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"Listen to my instructions carefully." I was intent on my master's every word. "Before we continue, you need some rest. Get up and leave the room through the same door you entered. Exit the room you took off your clothes through the same door you entered. This will lead you into the front hallway. Climb the stairway at the front of the house. At the upstairs hallway take your first right. You can sleep in the bed in that room. If you need a bathroom, there is one directly across from the hall where you will be sleeping. The upstairs is completely dark. You are not to turn on any lights on upstairs except in the bathroom and only for as long as you need it. In the meantime you are forbidden to put on any clothes. You will remain completely naked until I instruct you otherwise. Now go and rest. I will meet you in the bedroom when I am ready." I arose without saying anything, plodded off by the candles to the door, my bare heels making thumping noises against the wooden floor, and entered the barren pantry, carefully closing the door behind me. The clothes in this dimly lit room were draped over the furniture just as I had left them. I was relieved that the officious woman had not stolen them. When I opened the door to the hallway, the comparatively bright lights nearly blinded me. I had no idea how long I had been imprisoned in relative darkness. I wondered out loud as to the time and proceeded to the stairway as my eyesight adjusted to the light. I was startled part way upstairs by the presence of a full-length mirror hung just above the banister that I had not noticed on my arrival. For a fleeting moment I perceived that a naked colleague was accompanying me upstairs. Even though I was again cold and still completely defenseless in a strange house, it felt good to be naked and sexual. I winked at myself as I passed that mirror and noticed that I had begun to harden again. At the top of the steps it was unlit, as my master had said it would be. I opened the first door on the left, quickly felt for a light switch by the doorway and turned it on. Sure enough, it was the bathroom, complete with old-fashioned fixtures and installations. I lifted the seat off the toilet, secured my semi-rigid dick in my fingers, and peed contentedly in the bowl. For some reason, the tinkling sound of my pee hitting the bowl water sounded like music to my ears. I lowered both the seat and the lid, flushed the toilet, washed my hands in the sink and dried myself on an especially large fluffy towel draped over a rack on the door. I remembered to switch off the light as I left. I crossed the hall and entered a very dark bedroom. I could barely make out a large, barred bed at the far end of the room, as this room was also evidently draped tightly and I proceeded cautiously to the bed hoping that I would not bump into any unseen furniture on the way. Upon arrival, I pulled back the covers and gleefully climbed in. The clean sheets felt marvelous against my naked skin. Thus began a lifelong habit of sleeping in the nude, with or without a partner. I was awakened what seemed only minutes later by my master calling out to me. He was standing astride my bed, again, his form only vaguely silhouetted. He had apparently pulled back the covers and sheets to reveal me sporting a nocturnal erection. He ordered me to get out of bed and prepare for my next slave session. He stepped aside in the darkness and told me to walk straight-ahead 5 paces. After doing so, he slipped behind me and told me not to turn around. He said he had a flashlight. He told me that with the aid of his directed beam of light I was to walk out of the room, cross the hall, and enter the bathroom. As I obeyed, I noticed the lights in the hallway downstairs were off. Without the flashlight it truly would have been nearly pitch black. Once in the bathroom, he told me to wait where I was until he joined me there. By now, my erection was no longer nocturnal. Dripping pre-cum again, I wondered what erotic adventures he had in store for me. Would we perhaps shower together? In the bathroom behind me, he shone the flashlight at the bathtub and told me get in it and lay down as much in the center of the tub as I could, facing up. As I carefully lifted my leg over the high ridge of the huge tub, my wet cock swaggered in the beam of light aimed on it. The surface was cold to the touch of the ball of my foot and I realized that the tub would feel cold to the rest of my exposed skin as well. As I lay down, I shivered with the stone coldness against my backside. He nearly shone the flashlight in my face the whole time he climbed in with me, careful not to step on me, his large bare feet straddling my firm love handles as he stood over me. Only old bathroom accoutrement could accommodate two people in this fashion. He told me to lie perfectly still as the flashlight snapped off and I heard a rustling of clothing on him. For a moment there was complete silence before I heard him let out a little cough and suddenly I heard and felt the piddling flow of warm water fall on my still excited genitals. The acrid odor alerted me to the fact that he was peeing on me. Slowly the stream of warm urine moved up my torso. Rather than be offended, I was enjoying another intensely intimate experience and welcomed the warm wetness spraying on my cold dry epidermis. Eventually the stream fell full force on my face and I had to spit to keep from tasting the salty acridness. As the intensity of the stream diminished, it ended on my now drenched midsection. He told me not to move and he carefully climbed out of the tub. He told me to get up and lean against the wall opposite the fixtures. He explained that now we were to shower, but he was to wash me. I was not to touch him at all. Following his instructions, he climbed back in the tub in front of me. He told me he would adjust the faucets to the right temperature. I heard the strain and squeal of turning faucets and the rush of warm water emitting from the showerhead. Again, he climbed out of the tub and drew the curtains. He told me to stand directly under the shower. The water flowing over me was just the right temperature. It felt great. I heard a rustling of clothes through the rushing water. He pulled back the curtain from behind me, and this time climbed in where I had stood. I suspected that for the first time he was completely disrobed in my presence. Suddenly, I felt a bar of soap and his prodigious hands on me. It was thrilling to be attentively washed by another man from head to toe. He even lathered my hard cock and shampooed the adjacent bush. Before rinsing me off, he stuck the bar of soap up the crack of my ass and then fingered around my rectum to insure that I was clean to his satisfaction. When we were both out of the tub, he tossed me the large fluffy bath sheet I had used before and told me to towel myself off. When I finished, I was to cross the hall and walk into the bedroom from whence we came and sit at the bedside. I noticed that he did not directly cross into the bedroom but hurriedly walked down the hall, presumably to another room. Before I was ready to cross the hall myself, he had returned and pointed the flashlight into the bedroom to assist my walk to the bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, I heard him walk up to me. I felt him reach for my right hand and place it on his own fully hardened cock sticking out straight at me horizontally. It was an unbelievably pleasant re-acquaintance. In my other hand he shoved a tube of something. Apparently it was a tube of lubricant, for he insisted that I squirt dabs of the stuff onto my fingers and spread it out over the whole length of his penis. I was then ordered to spread a towel he had handed me over the bottom fitted sheet of the bed. He told me to climb over the towel on my hands and knees, doggy style. I felt the heave as he climbed on the bed behind me. I dreaded the event that was to take place next, but I believed it to be the ultimate test of my affection for men. I earnestly wanted to pass it. He told me that if I wanted, I could rest my head on a pillow, but the top of my head had to be resting against the brass bars. Instead of greasy fingers invading my butthole, I next felt him spread my ass cheeks with those brusque digits and then the unmistakable feel of his tongue skillfully flicking about that region. Rapturous new pleasures were mine again. I found myself thrusting my hips backward to meet the sweeping licks at such a sensitive spot. I gasped as he prodded his tongue into the bull’s eye, parting the encirclement of my fortunate sphincter. Soon tongue was replaced with coated fingers, and my conditioned posterior greeted the stroking penetration with ease and pleasure. This welcome invasion was short lived. The bed shook and strained as I sensed his adjustment of position behind me. My heart pounded with the return of the sense of fear mixed with excitement. In my newly defined sexuality, I knew this was going to be the moment of truth for me. He sternly but calmly instructed me to reach back with my hands and spread my ass cheeks. He advised me to push my ass muscles as if I was going to fart. I next felt the hot fat head of his man rod press against my quivering butthole. With a few high-pressure thrusts he managed to breach my virgin cavity easily enough. I heard the brass bars rattle as I believe he had leaned over and stretched his muscled arms to grab the bars to steady himself as he entered me. What happened next nearly caused me to regret this whole episode. With a single decisive push accompanied by an animal like grunt, he thrust the whole length and width of his prodigious man meat into my tunnel. Tears streaming down my face, I let out a cry, as I felt as if I had been split open from the inside out. For a minute, there was no motion or sound. My head against the pillow, my impaled ass supported by my knees, the pain began to subside. Slowly he started stroking my stretched orifice and the pain miraculously gave way to a feeling of intense glowing pleasure. If anything, I desired him to increase the pace and depth of his thrusts. Joy of joys, this was the intimacy of intimacies. This was the ultimate in loving bonds between men. I relished his great manly instrument ravishing my lust filled bowels with ever-increasing intensity. That a man should have his erogenous internals stimulated in such a primal manner by another man’s inflamed manhood now seemed the most natural thing in the world to me. After 19 years, it was another revelation to me that the butthole is another intensely pleasurable erogenous zone. By now, his large hands had slid down the brass bars and his sweating manly scented torso was just above me. At times I thought I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. He was panting heavily, obviously engrossed in the intense pleasure he was deriving from my tight ass. Suddenly, his strokes stopped as I felt his hot manmeat expand against the walls of my bowels one last time. Instantly, I sensed his warm wet syrupy discharge spray over my highly sensitized prostate. This excessively sensual moment brought me over the edge and I effusively squirted out my own building load of cum onto the towel beneath me. The intensity of our simultaneous ejaculatory spasms made us both sing out a litany of grunts and moans in an earthy mating song. In this final moment of passion I had made another remarkable self-discovery: in this latest round of initiation, my cock had never been touched before reaching climax. This night had truly been an education in erotic sensibility. He rose out of the bed almost instantly and exited the room with the aid of his flashlight. I lay there for a few minutes contemplating the not unpleasant stretched feeling in my backside. Feeling my master’s cum trickle out of my butt hole on to the towel beneath me was oddly comforting. Remembering that he had allowed me the use of the bathroom, I walked into it not needing the aid of any light. I turned on the light, used the facilities, and remembered to turn off the light before walking back into the bedroom to lie on the bed once more. A few minutes later he stood at the doorway. His flashlight beam was directed at my naked body sprawled out on the bed for a few minutes before he spoke. Eventually he made his last declarations. “These are my final instructions. When you leave here, you will never return to this house. You are to never attempt to find out who I am. In a minute, I will go downstairs to turn on some lights. Roughly five minutes later, you will come downstairs and proceed directly to the room where you undressed. After retrieving your clothes you will exit this house the way you entered it. Make certain that you do not enter any rooms not mentioned in these instructions.” He briefly cleared his throat and in an almost endearing inflection he said, “You proved yourself an excellent and ultimately willing slave, but we will never meet again. Somehow, I believe this night has changed your life forever.” With that, he turned and I heard him descend the stairs, realizing that I would never hear that sexy mellifluous voice again. I honored his final instructions scrupulously. As I walked away from that house of mystery in the chill of the dawn, first light was revealing itself over the horizon. I strolled back to the campus aware that I had been transformed into an aficionado of men and their bodies. Gay pornography became a passion with me. Within days, I discovered that there was a thriving bisexual community in this campus town. It accepted me readily and unconditionally. Girlfriends would arrange clandestine rendezvous. The reward for their efforts would be to act as encouraging voyeurs to the incessant orgiastic couplings of their committed male companions. The males in turn would enjoy the physical encounters between female intimates. At present, I enjoy a full range of gay sexual activity with my lover, sometimes in the presence of good friends. I still sometimes ponder the mystery man who introduced me to the superlative delights of man-to-man sex.