The Fall

[havelock73]

Part I:

It was a crisp fall day in New England. I love the fall.   The cold mornings are perfect reasons to have a pumpkin infused hot drink and to wear  layers of clothes.  As the day warms,  it is the perfect weather for strolling in the woods.  The autumn breeze blows the leaves off the trees and rustles the leaves along the ground.  At night, the cooling temperatures yields mists allowing the autumn moon to portend a dark , enchanting evening.

This morning was different.  I was in New England a place I have never been.  Most people come to New England in the fall to revel in the season.  They drive to see the spectacular fall colors and enjoy the small towns.  I came in the tail end of fall well past the peak leaf season.  The leaves were mostly on the ground with some survivors still fighting their fate on the branches.  Instead of crowds, there was silence. Instead of colors, there was brown and grey.  It was a day where I was to meet the man who was going to change my life.  He was going to breed me with his cock and infect me with HIV.

     I had nervous energy all day.  I had spent the day hiking and then showered up before meeting him at a local restaurant in the evening.  When I got to the restaurant, he was there.  I had never met him before but I knew the man in the plaid shirt and jeans was my Master.  He was a broad shouldered man with a rotund stomach. He had gray hair and a thick trimmed grey beard.  He smiled as he looked at me.  He stood up as I walked to him.  He gave me a handshake which he pulled to a hug.  His strong arms and big hands swallowed me up.  It was a warm, encapturing embrace.  It overpowered my nerves and I quickly sat down.  He made small talk until the waitress appeared to take our order.  He spoke up , ordering a large steak for him, and he ordered vegetable soup with a salad for me.  He also ordered a beer for himself, and cocktail for me.  I did not speak at all.  When the bill came, I paid without a thought. 

     Dinner ended quickly and we left the restaurant.  He told me to get into his truck. Rather than drive to the motel , he took me to the nearby park along the river.  It was a chilly autumn night.  I was cold so my Master put his rugged work coat around me as we walked along the river.  The moon was out and reflected on the water in the cool evening.

"Are you ready for this, son?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you ready to give up your life?"

"Yes, Sir."

"This is your last chance to ask and learn."

"Yes, Sir.  Sir, must I do this?"

"It is your choice boy.  I cannot make it for you. Why did you make this trip?"

"Because I wanted to see you, Sir"

"Why did you want to see me boy?"

"Sir, we have been talking for a year.  I cherish talking with you by chat and phone.  I value your wisdom. I respect your knowledge. I love your compassion."

"Why do you respect my knowledge? What are you seeking"?

"Sir, I fight who I am. I am a "straight man" who is a sissy gay boy. I fight it. I am disgusted by my desires. I have oppressed them all my life.  You have helped me see the beauty and love in them. You help me see the truth , Sir."

"What is the truth, Son?"

"Sir, the truth is I want to submit to you and your power.  I want to be your submissive slave.  I will do as ask you ask.  I want you to control me.  Help me end this life and be reborn anew.  Help me become who I dream of and who I am destined to be, Sir"

"How will I do this, boy?"

"Sir, you will make love to me with your cock.  You will breed me and that will convert me to who I am."

"Boy, what kind of love will I make to you?"

I stop walking at this question and looked away. I listen to the water glide downstream and  the gentle wind move leaves along the ground. I shiver at the thoughts running through my head.    Can I do this? Is this the right thing to do?   Why was I doing this?  I knew it was wrong.  I should flee this immediately.  Why do an act that was going to risk my health and  radically change my life?

He hugs me from behind. His arms envelope my chest holding me tight pressing me into his body. I feel his strong presence against my back and ass. 

"Boy, what kind of love will I make to you?  What do you want, boy?  You have to say it for me to do it. You have to want it."

I turn around.  I feel the nerves in stomach. Master's hands reach up and guide my face to look into his eyes.  I fall into them.  There is such strength, passion, and love. How can I resist this? I accept what I want.

"Sir, I need you to make poz love to me. Only this will change my life. This will force me to accept who I am and embrace it. I want to destroy this me and liberate the true me." 

He stares into my eyes.  He steps closer and hugs me tight. He kisses the top of my forehead. I feel his body against mine and portend the hard daddy cock that is pressing against me.

 

"Good choice boy.  I believe you. When we get to the hotel, you will change.  You will accept what I have planned for tonight.  You will surrender all free will to me. You will give up everything.  You can question but you cannot ask.  You can resist but you cannot struggle. Tonight, I will convert you to mine. Forever. "

With that, we move back to the truck.  I climb in.   A deep rumble disturbs the evening calm as the truck engine turns over and we drive to the motel. I stare out the window thinking what am I doing?

[havelock73]

Part II

We got back to the motel.  It was a small family owned hotel with the motel portion off the main road behind the family house.  The motel only had 8 units and it appeared all were empty except mine.

Daddy stopped the truck.  He looked me.

 "Boy, this is your last chance.  Once we enter that room, you are mine.  You will do as I ask.  You will submit to me."

I swallowed hard about hearing this.  Master's tone was firm but with compassion.  He was not threatening.  He was honest and direct.

"Boy, what do you want? I need you to affirm this one more time. Tell me what you want from you Master."

I could not back out now.  I saw his body and eyes.  This was a strong man, holding back his need to dominate me and give me the opportunity to say no. This was a man who was lonely, living alone in the country.  Society has cruelly ostracized men such as him.  Since they loved men; they dominated men; they did not worship the Christian god and they were infected with a deadly contagious disease, it was best if people ignored them.  Yet this man had not ignored me. He had talked to me, reasoned with me.  He had been patient with me.  He had told me that my desires and lusts were natural.  They were not sinful. They were part of me and I was being cruel, dishonest to myself and my family by denying it.  How could I deny him and myself?  I felt such love for him.

"Sir, please make love to me.  My body and mind yearn for him to make me yours."

He gently kissed me.  It was our first kiss.  It was a kiss of confirmation and promise.  This was only the beginning.

 

"Boy, go into the room.  Go into the bathroom, take a hot shower, clean yourself, and change."

I left the truck, entered the room, grabbed a bag beside the bed, and entered the small bathroom.  The next 15 minutes were a daze.  I did not think, I just did.  I cleaned myself for him. I took a scalding hot shower scrubbing my body, making sure I was pure for him.  Finally, I changed for him putting on a white silk robe and left the bathroom.

 

My master all turned off all the lights.  The only light was a couple of candles and the moon light coming through the windows. 

"Stay there boy. Wait for your eyes to adjust."

Slowly my eyes adjusted to the darkness.  With the limited light, I saw master.  He was naked.  In the flickering light, I could see his strong frame.  His hands were on hips with his  muscular, stout legs spread shoulder length apart.

 "Come here, boy.  Come to me."

 

I meekly walked to him.  As I got closer, I glanced down his body to see his daddy cock.  I was memorized by it.  I could not see all of it but it looked too big to fit in me.  I paused slightly but continued towards him.

As I got closer, daddy's left hand left his hip and slapped me across the face with the back side of his palm. A loud clap hit the room and I felt the stinging on the left side of my face. 

 

"Keep your eyes on my eyes.  Don't ever stop when I give you a command, boy."

 

I did not speak. I locked eyes on him.  I felt shame but I did not look down. 

 

"Good boy." 

 

His arms went around me in a hug and I felt him pull me closer.  He titled his head and kissed my neck.  His arms were around my back and I could feel his power as they moved across the silk.  He kissed my neck, biting me gently, and then kissing my head. He then looked into my eyes and as he leaned into kiss me I closed my eyes. I felt him kiss me slowly , gently holding me.  Gradually, his tongue opened my mouth deeper, pushing stronger into me as his arms bear hugged me .  His arms went down my  back grabbing my ass pulling me.  I could feel his daddy cock against my stomach and my knees started to go weak. 

 

He stopped and I opened my eyes.  He was smiling. 

"Boy, it's time for you to please me.  Do what comes to your mind. "

 

Immediately, I dropped to my hands and knees.  I kneeled and kissed his feet.  I kissed his feet and ankle licking my way up his legs.  I paused at his knees  kissing and nibbling at the lower part of his thighs.  I continuing kissing his upper thigh until I was face to face with his cock.  I was about to use my hands, but realized this was a mistake.  The true act of submission required me only to use my mouth and tongue.  I changed positions slightly and moved to kiss his balls.  I kissed them twisting my head to suck them from below.  I continued to lick and kiss his balls until I started to feel pain in my neck.

 

"Good boy.  You may now kiss the cock."

 

I stopped what I was doing and looked at the daddy cock.  Fluid was at the tip and I  kissed it.  I opened my mouth and licked the tip and base.  I moved up head up and down the cock licking it with intense passion.  My neck muscles did not appreciate the movement but I dare not stop.  It was my purpose to please this lovely man.

 

"Son, you are doing well.  You have anointed the cock with your spit.  Take it into your mouth.  Show me you want to worship daddy's cock."

 

With these words, I looked up into his eyes.  I opened my mouth,  leaned forward taking him into my mouth.  It was not a graceful act but I covered my teeth with my lips and pushed my tongue to the side.  I wanted to take this cock deep.  I wanted to prove myself to him.

 

Minutes went by, but I only focused on the cock in my mouth.  Daddy's hands moved up to my head, rubbing his heads in my hair as his hips moved subtly with my head.  I remember gagging a bit but Daddy did not get angry nor force me.  He only affirmed my progress in pleasing him.   My mind was afire with lust.  I could not believe the pleasure I was getting from this.  I had watched porn before and watched bottoms get lost in sucking a man's cock but I believed that was just acting.  Now, I learned that cock sucking is not just about pleasing your man.  It was about getting lost in sucking a cock; feeling it throb against your cheeks.  Feeling the balls slap rhythmically against your lips.  The hands caressing your head and the growls of pleasure coming from this strong man.  The salty and sweaty taste in my mouth.  This was how love was supposed to be.  Passionate, intense.  Selfless.  Surrendering your needs to the needs of a Daddy. 

 

" Son, you have pleased me and the cock.  Stand up before me."

 

I arose from my knees and stood before him.  His hands moved to my shoulders pushing the robe off my body.  I was naked before my Daddy.

 

"Son, get on the bed lying on your stomach.  Daddy wants to massage your body."

 

I climbed on to the bed afire with passion and scared about what was going to happen next.

 

 

[oinker]

Great start looks like there is going to be cock  worship and more.......... 

[sleazebugga]

Great piece of writing. Looking forward to the boy taking daddy's poz sperm

[havelock73]

Part III

The room was not cold but I was shivering. I was shivering in fear as I lay on the bed face down.    I grabbed a pillow and lay my chin on it.  Master moved around but I did not turn to see what he was doing. 

I soon felt his powerful hands on my feet.  Something hot and slick was being rubbed on my right foot.  It was a strong, forceful but not painful.  The hands worked up to my ankles, working the oil into my skin with smooth, broad strokes.  Sir was forcing the tension up my body  with each stroke driving it from where it touched.  His hands moved to my calves and then thighs.  Each muscle protested at the robust hands driving the oil in to my skin.  Yet soon, they gave way to the assault and submitted to him.  Sir was making my entire body submit. 

I felt Sir stop.  The mattress sagged as more weight came on to it.  Sir was straddling my back with knees an either side. Sir's hands them skipped going higher and went to my shoulders.  Again it was a uncomfortable , strong massage.  My shoulders tensed up trying to resist the powerful hands. I groaned in discomfort and tried to move.

"Boy, you can resist but you cannot struggle.  You will be mine in every way."

 

He continued this assault on my body.  Each muscle  yielded to his power and relaxed under him.  His hands pinned me down, pushing down my back driving their power  into me.  Slowly, he worked his way down driving the tension lower and lower.  Sir was focusing all of the tension into one part of my body, my ass. 

 

 I had closed my eyes under this onslaught.   Now, I felt the need to open them.  I did.  It was much darker than before.  Sir had blown out the candles.  Only the pale moon light coming through the windows illuminated the room.  I noticed a mirror at the top of the bed. Sir had placed it there so I could see what was happening.  Sir wanted me to see him.

 

He looked different in the moonlight.  He was still a broad shouldered man but I could see and sense the strength in him.  His white hair had a blackish tint and his bread did not cover up the determination.  Master had a purpose.  Every action, every move,  every breath propelled him towards his purpose. I shuttered in realization: I was that purpose.

 

"Yes, boy, you are learning your fate.  Delve into it. Embrace it or fight it. It makes no difference.  Your fate is mine."

 

The voice was not the embracing man at dinner.  It was a darker, firm tone that ended in a snarl when he said the last bit. 

His hands continued to push, rub and massage the tension in my body. Corralling it into my ass. My head started to swim with all this pressure.  My body was relaxing except for my head and ass.  My legs, back, arms, and shoulders were weary from the rub down. I simply wanted to melt into the bed.  My ass was taught and tense.  My head was lost in thoughts of fear, shame, and desire.  I wanted to resist but my body would not let me.  My heart was racing as this pressure only built up and up.

 

At this point, Master slapped my ass. It was not a spank since he slapped the side of my ass. I cried out in pain and shame.  Why was he doing this?  What did I do to deserve this?  Master struck again and I whimpered in humiliation and pain.

 

"No, boy.  Do not speak if you wish to become my  Son.  This is your final and only warning."

 

Again, a slap on the side of my cheeks. Another one the other side. Harder and louder.  I did not speak.  I surrendered to the pain and shame.  I understood this was not about deserving.  It was about service and obedience.

 

"Good. You are proving your worth."

 

The slapping stopped and hot oil drizzled on  my ass.  My ass was stinging with shame and taught with tension.  The oil dripped down between my thighs and cheeks.  Master's hands came to my ass and started to massage my cheeks.  It was different.  This was not painful. It was subtle and pleasurable.  The tension in my ass melted away.  My mind was a different story. I closed my eyes and just accepted what was happening.

 

The bed shifted again as Master moved lower.  His hands pushed my legs apart and he lay down between them.   I felt Master's hands part my cheeks and then his tongue shattered my mind.  His tongue licked  my ass and my opening.  It was gentle, probing, and oh, so hot.  I wanted to squirm to get away from the liquid, probing heat but I could not.  My body lacked the power it was still tired from the rub down.  All I could do was surrender to it and let it open my ass up.  And open up I did.  The hands parted my ass and the tongue got deeper and deeper.  The heat continued to build up in my ass.  It was nothing that compared to the fire in my mind.  With my eyes closed, my  other senses went into high gear stimulating my mind.  What was fear had given way to desire and now the rimming was fanning flames of passion in my mind.

 

The stimulation continued as Master added a finger to his tongue.  As my ass opened, the finger inserted in gently, thrusting in and out.  Soon another finger was added. Then another.  There was discomfort as the fingers widened my ass thrusting in and out.  The heat was so much and my hips began to discretely  move with Master's fingers.  My eyes stayed closed trying not to think about what was going to happen.  Master changed that.

 

"Boy, what do you want?"

 

My hips moved in time with the fingers.  I kept my eyes closes as my imagination came to life.

 

"Pleasure and release sir.  I can't take much more of this."

 

The fingers continued to thrust in me as Master moved positions.  I felt his breath on the back of my neck and a gentle kiss near my ear.

 

"Boy, what do you need?"

 

My vivid imagination betrayed me.  I could see Master in my eyes and his firm  daddy cock. I wanted that.  I remembered all the chats and phone calls.  I was flooded with his loneliness and need.  The heat and passion and love combined to destroy my final reservations.

 

"Master, I need your daddy cock in me. "

 

Once the words left my mouth, I knew I could not take them back. Immediately, Daddy stopped and got off the bed.  I heard a rustling as Daddy got something from a bag, a cap open, and then  the mattress sag again under Master's weight.  Daddy was on top of me. His chest was against my back and his kissed the back of my neck.  I felt his powerful, slick daddy cock against my ass.  He started to rock his hips against me rubbing his cock up and down the crevice of my ass. More kisses on the back of my neck.  More stimulation flaming only more fire and passion.

 

"Boy, do want to become my son?"

 

"Yes, sir. I do"

 

"Then tell me what you want."

 

"Sir, I want you to make love to me."

 

"Boy,  what kind of love?"

 

I wanted to deny it.  He would not let me.  The cock in my crevice. The kisses on my neck.  The powerful body pressing down on me.  The heat from him.  The love and compassion.  The power.  How could I not yield to this man?

 

"Master, please make poz love to me.  Sir, breed me and grace me with your seed."

 

I felt Master shift.  He cock was no longer at my crevice but pointed at my hole.  The kisses resumed. The rocking of the hips resumed but it was different.  The cock was now penetrating into me.

[havelock73]

Part IV

Slowly, Master's cock worked it's way inside my hole.  I wish it went easy. That it glided in and went balls deeps effortlessly.  That did not happen.  Master did not want that to happen.

 

My ass was afire with lust and had opened up for Daddy's fingers, but it was not ready to accept the girth of Master's cock.  Each thrust push against my opening stretching it.  My ass tensed up and tried to close off the flesh invader.  Master would have none of that.  He did not increase the tempo. He continued the rocking back and forth.  His cock would push through the resistance. The head would push through and stop about 2 inches in.  He would pause for a second, slowly withdraw completely, and then thrust back in with the same tempo.  This was not about my pleasure. It was another lesson.

 

I opened my eyes hoping that Daddy would be sympathetic if he saw my pain.  I was shocked at what I saw.  The pale moonlight pathed Master and brought him in a new light.  The left side of his body was engulfed in darkness. The right side was faintly visible.  I could see the outline of his face and head.  His head moved with each thrust bring more moon light to his face. He was vibrant, purposeful, and dark.  His right eye had a glow and his nostrils flared with each thrust and then withdrew into the shadows as he withdrew.  He chest glistened with sweat and his stomach protruded over my ass.  I could feel the power in his hips, restrained to an extent, thrusting into me.  His  hands were against my hips just above my ass pinning me down.  A low growl came with each thrust.  Who was this man on top of me thrusting his cock into me with no concern about me?  Could he not feel and sense my discomfort?

 

Master must have sensed my thoughts because he thrust deeper and growled loader.  Master's cock battered against my 2nd ring, which foolishly tried to resist.  With the same purposeful tempo, master thrust into again and again.  It was not a battering ram. It was a piston, slowly  moving up and down, with nothing able to stop it.  Deeper and Deeper.  I was biting the pillow in pain. I tried to push my ass deeper into the bed.   Master's piston continued.  I tried to move up the bed. The hands held my hips in place and the piston continued.  There was no relief from this methodical fucking.  It was constant, deliberate, and painful.   Cold sweat broke over my body.  Master could smell the fear coming from me.

 

"Yes boy. Fear me. There is no escape.  There is only THE COCK."

 

Why was this happening?  I did not agree to this.  It was supposed to be a romantic event.  This was not rape, but it was not love.  It was slow torture.  What happened to man who hugged me and promised to make love to me?

 

My body gave way.  Master's cock pushed through the 2nd ring and he went all the way in.  He paused and did this again.  Stronger.  Deeper.  My back and neck were damp with sweat from the pain.  It did not matter. It continued. Again and Again.  Master groaned and withdrew completely.  His cock rested against my ass.

 

"Boy, You have started to surrender." 

 

My ass felt wetter and there was a burning inside it.  The pain forced clarity in my mind.   I was bleeding.  Not badly nor dramatically.  Enough to feel.  And this was the purpose.  This was the reason for the methodical fucking.   Pain was the instrument to teach me submission.   Blood was a necessary result and it was vital for the final step.  I knew that now. This was the act of love, not cruelty.  Master did not want me to suffer.  He want to free me. He wanted to teach me to submit and please THE COCK. And with this act, my sacrifice to him could happen.  He could claim me.  I realized this was a test.  Would I submit to him with gratitude and love? Or would I be a coward and let him take me?

 

"Master, please don't stop.  I need THE COCK inside me."

 

Master got up off me and move aside.  He grabbed my right shoulder and turned move over.  He then spread my legs and got between them.  I raised my hips and he grabbed several pillows to put under them.  He moved up and I felt that unmistakable  cock between my ass cheeks.

 

Again, he thrust in with a gentle power.  He looked into my eyes. I  moaned in pleasure.  This was different. This was love. I could see the emotion in his body as he lowered his head to my face.  I could sense the passion as his hips moved in motion with mine.  Master was fucking with power and love.   Whereas before there was pain, now Master's cock targeted my prostate with singular attention. Each thrust brought waves of pleasure cascading through me.  Fear was gone from my mind.  Love and pleasure took dominance.  Thrust after thrust.  Moan after moan escaping my body. This was more that I could have imagined.  This was natural. This was full of grace and compassion. It was how sex should be.

Again, Master sensed my thoughts.

 

"Boy, Feel it out. It's okay. "

 

I obeyed Master. I let my mind go. I focused on feeling the pleasure and embracing the emotion.  I could feel it well up inside me.  I had to share it with Master.  I let go.

 

"Sir, I love you."

 

It came as a cry and moan from my lips.  More followed.

 

"Sir, make me yours."

 

"Boy, say it.  Tell me what you will give to me."

 

It was at that point I realized my ass was not what Sir wanted.  He wanted more.  The emails, the phone calls late at night.  The patience with my cold feet.  The encouragement for me to step out and travel. The hug at dinner.  The massage at the bed.  The battering of my ass.  Those were with purpose.  Again the purpose was me.  Master wanted me.  All of me.  The virus was just a means to an end.  Claim me. Forever.

 

"Sir, poz me sir.  I want you to cum inside me.  Make me yours."

 

"Boy, I want all of you.  You know what I want. Say it."

 

Master's face had moved closer to mine.  I looked into his eyes.  Power, love and darkness look back at me.  I finally understood.  Forever means surrender.  I did it out of love.

 

"Sir, I give it.  I give you my soul.  Claim me with your poz seed."

 

Sir's kissed me deeply as soon as a I shouted that.  His tempo increased.  Now it was power, depth, and speed.  I had given permission and he was  going to claim it with THE COCK.  I raised my legs and wrapped them around him.  I wanted Master to know I wanted this. I needed this.  His rested against mine as he kissed me aggressively. 

 

Suddenly, Master raised up.  The moon light illuminated his lovely darkness and power.  He thrust deeper and deeper.  I could feel THE COCK swell in size.  He looked down upon me with intent and menace. 

 

"Son, you are mine.  Take my gift."

With that his cock swelled and throbbed, shooting his seed deep inside my ass.  The cock throbbed again and again.  My ass was full of hot Master seed pushed deep inside me.

 

Tears came from my eyes as I embraced the passion.  I loved this man, this Dark master. Master kissed me deeply. 

 

"Son, thank you.  It took a long time for you to come.  You are mine now. I love you too"

 

The moon was still shining and the night was not yet over.  My trip had just started and journey had just started.

[hamdenbbtm]

Great story! 

[hurri]

indeed a great story, and well told.  i  could feel each of Havelock73's sensations as he described them.  it feels as if i had served the master too.

[Knightfalconer]

Not only a really horny story, but one that is very well written.

The author has paced the story line, neither rushing to the moment the top's poz cock penetrates the victim's neg arse, nor racing thereafter, to the 'pozzing' climax itself. The separation of lines of conversation also assisted in making it easier to read and follow what was taking place.

My only preferences would be less space between lines and to use italics for any conversation, but these are minor points which don't affect the quality of the writing.