Anonymous Letters

A day passed without a sign of him. I was a nervous wreck by now. I couldn’t believe what I had been doing the last few days. The beard around my dick itched and I remembered that I was to shave it every day. He might come and inspect it, he had said. As soon as I started shaving, I became hard again. I relived the chat of last night, felt again his 10 incher pierce me. I felt his sweaty body glued to mine, I felt him bang his weapon deeper and deeper inside me. When I felt him coming, I shot my load. 

I went to the gym to release the tension and had a great workout. When I walked into the shower, one of the instructors was there. He was the type of guy I would fall for: extremely masculine, very muscular. His chest was covered with a heavy layer of black hair, extending downward all the way to this crotch. But he had never spoken to me, never even had looked at me. But today I saw him scan my body, fixing his eyes on my dick. I was starting to get hard and was afraid he was seeing it. It was obvious that he had seen that I had shaved off my pubic hair. I blushed, didn’t know what to do, what to say. I glanced at his dick and it too had become hard. To hide my hardon from him, I turned around, bending over to soap my feet. To my horror I realized that he could have interpreted this as if I were showing him my ass. I was in total disarray when he left the shower, without him having said a single word. I’d to run cold water over my dick before I dared to go back to the locker room. He had already disappeared by now. I should try to get to know this guy, I said to myself. But how was the main question.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt more relaxed. I shaved both my face and around my dick, got dressed and went back to work. Still there was no letter from him, no phone call, and no e-mail. When I came home, no letter either. By now I was convinced that he had run off with the money and that I would never hear from him again. I had dinner and realized that I was still hoping for Mr. Somebody to show up. I checked my e-mail every 15 minutes. In the end I got the shaving cream and razor and shaved away the last remains of my pubic hair. I passed my hand over the skin where once hair had grown, and it was as smooth as silk. I was ready for him to inspect me. 

I was startled when the doorbell rang. On my doorstep stood this gorgeous guy, clad in black leather. I immediately recognized him as the gym instructor. He stepped in, closed the door behind me and handed me the envelope with the 200 dollars. “I now know that I can trust you” he added. I tried to kiss him but he pushed me away.

We walked into the living room. I knew why he had come and my whole body started to tense. “Don’t move, not even an inch” he ordered me. I was standing in the middle of the living room. He slowly walked around me and I felt his eyes scanning my whole body. I started to sweat. 

“Take off that ugly shirt” he barked. I knew he wanted to be obeyed quickly and as fast as I could I took it off, throwing it on the floor. Mr. Somebody continued to walk around me. My nipples started to get erect, and I saw he had seen it as well. 

“Take off those nasty pants” he barked. Since he had told me not to wear underwear, I was stark naked by now. He continued to walk slowly around me. I started to tremble, afraid of what would be next. He continued to pace around me, making me more and more nervous. I now trembled all over my body. He must have enjoyed seeing me tremble as I saw his dick growing under his tight leather pants. 

When he faced me, he touched the skin where once my pubic hair had been. “I shaved it an hour ago” I said apologetically.

“Not close enough” he barked. Automatically my hand caressed the suspect spot, and indeed, when moving upward, I could feel stubbles. Again I’d goofed. I had shaved only downward and I should have gone over it for a second time in the opposite direction. I knew he would punish me, and I knew he had all the right, even the duty, to do it. How would I learn otherwise to strictly follow his orders?

“You know what we do with people that do not follow rules?” He continued to walk slowly around me and now I started to tremble like a reed. The punishment would be terrible. All of a sudden he put me over his knee and spanked my butt till it became red hot. At first it hurt terribly but gradually the pain gave way to a sexual excitement I’d never felt before. With each blow I felt my dick jump up against his leather pants and I knew that I would cum if he wouldn’t stop soon.

“That’s what we do if you don’t obey me” he added. I felt terribly guilty, ready to do whatever it would take to please him from now on.

He ordered me to kneel in front of him, to unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper. He too didn’t wear underwear and his dick flipped out as soon as I lowered his zipper. It was large, but not the 10 inches he’d told me. When I put his dick in my mouth I felt it growing. He pulled me by my hair and pushed my face towards him, till I felt his thick pubic hair. I had to swallow hard not to gag. Rhythmically he started to face fuck me and I heard his breathing become shallow. My dick tensed and my ass was burning. All of a sudden he pulled his dick out of my mouth and for a moment I thought he was going to shoot his load into my face. It was obvious he was about to come but wanted to postpone it. 

“Never learned how to do a decent blowjob?” he barked “Get into that corner and face the wall”. Like a little schoolboy, I stood in that corner, being punished for that lousy blowjob. I knew he was right. I had done it too hastily. I should have first massaged the mushroom head with my tongue, till he would no longer be able to take the teasing. I should have swallowed his cock little by little, resisting his desire get in totally right away. I should have flipped my tongue around his dick to give him maximum pleasure. I should have relaxed my throat to swallow his dick completely, even though it was so long. I should have …. But I hadn’t. I was not worthy of him. 

I heard him approaching and was ready for another well deserved beating. Instead he pushed my head down and I felt a glob of KY at the entrance of my fuck hole. “Get your finger into that ass of yours” he barked. In no time I was fully open, ready for the assault that was surely to come. This was my chance to redeem all my shortcomings. He kicked my legs apart and positioned his dick and the entrance of my asshole. With short, forceful thrusts he pushed his magnificent dick little by little up my asshole. This was what I had been longing for. He had conquered me and I was his willing prisoner. When he was fully inside me, he ordered me to try to escape. I wiggled around as much as I could, unsuccessfully trying to push him back. Being so fully under his control gave me such a rush of excitement that I came close to coming.

“Try harder” he shouted. He too must have enjoyed seeing how he fully dominated me, made me realize that I could never ever get out of his grip. I tried harder pushing him in all directions and I felt his dick moving inside me. I’d never been excited that much. I sweated profusely and so did my master. Our bodies slid over each other as if they were oiled. All of a sudden he pulled my chest towards him and pushed me completely into the corner. I could hardly move in any direction. He pulled my arms over my head and crushed them into the corner. With each thrust my dick was moving up and down against the wall. I was completely under his control, I could hardly breathe. There was no way to escape him. He could do with me whatever he wanted. He’d realized my deepest, my most repressed desires and I felt excited as never before. He pumped his rod in and out with long, deep thrusts and started to heave. I felt him tense, felt his dick throb inside me. He cried out and I felt powerful shots being fired inside my asshole. His arms bent over me and as soon as he touched my dick and I came, shooting hot, thick cum on the wallpapered corner. My whole body shuddered and if it hadn’t been for his strong arms, I would have fallen down. He kept me tight to him for a long time, kissing my neck.

“I guess I can teach you to become a good slave” he said in the end. “I’ll do my best, Sir”, I answered timidly and felt completely happy.