Becoming the real me

It was late Sunday afternoon when they met in the outside café of a local hotel. The white-gloved waiter showed them to a table that was tucked around the corner of a terrace, overlooking the perfectly manicured gardens.  The waiter served them a pot of tea, pouring it, before discreetly retiring back to the main seating area out of sight. 

Jeffery was dressed casually but smartly in a dark blue jacket, an open-necked shirt, with crisply pressed stone chinos and polished loafers, no socks of course. Thomas had tried to dress smartly, as instructed, but felt a little dowdy compared to Jeffery’s casual elegance.  Lying quietly at Jeffery’s feet was a beautiful Irish red setter, its coat gleamed like burnished copper. When Thomas sat, it opened one eye and regarded Thomas casually before looking at its master quizzically. 

“It’s fine Rian,” Jeffery laughed as he ruffled the dog’s head, “He is a friend.” 

The dog licked its lips and rested its head back on its forelegs before closing his eyes. 

“Rian is a lovely dog and very loyal,” Jeffery said as he looked at Thomas, “His name means little king in Gaelic, which is apt for him in some ways, although he is not little.” 

Thomas was a little confused about Jeffery’s words, but before he could ask any questions, Jeffery started quizzing him. He asked about Thomas’s past and background, nodding sympathetically when Thomas talked about the death of his wife. He listened intently when Thomas talked about how he loved his wife, and she could never be replaced.  

Thomas found himself opening up more and more and talked about how his sex life before his wife’s death was okay but very vanilla. He even admitted that he had tried to talk his wife into inviting another man into their bed. 

“Is that why you have offered your ass around the internet like a slut?” Jeffery said quietly without any form of embarrassment. Thomas felt himself colour up as Jeffery went on, “There is no need to feel embarrassed about exploring other sides of your sexuality, but I suspect being fucked is not enough, which is why you seek more” 

In the genteel surroundings, Jeffery’s words were shocking, yet the cultured tone that he used didn’t make them seem coarse. 

“I’m not gay,” Thomas said, then went quiet, not sure how to continue. 

“I am not gay either, but I gather you like being fucked,” Jeffery said with wry amusement. Thomas nodded and started to wonder if this meeting was a mistake. “I am a Dom, in case you hadn’t guessed, and I fuck whoever I like.” Jeffery laughed, showing his white teeth. “I can help open up doors in your mind to give you true satisfaction, but I demand one thing.” 

Thomas looked at him and took a deep breath. Inside his heart was beating wildly; this is what he wanted: someone to decide for him, to take away the responsibilities of life, the burden on his soul. He knew he either took this leap of faith or walked away forever not knowing. 

“Yes.” He said simply. 

“You haven’t heard my demand yet,” Jeffery said, then, leaning forward, spoke quietly. “You will do whatever you are told without question. You have until we get up from the table to agree on any limits you may have. Provided they are acceptable to us both, then when we rise, you are mine until I say otherwise. To do with as I will.” 

“No kids,” Thomas blurted out. 

“Of course,” Jeffery responded quickly, “It is not something that is ever acceptable.” 

“No killing me or permanent injuries.”

  “Shame,” chuckled Jeffery, “I was thinking of having you branded as well.” Then laughed as he added, “I am teasing you, boy, and by the way, you will call me master.” 

“Yes, Master,” Thomas said, the words rolling comfortably off his tongue. To his surprise, the thought of being branded actually turned him on, and Jeffery must have seen that in his face. 

“My, my, I think I have a potential slut on my hands. You quite like the idea of being branded, don’t you?” 

Thomas could feel his face going red as he mumbled, “Yes Master.” 

“You are getting hard at the thought of having ‘property’ burned into your ass cheek.” 

Thomas could feel his cock getting uncomfortable in his trousers as it started to grow and tried to discreetly shift his cock in his underpants. 

“Show me,” Jeffery barked and standing Thomas stood and unzipped, letting his erection spring free. 

“Yes Master,” Thomas said, knowing that if anyone walked around the corner of the terrace, they would see him exposing himself like some form of flasher.

“You are a fast learner; I like that. Now we test the limits, unless there is anything you would like to add first.” Thomas shook his head as Jeffery smiled, “Good…now wank off Rian.” 

Thomas looked round, and the terrace was deserted, with the only other occupied table around the corner. He realised now why Jeffery had chosen this table, it was due to the privacy it afforded. Kneeling, he reached under the dog and started to work its hairy sheath, feeling the hot red cock begin to emerge. He couldn’t see behind but knew Jeffery could see over his shoulder, presumably to warn him if anyone appeared. Although he was sure his heart would beat out of his chest, he had to have faith. He could feel his cock grow hard again and start to leak at the thought of being exposed as a pervert. 

“Suck him,” Jeffery said and glancing up, Thomas could see that Jeffery was watching him intently, the outline of his hard cock clear through his chinos. ”I see you are as aroused as I am."

The dog with almost casual arrogance rolled onto its back, exposing its cock and balls ready to be sucked. 

“Go on you slut, you know you want to suck a dog cock in public like a whore." 

Jeffery's words tingled down Thomas's spine like an electric shock, making his cock jerk and start to dribble precum. 

Bending his head, Thomas hesitantly placed his lips around the end of the twitching red cock and started to suck. He was immediately rewarded with a spurt of watery precum that took him by surprise. When he moved his mouth away, another spurt hit him full in the face. Lifting his hand to wipe it away, a curt “Leave it,” from Jeffery stopped him. “It is good that sluts wear symbols of their slutiness. Now make him cum and swallow it all.” 

Thomas started to move his head, letting his hand work up and down the dog’s shaft. He wasn’t a stranger to sucking cock, but the dog tasted different, more bitter. As he held the cock steady, he could feel a swelling at the base and realised this was the knot he had seen on the videos. Suddenly the knot pulsed in his hand, and a jet of slightly thicker cum hit his throat with such force he coughed. The dog never paused, squirting as Thomas tried to swallow as much as he could, but inevitably some hit his face. 

“Well done,” Jeffery said as Thomas looked up with his cum splattered face. “I have some wet wipes in the car; we will get you cleaned up there.” 

As they walked back around the corner, they had to step past a sign that blocked anyone from walking to where they had just been sitting.  Jeffery spoke to the waiter, passed him something, then nodded his head towards Thomas. The waiter looked at Thomas, then smiled and bowed in thanks. Thomas flushed bright red, knowing that the waiter must have seen the evidence plastered on his face. 

“You know the waiter?” Thomas said, then quickly added, “Master.” 

“Yes, of course,” laughed Jeffery, “We wouldn’t want just anybody walking round seeing you sucking a dog’s cock, would we? …oh and I told him he could watch Rian fuck you Saturday night at the party… along with the others.” 

Before he could question further, Jeffery stopped at his parked Range Rover and opened the rear doors to allow Rian to jump in. Then, opening the glove box removed a pack of wet wipes and handed them to Thomas. 

“How did you get here?” Jeffery asked casually. 

Thomas didn't want to say by bus, so instead mumbled, “I got a taxi.” When Jeffery raised an eyebrow, he added, “Master.” 

“We will go back to my house, where we will see how good a fuck you are. We can also discuss next Saturday when you will be performing.” 

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