The Master of Dreams

I met the man who would change my entire outlook on life by chance in a casual chat room online, and my boyfriend was going to be traveling with me for two days at home alone.
I'll call him Macho, 'cause that's what he likes.
We talked on the phone about everything we could and couldn't do, so that nothing would go wrong at this time. He explained to me that I had a dream: I wanted to be a real male hunchback.
He said he knew exactly what I wanted and not to worry.
And the day has come.
I confess that my heart was racing, because I had never been subjected to anyone before. It was a new experience and I don't know if it would work out for me but Macho seemed like good people and he completely dominated me over the phone so I couldn't resist risking this adventure
I left work early and waited for him eagerly, not knowing how far things would go.
The intercom rang and the doorman said he was downstairs, so I asked to come up.
My heart was pounding, like I'd have a seizure from all the anxiety and fear.
He rang the bell. I opened the door and faced him. His serious face did not reveal his desires. He greeted me with a discreet smile. We were still getting to know each other.
He must have sensed my anxiety, because as soon as he arrived I offered him a can of beer which he accepted. I fetched it and brought it to the couch. Then he grabbed me by the wrist and without saying anything put me on his knees in front of him turned on the TV and relaxed on the sofa holding my head against his lap felt his penis creating volume inside my trousers squeezing my cheek against it was hot
Macho slapped me twice in the face, stroked my hair like he was smothering a pet.
I tried to say something to him, but he told me to stay still. So he pushed me and I fell down sitting on the floor. He got up and started taking off his shirt. He took it off slowly all the time staring at me. Then he grabbed my hair and brought me to his feet. I knew what had to be done. I began unbuttoning his trousers, mesmerized by the delicious volume inside. His thick thighs stuck into his beat-up jeans and his furry chest was pure temptation. He lit a cigarette looking down to see if I did everything right.
I pulled his trousers down and held that swollen limb in my underwear, it was throbbing before my eyes.
- You want to suck my cock, horny?
It was the thing that I wanted most, and he knew it. So he wouldn't let go. He grabbed my hair, started hitting me in the face with his stick -- something no one had ever done to me before -- and I just wanted to understand why this excited him so much.
But he only smiled, seeing my submission... his hard stick hit me on the skin burning and leaving mild pains.
He told me to take off my clothes and just stay in my underwear, which I did, always staring at that beautiful and desirable little man who didn't even move but smoked his cigarette while watching me undress.
I remained on my knees before him, a mere skinny man who was submissive to his master and had no idea of what he intended for me.
He grabbed my head and kept rubbing it on his dick. Twice I tried to get out of there, but in doing so I got two slaps on the face, one from each side, quick and burning that made me calm down. I stood still letting him brush the pin into my face. He was so strong, so manly, so handsome...
From now on, you just crawl and say nothing.
I nodded my head. He went back to the couch and lay down on it, still in his socks, then he pulled them off and drew me close by my hair.
- He's going to lick my feet, horny...
And he threw me violently to the ground. I fell, but soon crawled and grabbed his foot, began licking it. But then I felt a burning slap on my butt and her voice thunder:
Put your foot where I'm stepping!
Slowly, I put my lips on his soles. I didn't want to do that but he kicked me in the face with a foot. I had no choice and felt another plug up my ass and started passing out my tongue. Eventually I licked all of his feet then climbed onto his groin licking them and twirling around his legs wanted to lick his whole body because he was the first man who would make me slave...
And I heard his laughter as he was forced to lick him, and he enjoyed my submission... seeing me merely as an object of pleasure wherein he could test himself and satisfy his desires.
I kept licking him, climbing higher and higher. Licking his hairy potatoes firmly on his knee. As I began to climb up his thigh he shivered. He grabbed me again this time by the ear brought it close to my ear's mouth and whispered:
Lick my bag, but first go get another beer.
I ran to the kitchen. When I came back, he was waiting for me standing up and handed him the can as a thank-you.
- I told you to crawl, didn't I?
I immediately fell to my knees and was slapped again, but remained silent.
He laughed, insulting me gratuitously, then raised his stick and showed the bag.
I want you to lick those two balls pretty good, and if you do it right, I'll let you suck my cock.
It was the promise I had hoped for! He sat down and took a position between his legs. He pressed them against my neck, holding me tightly. There was no way out but to open my mouth so that he could put his sack inside of it and breathe. So he held on for some time.
I was already suffocating when he changed his position, grabbed my chin and spoke in a threatening voice:
I want to take a leak, but not in order to get out of here.
I felt a chill in my stomach, and I didn't know if I had the courage to do it.
Laughing all the time, he stood up. He came menacingly close to my face and started rubbing his stick in my mouth without holding it back. I reached out to grab him and suck on him but he slapped me again. I couldn't do that.
So he told me to open my mouth. I obeyed and felt the soft but still swollen head penetrate into my mouth, it was a glorious moment and I looked up with my eyes shining in satisfaction while he stared at me contemptuously, cigarette in his mouth.
- Next time, if a drop falls I'll beat you up.
I shook my head to say yes, then he closed his eyes and got serious.
It caught me off guard because it came with force, breaking through my throat. I snorted and started coughing but he held both of my ears and kept his stick inside. Then the second jet came. It was much longer than the first one and filled my mouth quickly. I swallowed in time for the third jet, the most powerful among them, to start pouring out. From then on I had no rest. My throat went up and down all the time trying to swallow that sea of warm salty urine. This was a light urine with an amazing flavor.
But he wouldn't stop, and then I felt my stomach fill up with that golden magical liquid so delicious...
Then the great jet ceased. There came others, but brief that he released in my mouth as if it were a urethra. I heard his superior voice:
- Suck in the last drops, horny.
I sucked that stick until it felt like there was no more pee, held on to it and kept sucking. Holding my head so as not to let go, he sat back down with his arms behind his neck while gazing at his one-day slave.
I crouched between his legs, leaning on his thick and delicious thighs as my mouth went up and down over that intense member.
He would hold the TV remote and watch channels as if I wasn't there, but I kept on looking at his face while he felt my penis grow to take up all of my mouth.
So I stood there submissive, smoothing his body and letting him be at ease to keep him satisfied.
But his pleasure was not the same as mine. So he took a fancy to my situation. He stood up, grabbed me firmly by the chin and called me an idiot saying that I didn't know how to suck on a pint then started slapping burning claps in my face one after another... until my face began to burn with pain but he did not understand my pain and made fun of me
I noticed that every time he slapped me, his strength grew. I didn't know how much longer I could resist it. I straightened his legs trying to control his anger but he was not delusional and kept hitting.
Then he raised my face and was pleased to see that I had been tortured enough. He stuck his stick in my mouth and said he would teach me how to suck a rod decently. Holding it firmly over my ears, he began kicking it into my mouth making me choke and suffocate without caring whether this was good or not.
He knew that, ah he knew... from now on I could beg or cry or despair but it wouldn't matter.
I was about to choke, when he let go of my head and said:
- Now suck it right, you fucking horn!
I obeyed by sucking him hard, trying to satisfy him and he put his hands on my waist analyzing my performance giving me light tapes in the face while I was blowing it so as to say that I'm doing things right.
He relaxed for a while, enjoying the pacifier as I sweated to keep him happy.
But the son of a bitch got up without saying anything and went to the kitchen, from where he came back with another can of beer. He stood again in front of me and ordered that I continue. Again I fell on my face.
He'd reach down my throat, shove his head in with one hand while the other carelessly grabbed a beer can out of it. I would lick his bag and his appetizing head, suck on his thighs and legs up to his ankles, then back into that bony little mouthpiece. Then slip my tongue gently over his head as he felt the drool dripping off, run it through his lips and get him back to Mommy.
More than an hour passed. My mouth hurt so much from sucking that big dick, but he didn't give any sign of wanting to stop. But then he grabbed my hair and dragged me into the bathroom. I asked him to be careful, but it pulled more, laughing at me and ignoring my requests. When we got in the toilet, threw me inside Box. I leaned against the wall and pointed his stick again on my face.
The first stream of urine hit me in the eye for his amusement. Laughing, he put it back into my open mouth. I began to drink but strong jets struck my face and he washed me with his hot pee. Then my whole body was licked by urine and I licked my arms trying to drink every drop that flowed. But seeing him almost finished, I jumped up and poured it out just in time to be able to drink the last streams. I didn't want to waste this precious liquid so much and felt its taste again, thankful that it did not push me away.
He finished pissing and went into the room, saying:
- Give it a while, that's for the smell to stick well on you...
So I stood there in the Box, feeling cold as urine clung to and penetrated my skin leaving me with the smell of my Macho.
He came back. His dick was hard as a rock and I felt afraid because I was still virgin (until that moment, I had only been active with my boyfriend; it's now ten years since then so for all intents and purposes, I am a virgin again). My desire to be eaten by someone never materialized at least until that time.
He came into the box, and he gave me a violent slap in my face. His punches were getting hotter and stronger. But it didn't seem to bother him so much that he slapped two more hard ones on each side of his face, then told me to stand up.
He pushed me up against the wall and stuck my face in cold tile, I felt his fingers pressing down on my virgin ass... he was squeezing it and nibbling, pulling at my buttocks to reveal my tight butt.
Then, a slight but bearable pain made me realize that his finger was already inside. I tried to turn around, but he pressed my head even harder. It was his wish and I obeyed submissively.
His finger started moving in there, the tip swept my virgin ass all over it licked his hand into a pot of cream and penetrated me again.
It wasn't such a bad pain after all, but just when I thought he was finally going to shove that hot stick up my ass...
It was a very strong slap. For an instant I faced him almost with anger, but he was experienced and did not get intimidated. Seeing my brave look in his eyes, he gave another laugh and another slap on my face. He turned me straight towards him, looking at me nose to nose and said in his cold voice:
You'd better keep quiet and obey, or you may regret...
I felt a sort of growing fear and anxiety. He turned me again to the wall, and began slapping; several of them one after another. The ardour was so great that even my excitement subsided, but looking at his stick as firm and hard, I realized he was amusing himself on account of my pain. I heard his laughter contrasting with my groans and cries. While I suffered from his punishments, he abused my body. As tears flowed from my eyes, his offenses invaded my ears. I begged and pleaded with him to stop, but he would tell me to shut up. He said that the more I asked for it, the harder he'd hit me.
In this way, I suffered his punishments until my ass went numb. His claps were so loud that I thought the neighbors might hear us and think there was some quarrel in the apartment. But he didn't care much about it and his laughter showed that my pain was a pleasure for him.
So he bent down, opened up my ass with his strong hand and stuck his tongue into my butt. I went crazy right away. I loved that but they never did it to me because my boyfriend was passive and I didn't have any other partners. He explored my tail with the tongue and told me to grab her ass like a whore. I felt humiliated for doing this, after all I had been an activist until then. But he was much more than that and completely overpowered me. I grabbed my ass and felt fingers and tongue at the same time tearing myself apart little by little.
He stood up and I felt his whole body glued to mine, the hard pinto rubbing against my kitchen door. Rubbed it a lot, driving me crazy with that volume behind me. Then he took the condom from there and put it in my hand. Told me to put it into my mouth.
I was grateful when I got it right, unwrapped the condom with my mouth and put on that deliciously passionate member.
The son of a bitch wouldn't stop torturing me no matter how much I begged, his hand knew no mercy and spat in my face without any remorse.
He pulled me up by my hair and stuck me against the wall again, then he poked his fingers back in so I was open to him.
It had been so long! Stars shone when the pain invaded me. I tried to free myself, but he held on tightly with a bear hug that tied my neck and both arms. I couldn't even move and had to hold out as he began beating his stick inside of me without respect quickly and violently.
I shouted and cried, but he was my master and I had to resist. If I complained, I could lose him. I gritted my teeth and breathed with relief when he started beating me. The pain of the slaps helped endure the pain of penetration and he should have known this because it hit harder while hitting faster and faster.
"There, horny one! Your ass is red as fire!" he said and laughed, pulling my hair backwards and pushing it deeper. I shouted but he covered my mouth. He punched and punched until the numbness of all pain and that pinch which never stopped made me resist his impulses.
My male fucked me like I never thought possible, but he was perfect and just getting started... after fucking me all kinds of ways in the bathroom, he ripped off his condom and made me fall flat on my face.
You have to suck it till I make fun of you.
So he stood there like a slave master, watching his little horn being happy. Oh I was so glad with that stick in my mouth!
Then I felt his fingers closing in my ears and he pushed deeper, deeper...
And the most beautiful sound in the world came to my ears... the groanings of my Macho.
He grabbed me tightly, cursing several words as he punched faster. Finally a hoarse scream invaded the house and he pulled his stick out of my mouth and yelled for me to open it. Pulling my hair backwards forced my mouth open.
And he did!
The first jet hit the bottom of my throat, going straight to my stomach; then came other jets, many of them. His pee was delicious but his fuck even tastier and I let that sex-honey pour into my mouth. Horny as hell seeing him not stop laughing at me. I felt viscous semen accumulate on my tongue. He put a stick in my mouth so I could lick the last dripping drops. I held it up and licked it like he deserved for being so good to me.
So I raised my head to him so that he would see the prize in my mouth. He looked at me and laughed, grabbed my chin and told me to spit everything out of his hand. I didn't want to spew because I wanted to drink this sweet thing, but I obeyed.
I put all that shit in his hand and he rubbed it on my face, laughing at me and humiliating me with harsh words.
He came out of the bathroom, wiping himself off and leaving me there. I sat on the floor feeling my whole body burning with a sore ass and my face as if it were going to explode. But I mustered up strength and went into the room where he was waiting for me.
I thought it was over and we could talk, but when he got to the room...
When I put my mouth on, he warned me that the beer was working and would take another piss. But it didn't bother him to get up. He just held my head;
And the jets came. Now it seemed to taste even better. I drank every drop, moaning with pleasure for quenching my thirst with such a delicious liquid! He finished peeing and we went on in the same way; he was watching TV while I enjoyed myself with his dick. Finally, the prize for having caught so much! She made him some snacks. When I asked her to make one for me she replied:
- No, today your food is different...
We went to bed late. But before I fell asleep he gave me half a dozen more pee-ups. I thanked God for remembering to buy the beer, because it made him piss heavily and kept my stomach full thanks to it. This was my food and I didn't complain. For myself I would spend the rest of life serving as his private...
In bed, he lay down like the master of the house and stood in the middle.
- You have two choices: sleep on the floor or at the foot of your bed with my dick in your mouth.
I didn't think twice, and pushed him into my lap with that half-erect member in his mouth. And sucked it until I heard the snore of my master sleeping soundly. His fingers slipped through my hair and he fell asleep. I could not fall asleep and spent all night on a clear day savoring this delicious stick because I knew it would be long before I had it again.
In the middle of dawn, he ended up mocking me again but sleeping.
In the morning I finally fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already daytime and his dick rested next to my mouth. I put him back in place and started sucking again. Sucked with such pleasure that he awoke and stood still, just holding on to my head and pressing a little more, sinking it down into his throat. And so remained until mockery for the third time.
After the fun, he caressed me (it didn't look like yesterday!) and warned that I was going to pee. I prepared myself and felt a wonderful taste entering my mouth. I swallowed everything, licking his dick afterwards to make sure it had been cleaned.
And I got up to make coffee for him, my Macho.
He had coffee on the table, while I waited at his feet without eating anything.
We took another shower, where he fucked me again.
And his fourth gulp served as food for me that morning.
To make sure I'd never forget him, he slapped me in the face one more time before pouring a long piss that burned his fingerprints.
He got dressed and left, promising that from now on he would always save a few bottles of urine to give me as gifts. But I still beg him today for a quick meeting. He is difficult and avoids me but occasionally allows me to see him. On those rare occasions our meetings are fast-paced and serve only to have him spank me and give me his pee because I could never live without his incomparable taste again.
I finally realized my dream. I met the most delicious dominator and learned that being submissive can be good as long as you have a man like mine, Macho. Of course my boyfriend never knew about it, even because he had already experienced the same guy. He just didn't know that I could be much more obedient than him.
But my Macho found out, and he put me in my place.