience. The rest of the story embellished on my actual experiences.

After a few seconds, I decided how to reply:

"Kris,

You are very perceptive indeed. The first two chapters happened as I described them, and I was the guy on the bike. The rest of the story was embellished based on what I wished would have happened.

The same is true with some of my other stories as well. The first (and sometimes second) chapter(s) are true, but the rest of the story continues as fiction.

I hope this answers your question,

Mike"

I sent the email and returned to my other work at my computer. Within a few minutes, another email hit my inbox. It was another email from KrisM:

"Mike,

It's very exciting to me that you have had these experiences. It sounds to me like you have a strong urge for cock that must be satisfied on a regular basis. I don't know what state you call home, but I wish I was nearby to help you satisfy your urges on a regular basis. I think you would enjoy what I have to offer.

Kris"

After the text of the message, there were three pictures of a nice sized cock with a full pair of balls. The first pic was Kris's cock hanging between his legs. It looked long and thick. It was fully shaved, with two big balls hanging as ornaments.

The second pic was Kris's cock at full attention. He was holding it in hand, I estimated the length at about seven and a half inches. The final pic was a pic of his erect cock with a huge puddle of cum that was sprayed across his stomach and chest. It was a very hot picture that demonstrated how much cum his big balls could produce. My cock was instantly hard.

My hands shook as I typed out my reply:

"Kris,

That is a beautiful cock! I would enjoy having it on a regular basis to satisfy the urge I get for cock. As you know from my stories, I love to be an enthusiastic bottom for masculine men who know what they want and enjoy taking it. It is not very likely we are close by, but just in case, I am sending you my zip code to see if meeting face to face is a possibility.

Best,

Mike"

I attached three pictures to see if Kris was interested. All three were nude body pics that were nearly full length but didn't disclose my face. It would allow Kris to see the front and back of my naked body and help him decide if I was attractive to him. I pressed send and waited for a response.

The response was almost immediate:

"I'm 40 miles away. You should visit."

I couldn't believe that Kris was so close. I wondered what he would do if I did visit. Would he expect that I act like the hyperbolic character in my stories? I didn't know if I could live up to that expectation.

I decided to ask him directly:

"Kris,

If I did visit, what would you like to do together?"

I hit send and waited for a reply. Kris responded in real time:

"My home is on 70 acres and is very private. You will leave your clothes in the car and knock on my front door when you arrive. I will let you inside and you will do whatever I ask you to do.

If you accept these terms, we can proceed.

If not, there is no need to respond."

I couldn't believe how quickly this email exchange had escalated. If I replied, I would be tacitly agreeing to giving Kris a blank check on my body. I would be agreeing to do whatever he asked me to do.

I was pretty sure if I started asking more questions, he'd likely just stop replying and move on with his day. I was incredibly excited but also a little nervous.

I took a breath and typed in my response:

"When?"

I hit send and waited for his reply. It arrived in seconds:

"Good boy,

Today at 2 p.m. sharp.

Don't disappoint me,

Master"

Kris dropped a pin indicating the exact location of his home.

"What the fuck?" I said under my breath, "He's calling himself Master?"

I wondered if Kris was experienced with domination or if this was a casual use of the word used to elevate the dynamic between us. Either way, I had just agreed to show up at his front door, naked, and the follow his commands without limits.

The clock on my wall said 11:15 A.M., it would take me almost an hour to get to Kris's place, meaning I'd need to leave a little after 1 P.M. I had a little less than two hours to get ready and hit the road.

I decided to send a confirmation email:

"Master,

See you at 2 p.m.

boy"

My hands were again shaking with excitement as I looked at the email. I wondered if I should lean into the Master/boy dynamic the way I did. Maybe I shouldn't indicate I am that willing, I thought.

"You should really think about this," the voice in my head screamed, "For all you know, this guy could be an axe murderer."

My desire for cock was once again overpowering my logical mind. I didn't even know what Kris's face looked like. I didn't care, I just needed to be used by a masculine top. I hadn't had any cock in nearly two months, and I was out of my mind with pent up lust.

Without further hesitation, I pressed "send".

I was now committed to being there at 2 p.m. I finished my coffee and headed up to get ready. I was so horny that I took all my will to keep myself from jacking off. My head was spinning with ideas about what Kris would ask me to do for him as my new Master.

Meeting Master for the First Time

In the blink of an eye, it was 1 p.m. and I was about to head to the car to make the trip to meet my new Master. Even though it was mid-September, the temperature was still in the upper seventies.

I threw on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt, nothing else. I figured that I'd be leaving them in the car anyway so why overdress. I picked up a pill bottle off my dresser and popped one of the blue pills inside. I liked to take Viagra recreationally to ensure I stayed hard even if I had an orgasm or two.

The 100mg dose I took was certain to keep me hard well into the evening if need be. The nearly 1-hour drive would give the pill plenty of time to kick in. When I knocked on his front door, I knew my cock would be rock hard and sticking out like a flagpole.

After all, nothing says "I'm an enthusiastic bottom" like a naked guy with a hard on at your front door. I grabbed my license and a credit card out of my wallet and put them in the front pocket of my flimsy running shorts. I wanted to be prepared in case I got pulled over of if I needed to buy gas or anything during my trip. I walked out to my garage, hopped in my car and entered Kris's address into my phone for directions. I started the engine and backed into the street.

As I put my black SUV in drive, the reality of the situation set in.

"Are you really going to show up at this strange man's house naked, and agree to grant all of his wishes," my logical mind asked my perverted mind.

I was so horny, I didn't even hesitate to ponder my impulsive actions. I turned out of my neighborhood and made my way to the freeway. Kris's house was about 40 miles due west of the city. It was an easy drive once I made it to highway 7 westbound; from there it was a quick 30 minute drive at highway speeds.

After about 15 minutes, I could clearly feel the Viagra kicking in. My cock had a hair trigger. Every time I moved in my seat, the silky fabric of my running shorts would brush across the sensitive cock head, causing me to become partially erect.

"God don't let me get pulled over," I thought to myself as I looked at my speed.

I set the cruise control to five miles over the limit and moved to the right lane. It was better that I got there on-time without a ticket then to rush and get pulled over. I tried to keep my mind on the road as I took the exit on to HWY 7 west.

As I cruised along at 70, I watched the suburbs pass by. Soon, I was clearly exiting the edge of the suburbs and entering a more rural setting. I still passed through small towns, but they were separated by large swaths of farmland. My phone was telling me my ETA was 1:57 p.m. I would be right on time.

My heart was in my throat as the clock on my dash rolled to 1:55. I would be there in a few minutes. There were no houses in sight, just row after row of soybeans waiting to be harvested. It was clear that Kris's house would be very private indeed. I was concerned that it might be so remote that nobody would even know if I was being murdered and buried somewhere in a desolate farm field.

My phone indicated I would arrive at my destination by taking the next left turn. I assumed it was the driveway into Kris's home. I could see the mailbox on the left ahead. I signaled my turn, looked in my review, and slowed my speed to make my turn. There was no one else on the road but me.

I pulled down the long dirt road, past fields and through a small forest. On the other side of the trees, the road emerged from the trees and I could see the small rambler surrounded by three outbuildings.

The outbuildings included a large barn, and two smaller equipment sheds. The barn was by far the largest structure on the land. It was about 100 yards behind the house to the right as I approached. There was an F150 parked next to the house, by the garage. I pulled up and parked in the shade about 30 feet from the front door.

Making the Leap into Submission

I sat in my SUV and double checked the address to ensure I was at the right house. Nothing would be more embarrassing than knocking on the wrong farmhouse door. I verified the address for the third time and sat for a second with the engine running and the air conditioning on. I shut off the engine and opened the windows, letting in the fresh, verdant air of the farmland that surrounded me.

I kicked off my flip flops and put them on the seat next to me. Next, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, folded it and set it on the seat as well. Finally, I slid my shorts down to my feet and let them fall off onto the floor. Then I picked them up and set them on top of my shirt. I sat totally naked in my SUV working up my nerve to walk up to the front door.

I reached down to stroke my cock to full attention so that it would be rock hard when I knocked. Within a few short strokes, I was rock hard and ready to make my way to the door. The Viagra was at full strength; I knew that this hard on was going to last for at least the entire afternoon. I opened the door to my SUV and stepped out onto the warm gravel beneath my feet.

I looked up at the house as I closed the driver's door of my SUV. I was looking to see if anyone was watching me from inside. I saw no indication that anyone was watching. It didn't even look like anyone was home. The entire farm was very quiet; only the sound of wind and birds interrupted the silence of the country air.

My heart was pounding in my throat as I made the 30-foot walk to the front door. My erect cock was swinging back and forth with each step. I was completely exposed to this stranger; my clothes were now over 15 feet away from me. Once I got to the door and knocked there would be no going back.

I walked up the two small steps that led to the front door of the rambler. I stood there for a second, then I opened the screen door and knocked on the wooden door behind it. I waited for a few seconds, and nobody answered. I wondered if I should turn and leave, but I decided to knock one more time. I pulled open the screen door and knocked again on the wooden door behind it. I let the screen door close and stood there waiting for another few seconds.

I was about to turn and walk away as the door opened and a sturdy looking man opened the door. He was about six feet tall, with broad shoulders. His head was shaved, but he had three days of stubble. What I noticed most were his piercing blue eyes. He looked me up and down without speaking; letting me stand there, naked, in the awkward silence.

"Did you come her to be my cunt?" he asked, with an expressionless face.

"Yes, Sir," I answered looking down at my feet.

"Good, why don't you walk to the barn and bend yourself over the wooden sawhorse you find there," he started, "You'll find some lines with loops in them to put your hands in," he continued.

"Put our hands in the loops and pull back, they will cinch tight as you do," he explained, "I will meet you out there in a few minutes."

The man I assumed was Kris closed the door in my face and left me standing there. I turned and started making my way to the barn. It was a little more than 100 yards to the barn. The gravel on the road kind of irritated my bare feet. Being totally naked in public turned me on to a level I hadn't experienced before. I enjoyed the risk of being discovered.

I could see that the barn doors were open. As I approached, I could see that it was much darker inside due to the shade. As I made my way inside the barn, I could see the sawhorse near the middle of the structure surrounded by hay bales and equipment. As I got closer, it became clear what I was supposed to do.

The wrist loops were at each end of the sawhorse, lengthwise. I bent myself over the top bar of the sawhorse and tried to reach each of the loops with my hands. If I extended myself fully and tipped myself all the way forward on the sawhorse, I could get my hands through the loops. Once I did, I started to pull back slowly. As I did, I could feel the knots in each loop adjust, making the loop tighter and tighter.

I paused for a second wondering if I really wanted to leave myself this vulnerable to the stranger. If I did, I would be bent over, naked, on the sawhorse leaving my mouth and ass both at cock level. I would have no control once I restrained myself in the self-adjusting loops. The top board of the sawhorse was rough and hard, and it dug into my hips.

At first, my erect cock rubbed against the top board until I managed to get it to slide underneath. I wiggled around until I was in the least uncomfortable position, then pulled my hands back until I was fully restrained.

Naked and Restrained

I waited for Kris in the shadowy interior of the barn. I was bent over the wooden sawhorse with my feet on the dirt floor. The longer I waited the more my mind ran wild with apprehension.

"What the fuck have you done to yourself," my rational mind screamed, "you've hogtied yourself like a sacrificial animal!"

I started to worry that my overactive libido had put me in a position that might have long term consequences I never intended to bear. Five minutes passed and I was still waiting for Kris to arrive in the barn. The anticipation was building to an uncomfortable level, and my body was starting to ache from being hogtied against the hard wooden sawhorse.

"Look at you; You worthless cunt," I heard a deep voice say from the barn door behind me, "you tied yourself up just like I told you to."

I looked between my legs and saw the lower half of my new Master approaching. His legs were naked except for a pair of boots that added almost 3 inches to his height. His cock was swinging between his legs as he approached. I could only see his body from his feet to his abdomen because of my position. I assumed he too was naked except for his boots.

"Today, we're going to teach you to be the perfect cunt," he said, matter-of-factly, "You've tied yourself in a position that makes you useful for now. I am going to take what I want, over and over," he hissed.

"Here are the rules," he continued, "When I address you, you reply 'Yes Master', do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I replied.

"Good cunt," he acknowledged, "Now, if at any time my cock isn't inside you, you should say 'Please may I have more cock, Master,' do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I replied.

"And?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say, so I hesitated.

"Smack!"

A wooden paddle hit my ass.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

"Smack!"

Again, the paddle hit my ass.

"Say it!" he bellowed.

"Please may I have more cock!" I shouted, assuming that's what he wanted me to say since it was the only thing I hadn't said.

"Now you're getting it," Master said calmly.

"Please may I have more cock," I repeated, assuming more was better and wanting to avoid the pain of the paddle.

Master walked around in front of me and held his cock out an inch from my mouth. It was fully erect and all of the seven and a half inches he claimed. He inched it forward until I could smell his musk. He smelled clean like he had just showered, but with the heat and humidity of the day, he was still sending off powerful pheromones.

"Open wide, cunt," he said quietly.

"Yes, Sir," I answered and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

Master inserted his cock head into my mouth. Then, he grabbed my head with both hands and started driving his cock deep into my throat. I struggled against my restraints and gagged but I couldn't stop his abrupt assault on my throat.

"All the way, cunt," he moaned as he shoved his cock further into my glottis, "I expect you to take all of this cock on the first try."

I had deepthroated cock before, but never like this. I wasn't a willing participant here; I was literally just a wet hole Master was using to bring himself to orgasm. His shaft was into my throat, but he was not all the way down.

"C'mon, you whore, take it!" he bellowed, as he stood up on his toes trying to force his cock down my throat.