My Master's Meat
By: Semibu
I’m not exactly sure how it all came to be. Hal and I got on well together from the day we first met. It was one of those corridor moments. We bumped into each other. He moved this way and so did I. He moved that way and so did I. We both smiled and simultaneously said ‘Sorry, man!’ before bursting into laughter. It turned out that he would be my line manager and close friend. But we couldn’t have been any different. He a handsome 6ft 5in, muscular African black with a university education, and me a very pale, very average 5ft 8in European white with a major in struggling to make ends meet. He used to call me ‘Little Man’. I loved it!
I suppose I was always in awe of him. He was solid, built like a tank. His mood swings took him from happy to very happy. Nothing seemed to get him down. His broad smile was a tonic for the entire department. I’d never before had a boss I could respect or trust. If I had a problem I would go to his office and talk. He’d always send me away feeling good about myself and about work. He bonded with everyone – especially me. Maybe it was because I was the shortest guy under his command. Maybe it was because, despite his authority and stature, I was never afraid of him. Perhaps he enjoyed my trust too much.
Whatever, a few months down the line and we were planning a weekend in the countryside together. He’d asked me not to mention it to the others. Of course, I agreed, even though I had no idea what this weekend would bring. I was thrilled to find myself suddenly alone with this adorable creature, miles away from the hustle and bustle of city life and the office. This was basic stuff. No frills, no flush toilets, no washing facilities, and the jeep parked more than a 20-minute walk away. This was a clearing in the woods, a couple of sleeping bags, his trusty battery operated torch in his pocket, and a small fire. The flames were more for light than for heat. It was, after all, a very hot summer’s night. We were just staring into the swirling smoke from opposite sides of the flickering ambers and crimsons. The conversation had been gentle and occasional when I decided to shuffle around and sit right next to him. To my absolute joy, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his ripped bulk. I dared to reach out and take his spare hand as his perspiration, earned from chopping firewood, teased and enticed my nostrils.
“You okay, Little Man?” he mumbled close to my ear with that irresistible African slant of his. “Okay there?”
“I’m more than okay, Hal.” I squeezed his fingers. “You?”
“Now, let me see,” came his deep-voiced response. “I’m okay…but I could be better.”
“Yeah?” I inched closer still. His body heat made me feel as if I were about to melt. “How could you be better than you already are?” I wasn’t convinced that any of this was really turning out the way I had hoped. I persevered nevertheless. “Could I make things any better for you?”
The ensuing absence of words had me listening out for some distant noise of nature on which to comment and so end this awkward communications breakdown. I was concluding that I had misinterpreted the entire scenario when that bulbous arm about my shoulder tightened its hold.
“Would you serve me, Little Man? Would you lick my ass, kiss my balls and suck my dick.” His voice was slow and almost apologetic in tone. “Would you give yourself to me?”
“Hal, you can have me, My Master.” He smiled as I demoted myself to slave status. We were soon in a tight embrace. “I give myself to you.” I was confused only by the suddenness of it all, not the concept. This was more than I could have hoped for. “Tell me what and how and where and when…”
The next hour or so was a complete blur of all-smothering all-passionate skin and muscle. I could never have envisaged ever wishing to stoop to such depraved and frenzied depths. Any dignity I might have had was drowned and destroyed by the rich aromas of his fabulous physique: the sweat, the musk and the priceless and intimate scent of his ample manhood as I nigh choked myself upon its incredible length. I was totally lost in his might and masculinity. My tasks were many but his control and leadership was never less than tender and considerate. In short, he had let me loose on his being. He was allowing me to be as water and to find my own level.
The flavour and force of his sustained ejaculation stung, pained and pleased my throat. Drinking it down, I was oblivious to my actually quaffing on the juices of an imminent demise. I fell onto his mighty frame, into his protective arms and into a deep slumber. I was about to embark on an irreversible journey.
I awoke with a start and a sharp intake of breath. I rubbed and cleared my eyes. There I was, a mere 5 inches from head to toe and sitting naked on his rippling chocolate-brown abdominal muscles. Hunger groaned beneath me. A hand wrapped itself around my diminished body and lifted me to safety as its owner, Hal, sat up. He brought me to his face. The winning smile I had come to know and love had returned to his ample lips.
“Gottcha!” he exclaimed, his voice still seductive and calm. “Now you really are all mine!”
“Hal, what’s going on?” I was light-headed and frightened. “Speak to me.”
“I’ve always wanted you,” he gloated. “Ever since we bumped into one another in the corridor. Remember? From that moment on I knew I just had to have you, eat you, devour your life and feed you to my body…”
“Devour me?” My legs kicked involuntarily as I inhaled his spent breath. “You mean really eat me, really swallow me?”
“That’s right. You’re going to be a part of me forever. I won’t hurt you, Little Man. Just relax.”
This exquisitely handsome monster, the object of my every desire, was now priming me for death by digestion. I so wished I could have summoned up a reasonable case for my defence but in my heart of hearts I knew that I belonged within him. My gaze fixed on his ever-inviting grin with its pristine teeth glinting in the firelight. The relaxation process had begun. I was falling deeper under his spell.
“It’ll be okay. It’ll feel wonderful,” he reassured. “All over tenderness. All over sex.”
“Hal…” My tiny arms reached out to his opening jaws. “Just don’t hurt me, Hal. Please.” His giggle confirmed that he sensed my acceptance to my fate. “I beg you not to hurt me!”
I needn’t have worried. His tongue spilled forth in a mass of glistening pink and immeasurable sensitivity and strength. He placed me face down upon its quivering, manipulating expanse. I pressed my teary eyes into the soft, welcoming taste bud textures and kissed. I called his name once or twice as soothing saliva dowsed and lubricated me. A shaft of light from that tiny battery torch he’d kept in his jeans, illuminated the way ahead. His throat was a sight to behold: vast, wet and all flexing. This was the moment that, had I needed convincing, persuaded me everything would work out just fine. I was nervous, even scared, but it was like preparing for a roller coaster ride: I hadn’t been forced aboard. I was trembling in anticipation and yet ever-confident of an exciting and worthwhile experience. Hal tipped back his head and stretched the opening to his eager gullet. Gravity took hold and I began to slide towards the treacherous darkness. Hal gulped. I was sucked gently into warmth and moisture – only my feet protruded from beneath his nose. His tongue jolted back and forth. He swallowed again, and again. I climaxed as I slithered helplessly down his thick firm neck.
The journey from gullet to gut was tight, swift and painless. This finely honed tube was vertically ribbed. These curious lines contrasted by encompassing and relentless sphincters of merciless peristalsis. I had held my breath until deposited into his squelching stomach. It was several seconds before I managed to correct myself and sit comfortably in the steaming soup of hydrochloric acids and bile. The stinking gurgling pool was dispersed as Hal laid flat. I couldn’t believe that I had actually arrived alive, whole and completely unscathed. His steadily pounding heartbeat mesmerised me in the intimate darkness. Listening to regular intakes of fresh air rushing to his lungs, I considered my own private supply of stench-heavy oxygen, and wondered how long it would be before he bid me farewell with a deserved belch of satisfaction. I curled up in his ever-constricting food bag and prepared to blend effortlessly into his unquestionable superiority.