Anonymous Letters

To my great relief there was a letter from Mr. Somebody the next morning. “You jerk, I told you to send me the card, and you didn’t do so immediately. This is the last time that I will accept it! From now on, you will do exactly what I tell you to do, and you’ll have to do so immediately. You will obey me unconditionally, or else …”. No new orders, no word on the taste of my sperm. He continued to punish me. Deep down I knew he was right, that I’d been dragging my feet, that I had challenged his authority, that I deserved his anger. I felt lost, I wanted to be back in his good graces, but there was nothing I could do. His silence, his rejection was more than I could carry. I called in sick, checking the mailbox every hour to see whether there was a letter from him.

Late that night I got a strange telephone call. I was already in bed, and when I picked up the phone, all I heard was heavy breathing, some moaning. Instinctively I knew it was him, so I didn’t hang up. I got hold of my dick, already hard, and started to jerk off. I was breathing in sync with him, heavier by the minute. When I felt my dick tense, I started to moan and groan, softly at first, but loader and loader by the minute. His moaning too became louder and louder. “Oh yes, babe, that feels good, very good”, he moaned and my dick tensed even more. His breathing, and mine, became faster and faster. I knew he would soon come. I felt my whole body tense, a tingling started to run up from my toes to my crotch, up the shaft of my dick. All of a sudden he cried out: “I’m coming, babe, I coming, ooooh I’m coming”. I couldn’t hold it any longer and cummed violently. My whole body shook of excitement. He heaved heavily, totally out of breath. At last I heard a deep sigh and he hung up, without saying a word. For a while I just laid there, out of breath, exhausted, bathing in sweat. I felt ultimately happy. Mr. Somebody hadn’t forgotten me, Mr. Somebody had forgiven me and from now on I would obey him whatever he asked from me. 

When I came back to my senses, I became afraid. How in the hell had he gotten hold of my telephone number? What else did he know about me? This guy had been building a web around me, which I could no longer escape. Then doubt set in: was it really him who’d called me or was it just some psychopath who had dialed a random number? I laid awake the whole night, tossing and turning. Finally I dosed away. 

When I woke up it was already close to nine. I had a splitting headache and called in sick for a second day. My boss told me to take good care and only come back when I had fully recovered. If only he knew. At ten I heard a letter drop into my mailbox. I rushed to the window to see who had dropped off the letter, but all I could see were kids playing in the street. He must have promised a kid a dollar for putting the letter in my mailbox. I rushed downstairs to find the letter I longed for.

The first line of the letter started to make me feel much better: “You are fucking good at telephone sex” it said. I had pleased Mr. Somebody. From now on everything would be alright. The lines that followed put me in turmoil. “Tonight I want to chat with you, so stay close to your computer. You have to buy a webcam and hook it up. Last night I heard you; tonight I have to see you. Also have your shaving cream, a razor and a bowl of water handy”. I felt my throat tighten when I realized that this guy knew where I lived, what clothes I had; he had my telephone number and my e-mail address. And soon he would see me, naked. And what was the shaving cream for? Was I really going to play this game? When I walked out of the door to buy a digital camera, I still was not sure. With great difficulty I hooked up the camera to the computer and logged in, waiting for him to contact me. I could always log off if it would become too weird. But the hope to see Mr. Somebody on my screen kept me glued to the monitor. It was around 10 pm when he got on line. I knew it was him: his address contained the word “dominator”.

“Take off those damn clothes” was the first I heard. His voice was strong and commanding. This guy would not take no for an answer. His voice was angry and I immediately understood why: didn’t I know he wanted to see me naked! How could I have been so stupid to be all dressed! I hurriedly took of my clothes.

My webcam was obviously working: he had seen me! But there was no image of him! He must not have taken his lens cap off, but I didn’t dare to ask him to do so. He was the one to give orders; I was to follow orders, nothing else. 

“Come closer to the camera. I want to see your tits”. I showed him my tits which already had already become hard, and I heard an approving sound. I stood back a little to show him my broad, hairless chest and he continued to hum approvingly. I slowly tilted the camera, scanning my flat abdomen, finally zooming onto my dick, rock hard from the excitement. I know that I’ve a beautiful dick, long, with clear veins running up and down the shaft. I pulled the foreskin back and I heard him smack his lips. I pulled back a little so he could see my pubic hair. They are my pride, this dense flock of black curled hair, the only hair on my whole body. Total silence. I didn’t know what to make of that. Had he seen something he disliked?

“You should have known that I like hairless men. Shave off those damn hairs! Now!” I couldn’t believe my ears. Shave off my beautiful pubic hair, just because he told me so?

“What are you waiting for? I don’t have hours to deal with you! Get out that shaving cream, right away!” He had me under his control and I lathered my pubic hair. I heard him mumble:”That’s better”.

“Now start shaving” he ordered. I wanted to please him, but would I sacrifice my pubic hair for him? I knew they would grow back but that would take months. I felt tears welling up when I shaved off the first hairs. Slowly I got hold of my emotions, and shaved off my treasure, little by little. My dick had never been that tense. I saw the pre-cum flowing out. He must have seen it as well as he started to heave. The more hair I shaved away, the tenser my dick became. Shaving off those hairs started to excite me. Every time I put the razor on the skin, my dick bobbed up and I would feel the rush of blood up the shaft of my veins, which were at the point of bursting. I had to lather and shave several times, both up and down, before all hair had disappeared. I held a small mirror in front of my dick which seemed even longer than before. Shaving off those hairs had excited me to no end and I was afraid to come, but I knew intuitively that he wouldn’t want me to come till he told me so.

“Get closer to the camera so I can be sure that no hair has is left. I want your skin to be as smooth as that of a baby. From now on you will shave your pubic hair away every day, understood?” I showed him the skin around my dick and he mumbled: “Fine, fine for now”.

“Now turn around slowly; I want to see your ass”. I did as commanded and slowly bent over. “From now on that ass is mine, and no one else’s, I warn you”. From now on he owned me and I even didn’t know who he was. But I was totally under his spell.

“Get out the KY and grease that fucking asshole of yours”. I slowly pushed a glob of KY up my ass and pushed one finger in. I turned it around and around and when I felt my sphincter relax, I entered a second and third finger. My ass was fully open now, and I put it in full sight of the camera. I heard him tear open a pouch and imagined he was rolling a condom over his dick.

“Ready for my 10 incher?” he asked and with that I heard a thud. It sounded as if he was fucking his computer screen, just where my anus was shown. With each bang I imagined he was piercing me. My whole body tensed. He heaved faster and faster, and it felt as if he was pounding his dick, the full 10 inches, deeper and deeper into me. He went berserk and moved his dick so rapidly that I felt totally engulfed. He excited me so much that soon I was at the point of coming. Just then he screamed that he was coming. We came at the same time and I cried as loudly as he did. I heard him heave for a long, long time. Little by little he started to breathe more slowly. After a last deep breath he signed off.

“You passed the test last night” read his letter which I found in my mailbox the next morning. “I taped the session and jacked off a second time watching you. But you have to pass one more test, and then I’ll know that I can trust you fully and that you will obey me unconditionally and forever. Send immediately $ 200 to my PO Box”. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mr. Somebody was just an ordinary con artist. He didn’t say it directly, but in between the lines I could read that he would blackmail me with the tape if I wouldn’t pay up.

When my anger started to subside, I started to see his point. Nothing is more precious to people than money, even more precious than their asshole. If I really wanted to please him, show him that I really wanted to be with him, I should obey him unconditionally and send him the money. So I did. After I had dropped the letter into the mailbox, I couldn’t believe how stupid I was.