"Master" part 2

[gideon]

Had my life taken a dramatic turn for the better, or was Kim just a cruel, erotic dream from which I would soon wake up? I forced the thought of disappointment from my mind as I gently flicked a long lock of black hair from his beautiful face and was rewarded with a shy smile. Kim was flopped contentedly at my feet and, as I returned his smile, I yearned to gather him up in my arms and bear him off to bed. But caution prevailed over my lustful thoughts.

This was no dream, I knew. Kim was real alright, a living, breathing beauty who had beguiled me from that first moment at the harbour. It was enough for now to have him under my roof, I would not risk panicking him or losing him altogether by being over eager. Instead, I forced myself to feign a cool detachment and summonsed Lee to escort Kim to the guest bedroom. As the gorgeous youth compliantly followed the old retainer out of the room, he turned his head and cast me a wistful glance. I convinced myself it was a look of disappointment.

After he had gone I sat awhile in the darkened lounge, thinking about my beautiful, olive skinned conquest, wondering if his T shirt concealed an upper body just as muscled as his arms and legs. As I pondered on the prospect of an impressive set of ripped abs, I began to imagine him working out in my private gym. As with everything in the house, there was nothing shoddy about my gym. The biggest, most lavish multi-gym that money could buy was reflected in its mirrored walls. There were also racks of weights in gleaming stainless steel, dumbbells, power racks, weight benches, and some expensive cardio equipment. And after a strenuous workout, the gym even had its own shower. Not that I used any of these toys much. I was content to do a little cardio and just enough light exercise to keep my muscles toned. But Kim, I mused, might be encouraged to make full use of it and transform his natural athleticism into something far more awesome.

The thought excited me, causing my breathing to quicken and my dick to throb. I began to imagine his beautiful face set upon an awesomely muscled body. I pictured him displaying his powerful physique for my approval, cockily flexing an arm in my face. I saw myself leaning towards the young powerhouse and worshiping his rippling, bulging bicep, feeling just a little cowed and unnerved by what he had become. And as I daydreamed of this fantasy-Kim, my dick throbbed ever more insistently. I pressed the heel of a hand into my boner, gasping with delight as waves of ecstasy coursed through me.

Spooked by the sudden thought that I might not be alone, I cast a guilty glance towards the open door, half expecting to find old Lee watching me. But the doorway was deserted. Relieved, I rose from the chair to take my raging erection and erotic fantasy to bed. As an unattached gay I was no stranger to pleasuring myself in bed, but I could not recall when I was last so aroused by the prospect. I was totally besotted by the stunning manchild with the lithe, athletic body. I felt privileged to have him under my roof, if not yet in my bed.

Practically running the last few steps to the bedroom, I bolted in and tore off my clothes in a frenzy, scattering them on the floor. Then I leapt onto the bed and began to rub my body excitedly all over the soft fabric of the sheets. A perfect mental image of an awesomely muscled Kim stoked my ardour, and soon I brought myself to an intense climax of sweet sexual fulfilment. My passionate moans might have been overheard by old Lee, or even by the beautiful object of my worship, but at that moment I didn’t care. Elated and satisfied, I imagined myself snuggled into the powerful body of my gorgeous young Titan, curled up contentedly in his protective embrace. Happier than I had felt for years, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, like an embarrassed pubescent kid, I set to work with towels to try and clean the telltale stains from the bed sheets. When I was satisfied that most of the mess had been removed or at least sufficiently reduced, I showered, pulled on some fresh cottons, and went in search of the source of the coffee aroma that was drifting through the house. I wondered if Kim was even out of bed yet, given it had probably been a long time since he had last slept in a clean, comfortable bed. The question was answered before I got as far as the kitchen. As I passed the door of the gym I saw Kim standing inside with his back to me. He was staring at the intimidating array of gleaming equipment and weight racks.

I padded silently in until I stood an inch or two behind him, my eyes appreciatively drinking in his tall, lithe frame and the long locks of glossy black hair that tumbled over the olive skin of his shoulders. I considered reaching out and hugging him to me, but just then he moved away to take a closer look at the weights rack. He peered with curiosity at a pair of gleaming dumbbells before grabbing one in each hand and starting to pump his arms.

“Like what you see?” I asked.

Startled, he dropped the dumbbells with a clatter, turned round and looked at me shamefaced, like a naughty child whose misdemeanour had been discovered. I smiled and threw an encouraging arm around his shoulders, frustrated that his lack of English prevented me from being more reassuring. Then I gently led him back to his bedroom and showed him where to find the clean informal clothing I keep for the use of guests. I mimed for him to shower, get dressed and join me for breakfast.

I was soon to discover that Kim was every bit as intelligent as his bright eyes had suggested. That first morning on my island paradise was like trying to satisfy an inquisitive toddler. He wanted to know the English words for everything. And as I patiently satisfied his demands, he reciprocated in his native Bahasa Indonesia. I indulged him but, like many a British Imperialist before me, I had no real interest in learning the local patois. Kim, on the other hand, was hungry for knowledge and was mopping up English like a sponge. I marvelled at how easily he seemed to assimilate my language and it wasn’t long before he was able to string words into basic sentences.

But by then his demands had sapped my energy and patience. I badly needed a break to recharge my batteries. Kim seemed to recognise my tiredness and motioned me back to the gym.

“Is okay Kim be here, Master?” he asked in his faltering English.

“Yes Kim, it’s okay” I replied encouragingly, “Master is very happy.” The beautiful youth responded with a stunning smile. Then he studied my face and seemed to hesitate before leaning forward to brush my cheek gently with his lips.

“Master is happy and Kim is happy” he grinned. Then he turned his attention to the vast array of gym equipment. Glowing from the kiss, I turned and left the room, knowing that Kim’s grasp of English was not yet good enough for an explanation on the optimum use of weights. I strolled out onto the patio and spotted old Lee down by the jetty, helping his wife into the launch. I knew she would be going to the port, as she often did, to visit a relative. I decided to hitch a lift and kill a few hours at one of the harbour bars.

When we returned in the early evening, I was just a little tipsy and feeling ravenous. As the Lees went off to prepare dinner I went in search of Kim. To my astonishment I found him in the gym. Had he been here all the time I was gone? He was seated on the multi-gym with his bare back towards me, rhythmically pumping the bar. With each stroke the weight stack slid up and down and the muscles on his back and shoulders tensed and flexed. I gasped at the sight, convinced he had made some incredible gains. Suddenly I was aware he had set far too much weight for a novice. I stumbled forward in alarm.

“NO KIM! NO!” I yelled. “Very bad. You’ll hurt yourself.”

At my voice, Kim’s head spun round and he released the bar. The weights sped down the rods with a clunk. He stood up and turned to face me, and as he did so I gasped in amazement. His entire body, shimmering with sweat, was incredibly ripped and vascular. We stood gaping at one another in shocked silence - Kim startled and confused by my unexpected intrusion, me electrified by his awesome appearance.

“Is Master angry with Kim?”

Jolted from my dumb ogling by his words, I walked over and gave him a reassuring hug.

“No Kim. Master is not angry.”

As I clasped him to me, I felt the heat radiating from his pumped body. His sweat soaked into my shirt. And as I held him, my throbbing dick was in danger of betraying my excitement. I backed away and smiled awkwardly. We just didn’t share enough words yet for me to express how I felt about him, nor to explain the dangers of too much weight too soon. Poor kid, his stunning body would be aching all over by morning. With a sigh I pointed Kim to his room.

“Shower. Clothes. Eat” I said, supplementing the words with hand gestures.

He smiled warily, still not fully comprehending my angry outburst, and strolled out of the room. As I watched him go, I slumped onto the edge of the weights bench, my mind in turmoil. Kim was obviously excited by the gym, and seemed recklessly eager to develop his muscles. Then there was the astonishing speed at which he had been learning English – what was I supposed to make of that?

I shook my head in wonder. Kim was a disadvantaged and illiterate youth from an impoverished family background. It seemed that a chance encounter on the harbourside of an obscure little port was destined to dramatically transform his life. Maybe there was a perfectly rational explanation for all of this, but I really didn’t care to hear it. I preferred to nurture the hope that my most erotic fantasy had begun to turn into awesome reality.

(more to follow)

[arpeejay]

As I knew it would be...

EXCELLENT!

Many thanks...

Richard

[2bored]

This is nice. Thanks man.

[silvershadow]

The possabilities of what may be happaning or what may happen are playing out in my mind. As you gave us a little hint in the first part. Yay keep it up. Can not wait for the next installment. Especially when he finds out what master means.

[philat99]

OR, perhaps he's been feigning ignorance! Aha! The plot thickens!!!

[silvershadow]

Originally Posted by philat99

OR, perhaps he's been feigning ignorance! Aha! The plot thickens!!!

That's my prediction as one of the things that could be happening as well ha ha.

[silvershadow]

woops double post my bad.