Master John’s Tales (sub #2: Chapter 1)

I'm 6'4" (1.94m) and 220lbs (100kg). All muscle. I'm also hung. It's 9" and thick. I'm a 35-year-old white guy from New York, living in my own one bedroom apartment in Chelsea and faggots are begging to serve me! I've always had an A-type personality, but growing bigger has definitely led me to develop my Dominant traits further. I was already looking down at everyone when I was in college. Physically, that is, because everyone is shorter! I'm not a condescending prick. But when I moved to New York at 25, came out, and started going to the gym more seriously, that's when I also gained serious muscle mass—and became irresistible.

With great power comes great responsibility. Soon I realized that the fags could not help themselves around me, so they’d do anything to please me. I'm the one who decides the level of submission I require of them. Sometimes it can take time, but I'm patient and I enjoy training them to become what I want them to be. You'll see. I'll tell you all about it. Some of them even started out as Doms, or didn't know that they were really subs inside, even slaves. So as much as this is my story, these are their stories too. The tales of how I helped so many subs discover themselves.

Let's begin.

Paulo was a handsome guy with an average build, age 36, so just one year older than me. He was a junior manager in a medium-sized company. A decent middle-class guy wearing polo shirts, who considers himself to be doing alright, though he wished he were more successful.

When we first talked on Grindr, it was obvious that he was impressed by me and envious of my success, though he didn't beg to be at my feet. He merely asked respectfully to meet for a hookup. In my opinion, he had too much self-respect, considering he had little to offer me. That had to change.

"Why should I meet you?" I texted.

"What do you mean? We could have fun, no?" he asked.

"First of all, if you're going to pose questions to me, do it more respectfully. Call me Sir," I said.

"Oh, uhh, sorry Sir. I'm, uhh, not used to that."

"That's better. And you'll get used to it," I said. With all that stutter, he seemed quick to accept self-doubt and submission. "Now, what have you got to offer?" I asked.

"Uhh, I suck cock good enough, if that's what you mean, Sir," he replied.

"I don't think I want your mouth on my dick," I said.

"Oh," he texted. A few seconds later he added, "I could bottom for you. I have a tight hole, Sir," he said.

"I'm not really into you, sub," I determined.

"Oh. So I don't know what I can do for you, Sir. I thought you were looking for sex," he asked.

"Not necessarily," I replied. "I'm not looking for sex with you. So what else can you do for me?"

"I don't know, Sir. Do you mean, like, work for you?"

"Bingo," I replied.