East Village Advanture

My experience with Master Danny truly opened my eyes. This master/slave relationships, bdsm, cbt, etc. were on my mind almost everyday. Due to the fact that Master Danny and I lived far apart, we couldn't get together as often as we would have wished. So once again, I found myself posting ad on Craigslist searching for masters. And I was hoping to find someone more local.

Filtering through all the replies from people claiming to be masters, one attached a picture. He was in blue jeans, leather jacket and wore pilot sunglasses. And he had a mustache, which in most cases always turn me on. After we exchanged a few emails, we agreed to meet at a Starbucks in East Village.

"When you are there, find a place to sit down, untie your left shoe and I will know it's you." he wrote in his email.

On the day we supposed to meet inside the Starbucks, I followed his direction and untied my left shoe. My eyes scanned the coffee shop once, but didn't see anyone looked like the picture. I sat there drinking my ice tea and waited for him to show up.  Just when I looked out the window, thinking that I might have been fooled, a well built man in leather jacket sat right next to me. His breath smelled of tobacco and, strangely, in this case it excited me.

"I've got a place just a few blocks away. You wanna go?"

I took it as he thought I fit his requirements. Got down from the stool and I followed him out the door.

When we entered the place he talked about, there was a bed covered with large plastic sheet. The sight scared me for it reminded me of the scene in movies where people were about to get whacked.

He seemed to notice my reaction and told me that it's not what I was thinking. Then he told me to strip.  I trusted my own instinct and I took off all my clothes.

He sat on a couch and told me to bent over his knee. Smack! He spanked me real hard right between my ass cheeks. I bit my lips and tried to take the pain. He kept spanking me and I finally cried out and asked him to top. But he just kept slapping my ass with his rough bare hand. His breath became heavy and I felt his cock grew harder.

He ordered me to lay on the plastic sheet covered bed while he removed his own clothes. Then he tied my hands and legs to the four corners of the bed. Now that I really had no control at all, fear came to me. "What have I put myself into?" I remembered asking myself.

When he returned from the other room, he held a box in his hand full of new and half used candles. He sat naked besides me, lit a candle and positioned it high above my chest.

"Are you ready, boy?"

Before I could reject, first drop of hot wax already landed on my left nipple. I screamed and wanted to cry. But it didn't stop him from dripping more boiling hot wax on my nipples.

"You want more, boy?"

I couldn't believe but I heard myself said, "Yes, sir!"

Even though it was really painful, but the sensation was too great to give up. It felt like the wax was piercing through my skin. It's brutal but I somehow loved it.

He covered my nipples and chest with hot wax and started going down. He dripped wax on my abs and was getting closer and closer to my crotch. I stared at the dripping hot wax landed on my skin, one by one.

With a smirk on his face, first drop of hot wax land on my balls. I screamed in pain and yet I had no intention to stop him. Soon my balls were covered with wax, he proceeded to pour hot wax on my cock! Only then I realized that my cock was rock-hard the whole time.

"I see your cock likes it.." he said and poured even more hot wax on my cock. His own cock was leaking precum.

When part of the wax had harden, he broke off most of the wax and freed my cock and ball. Then he untied my right hand and put a lit candle in my hand.

I looked at him in wonder. He grabbed my balls hard in his hand and he said, "Go on, you know what to do. On your cock, boy."

I gave him a reluctant smile, surprised myself more than anybody else, I let the hot wax drip on my stiff cock. While I was moaning in self inflicted pain, he tighten his grip more and more. I no longer knew if I was screaming from the  hot wax gripping down on my cock or by his crushing my balls. His cock stiffen each time he squeezed my balls and heard me scream. When he gave my balls a final, firm squeeze, he shot his white load over my abs.

It somehow tuned me on knowing that my being in pain made him
could make him so high that he came without any stroking by hand. Just when he gave another squeeze on my balls, as if to shoot his last drop of cum, my own cum couldn't stay in my balls any longer..

After we both sort of recovered from exhaustion, he led me to the shower and we cleaned each other.

"I'm William, by the way."

So I finally knew his name.