[Featuring Tom Welling and a Mystery Man]
My next encounter with Tom was several weeks later. That night in the barn I had given him a trigger word and several post-hypnotic suggestions to set up my continued control of him. The Coin of Gold was powerful, but the conversion process was not always instantaneous. With strong-willed men like Tom, my control would very strong initially, but it would quickly weaken unless the subject was trained and exercised on a regular basis.
Each day, I had called him and issued a simple command as a test and as a way of easing him into becoming my obedient slave. I would ask him to do something like change his shirt or go to a certain restaurant for dinner. They were simple commands that he would have little resistance to and that would help eliminate any lingering doubts he had about my control. As the days went by the commands grew more complex and more unexpected. He was instructed to call me from an unusual location or say a certain phrase during a television interview, all to aid in his conditioning.
You may have even read about one of my more memorable commands in the tabloids. I had told him that there was a parade in town and given him the suggestion that he had a burning desire to see it and to watch the clowns. When the clowns turned out to be drag queens and the parade turned out to be a gay pride event in San Diego, well, the press had a field day. Though the photographer I had tipped off at the Enquirer had only managed a few fuzzy shots of him mixed in with the crowd, there was one great shot of Tom licking an ice cream cone as the leather men marched by. Naturally, his agent denied the whole thing and insisted that the person pictured was not Tom, but it caused a stir none the less.
During the last week of commands I had ordered him to abstain from all sexual activities and to call me each night before he went to bed. For a young man in his early-twenties this was the greatest challenge yet. With each night's call I could sense the growing sexual frustration in his voice, but he obeyed my orders to the letter.
The last few nights were especially difficult for him. He would beg me please, please let him touch himself, but to each request I would firmly answer "no." During these late-night calls I would ask him about his fantasies, what he liked and what gave him the most pleasure. He was reluctant at first, but eventually it all poured out of him. He told me about his first experiences of being jacked off in the back of a movie theater and about his first blow job. These first times seemed to have a special significance for him and gave him the greatest pleasure. But he also had fantasies that had as yet been unfulfilled - fantasies of being tied up blindfolded while a mystery woman seduced him. I noted all this information in detail and added it to his file for future reference.
After his two-week trial, I had arranged for him to meet me at a secret location for his next lesson. He entered the secluded apartment with the key I had mailed him earlier in the week. The room was dark except for a small lamp on a table next to an overstuffed chair in the corner. I stood in the darkest corner and instructed him to have a seat in the chair.
"How do you feel, Tom?" I asked him.
"Fine, Master" he replied absentmindedly as he scanned the room.
"You will tell me the truth today, the absolute truth, do you understand?"
"Yes," he answered.
"You will sit quietly and focus on nothing but the sound of my voice. You are at ease and totally open to my words. " He seemed to relax and stopped looking around the room, instead merely looking forward into dark space. "You've had a rough week, haven't you?"
"Sir?"
"It's been so long since you found release. You want it now, don't you?"
"Yes." His answer was barely audible.
"What would you like to do, Tom? Tell me."
"I'd like to, I'd…" his voice drifted off.
"Tell me," I repeated.
"I want to have sex."
"Yes, but you don't just want to jack off do you, Tom?"
"No, Master." He hung his head down and his hands fidgeted on the armrests.
"What do you want, then?"
"I want to be with someone, a girl, I want to…"
"You want to be with her, to have her service you, is that right, Tom?"
"Yes, sir"
"And what do you want her to do?"
"I want her to… suck my cock, god I'm so horny I could explode just looking at her."
"You want a blowjob, is that right, Tom?"
"Yeah," he bit down on his lower lip and brushed his hair back nervously.
"How long has it been?"
"Too long!" he replied quickly, with a nervous laugh.
I paused my questioning and moved silently around the room until I stood behind him. "And what if I could offer you that release?"
"Please, sir."
I motioned for my other guest to move forward out of the shadows. From Tom's vantage point in the chair he could see only the dark outline of the other man.
"Wh-who is that?"
"He is here to help you, Tom."
"But he's a guy!"
"Yes, but he wants to take care of you and give you what you want."
"But I don't do with it guys, I'm, straight."
"It's only a blow-job, Tom, it can't hurt. Besides a mouth is a mouth, right?"
"A mouth is a mouth?" he repeated.
"Yes, a mouth is a mouth and it's only a blowjob."
"It's only a blowjob?"
"You want it, don't you, Tom? You want someone to suck your cock, don't you?
"No, not him."
"But if he doesn't it'll be another week of waiting and another week of sleepless nights."
"Please, Master, I need it bad." For a stud like Tom who could have practically anyone he wanted at any time, this must have been torture.
The other man stepped forward and knelt in front of the helpless TV superhero. "You want it, don't you, Tom?"
He watched as his mystery companion reached down and undid his belt and lowered the zipper on his jeans. "Please," he pleaded.
When his cock was finally released it sprang out and stood up a proud, hard 7 inches of manhood. Within seconds it was engulfed by the mouth of man that I had brought with me to service it. All the while Tom kept repeating, "a mouth is a mouth, a mouth is a mouth… it's only a blowjob…"
"You like it, don't you, Tom?"
"Mmmmm…"
"You like having your cock sucked, don't you?"
"Y-yes…"
"You like having your cocked sucked by another man." I motioned for Tom's companion to increase his pace.
"Oh, fuck, yes." Tom was thrusting up into the man's mouth now and pushing his head down to fuck his throat as deeply as possible.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" He screamed, and before I could stop him he'd blasted his load down the man's throat, nearly choking his companion on it. When Tom finally let go of the man's head, he pulled away, gasping for breath. Wiping his lips with his fingers, he licked up the last of the Tom's load that had escaped his mouth.
"Tom. You've been very bad."
"Master?"
"Did I tell you to release?"
"Please, sir."
"You must do it again, Tom, and you must not release your seed until I tell you to, is that understood?"
"Yes, Master."
That afternoon Tom came three additional times before we had exhausted him. Each time he was able to hold out longer and longer until I finally gave him permission to come. By the time we had finished, his shirt was drenched and his whole body glistened with a sheen of musky sweat.
I instructed Tom to adjust his clothes and sent him on his way. He was told to remember only that he'd been to the gym for a workout and had returned home for a more private shower. His orders to abstain from sex and to call me each evening would continue. It would be nearly two weeks before his next lesson. The question was, could he hold out for that long?
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