Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 04:10:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ralph Tolano <[email protected]>
Subject: Master Jonathan - Chapter 5
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Master Jonathan Chapter 5
By Ralph Tolano
Dear Dr. Macguire,
My master has told me to write to you and tell you
about my experiences and how I came to be a part of
his harem. He said you were doing research and needed
some case histories to use in your work. I will try
to give you as much as I can about how I came to be a
part of his stable and I will use the same kind of
language we use here in the residence to try and give
you a better flavor of what it is like for me, and
indeed for all of us.
I guess I should start at the beginning. Until I met
Master Jonathan (Daddy), I was a normal heterosexual
male who hadn't spent a lot of time thinking too much
about my sexual orientation. I am 48 and was divorced
about 8 years ago from my wife. I have two sons, 26
and 28 who are both lawyers. Our divorce was for the
usual intangible reasons. We were bored, we didn't
get along all that well, and both of us simply wanted
our freedom. After we split up I had any number of
affairs with younger women but it really wasn't
something I went after with any zeal. If the woman
was available, so was I, otherwise, I couldn't be much
bothered.
Looking back, it is obvious now that some urge inside
me was never tapped. I know when I got around strong,
confident, hairy men, who didn't feel the need to
prove themselves I was at my most comfortable. I
didn't recognize it as sexual feelings, but just a
sense of ease and serenity. I also recall once seeing
a porn flick with a strong dominant male fucking a
young submissive girl and it got me very aroused. In
fact, I came in my pants without touching myself.
What I denied to myself at the time, but is now a
clear memory, was that I was identifying more with the
girl than with the man. I wanted to be her, not him.
Anyway, it was a year ago that I met Daddy. I was
working as a in-ground pool design engineer and
making very good money, but I was bored with my life.
The constant refrain going through my head was that
line "is that all there is." While I sensed something
was missing, I didn't know what it was.
Daddy was in the process of expanding his compound and
had a meeting with all of us who were going to play
different parts in the final project. We met out by
his residence pool which is where he always conducts
business. When I was first escorted to the meeting
area he walked over and shook my hand. His gaze was
piercing, as if he was absorbing everything about me
through my eyes. Perhaps he was. He held my hand a
little bit longer than most men hold a handshake, but
rather than feel uncomfortable, I wanted him to hold
it forever.
He was wearing a pair of mid thigh tight spandex
swimming trunks which were totally inappropriate for a
man of his size and paunch, yet he somehow pulled it
off. Tucked down his leg was a nice thick piece of
man cock, nestled against what was obviously a heavy
ball sack. I found myself occasionally glancing at
his package for reasons I could not understand at the
time. At this meeting and all subsequent meetings he
had me sit next to him, and would frequently reach
across and grip my thigh when he was trying to make a
point about some construction issue.
At the end of that first meeting he managed to engage
me in a conversation making me the last to leave.
When he escorted me to the door he told me he looked
forward to our next meeting. Then he told me I had a
lot of internal struggles to work out and he would
help me with those. I didn't get a chance to ask what
he meant because he said goodbye and left me at the
door.
At the next meeting I was once again seated next to
him and he once again had on the same revealing
spandex bathing suit. I was finding myself looking at
his cock more and more. One time I looked up from
gazing at his cock and realized he had been observing
me for a while. I turned several shades of red and he
simply gave me a barely perceptible nod, which I
understood to mean, "it's ok to look, you can't it."
Later I looked again and this time he made himself get
an erection while I was staring at it. In case you
are not aware, Daddy is capable of giving himself an
erection at will. When I saw the thickness and length
of his cock as it spread down his leg I got my own
erection. I felt immediately strange and the thought
crossed my mind "I am a fag," but then I dismissed the
thought and attributed my arousal to the sexual
tension from his boldness.
Before I continue, I must point out that Daddy's cock
is perhaps the most beautiful one that ever was. It
is about 8 to 9 inches in length, veiny, beautifully
shiny and taught, with a big purple mushroom head that
is perfectly proportioned to its thickness. Under the
tight spandex I could see most of the beauty of it
outlined against the taught fabric. I know now, that
I wanted desperately to touch it, to suck on it, to
feel it buried deep inside my yearning rectum, filling
me with hot cum. At the time, I wouldn't allow such
thoughts to cross my mind. Daddy would later open my
mind and let me accept a lot of feelings I had
resisted till then.
We had two more meetings with Daddy and at each one I
found myself more and more drawn to him. I would be
excited with anticipation the morning of the meeting
but didn't know exactly why. One morning just before
I left home I masturbated furiously and sprayed cum
all over myself, subconsciously wishing it was his
seed.
At the last meeting we held he had me stay back and
told me he wanted to show me something. We went to
his bedroom so he could show me a framed drawing of
the compound expansion as he envisioned it. He stood
very close to me as he pointed out the different
features he was incorporating into the new structure.
I was pointing at something in the drawing when he
asked me how long I had been divorced. I told him 7
years, but asked him how he knew I had ever been
married. He took my right hand and showed me how my
ring finger was slightly thinner at the base, the
result of years of wearing a ring I was slowly
outgrowing. He told me he liked to study people and
those were the little things that told so much. Then
he told me he also thought I was covering some deep
seated sexual urges which was causing me stress I was
not aware of.
I got a little cocky and asked him whatever gave him
that idea. In a most serious and almost stern way he
told me I was constantly looking at his cock and that
when he got himself hard for my benefit he had seen
signs of lust in my eyes. I tried to dismiss it but
he grabbed my arm and told me he knew what he was
seeing and didn't like to be challenged. I was
somewhat stunned and a little frightened, but also
feeling that sense of arousal I felt every morning
before coming to meet him.
Then he made the move that changed everything. He
held my gaze for what seemed like hours but was
certainly only seconds, and he said "Brad, I am going
to fuck you."
My initial thought was that he meant it in a slang
sort of way as in "I am going to screw you over," but
I think deep down inside I knew what he meant. But,
I played the fool, and said "what do you mean?"
He squeezed my arm harder and said, "you know exactly
what I mean. I am going to shove my cock up inside
your tight ass and fuck you. What part of that is so
hard to understand."
I knew at that instant I was going to let him fuck me.
But, years of conditioning in avoiding what I wanted
sexually took over and I pulled back, telling him I
thought it was time to go. His arm held my grip. He
actually pulled me closer and told me leaving would be
the biggest mistake I would ever make. I told him I
was not gay and he got angry. He said to me "you are
one of those stupid people who decides what's right
for them based on labels. Right now you want me to
fuck you so bad it is killing you. You can feel
something stirring deep down at the base of your cock
you haven't felt in a long, long time. Stay, Brad.
Stay and let me free you of all your hang-ups and
fears. All you have to do is obey me for one night
and I will give you freedom."
I pulled back once more and tried to break away from
his grip. He pulled his hand back and slapped my on
the side of the face twice, hard. I stood there
stunned. He then let me have it and said "You stupid
bitch, I am not asking you to stay, I am telling you.
You want my cock and you have been craving it since
the first time you met me. You want me to rape you,
to take you and turn you into a submissive fucktoy for
other men. You want so desperately to surrender. I
have seen it hundreds of times. Normally, I let
bitches like you make the choice to leave or stay, but
I'm not giving you that choice. You either submit to
me right now, or I will rape you right here in the
floor. Which is it going to be"
I surrendered. I looked at him and said, "ok, I'll
submit" I stepped over a line that moment from which
I have never stepped back nor regretted.
He then made me strip, and as I took off my clothes
he looked and touched and commented about my body.
Then he stood in front of me and started to fondle my
cock as he looked directly into my eyes. Then he gave
me the rules that every one of his new bitches get
just before he fucks them. He told me he was
completely in charge. I had no say in what was going
to happen next. He told me I would certainly get
extreme pleasure from his breeding, but that was
secondary to his pleasure. He also told me if I
hesitated for one second on any command, punishment
would be quick. The more he talked the more aroused I
became. By the time he was through explaining my new
role, my cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum all
down his leg.
I have never kissed a man, and this was the best
kissing I ever experienced. His tongue is
extraordinarily long and he slid it to the back of my
throat and slid it around to the point I almost
gagged. He breathed into my mouth so I was taking
his exhaled breath into my lungs. It was a symbolic
but deeply moving gesture that he could even decide
what air I could breath.
When he sat down and put his cock in my mouth it felt
more natural to me than any pussy I have ever eaten.
In less than thirty minutes he taught me how to suck
cock and take it down my throat like an expert. He
let me gag only once, then the second time he slapped
me on the face and called me a "a lazy bitch." It was
humiliating but acutely arousing. Eventually, I
listened to his instructions and ignored my own body's
signals and was able to take his cock deep in my
throat.
When he first entered me it was an incredibly painful
experience. Had he stopped and let me go at that
point I doubt I would ever have allowed another cock
in my pussy. But, he held on to me and kept his cock
planted deep inside me. I was literally skewered by
his manhood and couldn't have moved if I had wanted
to. I laid there for a long time till the pain eased.
The fullness of his thick cock in my cunt went from
painful, to acceptable, to comfortable, to intensely
erotic over a period of about 30 minutes. Once my
cock got hard he knew I had reached the stage where I
was ready to be fucked. He told me he would be
fucking me for several hours and I don't think it
registered in my mind how long that can be. He is a
man of his word.
He fucked me in every conceivable position and made me
cum countless times. I would tell him I was going to
cum and he would simply give my ass a couple of really
hard slaps and tell me to just cum and to stop making
a production out of it. He called my orgasms nothing
more than wasted byproduct of the breeding process.
One would think being humiliated and treated like one
is worthless would be hurtful. In fact, every time he
would do that I would cum harder. There was something
intensely arousing about being used as his fucktoy.
He is a very verbal master. He loves to talk to his
bitches and humiliate them while he pounds his heavy
meat in and out of their cunts. That first night he
would push his cock deep inside me and then tell me my
I was his slut whore, he'd describe how good his cock
felt wrapped in the walls of a fag's sloppy cunt. He
would slap my ass and tell me I was only good to be
used as a place to dump his cum. He would make me
tell him I was a worthless cunt and wanted to drink
his hot piss (he loves water sports but saves it for
another place because he doesn't like to get urine in
the bed. I'll tell you about that in another letter).
I was liberated by what I said. Saying it put out
there where it couldn't be denied and the more base my
words, the hotter I felt.
Finally, we had fucked in every conceivable position.
My pussy was raw but still excited. He put me on my
back, hooked my legs over his arms and put his cock
back inside me. Then he started to have his own
orgasm. I don't know if it is normal to feel a man
cumming inside your rectum, but with Daddy there is
so much cum it is more like an enema. Most of his
bitches cum when he shoots them full of cum. The
first big eruption from his cock took my breath away,
the second started me building to an orgasm, and the
third one made cum. I was in the middle of the orgasm
when he pulled his cum coated cock out of my cunt and
shoved it in my mouth. I was cumming so hard myself
that I couldn't focus on my breathing or swallowing
and when the big thick squirt of hot sperm filled my
mouth I gagged on it and pulled my head away. Cum
came running out the side of my mouth and down my
cheek. The next big eruption caught me by surprise
and I managed to swallow some of it, but the next and
final shot hit directly into the back of my throat and
it made me feel like I was drowning. I jerked his
cock out of my mouth and a small stray squirt laid a
long rope across my nose and up to my forehead.
He stood up and told me to clean up and climb into the
other bed. I did the best I could and when I moved to
get off the bed I let go with a long thick squirt of
cum out my pussy. He told me to expel all of it off
on the bed and the staff would clean it up the next
day. When I finally got it all off me it looked like
someone had spilled an entire bottle of hot ranch
dressing all over the bed. It was a slippery, smelly
mess.
Once cleaned up he took me to the other bed. He
pulled me into him and played gently with my cock as I
laid there in a dream state. He talked softly to me
and I listened. I sensed he was still completely in
charge and didn't like his bitches treating him like
an equal. Later, he slipped a couple of fingers deep
inside my cunt and gently massaged my prostate. It
didn't bring me to orgasm but relaxed me and loosened
the tight feeling behind my balls, the result of so
many orgasms. I drifted off to sleep.
I have been with him ever since. There are 26 of us
in the harem right now, and that number changes.
Every few weeks we get a chance to spend the night
with him and it is what we all wait for. Coming back
to the stable the next morning, smelling of daddy and
dripping his seed out your pussy is the best feeling
in the world. Everyone looks at you with envy and the
rest of the day is spent telling everyone how good he
fucked you, and perhaps even relating some new
position he put you in.