Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2005 12:28:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ralph Tolano <[email protected]>
Subject: Master Jonathan Chapter three
This is chapter three of the continuing story of
Master Jonathan. If you haven't figured it out, this
is pure fantasy. I appreciate all the great emails
and I have tried to incorporate some of the things you
have requested. I enjoy all your emails and
appreciate the comments and suggestions and
experiences you have told me about. The next chapter
is an introduction to chapter 4, coming soon.
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Master Jonathan Chapter 3
Ralph Tolano
Thursday night was guest night at the mansion. It was
a special night for Jonathan's stable of bitches and
the preparations got under way on Tuesday. There was
much to be done to make sure everything came off
without a hitch. Jonathan stayed out of the
preparations other than to answer questions that might
come up about some detail.
Guest night had started a couple of years before when
it became apparent that his bitches needed more than
just an occasional night with him to keep them
quieted. He found that squabbles would start because
of jealousy over who might or might not have spent
more time with the master. Once broken by Jonathan,
men often reverted to being children, keeping score
on every single moment with Jonathan to find out who
was his favorite, and competing to see who get most of
daddy's attention. Although it amused Jonathan that
his babies could be so petty, he also realized he had
to do something before the household became untenable.
The staff were complaining about the tension in the
living quarters and felt if nothing were done it was
only going to get worse.
So, Jonathan studied the problem and came up with a
solution that had worked superbly. It had occurred to
Jonathan that what was affecting his brood was nothing
more than horniness. He laughed at his own inability
to foresee this problem coming. After all, they were
all total subs and took almost no pleasure at all in
sex with each other. They would often sleep together
just to have that feeling of closeness they craved,
but when it came it sex it boiled down to who was
going to what and to whom. His bitches were such
total bottoms that they didn't even like to have their
own cocks sucked unless it was by a dom or master ,
and the only man who fit that bill was Jonathan.
Fucking was out of the question. Once broken by
Jonathan, no man had any desire to fuck another man.
His only desire was to open his legs and give entry to
the cock of a real man. Sometimes, Jonathan would see
two of his babies kissing each other passionately, but
on closer observation he would clearly detect a lack
of passion. When he kissed one of his bitches they
all got boned up, and that wasn't happening when two
of them kissed each other.
The solution was simplicity in itself. If Jonathan
couldn't service all his brood of 25 to 30 bitches
often enough, he would bring men who could. Now,
there was no way Jonathan was going to allow any man
he hadn't broken to have free reign of his residence.
It was not only a bad idea because of the problems it
would cause among the bitches, but because Jonathan
knew that within days he would not be able to control
the urge to break him and turn him into a feminized
bitch. So, Jonathan's solution was to host a party of
sorts; once a week, on Thursdays, for selected guests.
The first guest night at the mansion took some doing.
Jonathan had to think carefully about the kind of men
he would invite to his gathering. He met with the
member s of his staff who were in charge of the stable
to find a solution. They knew the bitches better
than anyone and would help Jonathan figure out what
kind of men should be invited. One idea thrown out
was to invite bodybuilders. The bitches were kept
amply supplied with various kinds of sexual stimulants
and one of their favorites was body builder magazines.
Many of them masturbated looking at the oiled up
buffed bodies of Mr Universe and his runner ups. But,
Jonathan rejected that idea. In Jonathan's mind the
very idea of wasting so much time building your body
implied a deep sense of insecurity, and Jonathan
didn't want those kind of men around his sluts.
After much discussion and brainstorming Jonathan
decided he would invite dominant or top men with lots
of experience, and self awareness. Equally as
important was to find men with insatiable sexual
drives, stamina, and a capacity of extraordinary
sexual creativity. How they looked made no
difference, it was performance that counted.
The search for the core group of 8 took months and had
it not been for the internet would have been
impossible. His staff signed up for every bear, dom,
and daddy web site that had an open membership, and
began sending out discreet e-mails describing the
offer and requesting applications. The first part of
the process was all handled through emails. As the
first group was separated out a check for 100 dollars
we sent to everyone of them to ensure they knew this
venture was on the up and up. They were told that
those selected would be invited to a very select
gathering.
The questions were mostly about experiences and
attitudes. They filled out a questionnaire of
hundreds of questions that would help Jonathan and his
team sort out the good candidates from the men who
where playing a fantasy. Pictures were requested in a
variety of poses, including dressed, naked, and in a
state of full arousal. They were given a series of
sexual situations and asked to write a few paragraphs
on what they would do, or how they would react.
Finally the list was down to 50 men.
Those 50 men were sent an airline ticket and the name
of a hotel where they would be interviewed. Jonathan
conducted all the interviews. He conducted these
interviews as if he were hiring the next CFO for one
of his companies. It was all very matter of fact and
a candidate's ability to answer the most graphic
sexual questions in a straightforward way moved them
to the top of the list. They were also shown a series
of naked pictures of men and boys of ages varying from
17 to 40 and told they could ask any questions they
wanted and then select the 4 they would most like to
fuck. Those who asked questions mostly about ages and
sexual preferences didn't score well. While Jonathan's
stable was mostly boys of 17 to 28, he had several 30
and 40 year old men as well, and he didn't want doms
who only went after the young feminine ones. If they
asked questions about who they were, if they enjoyed
being around dom men, or if they could carry on a
conversation they were moved way up the list. If
they asked if the bitch in the picture was happy and
stable it almost assured them a place on the quest
list. A man who simply wanted to dominate another man
without caring about him was not acceptable to
Jonathan. A dom had to love his conquest
Finally, a background check was made. If they had
any history of violence they were rejected out of
hand. A little force and a little slap from a
confident dom was an attribute, but a man who hit for
pleasure was in Jonathan's mind as low as a child
molester.
And finally, the list was assembled and the 8 selected
men were sent a packet containing a beautifully
engraved invitation, a round trip airline ticket, and
an RSVP card. They were told they would be spending 3
days at the mansion and that the invitation was
rescinded if they did not arrive before 12 oclock on
Tuesday. All the RSVPs were returned accepting the
invitation.
When all the guests had been picked up in limos and
brought to the mansion they were each escorted to
their respective suites and told to shower and report
to the meeting room at exactly 2PM. They were given a
bag for all their belongings and told that for the
rest of their time in the mansion they were to wear no
clothes or jewelry. Even watches were forbidden. The
selection process had ensure that none of these men
would have any inhibitions about walking around naked.
None of them cared if they were more endowed than any
other man, or of their bodies were in better shape, or
any of the other myriad surface things that so many
men worried about. These were consummately confident
men who's attitude was "I don't give a fuck what
anyone thinks of me."
Once gathered in the meeting room Jonathan entered and
stood at the front, gazing over what his weeks of hard
work had produced. It was as mixed a group of men as
you would find at any random gathering, except there
was nothing random about any of them, and Jonathan was
well satisfied with what he saw. There were your
classic big hairy bears, with big barrel chests and
large round bellies; there was one coal black man
about 6'8 that was best described as massive, with
arms, legs and a chest that suggested a lot of time on
a construction site hauling steel beams on his
shoulders, his giant flaccid cock matched the rest of
him. There was also a smattering of very normal
looking men of no distinguishing features, and one
rather small skinny man that didn't seem to fit even
though the weeding out process had shown him to be
just what Jonathan was looking for.
"Gentlemen," Jonathan began, "welcome to my home. In
a few minutes you will find out why you are here. You
have been selected for an event which has been months
in the making. As you sit there, naked, and at ease
around other naked men you assure me I have made the
right choice."
The men looked around at each other, wondering what
they might all have in common. These were men not
used to measuring themselves against other men, so
the looking around was out of curiosity and not for
comparison purposes. One man raised his hand and was
rebuffed by Jonathan.
"I will entertain questions later, if at all. For now
please just listen. I believe in short order all your
questions will be answered. I will not give you too
many instructions because when all is said and done,
each of you has been selected carefully and will
behave as expected, without the requirement of a lot
of rules."
Jonathan paused for effect and then continued "My
wealth has allowed me to pursue full time my passion
for breaking men, and turning them into my own
private stock of horny sluts to be used for my own
particular sexual passions. On the other side of this
compound is a building known as the stable. In it
reside 26 males I will, from now on, refer to as my
bitches. I ask you not refer to them as men because
it disturbs both them and me. You may call them
babies, boys, sluts, cunts, bitches, or any other name
that suits your fancy."
Jonathan paused again, watching the slow signs of
understanding begin to appear on the faces of his
guests. He continued.
"One bitch of my choosing is brought to my quarters
every night to service me. On a regular basis my
scouts bring me interesting candidates and I break
them into the kind of compliant, sexually driven sluts
I enjoy breeding. Most of those stay to join the
stable. My problem, gentlemen, is that at one bitch
a night, it means much of my brood goes for several
weeks without being used in the way that keeps them at
peaceful. Jealousy, petty fights, and signs of
depression are becoming common in the Stable. I
thought long and hard for a solution, and Gentlemen,
you are it. You will help me keep my stable of
bitches happy, and behaving as one big happy family."
Jonathan paused, and looking around the room he was
pleased to see that most of his guests had sprouted
erections. None of them made any efforts to hide
their state of arousal since in their minds being
erect was about as normal as wearing glasses. They
simply didn't care.
"And now, gentlemen, some of the rules. On Thursday
afternoon you will be escorted to the Roman room. It
is a large room meant for relaxation and escape. It's
main feature is a small pool sized hot tub. The water
is kept at 120 degrees so it is comfortable but not
dangerous for prolonged use. Around it are several
smaller Jacuzzis of different shapes and temperatures.
Thick wrestling matts have been placed at random
throughout the room for your comfort when using one
of the bitches. Different shaped pieces of firm foam
are scattered throughout the room. I have found they
are excellent for keeping a cunt up and in good
position for deep penetration. Jars of lubricant are
kept supplied throughout the room, but I urge you to
use it sparingly. Some of the bitches will come to
the gathering already lubricated and I suggest you
check your bitch's pussy before you mount him so you
don't overdo the lube. You will find multiple small
rooms off the main pool room. They are fronted with
glass and have no doors, however taking your bitch
into the room signifies you want to be alone with him.
Others may watch your activities if they so choose,
but entering the room means you are to be left alone.
Do not go into a room when it is being used. If you
are playing with on of the bitches in the main room,
in the pool or one of the Jacuzzis it is understood
you are open to the participation of one of the other
guests. The bitches will never approach you when you
are fucking one of their stablemates unless you invite
them over. Indeed, the bitches will not approach you
anyway. They may look at you longingly, but unless
you approach them and take them, they will keep a
respectable distance.
Jonathan let all this sink in, then continued. "You
will not find any toys in the pool room, nor anywhere
else on the premises. Frankly, toys are the crutches
of mind lacking in creativity. I do not allow any of
my babies to be hurt in any way. If they require
discipline you may slap them in the face or ass with
an open hand. You may slap them on the ass
forcefully, and some of them may require it. If you
need to slap them on the face you may not pull your
hand back more than 18 inches. Face slapping is to
get their attention and not to causes injury. I know
none of you seeks pleasure from hurting others and I
ask you to pay careful attention to this rule. If you
break any other rule of the house you will be given a
warning. If you hit one of my babies harder then
necessary you will get no warning, and you will be
escorted from the compound. If you enjoy spanking for
pleasure that is allowed, but if you appear to be
getting carried away you will be stopped by a proctor
who will be monitoring the room."
Jonathan looked around the room, making sure this
particular rule was fully understood, then continued.
"You will find these bitches to be submissive and
compliant. They have all been trained by me to do
exactly as they are told without a moments hesitation.
You will experience sexual pleasure from my bitches
the likes of which you have never experienced before.
I ask you to remember that all my babies need
servicing and the more of them you breed the more
likely you will receive return invitations. You may
do anything you wish with them so long as you adhere
to the no hitting rule. For those of you with a
particular taste for water sports there is the wet
room. It is clearly marked. All of the bitches will
accept your piss and enjoy it. You may not conduct
that particular activity anywhere outside of the wet
room. It is big enough for more than one couple at a
time and it is the only room that does not imply
privacy. You may enter and participate with other
couples if you so desire. You are required to shower
before you leave. I know from my research that a
couple of you are skilled at delivering piss enemas.
When you are done, I admonish you to give your bitch's
pussy a douche. The necessary equipment is in the wet
room. I will not tolerate urine in the main room.
Finally gentlemen, scatological activities are
prohibited anywhere on the premises. "
Jonathan looked at his guests and smiled. "Just a
couple of loose ends before I let you go back to your
suites. The gathering starts at 2 PM on Thursday.
The stable will be fed a high protein liquid meal at
11 am and then given enemas at 1pm. When they come
to you their rectums will be clean. When the party
ends at 6 I expect every one of them to have a pussy
full of cum. And to help you, there will be 100
milligrams of Viagra issued to each of you at 1:15PM.
Please take it gentlemen. I know all of you have
extreme stamina, but you have not been exposed to the
kind of stimulation my stable of bitches is capable of
delivering. It might help you get in that last good
fuck at 5:30. I need you to service all of them. One
final item. All of the bitches have their nipples
pierced with a small hoop bearing a pearl. The pearl
signifies my cum has flooded their cunt. A pearl
with a small diamond mounted on it signifies the
wearer was able to swallow all my cum without
spilling a drop. It is a cherished item among the
bitches. One of them will have a large pink hoop that
indicates it is the bitch I have selected to join me
in my quarters on Thursday night. You may not fuck
that bitch. You may use his mouth and any other part
of his body you so desire, but your cock must not
penetrate his cunt. He will not get jealous because
he is aware he will be with me that night. Gentlemen,
the compound is yours to explore. Stay away from the
Stable, it is clearly marked and behind a gate. If
you come across one of the bitches they will avoid eye
contact and stay away from you. Do not approach them.
I ask also that you refrain from masturbating from
now on. I can't enforce that rule, but I promise you
it will be worth the wait. I look forward to
watching you on Thursday.
Chapter four, The Party coming in a few days.