Becoming my boyfriends sub

“Go upstairs. Prepare yourself. Someone’s coming over to double fuck you,” he told me, as we entered our house after a chill diner party at friends. I was shocked by the calmness with which he said it.

He had never talked about inviting others to our sex. We had a closed relationship until then. I had known for some years he likes an audience. Occasionally he would fuck me outdoors, in a hallway or a car park. He fucked me in a sex club once or twice a year. But he only let guys watch us. He never allowed them to touch us or participate at any time.

I almost missed a step rushing up the stairs. In the bathroom, I took off my shirt and chino pants, stripped down my jockstrap and jumped in the shower so quickly, the water was still cold. My cock was pumping by the idea of 2 guys handling me and it tried to grow inside the holy trainer, Kyle had me wearing that night. I rinsed my ass with speed and skill. Shortly after, I was done, he joined me upstairs. He looked even hotter than at dinner. Nice shirt, sexy pants. Now he had a plan. His look and grin gave that away.

“Put on your cuffs. You’ll be locked till he gets here.”

Again, he sounded dangerously sexy. There was not one second of hesitation, as I grabbed into the drawer and took the rubber cuffs. Minutes later I was bare naked on our bed. My ankles firmly cuffed together. My wrists and neck chained to a spreader bar. Then he blocked my senses. He took his earplugs and meticulously put them in my ears. He put me a first rubber blind fold on and I felt Him putting a second one on top. He clearly wanted to make sure I could not see. I was his sub now. Ready for whatever He had planned. He unlocked the cock cage carefully. Within a few seconds my cock was hard and enjoyed its freedom. It had been locked since early morning, as I had to wear it to work and in public. He started stroking my cock. I felt my body screaming for more. He knows I love this. Being his.

If only people would know. Kyle and I have been together for almost 5 years now. I first met him years ago. A somewhat shy guy, but I noticed him immediately. Blond hair, 5 feet 10, cute face, nice body. 30 years old back then, only 3 years younger than I am, but I classified him ‘a Twink’. I’m 6 feet 2. I’ve been an athlete all my life, and socially at ease. You’d label me ‘Jock’. When you’d see us walking by, you would assume I’d be fucking his brains out all the time.

After forcing me some poppers, he disappeared on me. A first chemical rush took my horniness to the next level. My body was heating up. My wrists felt safe in those rubber cuffs as I tried to move my body slightly on the bed. Normally the spreader bars shackles make quite some clatter but I couldn’t hear them now. Shortly after, the poppers faded and I could smelt the rubber again. I’m tense.

Who would it be? I didn’t notice Him texting during the diner party. Why now? What had He planned?

There was no point in worrying. He ‘d never do me harm. Any fantasy of his, I would certainly enjoy. I had decided I was his for the long run in life way back. I hoped he would always find his kicks with me and keep me.

No idea how long I had been laying there, when a strong hand out of nowhere pinched my nipple. It was a firm pinch to start with. Way stronger than his way of doing it. I felt someone sliding next to me on the edge of the bed. This guy was wearing rubber. I could smell it and felt it touching my chest. A nipple clamped caught my left nipple.

“Aauw”

He slapped my face. I had to shut up. “If you want to get used, better be a good slave,” I reminded myself. And while I was still registering the pain, the clamp got squeezed and twisted. Then in exactly the same way my right nipple got clamped and twisted. He increased the strength and manipulated both nipples clamps at once. He clearly enjoyed my small pains.

Who was this guy? How did he end up in our bedroom? 

After a while his hands let go and my head was pulled upwards. The smell of poppers entered my nose. I tried to get as much in as possible. And while the poppers rushed to my head, his hands moved to my cock. I was hard and upright by the stirring of my nipples. Did those hurt by then. He pushed my cock close to pumping out my sperm but stopped just in time, blocked me from coming, only to start over again. I knew these strokes, that firm grip, the way he handled my cock and controlled my orgasm. Did they switch or had it been Kyle all the time?

“Hello Master,” I whispered "Thank you".

He got up, forced my face to turn right and pushed his cock in my mouth and silenced me. All the way in. I gagged but He did not pull back. He forced me to take more in. I tried to relax. Be a good slut. Take it all in. I shouldn’t resist and should please my master.

He pulled out and kissed me full on my mouth, shoved the bottle of poppers under my nose and pushed his hard cock back in. His two hands forced my face in his crotch. His rubber shirt smelt divine but blocked the little air I was getting. “Take more,” I imagined he would be saying right then.

I felt his cock head pass something in my throat. Wow. That felt weird. Next level deepthroating. He got as excited, pulled out and forced his way back down. Quicker that time. Good slut. I felt loved, dominated and willing to please my Master.

He kept fucking my face and I used the little freedom I had to add to his movement by pushing my face into his crotch. Just when I expected him to shoot his load in the back of throat, he decided otherwise and stopped.

If only I could beat off. The pressure of the clamps was becoming hard to bear. They had taken all they could take. He must have noticed and removed the nipple clams by pulling the chain.

He started to edge me some more and twisted the chain around my balls and caught some of shaved balls skin with both clams.

I kept wondering, was he alone? Did the other guy show up? Was he only allowed to watch? That made sense.

His first finger started to push my ass. I pulled my feet closer to open my legs a bit. I was so horny, he didn’t have to use lube, some of his sexy spit was all he needed to get easy access to my bottom hole. A second one joined immediately.

“Thank you, Master” I managed to get out in between my moaning.

He stopped, gave me some poppers, but kept the bottle longer this time, as if he warned me to get ready to take more. I felt lube dripping on my cock and ass. He unlocked the ankle cuffs and pushed my legs apart. 3 fingers went in. His other hand pumped my dick. OMG, he was planning to fist me. 4 fingers went in easily, the slut I am. Number 5 too, pushing in and out. I was in heaven.

I felt him trying to push deeper and I pushed my ass invitingly against his fist. But then he stopped. I lifted my ass and spread my legs as far as I could, showing I would try harder to let him in. “Please don’t stop,” I screamed in my submissive body language.

He moved over and slapped my left cheek. My head turned right as a reaction to the firm impact. And he used that to push my face down to the right side and probed his dick in my mouth once more. He tested the depth I was taking in and decided it wasn’t deep enough. He pulled my head in with his two hands and fucked my face some more. He shot his load all over my face and made me lick his cock clean.

He unlocked one of the wrist cuffs and pulled out one earplug.
“It is time to sleep, slut” he said, “you ‘re not allowed to cum. Not today.”

“Who was supposed to join, Master?”
“None of your business, slut. Next time.”