MASOCHISM: A2M: BRETT'S NOT SO SECRET FETISH REVEALED

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Parker has trained me well, so I know what he expects of me. This morning, like any other, I slip from between his scrawny, clutching arms, careful not to wake him, wary of punishment. I go through my morning ritual, the one that's been engrained in me since I first put 'fingers to laces' on a football. Then, I prepare my body how Master has instructed.

I return to bed where he's lying naked on his stomach, fast asleep. My little nightmare. I adjust the covers so only his plumb perfect cheeks are showing. They fit my palms like puzzle pieces as I grip them. I spread them apart, revealing his tiny, pink hole. I lower my tongue to it, lapping him up, swimming circles, leaving trails of wet as I taste his tightened skin.

Before he got used to this treatment, I could make soft moans slip out of him. Now, he makes me earn every bit of his affection. For the slightest reaction, I have to thrust inches of my tongue inside him. It's well worth the tired moans he pities me with, all other parts of me are forbidden there.

After a time, if I've done well—which today I have—he rises and sits on the edge of the bed, letting his feet dangle off the side. Without words, I rush to kneel between those long, slender legs of his. I'm not allowed to touch him, not without permission, so I beg with my eyes, keeping my lips parted and my tongue out, awaiting my reward.

"God, look at you," he says, smirking, "You're shameless. You're literally drooling over me."

I wipe my watering mouth on the back of my fist. He laughs. It's panting dog mixed with Mickey Mouse. That should not be my favorite sound in the world.

I gaze lustfully at his swollen, uncut cock as it drips, just inches from my face. I used to be fascinated, just to know how foreskin works, I thought, but now there's no point in hiding what I want from him. Once he sees fit and never before, he squeezes his cock out on my tongue. Clear, liquid rope spills from it, pooling in my mouth.

"Thank you," I whisper, making him blush, making myself blush.

Goddamn, he's beautiful. I treasure the moment his skin touches my tongue. I love how he tastes, his whole body is its own flavor, sort of subtle like sesame seeds with a hint of whatever soap he's wearing. I wanna savor it, but I'd never close my mouth around him without permission. My jaw aches with desire, as does my cock, so much I'm painfully hard.

This is all so normal. I've grown used to it. I'll admit, I'd much rather be fucked by him. My penis is the most useless six inches of my body. It makes wearing these cum-stained panties a pain. He gifted me them to emasculate me and the front must be soaked entirely before he'll remove them to put elsewhere. He enjoys making me taste my own lust. And I enjoy whatever he enjoys.

"Swallow," he says.

I do, gratefully. I love it. It wasn't an acquired taste. It's the sweetness of cum and he's a fountain for it. I raise my hand, but he doesn't call on me. I knew he wouldn't. I go to my next position: downward dog, ass-up for his taking.

"You hesitated," he says, clicking his tongue.

I could be punished for not taking off the panties, but he never said to outright. I'm supposed to know what he wants, even when he's hella-vague. The uncertainty excites me.

He crouches over me and breathes down my spine, strumming his fingers along my ribs on the way to my waistline. Okay, fuck. My hard body shivers way more than I'd like it to. I do my best to hold my composure, to keep still.

"Decent, at best," he scoffs, finally.

My hips dance from the praise. I guessed right. He wants to remove them himself. He lowers my panties to my knees, I lift them one after the other at his prompting, flexing my powerful thighs until he removes them entirely. He places them in my waiting mouth, then my jaws close around them. I chew and suck in the flavors that stain them. His desire is reward enough, but knowing his semen also stain the fabric turns me on more.

He shoves a finger in me and I squirm out of position. I was distracted, but I'll man up. I should've been ready. I let out a whimper, admitting fault.

"No," he says, sternly, as if commanding an animal... which, okay.

I knew I couldn't beg my way out of this, but I had to try. My body is still sore from last night, worse than from two-a-days. His lanky body has endless stamina—when it's sex.

He sits back on the side of the bed and I back into him, cupping my hands on his knees. With shaky legs, I lower myself down onto his lap. I wince as I feel the tip of his thick cock push inside me. The panties were overkill. He's more than enough to make me bend the knee. I won't embarrass myself by talking numbers you wouldn't believe, but it's crazy how much I get off on him pounding me with that monster in between his legs.

"Keep going, all the way down," he says, losing patience, "Now!"

He pulls my strong hips down the rest of the way. I don't think he meant for it to hurt. I'm bigger, so he assumes my ass is invincible. I grimace since I'm facing away from him. Truth is, I don't wanna ruin that image either.

I raise and lower myself, sliding up and down his cock, clenching as tight as I can, steadily speeding up in spite of everything. The pain excites me. I squeeze even tighter, flexing my core as I bounce on his lap, making the loud grunts he loves in between claps and smacks.

I'm going to shoot if I'm not careful, the way his girth fills me up, pulsing away at my insides, forcefully making room. I love how it warms me, how he uses me, how he quit jerking it 'cause he'd never betray me like that.

"Stop!" he yells, "Not yet, fuck!"

I keep going since he's close, until he shoves me to the floor. I cower on my side, having submitted long ago. I messed up, seeing how much I could get away with.

He steps on my face, hard at first, until I lick his pretty foot. He adjusts to slip a toe in my mouth. I moan in appreciation as I slobber over those cold, dainty toes while he recovers from nearly uncorking himself.

My eyes never leave his, but between his swooping, honey brown hair and those always glassy eyes of the same color, I can see his cock dripping. There's a clear trail from it, all the way down to the floor like a rope from a rescue helicopter.

"Please take me, Master."

He steps on my face harder. He saw my eyes shift. I'm not as clever as I thought. He watches my cock get rock hard from his cruelty. He grabs it and pulls on it, daring me to cum. It takes all my power not to.

I know the punishment. Like chain smoking to curb the habit, he'll make me cum over and over until nothing comes out, until my cock is too sore to touch for days.

He enters me again, then slides out. "You're such a bitch," he teases, shaking his cock at me, "How long can you go without this?" I clench up tight, then squeal when it slams back in. His more sadistic laugh makes my heart skip beat. "Not very long apparently."

His taunting is my all-time favorite reward, but pain is a close second. I let him know how much I like both with moans muffled by linen.

Master Parker lets out a long sigh. "Fine."

He gives it to me for awhile, then slows his thrusts until I can hardly feel them. His first load is always largest, so he takes his time brewing up as much of Him as he can, using my body to edge himself.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

The thought of his cock dripping inside me has me drooling all over these panties and leaking all over his floor. He has me so hot and bothered, he could do anything—except leave me—and I'd thank him for it.

He pulls out and smacks my toned ass cheek. I brace myself. He won't stop until all the blood has rushed to the surface. I bite down on my lip while he spanks until satisfied. Once my ass feels like it's on fire, I roll to my next position.

##### BOW OUT GRACEFULLY #####

His favorite, the most strenuous. He grabs my ankles, so my legs end up over my head and groans as he struggles to push my back against the bed. I shimmy along the floor on my shoulders to help out until my hole is pointing to the ceiling.

My body is cramped and my cock is dangling over me like a flesh carrot, leaking precum down on me. He squeezes it empty into my mouth. I fight against all odds not to finish. If the position wasn't so cramped, I'd have failed.

Master spits in my mouth, just because, then pounds me relentlessly from above. His frustrated groans keep me leaking like a faucet. That and his gasps from holding back climax.

Oh, his fucking gasps.

I roll my eyes in ecstasy. "You're gonna fuck it out of me!"

He dominates me entirely and I love this position because I get to watch his superior cock ruin me, stretching my hole like it can't stand a buff squeeze. He switches back and forth between ass and mouth, making me taste myself. I'm grateful for everything he gives me.

Between my juices, our precum, the soiled panties and the tip of my cock, there's hardly any room left in my mouth, but that's my problem. He makes his cock fit and I know better than to give teeth.

He pulls out the linens as he stuffs his cock in my ass, just the tip. And it explodes. I can feel his cum shoot inside me. He spurts what's left in my mouth. I swallow without permission. He squeezes my balls, hard. I might've lost my right to cum. Good riddance.

"Push it out, all of it," he commands.

I flex my pelvis, pushing out his semen. It trickles down my balls, to the tip of my cock, into my greedy mouth. I won't waste a drop of him, we both know this.

After I've devoured his seed, he pulls me up by my hair and takes me to the bathroom. He tosses me onto the shower floor and I kneel before him, looking up, feigning sad.

"Open your mouth, bitch."

I can never fool him. I open wide without taking my eyes off his perfect cock. Piss flows from the tip, showering my face. I adjust, centering the stream in my mouth. I swallow. There's nothing of his I won't accept if he's giving. I stand tall on my knees and take him in my mouth, so I won't lose more to the drain.

I breathe hysterically because I've pushed him and myself past my limits, on purpose, knowing he'll reward me. He obliges my fetish against his desires. I'm a fiend.

"Please, fuck me Master!"

"Fine, since you won't stop crying about it."

He enters me again, pressing me down against the bathroom tiles, taking me rough, inflicting pain for my pleasure, knowing it's the only way to finish me. I explode underneath him, my cock showing gratitude for the role he plays.

He's too kind. The only joy I need is from his smile, and his kiss. He pities me with both as hot water rains down on us, cleansing lust from our bodies.

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The level of writing is higher and more introspective, but if it's too daunting, sex scenes are noted in the chapter headings (including a hot threesome).

Otherwise, skip to Part 5 for the gist.

It's allegory for people living with expiration dates and how it may affect the sanity of those closest to you.