Meeting Master Mark

 

Cruising

I’ve reached that stage where my life is full.  I have a good group of close friends that share my various interests.  Long past are my days of weekends at the bars or long evenings cruising online looking for hookups.  I have a very satisfying social life, however being single does still give me bouts of loneliness now and then.  And I might add I’m not that old where I don’t have a healthy sex drive!

My sex drive is pretty particular these days, and pretty diverse.  On the one hand, I can be a hopeless romantic longing for a husband to come home to.  On the other hand I like to play rough and get into some kink.  I haven’t met the man yet who pushes all my buttons, but I’m not desperate.  If I meet him, great!  If not, I’ll continue to have fun now and then.

This was one of those weekends when I didn’t have plans and was feeling kind of bored.  So I decided to go online.  I have different profiles depending on the site and what kind of men the site caters to.  This particular Saturday I was feeling the need for some rough play and logged on to my favorite site for that.

My profile is pretty clear about what I like in rough play.  I like to be dominated by muscular, masculine, aggressive Alpha men.  My primary fetish is gutpunching, in particular receiving.  Wrestling around is cool, though I am honest about not having the training or experience to be competitive.  I keep my stats accurate and a headless shirtless profile pic current.  

I get a fair amount of interest, but it can be tough finding a match sometimes.  I’m not a match for him, he’s not a match for me…it is what it is.  What’s most frustrating though is having a dialogue with a hot man who seems like a great match…only he’s half-way across the country!  So it’s a crap shoot and I try to keep my expectations realistic.  

Then there are the exceptions to write home (or a story) about!

It started with a classic introduction…

“Hot profile, man!  Mark here.”

Hmmm…thanks Mark, let me check out yours…

Fuck!  Muscular, body to die for, drop dead gorgeous!  He’s into rough play, but domination, Master/Slave…referred to himself as Master.  Hmmm…I’m not comfortable going there… 

“Back at ya, Stud!  Dave here.  Love rough play, gutpunching etc.  While l like being dominated, I’m not into dominance/humiliation or Master/Slave so much.  I like going toe to toe, man to man…I just prefer my partner to be stronger.”

“Hot!  I totally get it.  I like to show off my strength and physically dominate another man, but he has to be a man and I love when he fights back! I just really like to win.  Unlock pics?”

We unlocked our private photos.  Holy fuck!  He shared shots of him working out and flexing, as well as some nudes that proved he was genetically gifted all over!  I tried not to let my insecurity take over, but man…he is totally out of the league of men I usually attract.  I braced myself to be blocked or preferably just politely rejected.

“Nice, Dave!  You look like you have a tough attitude, but I have the clear physical advantage.  Think you can take it?”

Woof!  Instant hardon!  I assured him I could!  I require a phone conversation before meeting, and he was cool with that.  I called him, and we shared some more particulars of what we got off on.  We were both available and interested and agreed to meet at his hotel.  Of course he’s from out of town!  Oh well…at least he said he comes for business pretty a couple times a year, so if we hit it off there might be a repeat!

The Meeting

I showered and packed a trick bag.  If it wasn’t already obvious, I let him know I’m a bottom.  I also shared I’m on PrEP and prefer bareback.   I packed some of my favorite toys in case he wasn’t into fucking…my insecurity coming up again.  I’m usually a little nervous meeting a guy for the first time, but for Master Mark I was way more nervous than usual.

I texted him from the lobby to let him know I’ve arrived.  He tells me he’ll be down in just a minute, and that he’ll be wearing jeans and a tank top.  As if he needed to tell me what he’d be wearing because he stood out as soon as he stepped off the elevator.

I wondered what it would be like going through life looking like that?  About 6’2” tall and 220 pounds of solid muscle…no fat on him.  Broad shoulders tapering to an impossibly narrow waist and hips.  His white wife beater clung to him like a second skin leaving nothing to the imagination.  The thickness of his pecs, peaked erection of his nipples, and washboard abs were all very clear.  His arms were thickly muscled and vascular without being outlandish like a bodybuilder’s.  His rounded butt and thick legs stretched his jeans, yet were still proportional.  A totally spectacular specimen that could model in any fitness magazine.

Not only built, but handsome, too!  Clean shaven with a chiseled square jaw and dirty blond/red hair closely cropped, he truly was a sight to behold.  A classic ginger, his pale freckled skin made him seem more real.  And the eyes…ice blue eyes that were at once intense and penetrating, and then sparkling when he noticed me.  WOOF!

I made my way across the lobby and we shook hands.  He had a firm handshake that I returned back to his acknowledging grin.  We made small talk going back to the elevator.  He could have easily been a prick with his looks, but he was totally friendly and engaging.  The car was a little crowded so we just kept quiet looking forward as people got off on the lower floors.  I took the opportunity to gawk and inspect his reflection in the brass panel.  At one point I caught him catching me checking him out.  The self-satisfied look on his face seemed to speak volumes to me.  So that’s his juice…he gets off on being admired and lusted after, but not in a conceited way.  It’s more circular than that.  Our online chat made more sense now.  His turning me on turned him on which turned me on more, and so on.  

We finally got to his room and he immediately wrapped his arms around me for a passionate kiss.  His hold on me was firm but not crushing and he moaned his approval in my mouth.  Yes, I’ve been told by several men that I’m a great kisser!  He broke the kiss and smiled at me.  He looked me over with approval and we exchanged some more small talk and kissing.  He was behaving more like the dreamy boyfriend than Master Mark!

We took our time making out.  He loved showing off for me and flexing.  Man, I'm a sucker for big biceps and he struck a double-biceps pose that had me drooling!  He kept his left arm up and flexed and grabbed the back of my head with his right and ground my face into his pit.  Normally, that would be a turn off, but here I was with a real life Greek god!  His wish was my command.  

He continued a flex off for me while I worshiped his body, taking in the hard perfection of every muscle on his torso.  And he’s hairy!  Fuck yeah!  A nice dusting of blond fur peeked out from the top of his tank on his pecs.  I couldn’t wait for permission, so I reached down to pull his shirt out of his pants.  He smiled and took over by making a show of it and slowly pulling his tight shirt off.  When his shirt was over his face and confining his arms over his head, I seized the opportunity to rip in a series of 4 or 5 solid gut punches.  That got a growl of approval from him and a big smile as he tossed his shirt aside.  

Fuck, but his abs were solid!  They were indeed a fucking brick wall.  A wall of bricks of muscle held together with cum gutters of tissue, begging to be licked!  But first he started bouncing his pecs, basically inviting me to continue with my punching.  I threw each punch harder than the last, creating welts on his skin from the impact of my knuckles.  “Nice heat!” he said with a nod of approval and proceeded to lift his arms and lace his fingers behind his head.  With a grin of pride he showed off those amazing abs!  Relaxing, then contracting them again to bring out the high relief and to accentuate the indentations.  He’d bend side to side and twist, each movement drawing my attention and admiration to a different area and collection of muscle…his rectus abdominis…his intercostals…his side abs.  I felt them all up before tracing the entire map with my tongue.    

The Beating

Satisfied that I was in total lust for him, he took my hand and led me into the bathroom and placed me against the wall facing a full length mirror.  He felt me up while grinding his groin into mine, kissing my neck.  He knew damn well what he was doing!  The view of this perfectly proportioned stud making out with me was intoxicating!  His broad muscular shoulders and thick back muscles flexing as his thick arms worked up and down my body…his butt cheeks contracting as he ground his hard cock against mine…I was getting drunk off the sight!

He slid his body over to my right side, and caught a side glance reflection for himself of the two us in the mirror, appreciating the impact on me.  

“We make a hot couple, don’t we?” 

“Oh, man…” was the best I could mutter!

He reached up, caressed my cheek, and pulled my face and lips over to meet his.  More passionate kissing.  Both of us moaning, his tongue penetrated deep into my mouth exploring, then retreating and sucking my tongue into his mouth.  My right arm was pinned by his body so I reached up with my left to caress his face and further enhance the passion of his kisses.  Meanwhile his right hand started rubbing my pecs before tweaking and twisting my nipples.

Oh fuck!!!  My nips are hard wired directly to my cock!  That got me squirming as well as moaning!  He was loving my reaction, grinning and laughing his approval.  “Uh, huh!” he boasted, “I thought you’d like that!  How about this?” Just then he planted his fist in the center of my midsection.

I smiled condescendingly and told him, “Oh, you gotta do better than that.”

That was not the reaction he expected!  Raised eyebrows of surprise were immediately replaced with a narrowing of understanding. Locking his gaze of concentration on my open look of challenge, he drew his fist back and landed it again…then again, now striking with increasing power with each determined punch.  His smile and satisfaction grew as the grunts and groans from his punches got louder.

His straight punches to my navel morphed into driving uppercuts into my solar plexus.  Fuck, the man is strong! I judged him to be throwing just half-power punches but he already had me wanting to double over from the penetrating pain!

“Is THIS better??”  BAM!!!

“Yes, SIR!”  I gasped!  I never call a partner Sir!  But for the rest of the afternoon, he would be Sir to me!

“Good, boy…and I can do better!”

Another solid punch as he adjusted position allowed me to reflexively bend and and protect my midsection.  He would have none of that as he twisted back in front of me.  He used his bodyweight to pin my right arm and back against the wall while his left forearm across my chest kept me upright.  Being close to a head taller than me, he could crouch and use his thick right thigh as a brace immobilizing my legs.  He reached across and grabbed my left wrist and easily lifted it up into the vise-like grip of his left hand.  In this position I was totally pinned and my belly completely unprotected.  He turned his head to take in the quality of his work in the mirror.  Yes, I had a totally unobstructed view of the muscled body of a god methodically breaking down my gut like a wrecking ball tearing down a wall.

He enjoyed the view as well.  He kept looking at the reflection of the two us for the first dozen or so punches.  He started back up immediately at about half power with each punch getting a little harder.  He didn’t just wail away, but he took his time deciding where to plant his fist.  He was working my entire midsection from solar plexus to just about my belt.  He was watching my reaction to his punches intently.  I felt his cock throbbing against my thigh, and would pulse every time a punch made me moan or gasp.  That of course only served to make the next punch even harder!

 I still had my t-shirt on and although it offered no protection from the power of his punches, it limited the sting I normally felt with gloveless punches on my bare skin and the sound of “thud” rather than “smack” is totally hot.  I also noticed that I liked the image of me being worked over while clothed…almost like a street fight jumping.  All the senses were being stimulated! 

When sex is good for me, I am very responsive.  Yes, this is sex for me, and yes, it was already proving to be some of the best sex I’ve ever had!

“Oh, fuck!  That was a good one, Sir!” I exclaimed after the third or fourth punch right in the pit of my gut caught me off-guard.

“You’re doing great man!” He remembered I told him coaching and encouragement were a huge turn on for me!  “OOOFFF!” I replied after a particularly vicious attack on my solar plexus.  Punch number eight…maybe it was nine…I don’t know…I was losing count.

He really seemed to get off on my reactions…my gasps for breath…face contorting in pain…moans of pains painful pleasure…lustful gawking at his contracting muscles.  He would make eye contact with me in the mirror to distract me before driving in his fist and forcing a gasping moan of pain and surprise.  After a couple more well-timed and placed punches, he could see the pain in my face as they were taking their toll, so it was time to mix in the pleasure.  

He turned his attention away from the reflection and on to me.  No, he was not about to release me!  I was still his pinned property to be used and treated as he wished.  Passion returned as he gave me time to recover and catch my breath.  He rubbed and massaged my abused abs while kissing me deeply and hungrily.  He’d then pull back and play with my nipples through my shirt, delighting in squirms and squeals of pleasure!  Another belly massage and his hand reached down to palm my engorged cock pressing my jeans.  Kissing me, looking longingly at me, he’d rub my cock with his hand, then trace its length with his finger.  Finally he undid my belt, unzipped my jeans, and continued his handiwork of massaging then tracing then rubbing my cock over my shorts which were now drenched with my pre-cum.  I desperately wanted him to free my cock from the confines of my shorts, but I knew better than to ask.  He will let me get naked when he’s ready.  

He moved in for another long passionate kiss.  With his tongue deep in my mouth his fist returned to the pit of my gut with a punch more than three quarter power, and definitely deeper than any punch I had thus far taken.

Though not a bodybuilder, having a gutpunching fetish inspired me to work my abs consistently.  I diet, work out, do what I can, but I will never have a six-pack to eight-pack like Mark.  However, I have taken the best shots from some strong men!  I’ve had my share of hot experiences, but only rarely have I been punched hard enough to double over like in my favorite TV and movie fight scenes.  I’ve never been dropped to the ground and knocked out like I’ve seen happen to boxers.  To date I’ve been able to take almost all the punches thrown at me, and I’ve usually had to call the scene off because of skin and muscle bruising, not belly pain.  A couple times I have stopped a scene when I thought I’d reached my limit only to recover shortly after realizing that fear and inhibition stopped me.  

Mark was taking me to new territory and I was way too fucking turned on to stop it!  Non-stop passionate kissing…tender and erotic tit work and cock play…all mixed in with the most brutal assault on my gut I’d ever experienced.

My moans were pleasure…then pain…then pleasure…then it all became one whirlwind of indistinguishable painful pleasure!  He drove in at least another dozen deep punches.  Each one deeper than I had ever experienced.  A straight right punch to the pit of my gut caused an explosion inside radiating through my entire core.  The impact was what I had fantasized about as I stroked and blew load after load on fight scene clips and gutpunching photos.  Kissing…licking my lips with his tongue, he sucked in my gasps for air.

“Oh, Sir! Fuck!  That’s it!”  I was thinking we had to be done…that was it.

“No…we’re not done yet,” he said.  “We’re done when I say you’ve had enough.”  Seeing my look of worry, he added, “Bud, I know you’re hurting, but I also know you’re not injured.  You know I know what you want, and crave, and need.  Will you trust me to give it to you?”

“YES, SIR!”

That was followed by another straight right into the pit of my gut that was even harder and more powerful, radiating more pain inside than the last one.  

His face was right up to mine, our eyes almost touching…

“Ask for it!”

“PLEASE!”

Again his fist drove in even deeper and harder!  He’s got to be punching me with all he’s got, but he’s still using only his arms and shoulders…he’s not even putting his weight behind the punches!”

“Please, what????”

Again…even harder…how much more before I pass out?  How am I still conscious?

“PLEASE, SIR!!!!”

“Better!”

That time he did twist and put some body weight into his punch!  Oh fuck!  This is it!  I was finally able to gasp out, “Oh, god!”

With that cue, he stepped away and drew his power from his toes up to his fist, driving it straight up into my already bending perfectly positioned solar plexus, folding my body over his fist.  Still bent a little in the knees, he braced me from falling, quickly withdrew his fist from my gut and punched up between my legs, catching my balls in the bend of his elbow, lifting me up like a ragdoll over his head.  He carried me over to the bedroom and threw me down on bed with me landing on my back…totally dazed and confused…yet still incredibly horny.

The Fucking

He gave me time to come to my senses…basically long enough to strip me and himself totally naked.  I had landed with my head close to the edge of the bed.  The bed was high, but my head was still a little low for his long legs, so he lifted me up to place a pillow under my shoulders and pulled me towards him so my head hung off the edge of the bed at the right height for him.

The right height for him to order me to open my mouth, and guide in his half-hard cock.  “Perfect!”  We both enjoyed the feeling of his cock growing to full length and hardness in my mouth.  Every heartbeat pumped more blood into his dick as it pulsed larger and larger.  It didn’t take long for him to be fully erect, and it didn’t long for my saliva to get flowing from hunger.

Both hands holding my head in place, he began to slowly fuck my mouth.  He started with long, slow strokes allowing us to both appreciate just how long his cock is.  He’d pull out to just his head between my lips so I could nurse on his circumcised crown and lick his pee slit before sliding it back in.  Ready to fuck, his strokes got faster, harder, and deeper, causing me to cough on slap on his leg.

He gave in once and pulled out for me, then ordered, “Choke on it, boy!” and resumed full stroke fucking.  I was determined to take it all and I opened my throat.  He held his entire length in my throat for a second while I took in the musk of his balls against my nose.  

He bent over and swallowed my hard cock in one gulp.  I reached up and grabbed his hips for support while he sucked and stroked my cock with full strokes.  When I started to buck my hips up to match his sucking, he pulled off.

“Not so fast, boy!  Give me that ass!”

He got up on the bed with me and maneuvered me onto all fours facing the headboard and he stuck his face into my ass.  He went to town rimming my hole and tongue fucking me.  It felt so good..I buried my face in a pillow and started endless moaning.  That must have been the reaction he was looking for as he started moaning into my ass as well.  

He got my hole nice and slick with his spit and I had loosened up a bit.  He reached for the lube and first started finger fucking me.  He had no trouble finding my prostate and started stroking it, causing me to moan even louder into the pillow.  One finger soon became two, probing and stretching my hole.  He inserted a third lubed finger that loosened me even more.

He pulled out his fingers and gave my ass and his long thick cock a good dose of lube before positioning the head right at my sphincter.  He bent and reached forward, grabbed my traps to pull my head out of the pillow and fucked the full length of his dick into my hole in one stroke.

“OOOOHHHH, FFFUUUCCKKK MEEEEE!” He had loosened me up so well my ass was instantly a glove to his cock.

“Oh, I intend to!” And he delivered! With the same power and passion with which his fist was pounding my gut earlier, his hips were driving his cock into my ass.  He moved his hands to my hips to better facilitate his aim as he repeatedly withdrew his dick all the way out, paused a second, then drove it all the way in again, over and over.  

I was in another world again.  The gutpunching just moments ago had gotten me into one altered state, and here I was going into another!  I was so turned on, it was as if his cock had become his fist punch fucking me!  

Each time I would get into a zone around his fucking rhythm, he’d change things up a little.  What drove me absolutely crazy was he’d enter me just until the head of his cock reached the resistance of my sweet spot.  He would pulse his cock with some short strokes and pause…making me wait for it, before slamming his cock all the way in making me yelp with pleasure. 

He pulled out and effortlessly flipped me over onto my back, grabbed my ankles, and with precise aim resumed his full stroke fucking of my ass…pulling all the way then punching his dick back in.  Now with full view of his muscles working, I reached to start stroking myself.  Before my hand could reach my cock he forcefully slapped it away.

“I will decide when and how you cum!” he ordered with a clear and controlling emphasis on the “I”.

He resumed fucking me and in this position he knew damn well the effect on me!  Possibly because I was openly gawking and drooling at the sight of his muscles!  Oh, and he put on a show, bouncing his pecs and rippling his abs as he thrust his cock into me.  The money shot to me though was his fishboning my legs from the ankles as he flexed his biceps!  If he kept this up much longer, I wouldn’t need to touch myself to cum!

But it wasn’t just his muscles that were getting me off.  He was so painfully handsome, and sweat was dripping from his face and body.  His blue eyes bore into me.  Every time I would close my eyes he’d order me to open them and look at him.  His serious look of concentration morphed into a huge wide-eyed smile.  His breathing quickened as he exclaimed, “I’m cumming, boy!”  

“Fucking breed me!”

He did just that and with another final thrust kept his exploding cock buried deep in my ass.  He let go of my legs and I wrapped them around his torso as he grabbed my hands; pressing them into the mattress with his full weight as he leaned down and started to kiss me passionately.  Our tongues explored each other’s mouth before licking the sweat off the other’s face.  He sucked on my lower lip, traced it with his tongue then pulled back enough to look in my eyes with a smile, “Your turn!” 

He pulled his softening cock out, and reached for my trick bag.  He asked, “What have we got in here?” as he opened it up.  He pulled out a couple butt plugs and dildos, “Yup, know what these are.”  He then raised an eyebrow and asked, “But what’s this?” as he pulled out a series of straps.  

“It's a kind of sling device I got online,” I explained.  “It will keep my legs up and spread for me and my hole available.  Also keeps my legs from cramping or otherwise tiring.”

“Show me.”

I placed the main strap around my back,  put my legs through the stirrup straps to my thighs, and tightened the adjusting straps to get into a nice fuckable position.

“Nice!!!” he approved.  “That will work perfectly!  Now what’s this?” he asked while holding up an 8 shaped piece of rubber.

“That’s a passive hand restraint.  I put my hands through the rubber holes, and it restrains my wrists like handcuffs, but safer in that I can always pull my hands out if necessary.”

“Hmm…we could have used this earlier for the punching…definitely next time.”  

Next time!?!?  WOOF!!!

He handed them to me, “Put it on.”  I took them from him and started putting my hands through the openings.  “No!  Behind your back!”  He grabbed me by the shoulders to hold me up while I wiggled my hands in. Once I was successfully restrained, he released me.  So there I was on my back with my hands restrained beneath me under the small of my back, causing a slight arch, and my legs up, knees to my chest, and spread wide open.

Mark nodded his head in approval, “Oh, fuck man!  This is perfect!  Time to play!”

First he decided on a medium sized butt plug…not much bigger than his cock and the widest part.  He lubed it up and worked it in.  By the sound of my moan, he knew he had it in place!  He reached for the tit clamps, put them on my nipples and started playing with the chain, delighting in my squirming and squealing.  He leaned down to get his face close to mine.  Supporting his weight with his left, he asked me, “Enjoying this???” as he resumed punching my arched gut…again…with his right.  The best I could manage was an “Arrgghhh!!!” as my eyes rolled back.  

He grinned with an evil chuckle and worked the length of my midsection again with solid punches.  They weren’t as powerful as earlier, but with my back arched and the lingering effects of the prior workover they were doing their damage.  He started at my solar plexus paralyzing my breathing making the punches to my mid abs and navel more penetrating and painful.  He then gave my cock a couple strokes before punching my navel again…then another couple of strokes and a punch…and again.  

My brain was about to short circuit from all of the stimulation!  The body punches were making my gut ache and rattled the chain of the clamps pinching my nipples, which are in turn directly wired to the cock he was intermittently stroking!  My entire body was bucking and I was about to lose my mind!  He planted his mouth on mine again, and with his tongue probing,  he started smacking the butt plug with the palm of his hand.  Given his position, the heel of his hand was smacking my testicles as well.

“Oh!  Fuck!  My balls!”

With both eyebrows raised and an evil grin, “What balls?  THESE balls?” and the next slap totally avoided the butt plug with a direct hit to my nuts.

“FUCK!  THOSE BALLS!!!”

“Oh, yeah!  Here we go!”

He got up and knelt between my legs.  He formed a ring with his left thumb and forefinger to use to stroke my cock while punishing my nuts with his right.  He would stroke up my shaft to just under the head before stoking down into my balls from above. Meanwhile he continued smacking my nuts with his right.  My testicles are far from “low hangers” and are pretty tight to my body…so tight that cock and ball rings don’t really work on me.  

He was taking all of this anatomy information in and realized he could punch my groin for the same effect of a dull ache spreading through my body while he stroking was edging me closer and closer to orgasm.  So between strokes of my cock shaft with the ring he made of his left hand, he would punch directly into my groin with the closed fist of his right.  Again, he was masterful (hmmm…maybe that’s why his boys called him “Master”?) in gauging just how hard he could punch to keep me on the pleasure/pain edge.

And “edging” is the operative word here, because his stroking was limited, I wasn’t getting direct stimulation to the head of my cock, keeping me from finally cumming.

I had become a ball jelly and was worried I might not cum from edging too long when he suddenly stopped and swallowed my cock all the way down.  After just one stroke or two I had the orgasm of my life!!!  I’m normally a “screamer” when the sex is good, but this time I was so over stimulated my scream came out silent!  However, that didn’t keep me from thrashing and jerking like I was being electrocuted…which in a way, I was!

He held my cock in his mouth, gently massaging it with his tongue until it was fully soft before releasing it.  He loosened the straps around my legs and carefully removed the nipple clamps.  Finally, he reached around and released my hands from the rubber restraint.  He laid down beside me and tenderly stroked my cheek, telling me “You tasted good!” before kissing me passionately, but now with more affection than heat.  “Hmmm…when I get back, the first thing I’m going to do is arrange a return trip!”

Return trip???  WOOF!!!  

After some cuddling and caressing we drifted off for a brief nap to end the afternoon.