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Rising Star

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The stage was empty, except for one man and his guitar. It may not seem like much but he had incredible stage presence. I should know, I’ve never missed one of his performances. I’ve been to every seedy club, open mic, coffee house, and bar this side of the east coast. There’s just something about him. It’s hard to explain. It’s something about his voice and his lyrics; they speak right to my soul. It was baffling that he hadn’t been signed to a record contract yet, but it would happen soon. I just knew this guy was going to be a star someday.

As I sat in the audience, I thought back on how we had met. It was still so clear in my mind. It was after the fifth performance I had attended. I had managed to get enough nerve to introduce myself and tell him how much I had enjoyed his performance. He looked at me with those piercing brown eyes, smiled, and everything around me went dark. At that moment there was no one else in the club except him and me. Unfortunately, before he could speak someone came up to us and pulled him away. I was so disappointed, but after the next performance he came up to me and we managed to carry on a conversation without any interruptions.

That had been several shows ago and since then our relationship had grown from just performer and fan. Now after every show he would come straight to me and I would tell him exactly what I thought worked or didn’t work. It was a dream come true for me. We even hung out regularly outside of the clubs. I no longer knew just the stage performer. I also knew the person behind the artist, and fell in love with him as well.

The music stopped. The boisterous applause from the audience snapped me back to reality. A whole new set of fans had been born, I thought with a smile. I got up and made my way to the small dressing room area to wait for him. It took him longer than usual but he stormed in excitedly. At the sight of him I jumped from the couch to greet him in an embrace. He took my face between his hands and kissed me hard on the lips. It was something he always did. It no longer took me by surprise like it had done the first time, but it still sent shivers up and down my body. He pulled his lips away from mine, but we remained embraced.

“You’ll never believe what just happened,” he said to me, hardly able to contain his excitement. I opened my mouth to answer but he couldn’t hold his news in any longer and spoke first, “there was a guy from a record company in the audience and he wants to sign me!”

I was shocked but not surprised. I knew this was going to happen. We both danced around the small dressing room in jubilant excitement. Round and round, the room spun around us, everything was a blur. I took a wrong step and together we tumbled to the floor.

He helped me up and asked if I was ok, but all I could do was laugh. I kept laughing until I noticed the serious expression on his face. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I didn’t think he was hurt. His expression wasn’t one of pain. No, it was something else. His fingers traced the outlines of my lips. His mouth moved closer to my own until our lips met once again. Only this time it was different, it was not a friendly kiss. It had more meaning than that. It was a kiss filled with passion and desire. A kiss that took my breath away. I parted my lips to let his tongue slip inside my mouth and breathe life back into me.

I was in complete shock but my body instinctively responded to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to return his kiss with one of my own. Our tongues took their time getting to know each other, doing a sensual dance in our mouths. Gently, he laid me down on the dressing room floor, his hands exploring my body for the first time. He pulled his lips away from mine and his mouth went from my neck down to my hardening pecs. His tongue circled my left nipple before he took it in his mouth, sucking on it and pulling at the hard tip with his teeth. It sent a sharp pain throughout my body. He did the same to my other nipple before his lips traveled down my stomach, to the top of my jeans. Effortlessly he unbuckled my pants and pulled them off. My very hard cock stuck straight up, my head dripping with pre cum….

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Speak

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“Sir I need to use the restroom.” My request was quickly answered with a slap to the face that knocked me to the floor.

“You whore,” he spat at me. “I told you never to speak unless spoken to. When are you going to learn?”

He walked over to where I lay on the floor. Then pressed his steel-toed boot against my clean-shaven nut sac until I doubled over in pain. I was so close to emptying my bladder, but I knew that if I did there would be hell to pay for later. “Now you may ask your question.”

“Sir please…” Again he slapped me across the face drawing blood.

“I told you never to speak until I said the word speak,” he spit. “Now try again whore.”

I lay motionless, afraid even to breathe.

“You may ask your question.”

Still I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to make him any angrier than he already was. I knew I was a bad slave. I was such work. That’s why I was so thankful to have him in my life.

He bent down to where I was. His face was inches from mine and said, “Speak.”

“Sir, please may I use the restroom?” I asked in a low voice, careful not to look him directly in the eyes. After all I was not his equal.

“I don’t know it doesn’t sound like you want it bad enough.” He walked back to his leather chair in the dark dungeon room I called home. “Come here!” he commanded and on all fours I crawled over to where he sat. Lowering my head at his feet I awaited his approval. “Try again whore, you may speak.”

“Thank you for giving me another chance sir. Please, I really need to piss. May I piss?” I begged him.

“Much better whore, much better. Now stand.”

I did as he said, standing straight up, arms at either side.

“Go get your glass.” I walked over and grabbed the glass I was supposed to pee in whenever he allowed me. “Fill it up whore.” As soon as he said those words I put the head of my cock inside the glass and let it rip. The feeling of relief as my bladder relaxed and filled the glass was indescribable. I filled it to the rim. I had so much saved up inside me. I was careful not to spill a drop as I placed it on the table next to my master’s chair.

“You know what to do now. Don’t you?” he asked me. I nodded and ran over to get my drinking bowl, placing it at my master’s feet. He reached down and emptied the glass of piss into the bowl.

“Now drink it bitch! I don’t want to see a drop of your nasty slut piss left in that bowl. You understand?” I got on my knees and like the dog that I was I drank it all up.

As I cleaned my drinking bowl free of piss, my master played with his large uncut cock. A studded leather ring adorned the base of his shaft and he ran his hand up and down on it, careful not to hit the studs. They were razor sharp. I knew that all too well. Once the bowl was totally clean, I sat up and watched as he stroked his cock until he got rock hard.

“You like this boy, don’t you?”

I shook my head vigorously. I loved my Master’s cock. I loved the way he fucked me and tore up my ass with it. I loved it when he shoved it down my throat, fucking my face until he shot his sweet cum down my throat. I loved every thing about my Master. I existed only to serve and please him.

“Come here,” he commanded. I did so, resting my head on his leg as he stroked my hair and the place where his hand had met my face.

“Did I hurt you boy?” he asked.

I look…

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