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The Rapturous Release

The Masked Master #3

Marco May

Copyright © 2021 by Marco May

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The Rapturous Release

Ever since Sir and I had played together for the first time, I’d gotten into the habit of douching and showering before ten at night since I knew he wouldn’t call before then. Even though he wouldn’t call every night, it was more convenient to be showered and ready to go when he called.

It was Wednesday night, and I’d just taken a shower. I hung my damp towel on the rack behind my bedroom door, and I turned on the Nintendo and grabbed one of the controllers to play. I’d been on a Mario phase for the past week, especially since buying the latest game.

I sat cross-legged on my bed and started the game, wearing my wireless earbuds with my phone right next to me. I wasn’t sure when Sir would call me. That was the thing about not being able to have his number. I had to wait for him to call when he was ready for another playdate. Since he hadn’t called yesterday, I’d figured he’d been busy. If only I could get my Nintendo T-shirt back, but I held onto hope that he’d give it back the next time I saw him.

After more than an hour into the game at around eleven o’clock, I didn’t hear from Sir, and after another hour, still no call from him. It looked like it’d be another night without seeing him. What was it like to lose my virginity? Would it hurt a lot, a little? The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if I should start practicing. But with what? Then again, Sir wanted to be the first to claim my hole. Yeah, okay, so, he hadn’t specified whether inanimate objects counted. But I figured I’d wait until he told me.

Tuxxy repeatedly meowed in a soft tone from the other side of my room door,

making me smile with a lifted heart. I paused the game, rushed to open the door, and let him in. He made his way inside and wandered around in calm movements. I ed to shut the lid of my plastic storage box full of Legos to avoid another cat invasion. I hunched over toward him to wiggle my fingers for his attention. I pet him and stroked his mostly black fur with some white underneath, and he purred and flipped on his back with his legs and tail flailing a bit.

I ed when I’d first gotten Tuxxy from the animal shelter in the metro Detroit area south of there, which had been four years ago. He’d been super active at a year old. He still had plenty of energy left in him, though. My family and I had had another cat before Tuxxy. While his death had been hard on all of us, we’d known we couldn’t have gone on without another cat in our lives. My sister and the only sibling I had left was halfway through college. So, she stayed with us at home during the summer. Even she missed Tuxxy every time. She wasn’t allowed to have pets in her dorm room except for fish in a small bowl, and she felt deprived of having a cat. It’d been the same with my brother when he’d gone to college before his death. I couldn’t blame them; I’d feel that way too.

As soon as I left Tuxxy alone and unpaused the game, my phone rang. I paused the game again and read the caller ID: Restricted. My heart flipped at the thought of Sir. Why would he have called so late, though? Still, I knew better than not to answer it if I wanted the chance to see him again. “Hello?”

“Adrian?” Sir’s deep and butch voice never failed to make me swoon like an idiot and get me hard like a horndog. Yeah, okay, so, he was three decades older than me at forty-eight. But his voice was still so much sexier than my dull, medium-pitch one with the occasional crack. He usually called me “boy” but probably wanted to make sure it was me.

“Yeah, hi.”

“Are you available right now?”

Even though it was a little later than I would’ve wanted to meet with him, I kind of was in the mood to play around as my cock rose to the late occasion. Besides, my Nintendo T-shirt was probably still there. I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes, Sir,” I almost whispered.

“You don’t have to use that title when you’re not with me. I’d rather you be discreet in case you happen to answer the phone with people around.” He wasn’t mad, though.

“O-okay. I’ll be right over, then.” But I didn’t even get a chance to hang up before he’d already done so. That was fast, and not even a goodbye. He wasted no time at all when it came to getting down to business, and I just had to accept it.

If only I could see his face. He’d gotten to see what I looked like: a smooth, skinny, and flat-assed twink with dark and fluffy hair who still looked like a total dork at barely eighteen. I didn’t have a big, brown, and uncut cock like many Latino guys had in porn, but he did like my “cocklet” as he called it.

I put away my earbuds. Then, I got changed into a different pair of jogging shorts from the last time I’d seen Sir, and I threw on my least-favorite T-shirt in case I left it at his house. I’d make sure never to wear anything I deeply cared about again when meeting up with him. Then, it hit me. I’d forgotten all about Sir’s T-shirt, and I needed to give it back to him. Since I’d get my shirt back too, I figured I might as well wear his to avoid having an extra shirt. I’d even washed the cum stains off.

I switched to his shirt and smiled. It was nice having it while it had lasted, and I wasn’t sure why I felt like that.

I left my room door open as I quietly walked out. I never had to worry about my family snooping because all my personal stuff was locked in a private trunk on the floor of my closet. Plus, Tuxxy was free to roam around my room as an extra place to hang out in.

I continued down the short hallway into the living room, and the kitchen light to my left was on. I stepped through the archway into the kitchen and spotted Mom boiling what was probably tea. “Mom…you’re still up?”

She sighed and rubbed her forehead while stirring the pot with her other hand. “I couldn’t sleep. Where are you going?”

I gave her a cool shrug to avoid any suspicion. “Out.”

She lowered her eyebrows in confusion. “Oh. Not with Jamal, right?”

“No, just going for a ride.” Even though Jamal King was my best friend and the only other person I’d go somewhere with, we’d never actually gone out late at night. We’d just stayed the night together, playing video games.

“At this time?” Mom wasn’t letting this go.

I controlled myself from rolling my eyes. Yeah, okay, so, she worried a lot because she was my mother. But it wasn’t a big deal that I wanted to go out at this time. “I thought you said I had no curfew?”

“You don’t. I just didn’t think you’d go out this late. Be careful, okay? You know I worry about you all the time when it comes to driving, especially with those crazy drivers out there.”

I knew my brother was on her mind again, and I didn’t want to talk about it. The more we talked about it, the more emotional we both got. I didn’t want to ruin my night by being depressed, especially since Sir was waiting for me. “I’ll be fine, Mom. See you later.”

“Bye, Adrian.”

I was out of the house in no time and on my way to see Sir. It was a warmer summer night this time, and the occasional cool breeze felt great. When I parked at the curb in front of his suburban bungalow like the last time, I was less nervous from the familiarity and more aroused by the anticipation. Yeah, okay, so, I’d probably continue to feel intimidated by him. But as long as I obeyed, I was good.

I got out of the car and slowly walked my way along the cemented pathway and up the front porch steps. The door opened to reveal the pitch-dark living room, but I didn’t hear a voice. I got inside.

Sir closed the door and pulled me into his huge arms for a kiss on the lips, having to hunch over because of being well above six feet tall. My shirted back was pressed against his front. From what I could feel, he didn’t have any clothes on, and his smooth, hulky body got me harder. His monster cock that intimidated me poked my clothed little butt.

Since I hadn’t come since before meeting him for the first time, the pressure bubbled up inside my balls the longer he held and kissed me. We made out with tongue for a long while, which surprised me. I’d just assumed we’d go straight to the basement for some kink. I tried to keep up with his pace while we kissed, and I felt like I was already getting better than the other night.

He stopped kissing to yank my shorts down enough to reach for my ass, and he stretched to his left to grab something. It sounded like a bottle squeezing, probably some lube. He placed the bottle back somewhere and found my hole. He rubbed it with his lubed fingertip. At first, it felt strange and slimy, but then, it felt okay. It was weird how easy I was able to melt in his embrace, though. Why did I have to feel this way? Why did the affectionate nature he’d kept so hidden most of the time make me feel different in a good way? Why did I suddenly enjoy it more than the rough stuff?

Sir continued rubbing my hole for minutes with our mouths still connected, and he managed to burrow his way inside with his fingertip.

I felt a little uncomfortable again, but it was only because the feeling was something I had to get used to, slimy and all. I hoped it would go away soon. At least, he cut his nails, which helped.

After a bit more of our tongues wrapping around each other, Sir moved away from my mouth down to my throat for a few sucks, moved back up to ear for

another few sucks, and then on my mouth again. He was enjoying me before the kinky stuff came, and I could get used to it.

His finger slowly entered farther inside me until it felt like he was all the way in, and I practically rested my ass against his hand. The discomfort started melting away, and in came a pleasure I’d never felt before. I let out a gentle moan, continually melting under the power he had over me. I was entranced by his touch, his kisses, his embrace, and the pleasure he gave me from behind. It was all a new feeling because I’d never done any of this before. I’d masturbated so many times since middle school, and the greatest release of all time still didn’t compare to actual sex.

Sir broke the kiss, slowly pulled his finger out of my ass, and tugged at my shirt. “Take off your clothes, boy.” His tone was still as stern as ever.

I did as told until I was fully naked, but I held the shirt. “Sir? This is yours, actually. I took it by accident when I was trying to find my clothes the other night. Could I have my shirt back, please?”

He gently took his shirt from my hand and threw it somewhere. “Your shirt is folded on the arm of the couch right by the door. You can get it on your way out.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The sound of him grabbing something and slipping it on made me wonder if it was his mask, and given from the sound of him bending, my other guess was both his underwear and boots. He surprised me by carrying me over his shoulder

like the last time he’d done it. I figured we were headed down into the basement. Just some steps later right after the living room, he opened the door, flicked on the light switch, and marched down the stairs with loud stomps from his heavy boots.

The bright light made me squint my eyes for a moment, and I found myself being laid on the same leather swing I’d rested on the other night. I had a good look at his overall presence and captured his beauty that exuded the kind of dominance that had the power to seduce me into his mysterious world, making me feel both intimidated and excited, especially the closer he stepped until he towered over me like a menacing threat.

He still had on his black mask with tiny spikes decorated all over it, which left just his hazel eyes and sexy mouth visible like a masked Master. It matched his leather boots that also had tiny spikes for decoration.

I lowered my gaze at his dripping cock, leaking way more sticky precum than my little one did. It stuck out of a fitted hole as part of his fetish underwear in black and made of mesh, and his trimmed, brown pubes were visible. I stared at it with hunger. While I knew it’d be a while before I could ever be skilled at sucking cock, I wanted to try it again, if just to taste him once more.

“You like looking at my cock, boy?” I was getting used to his stern tone because I knew he’d never get angry for no reason, and he rarely had so far.

I gave him a nod. “Yes, Sir.” I started playing with myself as soon as my horniness skyrocketed and added more torturous pressure inside my balls.

He gently grabbed my wrist and yanked my hand away from my cock. “When you’re with me, you don’t get to play with yourself until I tell you to. Got it, boy?”

Great. I needed to come, but I had to do so in his . It was part of the deal that I’d signed up for, just that I hadn’t known every detail. I frowned.

“Why are you frowning, boy?”

I looked up at him and gave him a set of pleading eyes. “I’m horny, Sir. I haven’t come since before we met.”

“Oh, you’ll get to come tonight. I promise. Just not yet. Got it?”

I nodded with obedience and said nothing more. When I was here, I was his to do as he wished.

“I edge for days at a time, sometimes a week. I’ve even managed a month a few times. It takes patience and discipline.”

I wasn’t sure that I could ever hold it in for that long. I’d gone a few days from time to time, maybe about once every month or two, but I usually masturbated either every day or every other day.

“Turn around and get on all fours. We’re going to continue to open up your

hole.”

“Yes, Sir.” I did as told, struggling a little because of the swing moving against my own movement. At this rate, I trusted him because he’d started with a finger and would probably move on to something slightly bigger. Then, I could handle even larger-sized objects, and ultimately, his monster cock.

He walked away somewhere to grab something, and he came back with a bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers and slathered it all over his cock. He squeezed some more, set the bottle beside me, and went back to rubbing my hole for a moment while he masturbated himself with his other hand. He slipped a finger inside and slowly wiggled it for a long while.

I moaned softly every so often. I wanted to come so badly despite the slimy feeling that I started getting used to, but I had to wait. I reminded myself that he’d let me at some point tonight. I wasn’t sure why I’d never fingered myself like many guys did. I just knew I’d always wanted the real thing.

It felt like a half hour the entire time Sir fingered me while stroking himself, and I was completely relaxed. I turned my head back to take a glimpse of him. His hand being wrapped around the fat shaft in a slow movement turned me on to watch. I wanted to pleasure him like he was pleasuring me, and it gave me an idea. I gyrated my hips a little, slowly, and repeatedly pushed my ass onto his finger.

That caused him to speed up the pace, the slicky sounds of his lubed fingers making love to his erection drove me sexually wilder in combination with his finger inside me and the whole view of him pleasuring the both of us.

I continued doing my own thing I’d come up with to help get him off, partly because it was getting very late and especially because I wanted to watch him shoot.

“Are you trying to make me come, boy?”

“Can I, Sir? I want your cum. I’ll do anything if you let me make you come.”

“You think you’ve been a good boy tonight to earn that?”

“Yes, Sir, I have. I always do what you order me to do. Boy wants to make Master come. Master owns boy.”

“Keep talking like that and you just may get your reward.” His tone was slightly less stern and more like he desired me. His fast pace of making us feel good showed just that. That alone made me want to alleviate my sexual agony with a good release.

“When I’m here, Sir, you own me. You dominate every part of me, and you control my every move.”

“Keep talking like that, boy, and play with yourself while you talk. I want you to shoot your load on the swing.”

“Yes, Sir.” I grabbed the bottle of lube from beside me and coated my cock with

some of it to start stroking. “Sir, you control everything because it’s the way you are. It’s your role.”

He quickened his hand movements, both of his cock and my ass, and his breaths were heavier.

“And I like it, Sir. I like the way you make me feel when I’m here. You make me feel like no one has ever made me feel. Beautiful, sexy, and worth being with. I always thought I was ugly until you made me feel the opposite. And you’ve made me your very own sex toy to use however you want to use me.”

With even heavier breathing, he stroked furiously while thrusting his finger into my hole, making me so close that I could already come with little warning.

“Please mark me, Sir. Please mark me with your cum. Not only is my ass yours, but I’m yours too. Maybe I’ll be here for more than just a few weeks or a month. Maybe you’ll own me for life so I can fulfill all your dirty fantasies as your sex toy. For life, Sir.”

He repeatedly gasped and let out a loud groan as if warning me of his release. I turned my head around, and he shot thick ropes of cum everywhere, landing on my hair, cheek, neck, and the rest of it on my back and ass. His masked face of presumable ecstasy along with so much of his cum on me made me shoot just seconds later. I grunted with each shot, and I was possessed by the extreme pleasure, coming so much in a way I’d never done before.

I sighed and felt too relaxed to do anything else.

Sir scooped a good amount of his cum from my back and ass. “Taste me, boy.” He inserted his cum-coated fingers into my mouth, giving me his slightly bitter and chemical-like taste that would probably take me a while to get used to.

I tried not to make a face at the foreign taste while he fed me more until he got every bit of it off my body. Though, I had to it that it was hot to taste him the way boys did with their Masters in the kind of gay porn I’d watched many times. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Now lick yours off the swing, boy. Use your tongue and clean that swing up.”

I was somehow not surprised that he’d order me to do that. “Yes, Sir.” While still on my knees, I scooted back a little and did as told with licks and slurps. I’d come so much that I had a lot to clean up. I definitely had to get used to the taste, though. It was a little better than his, but swallowing him made me see it as his mark on me. That turned me on so much. Even though the kinky roleplay was just while I was here at his place, I was willing to do everything he ordered me to do.

As I finished, I remained here on all fours until he said otherwise, knowing full well that he controlled my every move.

He gently grabbed me and cradled me up in his arms while he stood, proving just how strong he was to do this. Then again, I was probably pretty light for him with as small and skinny I was in comparison. He stared into my eyes, his lips close to mine. “How do you feel, boy?” His tender voice came back, and it made me melt all over again. I’d missed it, and I wished it could stay longer. At the same time, I’d gotten used to his stern commands because they came with the

territory of the roles we played.

I gave him a drunk smile. “Good, Sir. You make me feel real good. Thank you.”

He didn’t say anything more as he kept his eyes locking with mine. Then, he kissed me with what felt like so much ion. His tongue swirled around mine, and I was fully erect all over again. I could easily go for round two, but I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.

I hadn’t felt this attracted to a real person since Father Stark. Even though I only attended church on Easter Sunday because of Mom and Dad, I hadn’t seen him lead the church in a long time. I was sure I’d continue feeling the same way had I still seen him regularly. Since he was sworn to secrecy with confessions, he was the first to know I was gay back when I’d been conflicted about it. He’d always be a breathtakingly beautiful man. Despite him being old enough to be my dad, he’d been my sexual awakening no one knew about, but I’d been too young then to do anything about it. (Not that he’d agree to it even with me as a legal adult, for obvious reasons.)

After minutes of making out, he stopped and noticed my hard cock. “Horny again, boy?” His voice was still tender, adding to the pleasure he made me feel just by being held high in his arms and seduced by him.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Play with your cocklet and come for me again.” It was a tender command.

Even though I didn’t like that term and would never use it for my own cock, I did as told while he still held me standing up. I wished I had some lube, though. I was used to doing it with some kind of substance.

“Here, boy, let me spit in your hand.” Still tender, and I was getting spoiled by his affection. He spit into my hand as I raised it to his mouth, and I was able to masturbate more easily.

He leaned closer to my face and placed his lips on mine for another make-out. His tongue and mine were almost at the same pace by now because of how much we’d kissed. We were hungry the way we kissed. I sensed it from the way he devoured my mouth, the breathing, and the way he held me closely. That made me closer to coming. When I was ready, I breathed harder into his mouth to warn him. I moaned through his mouth while I shot a few good loads on me.

Sir broke the kiss and put me back down. “You’re free to leave.” His voice was no longer tender. But given the time tonight, I knew it was best for me to go home and get some sleep.

“Yes, Sir.” I didn’t bother cleaning up the spots where my cum landed. I simply walked away without looking at him and marched upstairs until I realized I had to go through the blind-walk ordeal again. Great. I understood that he was very discreet and private about his life, and that maybe people could see through the windows, but it still didn’t change the fact that it was inconvenient.

After struggling with finding my shorts and sandals, grabbing them, and putting them back on, being shirtless thankfully reminded me to get my Nintendo T-shirt near the front door. I could’ve otherwise forgotten it again. I put it on, despite all my cum on me, and managed to open the door. I rushed out of the house and back into my car to finally head back home. Ugh, if only I could shower the cum

off, but a wet rag and a good wipe would do. My parents were weird about latenight showers because of the noise. Plus, they could question why I needed a shower at this time.

What a night it’d been, though. I was glad Sir and I had gotten to see each other for a second time and that we’d get to do it again for an indefinite amount of time. Even though I’d wanted to have a good hookup to , I’d instead gotten a good playdate who’d last long enough to give me all the pleasure I needed. Maybe he felt the same way too. Now that I was no longer sexless in my life?

I’d definitely hold onto him for as long as I could.

About Marco May

Marco May has been a ionate writer since he was a teenager. Inspired by his past homoerotic drawings, he started writing erotica secretly not long after he'd started writing overall. He took a long hiatus to focus on his non-erotic works. He tried getting back into writing erotica, but he wasn't inspired anymore. It wasn't until 2017 when he wrote his first picfic, Touchlessly Touched, that drove him to continue writing erotica to a more dedicated level. He started with Wattpad as a testing ground and did great there. He managed to write his biggest hit at the time with The Hookups of Hickeyhook Hall, along with his secondbiggest hit, Tamely Told. His third Wattpad release, an anthology of picfics titled ionately Pictured, did even better. The stats of these works were what led him to believe he had a chance in the publishing world. He still writes non-erotic fiction, but he doesn't mix them under the same pen name.

Aside from writing, Marco May also enjoys deg book and album covers, studying European languages, making electronic music, reading on his Kindle, and playing The Sims.

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