Come and fuck me, Master.

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It was a Friday evening at the beginning of last month. A series of life changes had left me feeling rather depressed. My friends and classmates were all busy, and besides, there were some very personal things I couldn't easily confide in anyone. Adding to this, I was burning with desire; I really wanted a handsome guy I liked to play with. I wasn't afraid of being laughed at. These days, I was completely infatuated with the currently popular entertainment newcomer, Li Xueqing, thinking he was the epitome of perfection. I often fantasized about living under his tyranny (sorry, my Xueqing master, you can punish me however you want, haha!). But that wasn't reality. For someone as timid as me who dared not cross that line, the only solution was to seek temporary comfort online.
That day, there seemed to be a lot of people online. I entered with the nickname "BJ Sunny Handsome Slave," looking around for a suitable "master" to chat with, when a message appeared in the chat room:
"I'm your father!"
It was sent by someone named "18-year-old master - charging." I was stunned, thinking, "A little kid wants money? Who does he think he is!" So I decided to ignore him.
"I'm not a male prostitute. I charge you because you're my lowly son, and you should be dutiful to your father. I enjoy toying with men, especially my older sons. I'll make them expose their most despicable side, forcing them to submit to my evil from the depths of their hearts. By the way, Dad is 187cm tall, weighs 92kg, and loves basketball and swimming; I'm a swimmer at a sports university."
I was drawn to his self-introduction. First, it was direct, but not shallow. And second, I felt he possessed an innate confidence, which was exactly the quality I admired in a master. Besides, my favorite male physique is that of a swimmer—muscular but not rigid, with defined lines but not overly sculpted. Remember Wu Peng, the Chinese male swimmer at last year's Asian Games? He was only 15, but his physique was already quite impressive. Let me tell you, I was completely captivated by that young man back then. So, this "master" said he was 18 and a swimmer. I suddenly felt a sense of anticipation. So I decided to continue the conversation.
"Is everything you said true?"
"Daddy never lies!"
"But why are you taking money?"
"I told you, you little bastard, I'm your daddy!"
Seeing his insults, my face flushed red. There was a sense of humiliation, yet also a strange, inexplicable pleasure in being humiliated.
"I haven't even said I'd be your slave yet!"
"You'll agree! Call me daddy, call me..."
Even though I knew he couldn't hear me, I inexplicably called out twice to the screen. Afterwards, I smiled foolishly.
"I did!"
"Good, you lowly son! Tell daddy what you look like?"
"175cm, 65kg, 25 years old. Not bad looking!"
"Good, a little short, but acceptable!"
I pouted at the screen, thinking, even sellers are so picky! But for some reason, that was exactly the kind of domineering master I envisioned. If a master always catered to his slave, it would be meaningless. So I still wanted to continue talking to him; after all, up until now, he really fascinated me.
"Do you have a photo? Can I see it?" To avoid making him feel distrustful, I added, "Of course, I'm willing to send you my photo too!" (I'm such a good slave, aren't I, hehe!)
He readily agreed and gave me his email address, which I did as well. Within a minute, I received his photo.
He looked slightly older than 18, perhaps because of his athletic background, more like his early 20s. He looked energetic, with a buzz cut, and skin that wasn't fair but not dark either, like many male swimmers. What excited me was his clean, smooth face and well-defined lips. His eyes weren't large, single-lidded, but very bright, with thick, dark eyebrows and a prominent Adam's apple. Since it was a half-body shot, I could only tell he was wearing a sports t-shirt, which vaguely hinted at his muscular physique.
In short, I must say, the young man in the photo was very pleasing to the eye. He was vibrant, sunny, and full of energy; imagining his 187cm height was already quite captivating. However, upon closer inspection, I couldn't discern anything evil about him!
"I saw you, you're handsome, but I didn't see anything evil about you! Is that really you?"
"Nonsense, of course it's me. Can you wear an evil look on your face? That's only when I'm playing with a slave, silly boy, you look very well-behaved! So refined!"
"Do you play often? How did you become gay?"
"Strictly speaking, I prefer fucking women. Generally, I don't fuck men, I just like to ravage them, to conquer them. Imagine these handsome men, older than me, kneeling respectfully at my feet, eagerly waiting for my commands, calling me 'daddy, daddy' over and over again—how satisfying! Of course, if they're particularly outstanding, and I'm in a good mood, I'll also take my dick and fuck them. So I don't consider myself gay, at most bisexual. The most exciting thing is playing with a couple at the same time, fucking, that feeling, imagine fucking a grown man's wife in front of him, even making him lick her at the same time, and then imagine ravaging a woman's husband in front of her, haha, it's indescribably great. I've played with a couple a few times!"
"You seem very experienced!"
"Haha, there are too many sluts in this world! Just like you!"
Being insulted by him was a unique feeling, a servility surging in my blood.
"Want Daddy to play with you?"
He waited for my answer. To be honest, I really wanted to, but a sense of distrust made me cautiously ask:
"Is that really you in the photo?"
"Don't believe me? Fine, when I go to your place, if it's not you, you don't have to open the door. By the way, do you have a place? I don't have a place, so my son provides the accommodations."
"I live alone. What will you do? I'm afraid there are some things I can't accept. I've never done this before!"
"As for what I will do, I can't tell you, that's what makes it exciting. You can tell me what you can't accept the most, that's fine, don't worry! I'll make you feel amazing..."
"Don't eat shit, and, especially violent things..."
"Understood! By the way, how about 11:30 tomorrow morning? Tell me your address. Let's make this clear: once I get there, you must give me 800 yuan with the utmost sincerity of a son. Think carefully about how to do it, or Dad will punish you. Oh, and you need to buy some bread for the house, the kind with a yellowish crust. Also, clean the house thoroughly; I like clean places! Good son, make lunch and wait for Dad to discipline you! From the moment I walk through the door, you must know that you are a slave, a son, and I am your father!"
After saying goodnight, we logged off simultaneously. Strangely, when saying goodnight, I naturally wrote, "Goodnight, Dad!"
The night passed without further ado. On Saturday, I got up early and cleaned the house thoroughly, like a housewife. Then I went to the bakery and bought the bread my master wanted. On the way back, I kept thinking, what does he need bread for?
Then I started cooking. In the midst of the busyness, I surprisingly felt quite capable, and in no time, I had prepared a table full of dishes. I had some spare ribs and mashed potatoes... then I cooked rice, and when I looked at the clock, it was only 11 o'clock, so I decided to take a shower. I started to feel a little panicked, worried that my 18-year-old master might find me repulsive. I don't know if this is a common feeling among slaves, but that's how I felt. I tried my best to present myself in the best possible light. So I carefully washed myself clean, feeling the same excitement and anxiety that concubines feel before being favored by the emperor.
...
Time ticked by, and I waited, my heart pounding. It was 11:40, and still nothing.
The doorbell rang, its sound startling me in the silence. I rushed to the door and peeked through the peephole. It was him, it really was him! I trembled, my face flushed, and opened the door in fear.
He stood there, casually dressed in a black tight-fitting t-shirt and faded jeans, revealing his youthful, muscular physique. He wasn't exaggerating his height; his 187cm frame stood like a towering sculpture before me, at only 175cm. I was enveloped in his youthful aura, radiating boundless power and energy, and suddenly felt an indescribable pressure, a dizzying sense of being enveloped. I stood there for a moment, noticing a hint of displeasure on his handsome face. I felt I had been disrespectful and quickly stepped aside to let him in.
He completely ignored the slippers I offered, merely wiping the soles on the doormat before calmly entering, tossing his small backpack onto the sofa, and settling down, leaning back lazily.
I panicked, unsure what to do next, my hands twisting nervously between my fingers. I was completely at a loss in front of this boy, seven years my junior!
He ignored me, quietly lighting a cigarette. I quickly placed the ashtray from under the coffee table in front of him, then stood before him, somewhat timidly. I didn't know what I was afraid of him for, but I trembled slightly under his rather intimidating gaze. He exhaled a puff of smoke, the unintentional gesture exuding a captivating masculine charm. I couldn't believe an 18-year-old boy could possess such mature sex appeal, and my heart pounded—this was my master, and I would be his slave!
That thought excited me!
"Do you know why your master is unhappy? Hmm? What did you do wrong?"
My master's words surprised me, for his voice was so mature, a deep, resonant baritone, not at all like that of an 18-year-old. I was somewhat mesmerized, failing to notice his imposing presence.
"Hmm?" My master became even more stern!
"I…I don't know!" I truly didn't know. He had just arrived, and what could I have done wrong in the meantime? Oh, right! I quickly took out the money I had prepared from the envelope and handed it over.
My master didn't take it; without any warning, he forcefully swept me down to my knees with a thud. The sharp pain in my knees almost made me collapse onto his lap.
I suddenly understood. Before logging off yesterday, he had said that our master-slave relationship began the moment I entered the room, and I had to treat him like a slave.
I forced back tears from the pain, moved my knees forward slightly, and respectfully touched the envelope with both hands, pleading, "Father, this is a gift from your son. Please accept it. I was wrong just now; I was ignorant and made you angry. Please forgive me!" Then, like a dog, I prostrated myself before him and kowtowed. Then
I stood up, went to the door, and took out a pair of slippers, neatly placing them in front of my 18-year-old master's feet. Then, very meekly, I lifted his feet, intending to help him take off his shoes. My master wasn't cooperating. I looked up at him, and saw him reach out and pinch my face, squeezing hard. I felt pain. Then, he took a drag of his cigarette, and his young, handsome face covered mine. His sharply defined, sexy lips pressed against mine, the heat and the aroma of tobacco making me dizzy. I couldn't breathe, intoxicated by the invasion of his domineering lips. The delicate flesh combined with the strength unique to an 18-year-old boy made me feel like I was dying of pleasure. I squinted, surrendering myself to his grasp. His tongue was slippery and powerful, giving me no chance to defend myself, thrusting hard into my mouth. His wet tongue ravaged my flesh, and his saliva, mixed with the smell of smoke, slowly overflowed into my mouth. Like a thirsty ascetic in the desert, I swallowed all of his saliva as if it were sweet nectar.
I was about to suffocate! My master's breath smelled so good; I loved that scent, so I breathed in greedily! My master seemed very satisfied with my cooperation at this moment. He released me, his piercing gaze seeming to burn me to ashes.
"Help Daddy take off his shoes, with your cute little mouth!"
Passion made him slightly breathless. I looked up into his intimidating eyes. This 18-year-old student made me submit; he possessed an innate, noble air that irresistibly drew me to his submission. Before him, I felt so small, as if I were born only to kneel before him, obey his commands, and do anything to please him. I had longed for a man who might not be exceptionally handsome, but possessed a certain charisma—an air of absolute superiority, of being the only one worthy of respect. I never imagined I would be fortunate enough to meet such a man in real life—this tall, 18-year-old boy. Besides his age, his imposing physique truly fulfilled my fantasy of a master from my dreams. 187cm, 92kg, a perfect physique—this 18-year-old boy was like a god, irresistible to me!
My master!
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…
I cried out in my heart!
My master's command is law, and I lifted his foot. He was wearing a pair of expensive Nike high-top sneakers, blue with white trim, very stylish. I parted my lips, biting the shoelaces with my teeth, and slowly began to untie them… My thin lips rubbed against the surface of his shoes, my nose inhaling the strong scent of sweaty feet emanating from his white socks inside, feeling incredibly aroused. My innate submissiveness made me feel completely aroused, and my lower body began to react strongly. I got hard, my penis feeling uncomfortable in my underwear!
This was a new discovery for me. Before, when reading SM novels, I felt I couldn't accept using my mouth for such things, thinking it was dirty, but now I found myself enjoying it. I know this is perhaps because I've developed a sense of worship for this tall master, so I'm indulging in everything he does!
I untied my master's shoelaces; it wasn't an easy process, but I truly felt I enjoyed it. I held the top of his sneaker in my mouth. Perhaps because it was often soaked with sweat, I tasted a salty, sweaty flavor. Heaven knows, I wasn't disgusted at all! I even thought it tasted delicious!
I was like a submissive little dog in front of my master!
I finally managed to take off his shoe, then carefully placed it back in my mouth. His white socks immediately emitted an even stronger smell of foot sweat. I inhaled deeply, greedily enjoying it like someone who had overdosed on opium. I took off my master's other foot with my mouth, just like before. My master's feet were quite long, so I helped him put on his slippers.
My master seemed very satisfied with my service. He stroked my face and neck with his thick, sensual hands, and rubbed my hair. To me, it was an extra reward. I tilted my head, looking at my master pleadingly, and then tentatively put his finger in my mouth, sucking on it with my tongue. His fingers were hard and large, forcefully poking at my tongue. I closed my eyes, blissfully enjoying my master's generous blessing!
"Alright, my little puppy son, go and take the food to the coffee table and serve your father!" my master lazily commanded.
"Yes, Father!"
I obediently rose like a lamb, respectfully standing before my master. My knees ached from kneeling for so long, and I practically limped as I tidied the coffee table, then placed the food before my master with the speed of a servant.
Looking at the fragrant food before me, my master was satisfied, extending his noble hand to pat my face. A feeling of happiness instantly filled my entire body. My noble master's enjoyment was my happiness. I gazed at him with adoration, waiting for him to begin eating like a king. My master ate a piece of rib first. His powerful chewing made me yearn to become that piece of rib in his mouth, so close to him, to be crushed and swallowed by him, to become a part of his body!! Oh… I'm going crazy! My penis is about to rise again.
Watching my master eat the food I had prepared with satisfaction, I happily picked up my bowl and took a bite when I heard my master's stern rebuke: "Fuck your mother, don't you know the rules? Huh? Is this your time to eat? Go to hell!"
My master's 20-year-old face looked particularly cruel. He slapped me hard across the face and roared almost furiously, "You fucking kneel down!" Then he swept my leg and knocked me to the ground.
I was instantly overwhelmed with grievance, my eyes welling up with tears. Just because he took a bite of food while eating, he treated me so cruelly. I couldn't help but worry about what awaited me. But I was already in his clutches; my fate was beyond my control. I could only leave it to destiny. I sobbed, suppressing my emotions. The thought of a 25-year-old man kneeling before an 18-year-old boy, enduring endless humiliation, and being utterly helpless, made me even more heartbroken, and my tears flowed even more freely
. Please don't laugh at me, gentlemen. I rarely cry in real life, whether unintentionally or forcedly. Deep down, under the pressure of life, I desperately want to cry. In my past SM fantasies, I've often imagined being tortured to tears by my master. So, so, perhaps you find it laughable, but this 18-year-old master truly fulfilled that fantasy. Therefore, I always thought he truly had the genius to be a master! I admired him!
I forgot to tell you, my master's name is Fan Shimin, the Shimin of Li Shimin (Emperor Taizong of Tang). It sounds very imperial, though honestly, I don't know if that's his real name!
I knelt properly before my master, my fear gradually subsiding. I focused intently on serving him his meal. He ate with great relish; given his athletic background and imposing physique, he ate a large meal. So, the meal was quiet, and he ignored me completely, as if I were just a pet dog kneeling at his feet waiting for his discarded scraps! I served him food twice during the meal! When
my master had almost finished eating, he seemed to finally notice his docile but hungry slave kneeling at his feet. He looked at me with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with a terrifyingly evil light. I trembled with fear, unsure of what would happen next. A mixture of fear and anticipation grew and spread in my chest.
My master chewed on his ribs for a long time. He gestured for me to come closer and asked, "Hungry, you lowly thing?"
I nodded, feeling a deep gratitude for my master's words.
My master used his strong, powerful hands to lift my head, pinching my cheeks hard. Under his force, I involuntarily opened my mouth, my tongue writhing painfully inside.
"Come on, Daddy will feed you something, my good son!"
he said, pressing his head towards me. His still-chewing mouth opened towards me, and he used his tongue to force a mouthful of his thoroughly chewed ribs mixed with rice porridge into my mouth, then spat saliva directly into it. He released his grip on my cheeks, his face contorted with malice. He teased, "Eat, my good son, see how much Daddy loves you!"
I couldn't refuse. My mouth was filled with the tasteless chewed food and his sticky saliva. I forced myself to swallow, enduring waves of nausea. In front of him, I dared not resist.
My master was satisfied, pinching my nose hard with his fingers, saying, "Good son, you bastard, do you like Daddy? Do you like Daddy playing with you, hmm?"
The pain in my nose brought tears to my eyes. I didn't dare struggle.
"Daddy, Fan Shimin Daddy, I like it, I like Daddy playing with me!"
"Fuck your mother, is my name something you can call me? From now on, you're only allowed to call me Daddy, do you hear me? You're my worthless son, born from my fucking your mother's cunt, understand?"
...
"You slut, you're as slutty as your mother's cunt!"
I didn't dare resist. To be honest, I still didn't want him to insult my mother. I've already let her down enough by becoming uninterested in women; how could I bear to let someone else humiliate her like that? But, but, he's Fan Shimin, my master, my master Daddy! What could I do?
Fan Shimin repeated the process, feeding me chewed food. I gradually accepted this humiliating method, and even began to feel a kind of sinful pleasure. That feeling of being completely controlled was truly incomprehensible to others, but I really felt pleasure—a forced, helpless, masochistic pleasure!
After a while, the master seemed tired of the torture. He put me down and ordered, "Go get an empty bowl!"
Without hesitation, I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a large bowl, and knelt respectfully at his feet again.
I saw him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, wondering what he was going to do. I was incredibly nervous, thinking I was about to experience his huge penis. I was both excited and terrified, and my hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.
"Daddy needs to pee! Bite the rim of the bowl tightly with your teeth, don't use your hands, and then put it under Daddy's penis. Daddy's going to pee in it, so you have to use your teeth firmly, otherwise the bowl will tilt and you'll be in trouble if you pee!"
I was horrified, goosebumps rising all over my body. Although I had never had any SM experience before, I had read many SM novels and related articles, and I had never seen anything like this. I really didn't know how Fan Shimin came up with such a humiliating method. I was terrified of him.
But I couldn't back down; I was already a bird in his cage, with no way out. The only thing I could do was obey, obey, and obey again. Who told me to pay this devilish young man to play with me? I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Then, biting the rim of the bowl tightly, I trembled as I presented it to my master's crotch. My master had already slightly pulled down his jeans; his white underwear covered his enormous penis, and I could feel its heat, making my heart pound! He pulled his underwear down further, revealing a limp, dark penis lying quietly between his legs, loosely wrapped in a layer of skin, surrounded by dense, shiny black pubic hair. I couldn't help but examine my master's sacred object closely. Because it was in a limp state, it wasn't excessively large, appearing to be about 10 centimeters, but its limp state foreshadowed how large, thick, and powerful it would be if erect. The head of my master's penis was large, a glossy purplish-red, particularly alluring. Because my master had said he generally didn't have sex with men, I was secretly afraid I wouldn't see his sacred object. I never expected him to display it to my lustful self.
Seeing me stunned, he tapped my head hard. I quickly concentrated and bit down hard on the bowl. He held his beautiful penis with his fingers, placing the head of it on the rim of the bowl opposite my mouth. Then, a stream of pale yellow urine, like lightly brewed tea, unabashedly shot from his penis. Immediately, a pungent, hot odor filled my nostrils. I couldn't avoid it and could only inhale deeply the smell of his excrement. More and more urine filled the bowl, splashing onto my face, nose, mouth, and even seeping into my mouth through my teeth. I tasted that masculine, salty odor. The master seemed to remember something. He slightly lifted the head of his penis with his hand, and thick urine shot from the glans, hitting me directly below the nose. I was so shocked I almost opened my teeth. My mouth was full of urine, and more flowed into my oral cavity. I couldn't breathe, and I dared not resist. I just closed my eyes and endured the ravaging of this despicable 18-year-old man. Tears fell again...
My voice stopped. I felt like my front teeth were about to fall out. I touched the master's urine with both hands. The bowl in front of me was steaming, and the strong stench of urine enveloped my pitiful body. The master made me put the bowl on the coffee table. He said wickedly, "You wretched son, this is your drink for tomorrow. Enjoy the holy water your father bestows upon you! Good son! Oh, right, I haven't finished peeing yet. What should I do, son?... Okay, like this..."
The master picked up the bowl of rice that I had only taken a bite of, and started peeing on it with his penis. I was completely stunned. Looking at the master's smug look, I dared not say a word. After urinating, the master shook his large penis as if he were urinating in a toilet, then tucked it back into his underwear. He stirred the rice with chopsticks, then handed it to me, which I dared not refuse.
"You worthless bastard, kneel here obediently and eat it all. This is a gift from your master, you're not allowed to leave any uneaten."
Good heavens, how could I possibly eat it, smelling that strong stench of urine? I pleaded with my master,
"Daddy, please spare me, I... I can't eat it!"
"Go to hell! Eat it now, or you'll regret it!"
I had no choice but to force myself to eat the bowl of rice, soup and all, while barely able to breathe, enduring the stench and stale odor.
Putting down the bowl, I struggled to clear the table while desperately trying to suppress the spasms in my stomach. I really wanted to vomit, but Fan Shimin was sitting on the sofa, and I was afraid my disgust would provoke his rage, so I had no choice but to swallow my anger and continue.
Fan Shimin's actions truly surprised me. I had imagined being violated many times, but I never imagined it would be like this. Can you imagine the feeling of being subjected to inhuman torture, both physically and mentally? It truly felt like a brush with death. This kind of "training" gave me a new understanding of this handsome yet cruel boy in the room. He was incredibly manipulative, truly making his slaves reveal all their inherent, unconscious, subservient nature. Whether I wanted to or not, I was so worthless, only fit to kneel before him, forever kneeling, waiting for his torment and destruction!
I didn't know what awaited me next, nor did I know if I could endure it any longer. But did it matter? In the eyes of this devilish man, my feelings were utterly worthless. I was just a slave, something less than a dog!
I managed to rinse my mouth with water when I thought my master wasn't looking, and felt much better. Then, wiping my mouth, I returned to the living room. My master asked viciously,
"What did you do that you shouldn't have? Tell Daddy the truth!"
No way, he saw me rinsing my mouth? Could I be that unlucky? I realized the gravity of the situation and immediately knelt down at his feet, head down, nose near his white-socked foot. I awaited his judgment!
My master grinned wickedly and lifted one foot, stomping heavily on my head. Because of my forward lean, I was completely prone beside his foot. My nose was on the ground, which was very uncomfortable, so I forced myself to roll over, enduring the pain. This caused his large foot to stomp on my face. He pressed hard, the white athletic sock pressing tightly against my mouth, nose, and face. Then, he lifted his other foot as well, and his two size 44 feet squeezed and rubbed my face hard. The pungent stench of sweat wafted over, filling my nose and mouth, and the white athletic socks rubbed against my poor mouth. I couldn't help but roll around on the ground.
"Stick out your tongue, my wretched son, stick out your tongue!"
I didn't disobey and immediately stuck out my tongue. My master rubbed my tongue through the sock with his toes; the sour and salty taste was so strong, I felt it was overwhelming.
"Does it taste good? Hmm?" My master patted my somewhat numb face with his other foot and asked.
"Yes, Daddy's feet taste so good!"
"You're such a fucking slut, you wretched son!"
My master gritted his teeth when he said "slut." I knew that to him I was just a lowly dog, utterly subservient. Suddenly, as if I had understood something, I sat up and begged my master, "Master, please let me take off your socks!"
Seeing my pleading eyes, my master stretched out his foot in front of me. I lowered my head lewdly, pressing my lips to his feet, greedily kissing them all over. The sour smell of his sweaty feet gradually excited me, and my penis hardened. I opened my mouth and licked my master's white socks without any disgust, savoring the salty taste. Then, I used my mouth to hold the toes of the socks and pulled them off.
Before me were my master's large, pink, and thick feet with light foot hair. My master's feet were wide and thick, with long, full toes. The skin was a fleshy yellow with a hint of pink, and the toes were covered with coarse, black hair, making them especially sexy. Especially when he intentionally spread his toes, those feet, so close to me, had an indescribable wildness. I was stunned by the beauty of my master's feet; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I wanted to worship them.
Those feet exuded a strong smell, a mixture of my master's body odor, sweat, and sneakers. Excitedly, I lifted those wildly beautiful feet to my face, rubbing my clean face against his somewhat rough soles. A surge of pleasure immediately rose within me, a feeling of being trampled beneath my master's feet. I used my face to feel their warmth, to express my complete submission. I used my tongue to experience their sheer size, to lick every inch of my master's broad, passionately rosy, healthy soles; I savored the very essence of my master's body, that unique feeling of being conquered driving me wild and uncontrollable. I kissed the prominent, thick veins on the instep of his feet, licked his long, thick toes, and combed his sparse, coarse black hair! I pressed my nose close, inhaling the primal, rugged masculine scent of my master's feet.
I felt an overwhelming urge to cry, because a fantasy long buried deep within my heart, never shared with any of my friends, had finally been realized thanks to this 18-year-old master. I loved this feeling of being ravaged, loved the anxious anticipation of being slaughtered before my master. Ah, Fan Shimin, my master, my father, I love you!
My master looked at me with satisfied eyes, the pleasure making him slightly open his mouth. I saw his white teeth twitching as he enjoyed the service of his lowly slave. I had completely accepted this young master who was above me; I was willing to submit to him and let him do as he pleased…
I carefully licked every part of my master's feet—the soles, the insteps, the toes, and the spaces between them… I took turns pleasing my most worshipped master. Fan Shimin cooperated with my movements, his five thick, long toes spreading out so I could carefully lick the filth between his toes…
“Ah, that’s fucking good! I… fuck!”
My master, in high spirits, thrust his big toe hard into my mouth, growling, panting, and cursing me rudely and lewdly.
“Ah, good son, I fuck… I fuck your mother… you slut, I’ll fuck you until you burst later!…”
In his excitement, the master suddenly stretched out his big foot, almost forcing half of it into my mouth, and my body fell backward to the ground… “Ah… ah… ah!” I screamed loudly, and with the spasm of my whole body, I actually ejaculated under the master’s feet without taking off my clothes!
Fan Shimin noticed my excitement, and he stomped hard on my face with both feet, slapping and rubbing it hard, saying:
“You stinky son, you ejaculated just by licking my feet, you’re really slutty! Who told you to ejaculate? Huh?”
He used both feet to beat my face repeatedly, and the feeling of being ravaged by the master’s feet made me confused and helpless!
“Go wash up, and don’t put on any clothes!”
I rushed to the bathroom and suddenly saw the pale face in the mirror, which felt somewhat unfamiliar. I washed myself, the urge to be abused and controlled making me completely lose myself.
When I went to the living room, I found it empty. I went to the bedroom, where Fan Shimin was lying on my wide double bed. I noticed his two socks on the stool, and on top of the socks were two loaves of bread I had bought yesterday, broken in half but still joined together. I didn't know why he put the bread on the smelly socks, but I knew that even crueler humiliation awaited me!
When my master saw me enter, he looked at me with contempt, as if I were nothing. I stood by the bed, awaiting my master's further punishment. My naked body looked so weak under his disdainful gaze, my slightly thin body trembling slightly with unknown fear. My master had given me too many surprises, and I anticipated a new round of torment in fear.
"Come here!"
My master stood on the bed, the irresistible command making me dare not disobey. I walked over and stood near the edge of the bed, looking up at my tall master, my head almost touching his crotch. His 187cm frame stood tall on the bed, his head almost touching the ceiling, looking down at me like a god. I felt a powerful pressure emanating from my master. He played with my face with his strong hands, and my freshly washed face felt his warmth. I closed my eyes, blissfully immersing myself in his caresses. I felt that he cared about me, and I was willing to become his most loyal servant!
Fan Shimin placed his hands on his waist. Before my eyes, the master first removed his t-shirt, then roughly unbuckled his black belt, unzipped his pants, and slowly pulled down his jeans. He then removed the black belt and set the pants and t-shirt aside. The master was now only wearing a pair of white briefs. His massive body exuded masculine power, and I could feel his heat. The beautiful naked body that I had fantasized about so many times, that I had longed to touch so many times, was now within reach. The shock was unforgettable. His healthy, shiny skin was so vivid, and the few hairs growing on his male nipples were incredibly alluring. Thick, dark, shiny armpit hair was hidden beneath his strong arms. His thick, yet not cumbersome, pectoral muscles were firm but not lacking in vitality; his pectoral muscles were well-developed but not excessively large—everything about him was so beautiful and sexy. Further down was his round navel, hidden among circles of dark hair that extended downwards until they disappeared into his white briefs. His thick, muscular legs were covered in coarse, dark, curly leg hair. His long legs stood before me, wild yet sensual. I wanted to kneel at my master's feet, to caress and kiss his legs, to feel their strength, to experience the intoxicating sensation of rubbing against his hair. But my master didn't grant me that wish. He held the curly leather belt in one hand and lightly patted it with the other, his arrogant demeanor instantly captivating me. Without thinking, I lunged forward, tightly embracing his legs. I pressed my thirsty face against them, and instantly, a dizzying, almost unbearable sensation enveloped me. My face slowly rubbed against his legs, his thick leg hair brushing against my face. I breathed deeply into his legs, savoring the masculine scent, from thighs to knees to calves to ankles. I so tenderly worshipped his magnificent legs, caressing, kissing, and tasting the flavor that only he possessed. How I long to become a hair on my master's leg, clinging to his body all day, kissing his perfect thighs.
I am a slave! A slave of Fan Shimin! A lowly dog of my master! A lowly son of Fan Shimin's father! I want to announce to the whole world: I will be my master's servant for life! ...
And my master, he is now enjoying my submission like a god to me. He squints, savoring my gentle kisses and licks on his legs. I think he must be in heaven right now.
I look at my master's high, bulging vulva, his white briefs stretched taut, making me feel as if they are about to burst. I looked up, and my master looked down at me. He gestured to me, then pressed my head against his crotch with one hand. My mouth pressed against his bulge, my lips feeling its strength and heat. I imitated what I'd seen in gay films, licking his bulge with my tongue. I felt it quickly harden and enlarge, the strong, pungent smell filling my nostrils. I inhaled deeply; it was the best reward my master could give me. Without hesitation, I took the top of his underwear into my mouth, and felt my entire face buried in the thick hair on his abdomen. An indescribable scent, like holly, washed over me, and I took a deep breath. Oh, so this is what he smells like.
My lips moved downwards, slowly moving in the holly-scented air. Oh, my lips felt the vast forest, the fiery mountains, the hills… I finally pulled his underwear down to his ankles.
I couldn't control myself; my eyes looked down at his crotch. Oh God! I could see his hair extending from his navel down to his pubic hair, a thick, coarse, and shiny patch. In the center of that patch was a massive, erect, jet-black penis, hard and covered in a dense network of veins, looking incredibly powerful and fierce. And its length was truly astonishing, so thick it was simply terrifying! I stared in horror at his enormous penis, which arrogantly pointed at me like a cannon, its large, purplish glans seemingly defying me.
Its sheer size filled me with both fear and awe! When a handsome 187cm tall man stands before you with such a massive member, I don't believe anyone wouldn't worship him!
The master, as if by magic, pulled a metal object from his backpack, gleaming coldly. Upon closer inspection, it was handcuffs. Terrified, I tried to escape, but my master was incredibly agile and gave me no chance. He grabbed my hair, dragged me onto the bed, and then used his thick thighs to trap my head between them, twisting my arms behind my back with both hands. My resistance was futile, and my master easily handcuffed me with a "snap." I was like a prisoner being paraded through the streets, my hands cuffed behind my back. The discomfort and the metallic restraint caused me pain, while at the same time, a strange pleasure, like being in the depths of hell, surged through my brain. I struggled, curling up at my master's feet. He kicked me, trying to make me turn over and lie on my back, but you know, this pressed my handcuffed hands down, pulling my shoulders painfully, as if they were dislocated. I couldn't help but let out a loud groan of pain. My master stomped on my chest and abdomen with his large feet, then pressed his soles against my face, covering my open, groaning mouth, stomping down harder and harder. I couldn't breathe; the suffocating pain made me struggle desperately, curling up and spinning under his feet… My master wasn't finished; my pain acted like a catalyst, igniting his cruel nature! He trampled on my slightly erect penis, grinding my poor manhood heavily. My penis seemed so weak under his ravaging. I groaned, enduring the excruciating pain inflicted by my master…
“I… fuck! I'll fuck your mother! You damned son!”
My master's face flushed crimson. Madness seemed to have robbed him of his reason. I stared in horror at my master, who was as wild as a lion, a sudden fear of death washing over me. My master was like a general on a battlefield, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He grabbed my hair in a rage, the pain forcing me to rise and kneel at his feet. His erect penis pressed against my face, and excitement drove him to forcefully shove my face against it. My face was immediately crushed by his burning hot penis, the large glans scorching my face, my eyes, my forehead, nose, and mouth. In my dazed state, I couldn't care less about the pain of my handcuffed hands; my attention was completely focused on the torment my master was inflicting on my head!
Before I could even sigh, my master gripped my cheeks tightly, forcing my mouth open, and then his engorged glans mercilessly pierced my mouth! That fullness, that immense size, was something I had longed for countless times in my dreams. I began to cooperate with my master's penetration, opening my mouth wide and pulling my teeth back behind my lips to accommodate his magnificence without being hurt by them! My master thrust in hard, and even though it was only halfway in, his glans was already against my throat! Immediately, a unique, primal masculine scent, characteristic of my master, filled my body. Remembering that I had just urinated on this sacred object in the bowl, I unknowingly began licking his glans. Ignoring everything else, I frantically licked his penis. His large penis grew even thicker and longer, forcing me to spit out a section.
Such a magnificent jade stem stood erect at my lips, and I surrendered, wanting to savor it, to cherish it, to love it, to bring him pleasure, to satisfy his desires with my whole being! At my master's hand, which pressed my head, I carefully licked up and down the bulging veins of his penis, licking the glans and the deep, pungent coronal sulcus with the tip of my tongue… The rich "masculine scent," mixed with my master's secretions, sweat, smegma, and residual urine, all entered my body. My master, brimming with passion, thrust his body powerfully, penetrating me deeply as if to pierce my throat, his proud member relentlessly fucking my mouth…
He pulled out his penis, pressing my throbbing head as he continued to lick and suck his glossy black pubic hair, the base of his thighs, and his two heavy testicles! His testicles were very large, hanging heavily below his penis, utterly masculine. I took each of his testicles into my mouth, diligently licking their rough, intense flavor!
My master's penis grew higher and higher, like a cannon ready to fire at any moment. The shaft, which had been bathed in my saliva, was vigorous and shiny black. Due to the engorgement, its entire body was covered with thick purple veins, powerfully coiled around the shaft. It bounced left and right, up and down, glaring at me defiantly. The master shoved his enormous penis back into my mouth and began to fuck me wildly. He ignored my head, which was struggling beneath him, suffocating. His large hands pressed down on my head while he thrust his hips forcefully. I could feel his penis pulsating in my mouth; my entire oral cavity was gradually losing sensation, only the rapid, deep penetration… Ten minutes later, I saw the master pull his penis out of my mouth, grip the head tightly, and kick me down while yelling. He picked up the torn bread, held it to his engorged, dark penis, and released his grip. Jelly shot onto the bread like streaks of white light; I could even hear the hissing sound of ejaculation, like the wind.
The master yelled, his hand constantly stroking his penis; his semen had filled the cross-sections of both loaves of bread. Seeing the thick semen piled up on the bread, I suddenly understood why the master had made me buy bread! Oh, master, my devilish master!
Fan Shimin closed the bread, and the thick semen seemed about to overflow from the seam. The master placed his purplish-red, shiny penis head on the yellowish-brown crust of the bread and rubbed it, spreading the remaining semen on it. Soon, the bread looked shiny and oily. My master looked at me wickedly and said,
"This is a special premium cream bread that Daddy made for you. Come on, my good son, eat it in front of Daddy!"
I knew I couldn't resist, but the thick semen sandwiched in the bread really terrified me. I wasn't sure I could endure it. I hoped my master would have pity on me, but the two shiny, golden-brown breads were already at my lips. I tried to turn my head away, but a deep, unyielding voice rang in my ear:
"Eat this and you'll be Daddy's good son, otherwise... heh heh heh!"
That cold laugh sent chills down my spine. I gave in, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth. I felt the hard, slippery bread crust touch my lips, and then a slimy, tasteless liquid flowed into my mouth and covered my tongue—that was the "cream" my master had bestowed upon me. I couldn't care less. I knew the more I tried to savor it, the harder it would be to swallow. So, I bit down hard on the bread, and more of my master's semen gushed into my mouth. I dared not think too much, and began to chew violently. The bread, mixed with semen, rolled in my mouth, the sound of chewing particularly loud in the room. Then, I bravely swallowed the bread, along with my master's semen. Thus, under my master's coercion, I ate all of his semen mixed with the bread.
This was utter enslavement, a complete crushing of my will! In my understanding of SM, eating semen was undoubtedly surrendering oneself completely to the master. Yet I did it, for this tall, handsome master who was seven years younger than me. I completely gave myself to him, without reservation. I was a complete slave, Fan Shimin's lowly slave, utterly at his mercy!
My master was very satisfied with my performance. He grinned wickedly and said, "Son, you did a good job. How about Daddy rewards you?" He brought his mouth closer to my ear, "Want Daddy to fuck you, hmm?"
I nodded weakly! Honestly, because I'm too afraid to take the first step, at 25, I've never had any male-on-male experience (neither male nor female, haha!). Countless times I've masturbated to naked hunks on websites, fantasizing about their huge penises thrusting into my anus and reaching orgasm! That's truly a long-cherished dream!
The thought of my tight anus being penetrated by my master's enormous penis fills me with fear; it's too big. But for the sake of all these years of anticipation, I'm willing to endure it!
"But, little son, Daddy likes to do it dry, I don't like using all that stuff. Are you afraid it will hurt? Hmm?"
I've read many articles describing anal sex and know that before penetration, the top needs to use something like KY jelly for lubrication, otherwise the bottom will feel a lot of pain. I don't know why, maybe it's because of a deep-seated submissiveness that makes me genuinely want to be raped by someone I like. It seems a bit crazy, but it's what I truly want. Since it's rape, what right does the raped have not to feel pain? What right do they have to demand pleasure? So, I signaled to my master that I was willing to endure it!
Perhaps my obedience pleased my master, for he unlocked my handcuffs, and the sudden numbness made me rub my arms.
Suddenly, he pushed me away, stood up, roughly grabbed one of my legs, dragged me to the head of the bed, wrapped one arm around my waist, around my back, and pinned my shoulder. With his other hand, he held his large penis, aimed it at my anus, and before I could even prepare myself, he forcefully pulled down on my shoulder, thrusting forward, his penis plunging in like a sharp blade, completely inside!
"Ah!..."
A piercing scream erupted from my heart; the immense pain made my head buzz, and I felt as if I had already died. I felt my anus had torn open, pierced; I even felt blood seeping from it. The pain was unbearable. I groaned and screamed loudly, pushing against my master's abdomen with both hands, trying to make him withdraw!
Ignoring my pain, the master thrust forcefully, his large penis plunging in and out of my dry anus. Perhaps my narrow, unlubricated anus excited him; he frantically raised my hands above my head, pinning them firmly to the bed, rendering my only means of resistance completely ineffective.
The master's entire magnificent body pressed down on me, his eyes so close, that wild, beast-like, lustful gaze chilling anyone to the bone. Sweat streamed down his muscular body, gleaming wildly above me, making him appear so sexy and alluring. My frail body was mercilessly crushed and ravaged by him; his attacks erupted like a volcano, wave after wave, my pitiful moans drowned out by his lustful insults:
"Fuck... ah... I'll fuck your mother's cunt!... ah!"
...
"Call me daddy! You slut... ah! Call me daddy now!..."
The master slapped my face, his animalistic instincts driving him to the brink of madness! I was terrified; the excruciating pain in my lower body couldn't mask this fear!
“Daddy… Ah! It hurts so much, Daddy!…”
“I’ll fuck you to death, you slut! Ah… You bastard son! Do you like Daddy fucking you? Ah?”
…
“Fuck your mother! Answer me now!… Ah! It feels so fucking good!”
“Yes, son likes Daddy fucking him!…”
I answered weakly. My master’s huge penis ravaged and rolled in my anus, thrusting straight into my heart, completely destroying my will as a man! After enduring this inhuman pain, I don’t know how long it took, Fan Shimin finally ejaculated his thick semen into my anus, and then collapsed on top of me.
I bore his weight, his 92kg body felt so solid, he covered me, and my regained consciousness slowly stroked his firm back and buttocks. It was this person on top of me who, on this Saturday afternoon, completely destroyed my will and completely changed me…
Sunday night, when I moved my still sore body to sit in a chair (the chair was padded with thick sofa cushions, heaven knows how much my butt hurt!), turned on the computer, and entered the chat room, I saw him.
"How was it, my good son? Did you sleep well last night?"
"I was in so much pain I couldn't sleep a wink, and I couldn't poop, it was so uncomfortable!"
"Haha, now you know how powerful your master is!"
"You're too ruthless!" I wrote, "This is so unexpected!"
"Damn, if you weren't ruthless, would you be my master? By the way, did you drink your drink?"
I was silent for a moment, and for some reason, I didn't want to lie.
"No! I..."
"Fine, you dare disobey your father! I'll punish you properly next time, I'll remember this!"
I felt a sense of satisfaction, as if this was exactly what I wanted.
After a long while,
"Son, tell your father you like it, right?"
"Yes, Dad!" I answered confidently.
"You...you're a born slave! But Dad likes it!"
"Because you are a born master, and I am willing to be your most loyal slave for life!"

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