Master and His Pack Mule

Stories of The Slave Center

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Master and His Pack Mule

Part Eight

Master Joe unlocked my wrists from behind my back. “Stay,” he ordered.

Master Matt had a large mat he could lay out on his patio. A gymnastics mat, from his younger days. Anyway, this mat was about 12x12 feet. He used it whenever he wanted to play with his faggot outside, which is where he usually preferred to play during the warms months. With it, this slave could more easily remain on its knees, and Master could also be on it more comfortably. He could ram his cock up his slave ass while on his knees and his slave on all fours, and it was not hard for his slave to clean afterwards.

Master had this mat out on the patio, and he, Master Joe, and Master Kevin all moved to the mat, where they stood side by side, with Master Kevin in the middle. “Come, faggot. We want you now,” Master Matthew called to me.

I, the naked, collared and completely shaved faggot-slave, crawled until I could kneel a couple feet in front of Master Kevin and the men flanking him. I took my slave position, placing my hands at the small of my back, as I was well-trained to do.

Just imagine how I felt, an eager and obedient faggot-slave kneeling in front of 3 beautiful men. Who was the young master in the middle? I could have guessed he was family to Master Matt and Master Joe, as I noticed a family resemblance, but he seemed so young, barely 20. He had no chest hair, and Master Joe had so much. I loved the look of both of them.

I hadn’t seen any Slave Center master pants in years. They looked great on this young master, with his huge package filling the pouch. Yes, I loved the size, but I also loved the hairiness of his crotch, visible right through the sheer fabric.

“Slave, this is my cousin, your Master Kevin. Your Master Joe is his uncle, just as he is mine. And you are our slave.” That was all the introduction I got.

“Masters, yes, Masters. Thank you, Masters!”

Master Joe spoke next, “Master Kevin gets to do a few things for the first time this evening. Here is the first thing he’s never done before.”

I just looked on as Master Kevin reached for his pouch and began to flip it open. “Open your mouth, slave,” he ordered. I found his voice deep, confident and pleasant to hear. I opened my mouth. He pulled his prodigious cock out of the pouch and put it toward my lips. “Come here, faggot. They tell me you’re a good toilet,” he said. I moved closer to him, opened my mouth wide, and took the head of his young manhood into my mouth, closing my lips securely around it. I pulled my eyes away from his amazing furry crotch and drew them up to his face, as I had been trained to do when serving as a master’s urinal. He then gifted me with his godly elixir. I kept my eyes looking up to his as I drank down his piss. When he finished, he put his cock back into his pouch and snapped it closed.

“Master Kevin, thank you, Master Kevin, for using your slave, Master Kevin, Sir.” I bowed my head.

Master Joe spoke up, “How was that, Master Kevin?”

“It was nice. Real nice! Why would I ever want to piss anywhere else! Damn!” Master Kevin answered.

Masters Joe and Matt chuckled and said, “Yeah, you’re learning!”

Master Kevin sure cut a nice figure. I liked looking at him, in his pants with the pouch and no shirt on. Just looking at him made my asshole tingle.

I remained in my kneeling position, hands behind my back, and waited for my next order.

“What else haven’t you tried, Master Kevin?” asked Master Matt.

“Well, most everything, especially if it’s sexual. At my Slave Center workshops we did lots of things, but nothing included sex or using the slave as a urinal,” Master Kevin answered.

“But you’ve had sex before?” Master Joe asked.

“Yeah, with some girlfriends a few times, but I’ve never used a faggot sexually. I’m told a faggot can take my big cock better than most women. I hope so, anyway. The girls who’ve sucked me could barely get the head in their mouths.”

“Cool, well then, let’s get you some more experience!” Master Joe stated.

“I’m ready!” pronounced Master Kevin.

“Good, then why don’t you get that pouch off for good, or take off those pants?”

Master Kevin, with one smooth action, pulled the pouch off his goods and then reached behind himself and pulled it further. The whole thing came off, front and pack, leaving only what looked similar to chaps. His cock and balls flopped heavily and free. He was naked in all the right places now, and what a sight for a slave like me! Such a cock! Lucky me.

“Wow, cool! Those are some pants! And that’s quite a body you’ve got, Master Kevin,” Master Joe observed.

“Yeah, a young god. I’m sure my faggot will worship you!” Master Matt added.

“So, what do you want to try first, Master Kevin?” queried Master Joe.

Perhaps with a little embarrassment in his voice, Master Kevin said, “Well, I’ve heard faggots lick assholes. If so, I want to try that.”

“Why, they sure do, and they love it! Just turn around, bend over a bit, and let the faggot at it! It’ll eat you up good.”

“Should I worry if it’s really clean or not?” Master Kevin questioned.

“No. Why should you?” Master Joe stated.

I could hardly believe my luck! Master Kevin turned, bent over somewhat, and spread his beautiful ass. Then he said, “Okay, faggot. Show me what you do.”

I moved forward enough to put my face right in there, right between his ass cheeks and right at his asshole. I took a big whiff, stuck out my tongue out and went to work. What a glory it was! The musky smell of his young ass. I loved it. And such a hot and delicious asshole I was being privileged to serve. I was in my element. I licked, slurped, kissed and sucked at his hole. From his groans, I could tell Master Kevin was enjoying it too, but his groans were nothing compared to me snorting like a happy pig. Ah! There’s nothing like a man’s asshole.

When Master Joe felt Master Kevin had had enough, he gently grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back till I was lying flat on the mat.

“Now, have a seat!” Master Joe told Master Kevin. Master Kevin stood over my face as I looked up to the tall young man with his muscled ass and big cock hanging out. I felt I was being visited by my god. He began to squat, and I opened my mouth. His ass came down to my face in a kind of slow motion, as it seemed so amazing to me that I’d be so lucky. I took in the view and enjoyed it for all it was worth. When his ass reached my face, my tongue was out and ready to meet his hole. Such faggot glory! My mouth at his asshole. What a connection! Where faggot meets a man.

While Master Kevin’s ass pinned my head to the mat, Master Joe and Master Matt grabbed my wrists and clipped a chain to each. They stood up and backed away, pulling my slave arms out wide and over my head. They must have attached the other ends of the chains to eye bolts Master Matt had strategically placed around the patio structure. They then walked to my ankles, attached chains to my ankle cuffs, and pulled the chains up, lifting my legs up high and almost behind my head. They attached the other ends of the chains to patio roof eye bolts.

Then, I felt Master Matt’s hands on my balls. He pulled them out and placed my wide steel ball stretcher around them to keep them. He addressed Master Kevin, “Grab hold of these and slap then around a bit, then you will see what a faggot really is. But don’t do it too much, or you’ll make it cum, and I don’t want that, yet.

Master Kevin, still sitting firmly on my face, reached out and grabbed my ball stretcher in one hand and began slapping my balls with the other, softly at first, but as he gained confidence, he began to apply real force. “That’s it. The slave can take it. Let him have it,” Master Matt advised.

All I could do was take what Master Kevin was giving me, pinned down under his asshole as I was, with my four limbs bound securely and away from my body. Master Matt was right. I felt my system preparing to shoot my slave cum. I tried to relax and not cum, but it was hard to hold back with this young man sitting on my face and slapping my balls but good.

Master Matt told Master Kevin to start holding back on the ball slapping, as he knew this slave would blow its load soon. When Master Kevin stopped slapping my slave balls, I had been brought to a state of heightened faggot arousal and was left yearning for more.

Master Kevin stood up and towered over me. My other two masters stood at his sides. Master Joe took the cane that hung at his hip and said, “My turn.”

The chains attached at my ankles were pulled tight enough that my ass was raised several inches off the patio mat. Without ceremony and without a word, Master Joe began caning my ass and the backs of my thighs. Quickly, firmly, all over. As his repetitions slowed, the strength of his strikes increased. He was letting this slave have it, and it was my struggle to not scream out.

“That’s it, slave. Just relax and take it as the good faggot you are,” Master Joe said while his strikes continued. “You know it’s good for you.”

“Master, yes, Master.”

Master Matt brought Master Kevin back toward my head. Through my tear-moistened eyes I watched as this huge flaccid cock and big balls hung over my face. Then Master Kevin began to squat. I opened my mouth wide to accept his gift. Master Kevin let his great cock hang in front of me for a while, and then he aimed and pushed it, though barely half hard, right into my mouth.

Master Matt stood nearby, watching. He said, “Serve that cock, my slave. Show your new young master how good you can make a man feel. Show him you’re a good faggot.”

I began to suck in earnest, and Master Kevin immediately began to harden. His cock grew in my mouth. Being inexperienced, Master Kevin started out being gentle with me, so I lifted my chin and raised my head what little I could to guide his monster cock in the right direction and down my throat. It went in fairly easily. I had been well-trained in deep-throating. He moaned and began to pump, gently at first, but soon with more confidence as well as with a masterly self interest.

After a few minutes, he was face fucking me for real, sending his massive cock down my throat to the hilt. I felt his big balls land on my face. I kept my throat open and accepted his gift. He would withdraw his cock till only the tip was in my mouth, and then he would plunge it all the way back in. All the while, Master Joe kept caning my ass and thighs with practiced and considered strikes. Once again, Master Matt had brought me to faggot heaven. His uncle Joe and his cousin Kevin had taken me over, body and soul. All I could do was exist for my masters, and I loved it.

Suddenly, I felt Master Matt fitting a wide metal restraint around my waist. He then attached chains on both sides of it and hooked these chains to more eye bolts. This, I knew, was to keep me from scooching away, whether by my own actions or by the force of the man fucking me. “Oh, that’s good. Secure that slave but good!” said Master Joe. “Looks like he’s got a nice accommodating fuck hole.”

“Three more good hits with my cane, slave,” he then stated. He took a firm stance and let fly with the cane full force. One! Two! Three! The cane cracked across my ass. It hurt and I liked it. But no matter. My ass was theirs, and Master Joe was out to prove it.

Master Kevin took his cock out of my me and immediately squashed his asshole back onto my mouth. He wriggled his ass around some and got comfortable. Master Joe, himself blessed with a good thick 8 inches, was now fully erect. What a beautiful and hairy sight! He knelt down on the patio mat and positioned himself at my asshole. He lubed up his hands and began lubing my slave ass, stretching it this way and that, using both hands. “Ready, faggot?” It wasn’t really a question, and I couldn’t really answer, what with Master Kevin’s asshole on my mouth.

Master Joe positioned his cock and slid it right in, to the hilt, up my ass. How much heaven can a faggot endure? I had a master’s asshole on my face and a master’s cock up my ass. Master Joe began pumping kind of slowly, but he soon began pounding my ass. “Ah, I love fucking a slave. Slaves are more inviting and responsive. This hole keeps telling me it wants more and more. I can feel it.”

He said to his nephew, “Master Kevin, lift your ass off the slave’s mouth for a minute.” Master Kevin followed Master Joe’s direction. Master Joe then asked me, “What do you have to say, faggot? Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Master, thank you, Master, Oh, god, thank you, Masters!”

“That’s right, slave. Your masters are giving you the gift of our mastery. One of us is in your ass and another is going down your mouth.”

I then felt Master Kevin’s cock re-entering my lips, then mouth, then throat, all the way in until I felt his pubes on my face. He pumped steadily, with long strokes in and out. He’d pull it out and then stuff it all the way in and leave it there. I could feel it pulsing, pulsing, pulsing. Then he began slowly pumping again. And on and on. I stayed relaxed and open, loving the look and feel of the young master fucking my face. And Master Joe was doing his thing up my ass. Pumping hard, fast, slow, however he pleased.

I didn’t know what Master Matt was doing. Perhaps he was just watching and enjoying, supervising the action.

Master Joe was fucking my faggot ass with a fury now. I could hear his heavy breathing and get glimpses of his torso dripping with sweat. “Yeah!” He said, “I haven’t fucked a slave in so long! Ah, I love it! I love to fuck when I don’t have to worry if the receiver is enjoying it. I’m just free to fuck. Yeah!” And away he pumped.

Master Kevin discovered he likes having his giant cock buried all the way down my throat. “I know I’m new at this, but I understand the benefit of a faggot now. I’ve never been able to have my cock down a throat like this, and it feels so good! Like, right there!” He pushed a little further. “When I know I’ve got it all the way in and it just can’t go any deeper. I can feel my balls on the slave’s face. God, it makes me feel good. Yeah!”

“It makes the slave feel good, too,” offered Master Matt.

“I’m gonna blast!” shouted out Master Joe through his heavy breathing, and he began shooting his load up my slave ass. I couldn’t really feel it, but I felt honored as Master Joe’s cum shot into my body. And just as Master Joe’s orgasm subsided, Master Kevin began shooting his hot young load in my mouth and down my throat. I sure felt and tasted that! Glorious! I luxuriated in the cum he gave me. Once more, I was in faggot heaven.

Master Joe said, “Good slave. Good slave,” as he stayed pretty much in place near my ass, though he had already pulled his cock out. Master Kevin, after only a short breather, just sat his asshole right back on my mouth and began to relax.

Once Master Joe moved away from my back side, Master Matt stepped up and shoved a hefty plug up my ass. The emptiness my ass felt once Master Joe had his cock out of it was taken care of. “Thank you, Master Matt! Thank you, Sir!” I responded. He really knows how to care for his slave.

Master Kevin sat on my face for some time. And why wouldn’t he? He seemed to like a faggot mouth working overtime at his asshole.

Finally, though, Master Kevin stood up, stretched his legs, took a swig of his beer, and sat back down on a patio chair. And as soon as Master Kevin stood up, Master Matt placed the bit with tongue plate in my mouth, again satisfying any emptiness I may have felt.

My masters sat back on their patio chairs as I lay there bound, gagged and plugged. They were allowing me to remain in my faggot heaven.

After some minutes of quiet, Master Kevin remarked, “That’s some big plug you put up its ass, Master Matt, and you really took care of its mouth. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the life of my faggot,” Master Matt answered.

I lay there, breathing heavily, like some animal in heat, which indeed I was. But my cock had gone totally soft with the insertion of the large plug. I often went soft when plugged in this way. I found it all so calming and peaceful, but also the plug seemed to touch something that reduced the possibility of an erection. Whatever it was, my cock often when totally soft with the insertion of very large butt plug.

The men sat there chatting and having another beer, while I lay bound before them. After some time, like maybe nearly an hour, they asked each other if anyone was going to use the slave again. When the answer came back a no, Master Kevin asked, “Doesn’t the slave get to cum?”

“Uh, usually not. I can’t remember the last time I had my slave shoot. What do I care? It sometimes cums while I’m fucking it, but I rarely attempt to get it off. Why should I? I never do anything with its cock. It is just not something I care about. But we can make it cum tonight, if you want.” Master Matt explained to Master Kevin.

“Yeah, I guess I’d like to see what makes your slave shoot a load.”

“Okay then!” Master Matt stood up and then positioned himself between my legs. He brought the bottom of his boot down on my balls, still wearing the ball stretcher. He applied pressure and said, “Hello, my slave! We’re going to make you cum!” He stepped on my balls harder.

After Master Matt had squashed my balls for a couple minutes, he called for Master Kevin to join him. “Straddle over the slave’s torso, grab the ball stretcher in one hand and then start slapping its ball. And maybe keep your ass raised over its face to give the faggot a view it can appreciate.”

Master Kevin did all these things. He began slapping my slave balls rather gently at first, but Master Matt encouraged him to really hit them.

So, Master Kevin began to strike my balls in earnest, over and over again.

I couldn’t see what was happening down there, but I could see Master Kevin’s round man ass right in front of my face. Such a sight! I admired its beauty and yearned to get my mouth back at it.

Master Matt called out, “Come on, faggot. Show Master Kevin what you are. Show all of us. Cum for us. Show Master Kevin what a faggot you are.”

I remained flaccid, for the most part, as I felt my faggot juices begin to flow. Each strike on my slave balls hurt and felt good at the same time. But in my heart, it just felt good. My faggot orgasm began slowly, but soon I knew I was beyond the point of no return as I panted and my slave cum dribbled out a flaccid cock, somewhat anticlimactically. Did it feel good to me? Did I experience a real orgasm? Not really. I came with little more sensation than a man taking a piss. But did I feel good anyway? Absolutely! I did not have a man orgasm. I had a slave orgasm, an orgasm of the heart. I had done as my master had ordered, and I felt good all over, for my slavery.

Master Kevin, perhaps surprisingly, spoke first, in a tone that bespoke of his understanding, of his warmth, and of his caring. “Good faggot. Good slave. You’re happy in slavery, aren’t you, faggot? It’s what you’re made for!” He looked toward the other two men and stated, “I think I like faggots!”

I heard some talk of Master Kevin perhaps going for a second round and fucking my ass, but that didn’t happen. Instead, Master Joe and Master Kevin mentioned it being time to go home. My three masters walked into the house and left me chained up on the patio. Master Matt came back outside only after his uncle and cousin had left.

He walked out toward me, with my legs up high, my ass splayed and plugged, and my mouth gagged. “Hey, there’s my slave. Did you have fun tonight? I bet you did! Well, they both just went home, but you’re going to be seeing a lot of them in the next couple of weeks.” He got on one knee and pulled the plug from my ass. I took a deep breath as the breadth of it popped out my sphincter. He dropped the plug onto the patio mat.

Then, he moved to my head and took out the bit, but he said, “Shhh…” to order me to stay quiet and not talk.

Then, he undid my chains and made a small hand signal which told me to stand at attention. “Go take a piss in the grass, slave,” Master Matt ordered. I did so and then returned to my standing at-attention position.

“You’ll clean up in the morning, slave. Let’s get ready for bed now,”

I caught a look in his eyes and knew it was now okay for me to speak, so I said, “Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master.”

I still had the steel bondage band around my waist, and somehow I liked it. I had never slept with it on before, though.

I followed Master Matt into the house, with my hands behind me back, as I had been trained to always do. He was still wearing his jeans and boots, as he hadn’t engaged in the patio fun at all. As I walked behind him, I admired his shirtless back, his shoulders, his round man ass. I found my master beautiful. He was so easy to love, worship, serve, obey. A faggot knows when it is with its right owner.

I followed my master to his bedroom and into the master bathroom. I grabbed his electric toothbrush and brushed his teeth, filling his glass of water as needed. Then I brushed my own with my slave toothbrush.

I came out of the bathroom and knew to approach my master to remove his boots, socks, and jeans. He rarely wore underwear. I placed his shoes and dirty garments in their proper places. Master sat down at the edge of his bed, with his legs spread. I knelt before him, loving my view, looked into his eyes to confirm that this is what he wanted, and brought my face to his hairy cock and balls. As usual, I luxuriated in the smell of my master. I rubbed my face against his goods and buried my face in his crotch. He grabbed his flaccid dick and held it up a little, which I knew meant that I was to take the head of his cock into my mouth and drink as he let his piss go. I loved it. Apparently, so did he. I thought of then sucking his cock, but he gave no indication that that is what he wanted, so I sat back on my haunches.

Master Matt seems fond of stocks and pillories, and he has a few located around his house, including his bedroom. He motioned for me to place his slave body in the pillory. “Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master, Sir.”

I placed my neck and wrists where they belong, and he closed the pillory. Of course, all the pillories Master Matt had were designed to keep the slave well bent over, leaving its ass completely out and exposed. Master had placed this pillory in front of the full length mirrors on the sliding doors of his bedroom closet. Thus, I could see my head and hands entrapped in the device, but I could also see my Master reflected for me to admire. Such a sexy man, his prodigious cock hanging heavily. I enjoyed the view as he walked beside and then behind me, where he placed a spreader bar to my ankle restraints. Lucky me. I presumed he was getting ready to fuck his slave ass.

He inspected my backside and thighs, apparently wondering how well they were doing after the evening’s caning. Satisfied, he then went to a large cabinet at one side of his bedroom, like a freestanding wardrobe, where he kept some of his tools of Mastery, and retrieved a wood paddle.

I watched in the mirror as he took his stance, fully naked and at the ready. “You know how I like to fuck and warm, red ass,” He stated, and the paddling began.

He must have applied at least ten firm swats, making my ass burn and quiver. I was not gagged, but I knew to keep quiet.

He set the paddle down at the edge of his bed and retrieved something else from his cabinet of mastery tools. He reached under my torso and applied nipple clamps on my large tits, made so by years of clamping. I didn’t see the clamps he was using, but I sure felt them. They bit in immediately and with great force, such that my tits became the focal point of my body. A chain hung between the clamps.

But then Master Matt once again stood behind me and at the ready with his paddle. I could see him in the mirror as be began to let the paddle fly.

Whack! “One!” He counted aloud.

Whack! “Two! Here’s my gift to you, slave.”

Whack! “Three! You’re not allowed care if it hurts, because it’s all mine.”

Whack! “Four! Ooh, that was good one. Nice and hard!”

Whack! “Five! Let me show how I appreciate a good faggot.”

Whack! “Six! Such a good property!”

Whack! “Seven. You’re all mine, every ounce of you.”

Whack! “Eight! You’re born to obey.”

Whack! “Nine! Born to serve.”

Whack! “Ten! Born to worship men.”

Whack! “Eleven! Born for total slavery.”

Whack! “Twelve! Because I like it that way.”

Whack! “Thirteen! Because it makes me feel good.”

Whack! “Fourteen! Because it makes sense for you.”

Whack! “Fifteen! Because we both need this.”

Whack! “Sixteen! Because it warms my heart.”

Whack! “Seventeen! Because it warms my slave ass.”

Whack! “Eighteen! Because this ass is my property, just like the rest of you!”

Whack! “Nineteen! Because you’re a servant.”

Whack! “Twenty! Because you’re a faggot.”

Whack! “Twenty-one! Because you’re a slave.”

Whack! “Twenty-two! For good measure.”

Whack! “Twenty-three! Because I like it.”

Whack! “Twenty-four! Because it makes this ass red hot and fuckable.”

Whack! “Twenty-five! Say thank you, slave.”

Whack! “I said say thank you, slave.”

“Master, thank you, Master!”

Whack! “Again!”

“Master, thank you, Master!”

Whack! “Every time!”

“Master, thank you, Master!”

Whack!

“Master, thank you, Master!”

Whack!

“Master, thank you, Master!”

Whack!

“Master, thank you, Master!”

He placed the paddle at the edge of his bed. He rubbed a hand across my hot red ass. “Ooh, that’s better. That’s how I like my slave ass, red and warm. Just how a slave ass should be. Yeah, isn’t that better, slave?”

“Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master!” My ass was on fire, radiating heat and my faggot nature.

He moved to stand in front of me, bringing his tremendous cock up to my face. “Make me hard, slave.”

I licked his balls, then cock head, and finally took his cock into my mouth to do my best to make him feel good. He soon became hard. He said, “Good job, slave. Serve my cock!” While I did so, he continued talking, “And good job with Master Kevin tonight, faggot. I was proud of you for taking his giant cock down your throat so easily. Now, you’re gonna take mine!”

He grabbed my head to position it correctly to receive his meat, then he thrust his whole tool into my throat and began to pump. “Yeah, that’s a good pack mule, a good faggot,” he said as he pumped freely into my accepting, and happy, face.

It was such a beautiful sight to see his pubic area repeatedly pounding at me: his full black pubic patch, his thick cock, his glistening sweat. I loved the maleness of my master. He pushed his cock all the way into my throat, grabbed the back of my head and held my face buried into his pubes. I kept sucking, even though he had his cock all the way in and I could hardly do much but cope until he allowed me a breath again. Still, I tried to create a sucking action, and I moved my tongue under his shaft. Finally, he retrieved his cock from my throat, all the way till the tip stood right in front of my lips, touching them lightly. Then, he plunged the whole thing back down my throat. He began to pump again. He was pumping in earnest now. “Good faggot. Good faggot! Yeah!” he said as he enjoyed using his slave. I felt so privileged to have him down my throat and to be seeing his manhood at my face. There’s nowhere else I would’ve rather been.

I began to wonder if my master was about to shoot his load, but he pulled back and walked to my rear end. He picked up his paddle again and gave me four more swats, hard, with meaning. “Good slave. Good slave. I appreciate it. My good faggot!”

He set his paddle back down and I could hear him open a container. He lubed up his hands and began playing with his slave asshole. He used both hands to massage the hole, circling around and around, then entering and spreading it outward. I moaned in ecstasy. After a while, Master said, “I’m coming in faggot!”I knew what that meant, and I relaxed for the inevitable. He slid his right hand up my ass, right past my sphincter. He had his fist in me. “Yeah, you’re my puppet-slave. All mine.”

He pulled his hand all the way out, only to push it all the way back in. He fucked me with his fist. I looked up into the mirror before me. I could see him only partially, but I still appreciated the view, mostly of myself bound in the pillory. It was a sight I liked to see.

He kept pumping his hand into my ass. Not fast, but not slowly, either. Just a nice steady pumping action. “Good faggot. That’s my asshole. I own it. Just like I own what it’s attached to… the whole faggot. I own you from your asshole to your heart, from your mind to your toes. All of you. Every thing you are is mine. I am your registered legal owner. Isn’t that great, slave? Isn’t that a good life for you, faggot?”

“Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master! I love you, Master!” I was nearly crying. “I love you, Master! I live for you, Lord-Master. Thank you, my lord master. Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!”

I felt him pull his fist from my ass, and right away he pushed his cock in to the hilt. “Let me feel it, slave. It’s a slave privilege when your master fucks you. Yeah, you belong to me. This is my ass to paddle and fuck when and how I want!”

He leaned forward and set his torso on my back, letting all of his weight rest on my body. To me, it felt like a hug, especially when he reached his arms around me and let his hands caress my stomach and pubic region, his hands roaming right over the wide steel band he had placed around my waist. But then his hands made their way up to my chest. He squeezed the clamps on my tits to create a real sensation. I sucked in my breath and stayed quiet, like a good slave. He played with my nips in this way for while, now gently pumping the full length of his cock in and out of my ass. Then, he used both hands to grab the chain hanging between the clamps and pulled down. Wow, what an intense sensation. His cock pumped harder up my ass as he pulled firmly on the nipple chain. All I could do was keep breathing and accept what he was giving me. He suddenly released the chain and in one smooth move removed the clamps from my tits. Oh, what intensity that caused, the sudden removal of tit clamps after they had been on for some time. Again, all I could do was keep breathing regularly and accept my owner. He dropped the tit clamps to the floor and then took a nipple in each hand, squeezing them in the opposite orientation from how the clamps had squeezed. Such extreme intensity! Wow, wow, wow, yet somehow I let go and loved it. My master was simply communicating with me, showing me his ownership of me, giving me the gift of his mastery, letting me know he appreciates me and plans to keep on enslaving me, informing me that I am his good faggot, as I took his power through my nipples and up my asshole as he began to pump his cock in earnest again.

He let go of my faggot nipples, rose back to his fully upright position, and fucked me with everything he’s got for quite some time, though I couldn’t say whether it was ten minutes, twenty, thirty or more. I was simply lost in the divinity of having my master fuck me, pounding my ass with his cock. I opened my self up fully and let my lord master in.

Sometimes, I’d look into the mirror and watch him thrusting his cock up my ass. I’d notice the various looks on his face, from power to pleasure, from playfulness to purpose. He was fucking me and I loved it. I squeezed my hole as I could, but mostly I just took what he pushed in. Such a glorious feeling to have your master inside you!

Though my tits now had no clamps on them, they were still on fire, further taking me into my faggot reality, my faggot bliss. He pumped and pumped and, to my surprise, I noticed my own cock get hard, just before Master Matt said, “Yeah, faggot, I’m gonna blow! I’m gonna cum inside my property!” He pumped as deep as he could, though a bit more slowly, and as his orgasm began, so did my own. Unlike being brought to orgasm earlier with Master Kevin slapping my balls, this orgasm was in earnest. With nothing touching my cock or balls at all, I felt a full, joyous, wonderful orgasm as Master Matt pumped his load deep in my ass. Man, was it something, even though I didn’t have much cum to shoot since releasing once earlier in the evening. “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I love my total slavery, Master! Thank you, Master. Please continue with total enslavement, Master,” I exclaimed as the orgasm wound down.

Master Matt let his cock rest in my ass for a few minutes before withdrawing and patting my bottom. “Yeah! That’s my slave! Good job.”

I suddenly felt some amazement at the thought that my master is a straight man and has a girlfriend. I’m sure he loves pussy, the female form, and may even love his new girlfriend, but thank goodness he also loves owning a faggot like me.

He walked back in front of me to present his cock for cleaning. I lunged at it and sucked and licked him as clean as I possibly could. What else could a faggot do?

When he determined himself cleaned up enough, he released me from the pillory and had me kneel in front of him. He grabbed and squeezed both my nipples again. Wow, what a feeling! He held firm for a while, just letting us both feel our connection together. “Good slave! Good slave!”

His cock was still right in front of my face, and I couldn’t help myself. I caressed the side of my face against his great package. I rubbed his great cock against my cheek. “Good faggot,” he said. I took this statement as a sign that he was ready to accept my affections. So, my arms came from behind my back and wrapped around Master Matt, about waist high. I further pushed my cheek into his man goods. I felt a sense of love and gratefulness for my master as well as a pride in what I am: his faggot, his slave, his property, his servant.

As the moment ended he told me to get a drink of water from my bowl on the bathroom floor before getting into to my slave bed against the wall of his room, just a small mattress on the floor. I still had that steel waist band on, and to this he attached a chain that hung from an eye hook in the ceiling. “Good night, my slave,” he said as he flipped off the bedroom light and went to bed. “Such a good slave,” were his final words of the day, as he got under his covers. I went to sleep with a warm heart, as well as a very warm ass. I am such a lucky faggot.