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A crowded stage, naked boys are roaming about this small space while the audience watches them in their black suits. All of them boys are stiff, all of them wear a mask each, covering their face from forehead to nostrils with their mouths shown. The music plays, a loud march band music or a grand opening of the most gracious symphony to be ever composed, perhaps it was Beethoven, but I thought it was Wagner when I saw the looks on the faces of the boys. The Master enters the stage in his velvet purple cloak. He's wearing a black mask, covering his face from his forehead to the nostrils, with his grinning mouth shown to the audience. The boys stand up straight and salute the Master. They look proud, and their dicks look proud, but they all look weary, they all look restless and they all look lonely too. The music stops now and the stage goes dark, a youngish naked girl appears on the stage under the spotlight. She's covering her breasts with her arms, her legs closing together tightly. Two naked boys with masks, with their hard hard-ons appear from the darkness and grab her by her each arms. She doesn’t resist, she doesn't struggle, but she still doesn't smile - we can now see her breasts, and they are quite beautiful. Now we hear the master's voice thundering in our ears (yes, we are the audience watching this theatrical masterpiece) from the darkness, "Let the show begin". The stage lights up brightly, perhaps a bit too bright for my weak eyes, but everything looks oh so clear, perhaps a bit too clear for my weak eyes. The boys, all of them with their solid manhood held in their right or left hand, begin to sing together as one massive choir as they begin to stroke. The Master throws off his cloak, and the audience (we) roar and cheer and clap our hands. The Master waves to us and he's off to the girl in grandiose steps. We all know what this is coming to. With his huge cock (and the Master's one is the biggest of them all) he begins to thrust in. The girl cries out pain and tells him to stop, but we sit here in our seats and support our master with our unified clapping. We hear and see her cherry pop, and the Virgin's now no longer a Virgin, but just another girl we've all seen before, but this is our master in action and we don't want to miss it. The Master fucks this girl. The Master fucks this girl so hard that the stage is shaking and her scream drowns the voices in our heads. The sound of our clapping gets louder and faster as the Master speeds up his pounding, and at the height of our excitement, at this glorious moment of our perfection, the Master has came. But something has gone wrong. Total silence fills this theatre. We don't believe our eyes, but we can all see that something has gone wrong. The Master's cum is dripping out of the girl's pussy, but she's just began to laugh. With her eyes gazing at the high ceiling she screams out with growling sound. "You couldn't make me cum you son of a bitch! Is that all you've got to give?" We are all in awe. The Master's face turns red, we can see it from the part of his face that his mask doesn't cover. He backs off and stares at the girls' pussy. He knows he's done everything right, but the girl still didn't cum while he did. The girl screams out again, "Well, if the Master can't do it, then somebody else make me cum instead!". One brave boy eagerly jumps forward from his line-up and dives at the girl and begins to pound away. Before long he came with the greater sound than the girl's moaning, but the girl still hasn't come and she's asking for more. The next boy runs to her and fuck her as hard as he can ever do, but the girl still doesn't cum. One by one, all the naked boys in their masks come forward to fuck this girl, but no matter how hard she's fucked, she's not cumming. All the while a sound of mumbling begins to grow among us, the audience. And the less boys left there are on the stage who haven't fucked her yet, the louder our mumbling of disbelief grows. A woman among us stands up and screams 'stop the madness' and she's weeping in insane agony. A girl among us begins to go into silent sobs. Some of the guys among us are yet too shy to cry, so we just see the whole image become slowly blur as our eyes gets watery. And when the last boy has shot his load inside her and she still hasn't come, the Master falls on his knees and hangs his head down with his both palms pressing against the stage floor. The girl begins to giggle and her giggling gets louder and louder. I, dressed up in my nicest suit and silkiest tie, can't watch it anymore. I stand up from my seat, leaving the deafening laughter of the girl behind, and leaving all of us who's watched this scene together behind, I head towards the light at the end of the hall. I walk out of the theatre.

Out on the street, it's either raining or it just looks bloody gloomy with greyness of our sky. I light a fag and inhale the smoke deep. Then I let it out. I've got some Wagner playing in my head now, going through its ups and downs with the most dramatic tune of them all, kind of a tune that we'd hear our Master hum in his leisure time while reading wrinkly newspapers in his throne. I speed up my walking pace, and I'm already past a filthy beggar begging for some change, and one rain drop gets into my eye, then another, and then another - but I'm sure it wasn't raining. It must be this bloody gloomy weather getting at me at last. I now found a luxuriously decorated café with golden window frames, and throw these windows I can see people sitting down munching away at their muffins and having a jolly good time. This is the place to be, I wearily push the door open and walks inside. A shiny bald headed muscular man in tuxedo greets me with a smile, and he's calling me Sir all the time and I feel reassured that I've come to find my peace at last. I choose the table at the corner and sit alone, order a cup of coffee and light another fag. My golden watch begs me to feed it up before it finally dies off and stops, so that I do. A gorgeous looking fair lady in tight black dress with her shoulders covered and her collar bones exposed spots me as she walks into the café. She smiles, walks towards me and asks me if I am expecting some company. I nod my head and tell her that I've been expecting her. She grins and sits down facing me - stealing the fag in my hand to smoke it herself. We have a nice dinner and nice conversation with Mozart playing on the background easing us up with some help of rich red wine. I look at her through my wine glass and I can't see her face. She lifts up her wine glass to look at me through it and from her smile I can see that she sees my face. She's been reassured, but she hasn't been expecting anything else anyway.

The lady and I checked into a near by hotel with walnut desk and antic pollster sofas in its reception, and yes, the ceiling was high enough. It's approaching midnight and the day's not yet over - at least that's why we came here to end our day. In our room we order champagne using the room service. The bottle comes in ice filled bucket and I pick it up to check what year it was made, just to make sure that they've brought the one made in her birth year - I nod in satisfaction now for it was the correct one. After the bottle's emptied we are cuddling on our bed. She takes my clothes off and gives me a head, as good as any I've ever got today. I cum with delight and I feel somewhat relieved, but not completely. I take off her cloth now and we're down to our love making. Our naked flesh brushing and pressing here and there against each other, she smiles delightedly as I lowers myself now to enter her. I'm in now and I'm pounding her gently, then roughly, then gently, and then madly. I've came now as she screams out in joy - but I know she didn't cum and that makes me feel suddenly just a bit too tired. I stood up and walked into the bathroom as she's still tossing her head from side to side, huskily laughing with her eyes closed with a moaning every now and then. I turn on the water tap and pour myself a glass of water. I feel somewhat relieved now, but not completely, and I've just made a mistake of looking into the mirror hanging above the washbasin. I look at my face and I look proud, restless and lonely. At the corner of the mirror I can see the bed that I've just been fucking this girl on through the wide open bathroom door. She's fingering herself while sucking her fingers and she's doing it in a frantic speed. Not after long she lets out a scream of a beast and bursts into laughter that we are all too familiar with by now.

She's cumming.