He is Your Master Now Pt. 14

Ambrose had another, more disturbing thought. "We can't even be sure that our feelings for each other are real. We could be under one of her bewitchment spells."

"No fucking way. I know myself! My feelings are real. If there's any question about that---. Like I said, I've always been this way. And then I knew I was right about us when we had that ballet lesson and the strangest thing happened ---"

"What about that lesson!?" Ambrose shrunk away from the bed, suddenly agitated.

"What's wrong?"

"Tell me about the fucking lesson!"

The nature of what distressed Ambrose dawned on Manuel.

"Miss Amanda," he ventured tentatively, "did you--- see us--- this---. During the ballet lesson, did you see us making love?"

"YES." Ambrose knees weakened so, that he fell onto them and repeated, "I don't know what that means," several times.

Manuel got off the bed and went to him. He put a hand under his chin and hauled him up onto his feet. "I don't care what it means."

When Ambrose calmed down, he looked at Manuel through moist eyes. "I want us to be real. I want us to be real more than anything else. No matter what happens, you have to promise me that this will always be real."

"Of course I promise. It's what I want too." The big man helped him back up onto the bed and held him tight, hoping to smother them both with reassurance.

It didn't quite work. When they sobered up, Ambrose laid out an ugly future for them both.

"You have to know that I'll be compelled to fuck other men even if I don't want to. I'll be their doormat. They'll slap me around and tie me up. She'll make sure I love it and she'll make sure you know all the details and feel helpless because there's nothing you'll be able to do about it. Whatever horrible feelings you have, she'll amplify it."

Ambrose pulled away.

"If you can, you should leave and never come back before she destroys you."

"Miss Amanda, you know I can't do that. I can't leave you in this situation. We can only h---"

"---hope that she changes her mind. That'll never happen."

"We can't know that for sure."

Ambrose sobbed. "The only thing we can do is enjoy what time she'll let us have because our ugly fate will equal whatever happiness we feel.

Ambrose sat up abruptly with a pained, searching expression.

"Is Pippi in on this?"

"No. God no. I mean, I don't think so. If she does know, she hasn't let me know anything about it. She also doesn't know the truth about me."

Ambrose closed his eyes and breathed out. He wanted to believe that Pippi had nothing to do with whatever Cassilda planned for him and Manuel.

They slipped a blanket over themselves and lay entwined in the dark, each lost in thought until they slept.

When morning came, Ambrose looked up and smiled at the big man and quickly detached to take off the remnants of makeup.

"I think we should just continue to be us and see what happens," he talked as he worked. I don't care if Cassilda's planning something ugly. It makes sense to just enjoy each other."

"I do love you, Miss Amanda. I think it was love at first sight and the only spell Cassilda has on me must be that she somehow--- like you said, eased my mind."

"And I love you." As improbable as that seemed to Ambrose, it was not a lie. When Ambrose turned from the vanity, he ran into another one of Manuel's sweet compliments.

"Damn Miss Amanda, you're just as beautiful without any makeup."

He slipped back under the blanket with Manuel and slipped his hand underneath; blindly searching for Manuel's penis.

Once found, he gripped it lightly and teased Manuel. "What's the matter, don't you get morning wood?"

"Well, shit yeah but I'm just--- I don't know. Things are serious."

We need a fresh start and that means a change in the mood." He shook Manuel's cock lightly. "So I hope your seriousness doesn't mean this thing doesn't anymore."

The big man smiled, "I think my mood just might lighten up if you keep that up."

Ambrose removed the sheet off them both and with a newfound sense of entitlement, gripped Manuel's flaccid penis tighter; he felt its pulsing power as it grew.

He had never before felt another man grow from flaccid to hard. It was quite an experience.

"It's like watching one of those Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons being inflated. First, it's a formless blob then you can see a cartoon character take shape," he laughed. He breathed in lustily through his teeth, "Oof! If they had a float of your cock, I'd volunteer to help inflate it."

"Maybe they can lead it behind a float of your fine ass." Manuel's mood brightened.

He flipped Ambrose so that the small man was lying face down on top of him with his now erect penis pointing straight up between Ambrose legs. He grabbed two handfuls of ass and squeezed gently. He went to kiss Ambrose, but Ambrose turned his head.

"Nuh uh. I don't mind sucking your cock and licking your balls but kissing your morning breath mouth is asking too much."

, onto the floor and grabbed his hand.

"First we brush our teeth, then you fuck me in the shower."

"I've never wanted to brush my teeth so badly."

Ambrose had never even showered with a woman. With Manuel it seemed that every new, tiny that took on an oversized sumptuousness.

The big man scrubbed his when the big man held him close and kissed him ardently, he was taken by the feel of their hot, wet, naked bodies pressed together, especially Manuel's slick erect prick which he began to stroke.

He broke away, sank to his knees and slowly licked Manuel's meaty penis; enjoying the rivulets of warm water that ran down Manuel's muscled body and seeped into his mouth. Keenly aware that the water cleared away and carried with it the sweat and grit of yesterday's work and last night's passion, he lost himself in the act of such submission.

When it nearly became too much for Manuel to handle and he feared he might cum too soon, he lifted the smaller man to his feet, spun him around, grabbed a bar of soap and began roving it all over his body. The feel of big strong hands gliding over his recently feminized body immersed Ambrose in a deeper level of sensuality. When the big man softly rubbed his soapy nipples, Ambrose reflexively arched and pressed his lower back harder against Manuel's erection.

Like all men, Ambrose was familiar with the sensation of blood momentarily surging through an erection when pressed it against something hard. It was similar to the rumble of blood one felt in the muscles when having a good stretch in the morning. An electric tingle ran from his nipples down to his own small cock, around his balls, and onward to the sweet spot in his ass when he actually felt the rumbling surge of blood that ran through the Manuel's huge penis.

He could feel his own pre-cum oozing out of him before it washed away with the shower stream, ramping off his delicate, erect penis.

He disengaged from Manuel and faced him with a look of desperate lust. "I need to be fucked right now."

Manuel shut off the shower for the moment and reached beyond the curtain to grab the lube he had placed on the sink. Just as they had the night before, they lubed each other but this time Manuel was more thorough in preparing Ambrose' asshole.

When they were done, Ambrose turned his ass toward Manuel and turned the shower back on.

Manuel had another idea. Ambrose found himself spun around and before he could react, the big man lifted him effortlessly. As he held him aloft with one arm, he moved one of Ambrose legs up around his hips. Ambrose got the message and wrapped both legs around Manuel's torso, allowing Manuel to position his cockhead against Ambrose's anus.

It wasn't easy penetrating the small man and Ambrose grimaced, but it wasn't as hard and painful as the night before. Ambrose took a sharp intake of breath as the head popped in. Manuel then used gravity to lower the feminized man. He did it so slowly that Ambrose luxuriated in the exquisite sensation of feeling his own body weight driving the stiff cock deeper inside himself.

Instead of leaning Ambrose against the shower wall and rocking his hips back and forth, Manuel fucked Ambrose by alternately lifting then easing him down against gravity.

After a minute or so, he and Ambrose had a moment where they stared into each other's eyes and an undefinable message passed between them. Manuel was so taken that he leaned his head to kiss Ambrose, but Ambrose met him too quickly, accidently causing their teeth to accidentally grate together.

Something animalistic snapped in Ambrose. He seized upon the moment and purposely ground his teeth against Manuel's. Being lifted and lowered by such a powerful man together with the grinding of their teeth drove Ambrose to such a deep state of pleasure that for the moment, he became little more than mindless primordial instinct lost in the turmoil of his own carnality.

He clung to Manuel with newly alarming strength and began to furiously pump his own hips in tempo with the big man's efforts. The effort Manuel had to exert to keep going proved too much for him. He finally had to rest the small man against the shower wall or risk losing his hold on his upper body and probably causing Ambrose to hit his head.

Ambrose, small and delicate, growled and bucked wildly. His heightened energy seemed to bleed into Manuel and heightened his own lust. Whatever concerns the big man may have had regarding Ambrose phrenetic thrusting and animalistic growling and teeth gnashing never materialized.

When minutes seemed to pass, Ambrose violently and dug his nails into Manuel's back. Manuel grunted a yelp of surprise. He had experienced lovers raking his back with their nails before, but there was always an element of theatricality to the effort with no serious harm done. This was different. Ambrose was not acting. He was knot of pure impulse. Though it was not agonizing, it was still very painful.

While still leaning Ambrose up against the wall, he quickly stopped grinding his teeth and grabbed the smaller man's arms away from himself. Ambrose was breathing heavily. When Manuel looked down, he saw that Ambrose had ejaculated.

"Oh my god!" breathed Ambrose, "that was fucking great. The teeth thing. I've never done that before. That shit wouldn't even occur to me. My god. That shit didn't just push me over the edge, it threw my over. Did you cum? I'm so dizzy I can't tell."

"Um no," Manuel winced in pain, but Ambrose misunderstood the significance.

Ambrose' penis, and to some degree his body, had always felt too sensitive to continue after ejaculations that were nowhere as strong as what he had just experienced. It was as if some mythical physiological switch that controlled his libido had been moved to the "off" position. It was common among most men.

Now that he came, Ambrose felt no sexual titillation whatsoever but it became very important to Ambrose that he take care of his Big Daddy, because that's what a good bitch does. They take care of their man and keep him happy and satisfied. He was determined to ride out his post-coital discomfort and make sure that he took care of his man.

"Well keep going. I gotta take care of my Big Daddy."

"Are you sure?"

Ambrose looked him in the eye as if he had just been challenged and began bucking his hips.

It didn't take very long for him to achieve another erection.

Having so soon forgotten the pain from Ambrose nails, Manuel noticed. "Damn baby, that was quick." Through his grunting he managed to add, "Shit, I think you might be too much woman for me."

Ambrose kept staring at him in that slutty defiant way he had wanted to see from one of his female partners. He was overcome with crazed lust.

"Bull-fucking-shit. You're a fucking ram and I'm a little bitch sheep. You can handle it. My boipussy belongs to you and I want you to tear it up."

Manuel pumped harder into Ambrose.

Despite the fact, or because of it, that Manuel's thrusting was now very painful, Ambrose' own pleasure was heightened. "That's it, Big Daddy I'm your little sissy and sissies get their boipussies fucked hard. Ram it in there. Fuck me like a dirty bitch. Take your little girl over the edge Big Daddy."

"Shit, I think I'm gonna cum."

Ambrose locked his legs tight around Manuel as the big man's penis began flexing. Unlike the night before, he was now conscious of the feel of another man splattering his paint inside him, white washing his bowels.

Manuel leaned against Ambrose, exhausted from the effort, but Ambrose was not climbing down.

"I heard that when a man cums in another man's ass, they can form a deep bond if he stays inside his lover until he goes limp."

Manuel chuckled. "I don't know where you got that from," he said through heavy breaths, but I'm pretty sure I don't need that to feel a deep bond to you." He kissed Ambrose again and saw that Ambrose was serious. "But that seems like it might be important to you, which means it's important to me. So--- OK.

"But," he grunted, "I gotta sitdown."

With Ambrose still clinging to him, he pulled back the shower curtain and carefully placed one foot out of the tub and then the other.

"You can sit on the toilet bowl."

"No baby, I don't like the implications."

"Wow. You really are like--- super thoughtful."

He sat on the broad tiled edge of the tub instead.

"Some people make it easy to be more thoughtful." He smooched Ambrose on the cheek and rubbed the small man's back as he clung to him while still trying to catch his breath.

Ambrose was aware of what he had become, what he looked like and how mortified he would have been if he saw this same transformation in a friend. He was aware of how violently angry his father would be if he saw him as he was now, and he could hear all the nasty jeers his uncles and cousins would hurl at him. He didn't care. They could live a million years and not experience a tenth of the rapture he had twice experienced with Manuel.

Regardless of what Manuel said, there was always the possibility that his general attraction to sissies was little more than a fetish; being thoughtful and considerate could just be part of the kink. But in spite of the intense pleasure Ambrose felt when Manuel fucked him, that simple peck on the cheek and the simple back rub were by far the biggest signifiers of his true affection, and that made him far more valuable as a person than anyone from his past.

They clung to each other silently until Manuel got too soft and his cum started seeping out of Ambrose' ass around the buried penis.

"I think we should take another quick shower just to finish cleaning up." Ambrose suggested. "You cleaned me, it's only fair that I," he sucked his breath in lustily "clean that fine body of yours."

Ambrose gasped in alarm when he saw Manuel's back.

Manuel turned to him. "What?"

"I scratched you really hard. I think we need to get Governess Bishop to look at that, like, right away."

"Well how bad is it?"

Ambrose turned him and gently touched one of the scratches. The big man winced. "God damn it," he exclaimed in pain.

"Daddy, I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me."

Manuel tried to play it off with a joke, "I got into you baby--- and I got in deep too."

Ambrose blushed but was still concerned. "I need to clean that, I'll be gentle."

"It'll still hurt but if it's as bad as you say, just do it."

Ambrose gently cleaned the scratches, but it was slow going with a lot of pauses. Afterward, he cleaned the remnants of Manuel's semen out of his ass although most of it had oozed out of him and down the drain.

Before Ambrose could get out of the shower, Manuel rushed out, grabbed a big towel, enveloped the smaller man within it and lifted him out. He then fussed over drying Ambrose all over.

Ambrose returned the favor with Manuel stooping when necessary, though he avoided touching the scrapes on his back.

Back in the bedroom, Ambrose put on a robe and offered to make breakfast before calling Governess Bishop. While in the kitchen, he heard a knock on the door. Realizing that he should have been expecting Governess Bishop, he was surprised to find that it was Pippi. She quickly barged in before Ambrose could even think to block her. She was mildly upset.

"Manuel was supposed to be here an hour ago, what the hell happened with you two. I told you to let him down easy."

Ambrose sighed the fake sigh of someone being coy about revealing good news. "You're going to find out anyway so--- he's in the bedroom. We fucked, he spent the night, we fucked again and now I'm making us breakfast."

It was the least probable thing Pippi had been expecting. Surprise was the only thing she could express. "Holy fuck, are you serious?"

Ambrose felt a certain thrill by her reaction. "It was--- beautiful. That's the only way I can put it."

Pippi hugged him. Her happiness for him was genuine.

"Wow. Look at you. All happy and shit. I knew you and him would be good for each other, but I never really thought you'd hook up with him."

"No one has ever treated me so nicely. He called me his queen," he laughed. "He was kind of joking but I guess the gist of it was that--- he respects me. He values me. He's a much better boyfriend that I could ever be. I've never met any man like that."

"He's very--- gallant, is the word. You don't see that a lot these days. He seems sweetly old fashioned."

"And he is."

Just then the bedroom door opened.

"Hey baby, do you think you could put some cheese in my scrambled eggs? Oh shit. I didn't know Pippi was here. Hey Pippi," he said self-consciously. Lacking a robe or any other clothing his size, he at least put on his pants.

"Hey yourself. I heard about your big night," Pippi teased.

He walked over to Ambrose and held him close.

"Miss Amanda is a very special," he rubbed Ambrose's back.

Slightly overcome with emotion Ambrose turned to him and offered his lips. They kissed.

Ambrose rubbed Manuel's belly, "He's really big on kissing."

"Well you two look great together. If I'd have known you had changed your mind, I wouldn't have barged in here. But when Manuel didn't show or call, I thought you hurt his feelings. I told you yesterday that there's an art to discouraging a man that you won't have developed yet and so I assumed you hurt his feelings. I know he wouldn't hurt you, so I wasn't worried about that."

Ambrose came to his senses then. "Can we get Governess Bishop or one of the other governesses to take a look at his back?"

"What's wrong with his back?"

Manuel turned. "My god Ambrose. He really must have rung your bells good."

She touched a tentative hand to an area near a scratch causing Manuel to flinch.

"Those are like, movie scratches, you know? The kind painted by a special make effects guy."

"Yeah, well they're very real so we need to have them looked at."

"Well if you two are planning to hook up again---"

"We are," said Ambrose and Manuel in unison.

"OK. That settles that. If you two are planning to hook up again you should probably trim your nails so this doesn't happen again. You can always apply fake nails when you need to."

Ambrose left Manuel and Pippi to talk in the living room while he cooked breakfast for all three.

Before they started to eat, Pippi turned to Ambrose in all earnestness.

"Ambrose honey---"

"Miss Amanda. In my home, I'm Miss Amanda."

"Amanda honey---"

"You have to say the whole thing," Manuel insisted, "'Miss Amanda.'"

"Ok then. Miss Amanda, honey. I had no idea about Manuel's arrangement with Cassilda and to be honest. I never really know what Cassilda is going to do with someone. I can guess correctly about sixty percent of the time. Sometimes she gives hints and half the time they're bullshit. As far as where this goes, I had an idea of what she was going to do with you but know I'm as much in the dark as you are."