My life in submission to an Asian man

Normal disclaimers: This story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If it is illegal for you to read it, don’t. Thanks! Less normal disclaimer: This scene has some whipping in it and some other pain play that may be a turn off to some readers. Feel free to skip over it, it’s not terribly important to the story.

Please let me know in the comments or in an email if you have any recommendations (especially for the Asianwashing), anything you’d like to see or any feedback!

This one goes a little bit off the rails. I guess I was just extra horny writing this part of the fantasy because I decided to put on a chastity cage for a week and then write with my cock locked up. I’m dying to take it off (and my partner, a bottom, isn’t thrilled about it) but there’s also something euphoric in writing about Jackson’s life as a slave in chastity while experiencing at least a part of it.

I’m beginning to realize that extensive delays are going to be a part of my journey in sharing this fantasy, so I’ll just go ahead and apologize all at once for this long period without any updates and any that come in the future lol

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From Chapter 13

“You can do it, you little whitey faggot,” I heard Alex yell at me, his combination of degradation and encouragement. “You’re either gonna swallow that slave’s whole dick or you’re gonna pass out trying.”

That pushed me just enough and I started swallowing hard and fast, encouraging the slave’s dick to slide down my overstretched throat. I gained a centimeter, then another, then another. Finally, I ran out of dick to swallow. My nose wasn’t touching his pelvis because of the angle, but I felt a surge of pride overtake me. I held it there even though I knew I couldn’t go much longer without a breath because I wanted to make sure Alex saw and was proud of me, too. I heard footsteps coming up from behind me, two sets. I opened my eyes to look up the body of the slave, seeing his pecs and abs and his sexy face looking down at me with an amazed look in his light brown eyes, and I felt my pride swell even more. I looked as far to my left as I could without moving my head and saw the slut my Master was throatfucking kneel down and start bathing Alex’s balls again.

“That’s it slut,” Alex said. He put his hand on my head. “You boutta pass out? Maybe I wanna see that.”

I tried to grunt or moan in protest as his hand held my head in place so the slave’s cock was lodged, still flaccid but twitching I now realized, in my throat.

Alex held me there for only another half second that felt — because of the panic setting in alongside my pride — like an eternity, then yanked the Asian slave off his balls by the hair, told him to “get away you stupid faggot” and slowly pulled me back off the black slave’s dick by my hair.

As the dickhead was sliding out of my mouth, I noticed it was leaving a trail of light tasting, super watery cum behind on my tongue. Even as I collapsed to the floor gasping for air, I knew I’d made the slave cum. His master spent two days milking him to drain away any hope of an orgasm or even an erection during the show and yet my throat made his body find the ability to make him shoot a load of cum that was supposed to be non-existent. Looking up at Alex and seeing his proud smile through my bleary eyes, I knew that was a real accomplishment.

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Chapter 14

There’s no rest for an inferior white slave like me who serves an Asian superior. My mater, my God, Alex pulled me up to my feet by my hair, ignoring my yelp of pain. He slapped the black slave’s balls and reattached the leash to my collar before walking off toward a room we hadn’t explored yet, standing proud as people applauded me. No, I realized. Not me. They were applauding Alex for having such a submissive and talented slave. The thought that they were applauding me made me embarrassed, but the realization that the appreciation they were showing was all for my God I suddenly felt proud. My obedience, submission and the way I used all the training Alex had given me had just earned him recognition among all the other masters. 

I was still catching my breath and my knees were a little shaky, but when I started to fall behind Alex yanked on the leash without even paying me a glance. His walk, always confident, was somehow more proud now. Gorgeous beyond description, he strode in his expensive suit ahead of me, keeping me, naked and exposed and humiliated and trapped in chastity, close behind on a tight leash. Jesus fucking christ (lowercased because I was becoming more aware every day that the only God in my universe was Alex), nobody in the history of humanity had ever been as undeservingly lucky as me. The reverence I felt for Alex swelled in me. I was so lucky to have the chance to breathe the same air as him. 

How in the hell did I end up the most blessed bitch in the world? No, the most blessed person in all history, bitch or otherwise, getting to worship him daily both in my heart and with my body? 

As he yanked at the chain again, I was too high on a combination of my love for him and whatever chemicals or hormones my brain was bathing in after nearly passing out, suffocating on another slave’s cock to even care about the light whiplash. Don’t get me wrong, it spurred me to pick up the pace. That second yank offered a sharp realization that if I lagged behind it might reflect poorly on Alex in the eyes of the other masters. I needed to be on my best behavior for him, not only because he was deserving of my unwavering submission but also because I needed to do what little I could to show everyone there that I served the best master. That service, submission and worship of Alex was my one true religion, and I was a good and faithful subject.

When we entered the second room there was an admittedly cute, slim white slave with an inverted penis cage standing there, wearing a black bowtie, dress shoes and a collar with a dog tag on it and nothing else. He bowed deeply to Alex as he stepped into the room. The lighting was dimmer than the rest of the place, but only so much as to create an ambiance of calm. Behind the wall that blocked the view of the rest of the room from this slave receptionist, I could hear the increasingly familiar symphony of an orgy. 

They were sounds I’d been hearing off and on all night, to varying levels of volume. But the volume and frequency of moans, slapping, grunting, profanity, “take it bitch,” “I think this faggot fell in love with my cock” and occasional cries of pain or discomfort told me that what I was about to witness would be different than anything I’d seen yet.

“Welcome, Master,” the inverted caged slave said, still bowing a long two seconds after first speaking before standing up. He kept his eyes cast down at Alex’s feet. “I am asked by my master to inform you that in the following room, there is no use of non-exhibit slaves and they cannot participate. The exhibit slaves are yours to use as you please, with the exception of piss play. There is one area marked for that to the right, at the back of the room. Masters are not permitted to permanently damage any slave in the exhibit, with the exception of the whipping slave which Masters are allowed to leave with scars. There are no safe words, every slave here has consented to whatever happens tonight within those limits. You can also check your own slave here, if you would like. It will be restrained to a Saint Peter cross in the room and can be retrieved with a ticket.”

Alex chuckled at the slave, messed its hair and then shoved on the top of its head to get it out of the way before yanking at my leash and pulling me into the room. I almost froze when I saw it. The room, though clean and sophisticated unlike its inspiration, was obviously modeled after a porn series: Czech Gay Fantasy. That must have been the club president’s favorite porn series mentioned in the letter we’d received the day before. None of the slaves whose dicks were visible were in chastity, but most of them were soft.

Spread all along the walls of the room, slaves were chained up with their lower bodies sticking out of the walls and their upper bodies hidden behind holes. They were in all different positions. Some had their legs chained up above the small opening, others were bent over with their ankles cuffed and attached the floors. Some were at about an average dick height, others at face height. There was a slave bound standing in a specially built box that kept his head and anything below his upper thighs out of view where masters could whip it. Along the left wall was a series of Saint Peter crosses where slaves left at the slave check were bound, left to watch their masters have fun from afar. 

I felt giddy as I watched what unfolded as we walked in. There must have been 15 slaves for fucking. There were six holes for blowjobs. Four slaves were in position to be have their asses played with. I almost bumped into Alex when he stopped in front of me in the middle of the room.

“Jesus, what to do first?” Alex said in mock exasperation, mainly to himself. He surveyed the room. Above each hole was an image of the slave being used in the “exhibit.” As I looked around the room, I found myself questioning just where all these slaves came from. There was no way there were that many in this area, was there? I’d have to ask Alex about it when we left.

Without a word, Alex gave a gentle tug to the leash and we walked toward the blowjob section. The picture of the oral slave he picked showed a cute latino. But what was even more impressive was when Alex did something the porn series didn’t have an option for: he grabbed a handle next to the photograph and pulled, opening a small door with a one-way window. He could see the slave inside, kneeling on the floor and huffing poppers and riding a dildo, but the slave couldn’t see him. 

The latino slave’s face had some drying cum mixing with a little bit of sweat from his exertions on the dildo, and his hair, was a slightly unkempt with some traces of cum there, too. But he didn’t look filthy or unsatisfying. Somehow, the evidence that he’d been sucking cock, taking facials and riding a dildo all night made him even more attractive. Looking at him, that dull pain in my caged dick showed up again. I looked down to see my cock straining against the cage, pushing it out away from my body a couple centimeters in an attempt to grow fully erect. That dull pain and the visual of my balls pushed out a little by the ring as my stupid white dick tried hopelessly to shed its confines in the cage made me even more excited. 

I hadn’t completely shaken the embarrassment and unease of being naked and humiliated and exposed as the submissive, Asian-worshiping slave I was, but I was getting more and more comfortable in my circumstances with each passing minute. This only served to expedite that journey into acceptance. It really came down to this: every slave here knew they were being eyed and judged and that their existence as subservient inferiors worshiping superior Asian men (and in some cases Latino men), and they were OK with it. They accepted that. And, I was starting to realize, they were immeasurably aroused by that truth. And in that way, I was no different. Even as the words “what the hell are you doing, Jackson?” echoed over and over in my head, I knew the humiliation and the fear that I felt here, that I felt when I thought about living my entire life in submission to Alex just like this, only served to fuel the excitement I got from it. It fed that love and reverence I had for Alex, as a man who was so confident and authoritative and deserving of his role as a worshiped master. 

Watching Alex whip out his cock and feeling my mouth start to water, I knew all of this was a mind-fuck. From the cock cage to the near-constant nakedness to the abandonment of all my belongings to the humiliation to the Asianwashing to the degradation to the use to the very act of making me rely on Alex for not only sexual gratification but providing for all my needs, this was all a tactical emotional and mental manipulation to make me willing, even eager, to submit and serve without question. I was in a relationship that any counselor or psychologist would probably call extremely problematic. 

But I didn’t give a fuck. Alex had such total control over me, but he still treated me with kindness and tenderness and genuine, if unique, love. Sure, he had a sadistic streak and I knew he could mete out pain when he felt that would be satisfying to him, but he’d said and demonstrated that he wanted me to receive satisfaction from everything he used me for, too. He was right, I thought, watching mesmerized as the slave in the little cubicle saw Alex’s glorious cock coming forward through the hole. The latino slut popped up off its dildo and dropped to its knees so fast I knew it had to hurt. But it showed no reaction to that. Instead, it opened its mouth and eagerly took my God’s cock in. Alex moaned softly as the slave worked hard to suck the cum out of him.

I felt weak in the knees watching. It was glorious, seeing my Master use another man so casually. I’d always naturally had a more submissive view of myself. When I fantasized about relationships I would have with men, I always saw myself as both the sexually submissive (maybe vers) bottom and the more submissive one in the non-sexual aspects of the relationship. I always fantasized about the guy I was dating being the one to make all the first moves, from holding my hand to kissing me to initiating sex and fucking me. 

All Alex was doing with the cage and the training and the rules and the little bit of Asianwashing and, if we are completely honest here, brain reprogramming, was accessing and feeding that part of me and, contradictory, making that part of myself all the more hungry for domination. I knew it was manipulation. I knew most experts would probably call it an unhealthy, even abusive relationship. But I loved it. I grinned watching the slave through the one-way window have trouble taking all of Alex’s cock down his throat. I could do that fairly easily now, thanks to all the training my Master gave me. 

Precum was leaking out of my cage and Alex took note.

“Catch that and eat it before it falls,” he ordered, his eyes half lidded from the pleasure the oral slave was giving. “Don’t need inferior whitey faggot precum getting on the floor. Only your superiors are allowed to do that.”

I smiled sheepishly at him as I scooped the precum off the tip of the cage, and when he smirked back I knew everything he was saying was somehow serious and yet still in good fun. I was expected to obey without question or potentially face punishment, and I would obey even if disobedience didn’t have any consequences, but he was not doing this simply to be controlling or cruel. He was doing it because it was fun for him, and because he seemed to know me better than myself, Alex was fully aware I would enjoy obedience just as much he enjoyed domination. Never in my life had I felt such bliss as when giving up all control of my body, my mind and my actions to him.

Eventually Alex got tired of the oral slave and withdrew his dick. I swear the slave behind the one-way window almost shed a tear unrelated to the brutalization of his throat. He was as sad to see Alex’s cock leave him as I was when it left me. But Alex didn’t waste time looking at the latino slave. He closed the window and pulled me along as we went to the bottoms. Alex walked right up to one that we bent forward 90 degrees at the waist and examined the photo. It was a white man, maybe in its early 40s. It took good care of itself, if the photo was to be believed. And its taut, muscled ass seemed to corroborate that assumption. Its slave dick was rock hard in anticipation of a good fuck. I saw Alex’s cock bounce as he looked at its photo.

“It’s always fun as an Asian man to use and abuse a whitey that’s older than me,” Alex said, looking at me but addressing both me and the bent over slave, with a sadistic grin. “Just the knowledge that so many whiteys have deceived themselves into thinking they’re equal or even superior to Asian men, especially when that whitey is dealing with a younger Asian, and then shoving my cock unrestricted into the older whitey’s ass and using it however I want. It’s so satisfying. It’s more about embracing my power and superiority than actually finding the whitey bitch attractive.”

The look in his eyes told me I wasn’t expected to reply. In one swift motion, Alex drove his now-dry cock into the white ass. The man cried out in pain and Alex’s malicious grin grew wider. 

“Yeah, take it you fucking whitey bitch faggot,” Alex yelled so the man could hear him through the small opening and over the cacophony of other fuck sounds. “That’s the power of a real man’s cock. An Asian man’s cock.”

Alex wasted no time before he started pounding mercilessly into the hole. The man whimpered and cried and begged for a break but Alex ignored him. After all, every slave offered up for use in that room consented to a no-safe-word, anonymous, almost anything goes gangbang session for the whole night. 

I was enthralled by Alex’s words. I found myself craving those same words spoken to me as Alex used my body however he wanted, reinforcing the knowledge that I had no individual agency, that I belonged to him. That I was his property, owned in the same way he would own a cup or a table or a vehicle. Sometimes less than human in his eyes (and rightfully so, when he wanted it to be that way) and other times a boyfriend he loved in ways traditional but also through his domination over me, but always his slave property.

Alex was really in a rhythm now. His ass, now freed from his pants that were hanging around his lower thighs, flexing with each thrust forward. I felt my own hole twitch watching Alex’s thick, long cock spear into the slave hole relentlessly. He was going so fast he was almost a blur. But I could tell by the relaxed look on his face that he wasn’t anywhere near cumming. I had a sense he would want to sample a few of the offerings before picking one to bless with his cum. 

When Alex’s hand shot up and then down, impacting the slave’s ass, even I was a little startled. He’d never hit me that hard. When he pulled his hand back there was already a print of it on the white slave’s ass. Its knees had given out. Alex opened the picture window to find this time a screen showing a camera feed from inside instead of a one-way window. The slave inside was limp and crying softly. Alex’s smile grew even wider at that sight and his eyes lit up in satisfaction. I didn’t think it was possible for him to piston is cock in and out of the slave any faster than he already was, but he did it. The slave was restrained by its arms and by a harness it wore so it couldn’t try to get away from whatever fucking or abuse it was receiving, and that was probably the only thing keeping it from sliding out of the hole in the wall now that it couldn’t support itself with its legs.

Alex shoved one last hard, fast, brutal fuck into the slave and held it there, panting softly.

“I think that gets the message of Asian supremacy across,” he said, looking at me with an expression that was simultaneously malicious and almost childlike. I had a new fear and respect for him now, and silently thanked him that he was gentler with me. 

I didn’t say it, but in my head I thought the slave probably already knew, accepted, even embraced Asian supremacy. He was here, after all. But the more dominant thought in my mind wasn’t a fully-formed thought at all. It was a feeling of awe and respect.

Alex pulled out of the slave and looked at its dick. It was soft, and smaller than Alex’s cock when he was flaccid. Though, when I thought about it, the slave’s fully hardened dick was probably smaller than Alex’s flaccid cock. 

My Master walked with my leash in his hand over to another slave. This one was white, too, but looked about 18 or 19. With this one, Alex took his time. There was a lube bottle with a pump next to the twunk’s ass, and Alex got some, rubbed it on his cock then coated the slave hole before pushing. He still didn’t slow down when the slave groaned and whined at the penetration, but he wasn’t being as rough. It seemed his rageful, sadistic revenge fucking was reserved for slaves older than him. 

With this slave, Alex’s verbalizations were less aggressive but still as demeaning and dominant.

“It’s good a mayoskin faggot like you has learned so early and already accepted how much better life is if you spend it submitting to superior Asian men,” Alex said, softer than last time but still loud enough for the slave to hear. The pace of his cock pumping into the slave ass was slower, almost erotic. “You just lay there, relax, enjoy being used and knowing that you are fulfilling your one true purpose by being here and pleasuring your superiors.”

Alex slowly picked up the pace, but never got fast with it. It was luxuriating in the slave hole.

“Silky and warm,” Alex said, looking at me. “I don’t know how, but I think this slave has gone the whole night without being bred once yet.” 

“Are you going to breed it, Master?” I asked.

Alex rocked his head back and forth in thought, then gave me a devious smile. 

“I think I’ll relax in its ass a little longer, go fuck another slave then come back and give this one my load, if it hasn’t already been bred,” Alex said. The nonchalant way he spoke made me excited. It was such a casual thing for him. He was fully aware that for any lucky man, slave or otherwise, who got to taste or feel his cock, it was an experience of spiritual awakening and fulfillment. His confidence, so strong that an ignorant person might be tempted to call it arrogance, was intoxicating. That confidence and pride was earned and beyond well deserved. 

Alex marched me over to a third slave, a white man about Alex’s age, and started putting dry fingers in its hole. The slave grunted at first, them exclaimed when Alex added two more fingers, then yelped when my Master shoved his pinky in there as well. Alex opened the window for us both to see the slave grimacing and clinching its teeth. Alex laughed as he twisted his hand around, stretching out the hole before yanking the hand out and shoving his cock in with an “ahhhh.”

This time he didn’t talk, he just fucked the slave. It seemed almost like a routine ritual fuck. He wasn’t too hard on the slave, wasn’t too invested in the experience. He just sort of pounded away at the slave hole and smacked its ass a couple times, a relaxed look in his eyes as if he were in a hammock reading a book on a lazy Sunday afternoon. 

We didn’t spend much time with that slave before heading back to the younger one Alex had promised to cum inside.

“Anybody breed you yet?” Alex asked as he opened the window and then started teasing the slave’s hole. He got a tiny dollop of lube on his finger and pushed it into the slave. The whitey slut sighed happily as Alex felt around inside his slave boypussy. “No, feels like you’re still being deprived of Asian cum.”

The slave didn’t respond, and I quietly wondered if it wasn’t allowed to. 

“We’ll fix that for you, bitch,” Alex said in that tone only he could pull off, a mix of derision and kindness that somehow ended up sounding less condescending and more caring.

Alex withdrew his finger, lubed his cock up again, massaged more lube on and into the slave’s hole, then put his cockhead right at the entrance. He used the hand not gripping the leash attached to my collar to tease the slave’s soft dick for a minute.

“Ready?” he asked rhetorically. “Here it comes, cutie.”

The gorgeous slave, a blond haired, blue eyed twunk with washboard abs and small but defined pecs, was looking at the one-way mirror with wide, uncertain eyes, seeing only his reflection there. Alex went extra slow, looking the twunk in the eyes as he slowly pushed in. It felt like an eternity before the head popped in past the slave’s resistance, its eyes wide and mouth open in a silent “oh” the whole time. Alex didn’t speed up at all after the head got through, though. I could almost feel the blissful torture the slave was experiencing, a desperation for my Master to bottom out inside paired with ecstasy at feeling him slowly penetrate into its body. 

“Good boy, good boy,” Alex cooed softly. The slave absolutely couldn’t hear the praise. I could only barely hear it over the sounds of fucking and moaning and gasping and grunting and occasionally screaming. “That’s it. Nice and slow. Enjoy that cock, bitch.”

I found myself with shaking knees again as Alex kept talking to the slave who couldn’t hear him. He complimented its silky insides, its tight grip on his cock, the way that it didn’t even appear to be trying to stop my Master from fucking him. He talked about what a good slut the bitch was, how much he knew the slave enjoyed getting its ass fucked by anonymous men.

When he finally did bottom out, literal minutes later, Alex held himself there. He stroked the suddenly rock hard dick of the slave gently, teasingly. His caresse of the slave dick was so gentle. It drove the slave wild. Its eyes were squeezed shut and its body was shaking. Its dick would jump and twitch. When Alex got to its balls, the slave started involuntarily pulling on its restraints. 

“Fuck,” Alex said. “I love the way its hole twitches on my cock while I’m doing this. Full on spasms.”

Alex didn’t stop gently teasing the slave’s white dick and balls as his cock began moving slowly in and out of its ass. I wanted so badly to reach out and tease Alex’s nipples through his dress shirt but knew that was against the rules. My role was to stand here, watch and admire my God making use of yet another white slut. And it was a role that, while difficult in terms of self restraint, was thrilling. I loved the way Alex’s cock moved in and out of the slave hole. Watching its hole spasm around his thick, long, titanium hard cock. Seeing my Master’s facial expressions, subtle but unmistakable to me as signs of enjoyment. 

Alex kept his slow pace for about five minutes before he picked it up. Still being relatively gentle with the white slave, Alex started pounding. Its face through the one-way window showed that it was reveling in the fuck. It loved my Master’s cock ramming in. Its dick was twitching with each plunge into its pussy, proof that Alex was hitting its prostate with every thrust. Precum was leaking and the slave started convulsing as it neared its anal orgasm. 

“Watch,” Alex practically whispered to me without taking his eyes off the slave. “I’m gonna make it cum, then breed it. Then it’ll be getting fucked post-orgasm, but all it will remember about tonight is how great my cock felt inside it.”

And watch I did. It was magnificent. The slave had a nice dick, slightly bigger than mine pre-chastity but definitely smaller than Alex’s. It was so hard the head had turned an angry purple. It grunted and moaned and cried out in pleasure as my Master pounded its pussy. Alex took his hand off its dick and kept fucking. Then, without warning, cum exploded from its dick. A geyser of milky white liquid that splashed back onto its stomach, spurt after spurt. Then Alex locked up.

“Fuck yeah, you stupid white whore,” Alex grunted, bottoming out and holding his position there. “Take it, you worthless bitch.”

I felt a rush go to my head, as if I were having my own orgasm, but my cock did nothing but continue to leak precum that I cleaned off my cage and licked off my fingers. Alex’s hands were both on the slave’s thighs, gripping so tight the skin around his fingers turned even whiter. Even through the wall, I could hear the slave moaning and screaming. I watched him through the one-way window, pure ecstasy written in all caps across its face.

When Alex finished his orgasm and pulled out, the slave was still panting and lost in the afterglow of a totally hands free orgasm. Its dick was slowly deflating, as was Alex’s. He reached for a wipe dispenser on the wall, cleaned off his cock and pulled his pants back up. I watched Alex, breathing a little harder than normal, tuck his shirt in, zip and button his pants, fix his belt. Then he looked at me with a cocky grin and gave a tug to my leash.

It seemed that was all Alex had any appetite for. We’d been here for hours and people were starting to clear out, though it was evident the party was far from totally over.

“Let’s go find Jae, see how he’s feeling,” Alex told me. “I’m pretty sure I know where he’ll be.”

As we walked out of the room, Alex took a right turn and headed directly into another, walking me through a wide archway from the main gallery into what I quickly realized was the punishment room. And, just as my Master had predicted, Jae was there. So was, of course, Caden. Jae’s well abused slave, Caden was strapped facing the wall on a Saint Peter cross as Jae used a leather whip to deliver lash after lash. I’d never be able to sustain my commitment as a slave to a master like Jae, I thought. I doubted I’d even survive one session and still have my submissiveness in tact.

“It’s gonna start bleeding soon,” Alex said walking up to Jae.

The Korean master looked up at Alex with a wide, evil smile. 

“That’s the goal!” He said back cheerfully. “This worthless whitey has been too long without proper abuse. It needs it.”

“You’ll risk scarring it,” Alex said, seemingly unconcerned with Caden’s wellbeing but rather his appearance.

Jae thought on this for a minute.

“Arlight. How about this,” he said to Alex. “Since I know you’re such a softy and don’t want me actually hurting my slave, I’ll stop right now if you let me have 10 minutes with your boy there.”

My heart stopped. Surely there was no way Alex would agree to that.

“Think about it this way,” Jae continued when Alex didn’t immediately respond. “How hot will it be to order your boy to get up on a cross and let me strap him in and abuse him? Then watch him obey you? I mean, look, your bitch is practically shaking at the idea. How hot would it be for you to see him obey an order like this?”

I was practically shaking as Alex turned around to look at me. He was examining me, trying to discern if I could handle it. At least that’s what I thought. And I could tell Jae had made a good argument for my Master. He wanted to see me obey this order, to demonstrate to him how much power he had over me. To see that his ownership and control over my body, my mind, my actions, my very soul was so complete that I would do this knowing full well that it would not be like the two times he’d abused me himself, for his own pleasure. It would be worse.

But I saw that even as he was genuinely considering the offer, he was scanning my face and body language to see if it would harm our relationship. I think he knew without a doubt that I would do whatever he ordered, but also understood that while I was a slave so totally in love with him that I would follow is every command, our relationship was still young and the trust we had built in each other was, despite my devotion to him, still somewhat fragile.

Not wanting him to miss an opportunity to experience giving this order and knowing that if he didn’t feel he could comfortably give it now he would probably never even consider it again, I quickly nodded my head while Jae wasn’t watching. That little sign of my willingness to follow his order didn’t turn the situation into any sort of turn off for him, though. The absolute horror of what was about to happen was clear. I was shaking. My eyes were starting to tear up. I was having trouble standing up and my legs were trembling. 

“Get up there, faggot,” Alex ordered me aggressively, pointing to another cross. He turned to Jae. “But I have conditions, ‘cause I don’t need a pristine piece like this being damaged. You get 5 minutes with my slave, not 10. You don’t make it bleed, you don’t give it scars, you don’t give it welts. Nothing goes in its ass and nothing goes in its mouth.”

To anybody who didn’t know Alex, his voice would have sounded purely stern. To me, and probably to Jae, too, the excitement was clear. He was practically giddy as I strode over to a cross and stepped up, facing the wall, and spread my legs and arms. Jae walked up to me with a darkness in his eyes that made my stomach turn and almost had me involuntarily running away from him. He could see how much fear I was experiencing. It was just another part of what turned him on about this.

Jae first did my ankles, probably knowing my body was screaming at me to flee and that it was taking all my strength of will to stay here. Then he did my right wrist. 

“I’m gonna have you screaming and begging me to stop before one minute is over,” Jae whispered, his voice harsh but low enough that Alex couldn’t hear. “But I get five minutes to make you hurt. I’m gonna love beating the shit out of you, faggot.”

Jae ran his hand over my back and gripped my ass before sliding it around to my front, squeezing my balls so hard I’d scream if I weren’t trying so hard not to break down, then moved his hand up and flicked a nipple.

“Abusing this gorgeous body,” he growled. “Making you regret every decision in your life that’s led you to this moment. Alex is your Master, but starting from the first hit your body will belong to me for five whole fucking minutes of hell.”

Then he did my left wrist and walked away. I could feel the waterworks coming. I couldn’t remember a time in my life I’d been so scared I started crying. But that’s exactly what was happening.

“I love Alex and he loves me,” I thought to myself. “Alex wants me to demonstrate my submission to him this way. I will submit freely, because I love him and he loves me. Alex is my benevolent God, he won’t ever let anything bad happen to me. I love Alex and Alex loves me, so I will submit.”

I repeated it like a mantra in my head, feeling more and more sure of the words each time. I flinched when I heard Jae pick up something off a table full of paddles, whips and torture devices behind me. Each step he took toward me, I flinched.

“Don’t say a word, slave,” Alex called out to me. “You can scream all you want, but don’t you dare ask him to stop.”

I gulped at that. Alex had already tested my devotion to him by ordering me to get on this cross and endure this beating. Now I was going to have to demonstrate my will to obey him no matter what.

The paddle came down hard on my ass and I broke, yelping and then screaming and babbling, but not asking Jae to stop. It was one of those with holes in it, so as it came down I heard it whistling and tensed up, likely making the pain much worse.

“I’m gonna break your slave’s will, Alex,” Jae said with a laugh. “He won’t be able to obey that order.”

“Fuck you,” Alex said, equally as amused. “Just watch. That bitch will do anything I tell it to.”

Another hit from the paddle. Alex had never hit me this hard. Not 20 seconds in and I was already pleading silently for Alex to step in and stop this. But I knew he wouldn’t. I had given him my consent. I just repeated my mantra, losing words with each strike Jae delivered and eventually chanting in my mind, “I love Alex. I will obey him. I love Alex. I will obey him. I love Alex. I will obey him.”

Jae got bored with the paddle after about a minute and quickly swapped it out for the whip. I heard him snap it behind me and felt sobs coming. But I was determined to hold them back. The stronger I look throughout this experience, the stronger Alex will look. I wanted Alex to look stronger. I love Alex. I will always obey him, no matter what.

The whip bit at my back and I screamed so loud my voice broke. Then it came again. Then again. Another minute of paddling passed before Jae took a 10 second break and came back with nipple clamps. He attached them, spat in my face, called me a worthless white faggot and then went back behind me and started whipping me again.  The lashes found their way all across my back, my ass, my thighs. I could feel heat rising in my skin where it impacted me each time. 

Unsatisfied because I hadn’t broken yet, Jae got something else from the table. I couldn’t imagine what it would be. Then a mask went over my face. Latex. I couldn’t breathe. Then the whipping resumed. Another minute. I estimated I had about 45 seconds left. The mask came off and I was gasping for air. As soon as I could speak, I was going to beg not Jae but Alex to make this stop.

“You’re being a good boy, Jackson,” Alex called out. “You’re almost done.”

That steeled me. I couldn’t break now. I had to make Alex proud. The mask went back on and two more lashes came, then the mask came back off. One more lash, then Alex called out, “Time.”

“Shit, you really do have a fuckin tough slave,” Jae said, laughing.

“I told you so,” Alex said, pride thick in his voice. I was soaring emotionally, then crashing, then soaring again. My whole body was aching from the way it was tensed up for the whole five minutes of abuse. When Alex took me down from the cross and slowly sat me down on the cold tile floor, I discovered something I couldn’t explain. My dick was trying to break free of its cage and leaking like a faucet. Some small part of me, strong enough to affect my body but not gain recognition in my mind, loved what just happened.

Alex cooed at me as he brushed my hair out of my face.

“You did good, baby boy,” he said. “You showed not just me, but every other person and slave in this room just how devoted you are to me. Just how serious you are about submitting to me.”

Then he leaned down and whispered.

“I’m proud of you.”

Alex helped me to a small bed set aside for aftercare and laid me down, kneeling next to me and wiping my eyes.

“I love you so much, Master,” I blurted out, tears stinging my eyes. “I hated that, but I love you so much. I want to make you happy. I want to make you proud. I’ll do anything you ask, anything you tell me, because I love you and I know you love me.”

Alex smirked at that, wiped my eyes and then gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.

“I do love you baby,” he said. “You’re a great boyfriend and the perfect whitey bitch for me to own.”

It must have been about an hour we laid there. True to his word, Jae let Caden down from the cross. The twink crumpled to the ground and Jae had kicked him gently a few times, then realizing he actually may have overdone it, picked his slave up and walked him to the beds. It didn’t take Caden as long to recover, and before I was ready to move he was taking Jae’s cock up his ass and shouting the praises of his master, how nobody can hurt him as good as Jae does and how he loves the way Jae abuses his body.

Fucking strange relationship. If experts would say my relationship with Alex was unhealthy and toxic, they would say Jae and Caden were completely psychotic demons. When he unloaded inside Caden, Jae gave what I could already tell was a rare show of compassion, affection and care. He picked up Caden and carried him to my bedside.

“I think I’m ready to go, whenever you are,” Jae said. He kissed Caden on the forehead while he waited for my Master’s reply.

“You go on out, we’ll meet you there.”

As soon as they were done, Alex asked me how I was.

My back hurt, my ass was still stinging and my muscles were sore, but in the end I didn’t feel bad. I was getting a massive dose of endorphins following the beating and honestly felt like getting up and going to the amateur exhibit again. I told Alex as much and he looked at me surprised for a moment, then flashed a broad smile and helped me to my feet.

But when we got to the exhibit, I felt my heartbeat accelerate tenfold. There was a master in there with a slave, an I knew both of them. From school.

When Nhan saw me standing there, wearing a cage and being led on a leash by Alex, he broke into fits of laughter. Brian, a white guy standing completely naked with his wrists cuffed together in front of him and nothing else, looked at me with wide eyes.

“Do you know him?” Alex asked.

“Nhan Nguyen,” I told Alex. “We were classmates.”

Alex’s look of confusion quickly changed to a sly smirk.

“Well then,” he said. “Let’s go say hi.”

“But–” I started, then stopped before Alex could say anything. “I mean, Master, I, uh–”

Alex looked at me expectantly.

“Yes, Master,” I said, surrendering. 

“Don’t worry,” Alex said. “If he gives you any shit I’ll put him on the ground and we’ll just leave. But this could be fun. For me, at least. Bow to him like a good little slave when we get up to him.”

I was blushing so much I was certain the cage around my dick would turn red, too.

“I’m Alex Hwang-Tanaka,” Alex said bluntly as we reached them.

I bowed deeply to Nhan. The Vietnamese 18-year-old came from money and all the arrogance and narcissism that is stereotyped with an upbringing characterized by wealth. 

“I understand you used to be acquainted with my slave,” Alex continued as he and Nhan shook hands.

“Nhan Nguyen,” my former classmate said. “This bitch is Bryan, but you can call it whatever the hell you want.”

“May I?” Alex asked, gesturing toward Bryan, who was just as blushed as me and looking down. 

I couldn’t look Nhan in the eyes, though I could tell he was looking at me. We’d flirted for a while freshman year, never really doing anything but in the back seat of his Tesla after school. He wanted to have sex, I wasn’t sure I was ready. I knew he was a top, and bottoming scared me. I could almost laugh at how absurd it was now, if I were so humiliated. 

“Sure,” Nhan answered, his laughing still not fully subsided. “Any owner of… uh, what do you call your slave? Wouldn’t want to call the bitch by the wrong name.”

“Still Jackson,” Alex answered absentmindedly as he began feeling up Brian’s naked body.

“Any owner of Jackson’s is a friend of mine,” Nhan said, then started laughing at full force again. “You can do whatever you want to it. Bend it over and fuck it good if you want.” 

I glanced up and saw Alex holding Bryan’s uncaged cock and balls in his hand. The twink looked mortified at the fact that not only was his best friend from high school giving another man permission to touch his body however he wanted, it was happening in front of another friend from high school.

That’s when it hit me that there was no reason for me to be ashamed of my position in front of Bryan. He was in the same world as me. It didn’t help with Nhan, who had been a bit of an asshole to me after I ended our after school makeout sessions, though. Thinking back on that short lived relationship (if you can actually call it a relationship) it should have been obvious that I was a sub. He was always so dominant and would manhandle me, despite Nhan being a few inches shorter, and I loved it. I actually almost cummed in my pants once from the way he called me a stupid bitch and pinned me down in the backseat before shoving his tongue in my mouth. 

And truth be told, I really had wanted to have sex with him. I was just afraid of it hurting. It was the same reason I was so hesitant with Alex. Sure, I wanted my first time to be special, but I was also terrified that bottoming would kill me.

Nhan was more gorgeous today than he’d been when we graduated. His piercing brown eyes, smooth black hair, medium toned skin, slim but muscular build. Before I met Alex, Nhan was the only person I’d ever given head to. At that time he was about 7 inches. I knew he had to have grown since then. He’d never sucked my dick. Never even touched it. Never even seen it. I was too embarrassed to take off my clothes with him His attention while we were there in the back seat of his car had been on groping my ass and exploring my mouth with his tongue. I’d seen him totally naked countless times through high school, all the way through senior year, and knew what a great body he had.

“Can I take a closer look at your bitch?” Nhan asked as Alex spread Bryan’s ass open and teased at his hole.

“Absolutely,” Alex answered happily. Then, after a moment of thought, “But no fucking it or putting anything inside its pussy.”

Nhan nodded his acceptance of that term and walked up to me, lifting my face by the chin to look in his eyes.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I don’t understand why you never let me see you naked before.”

Nhan began running his hands over my body.

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied, my voice weak. He smirked at that.

“God, I can’t remember how many times I fantasized about you being in a position like this and calling me sir,” Nhan said. “Or better, Master.”

“Alex is my Master, Sir,” I answered.

Nhan ignored that and grabbed ahold of my dick. I looked over at Alex for a moment to see him standing behind Bryan, holding him by the throat as he played with his balls, but Nhan was quick to return my eyes to him by grabbing me again by the chin. 

“Other than no penetration, any rules?” Nhan asked. “I used to get make out and head from this bitch in high school and I’d love to see how it’s improved.”

Oh, shit. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want Alex to know about that. This time, Nhan didn’t stop me looking over at Alex. His face wasn’t upset or disappointed, though. It was… pleasantly surprised?

“Go ahead,” Alex answered happily. “He told me he gave a guy head in high school but never told me any specifics. And I guess if you’ve already enjoyed his mouth there’s no harm in letting you do it again.”

“Ooh,” Nhan said softly so only I could hear. “ ‘Him’ and ‘his,’ huh? That’s a very unique relationship you’ve got with your master.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, Nhan put his hand on the side of my neck and drew me in, putting his lips to mine. I opened my mouth and invited his tongue inside. It felt so familiar. I almost regretted not letting him fuck me when he’d asked. But just almost. Because losing my virginity to Alex, in those exact circumstances where I wasn’t being given a real choice but was instead being taken by a man I recognized almost instantly as being superior, was the best possible way it could have happened.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy this moment. Nhan had my Master’s permission to do whatever he wanted to me except fuck me, and if I was into the makeout session, it would be more enjoyable for him. If, when he decided it was time, I enjoyed sucking his cock, it would be better for him, too. 

Nhan’s free hand roamed all over my body, paying extra attention to my asscheeks but never violating my Master’s boundary involving my pussy. But he also paid extra attention to my caged dick. It must have fascinated him, after all the times I’d begged uselessly for him to suck my dick after I’d given him head, that I would allow my dick to be locked away for good.

“Is this thing permanent?” Nhan asked Alex, pulling away for a second and staring at my caged dick.

Alex looked over to see Nhan gripping my balls and caged dick.

“Oh, yeah,” Alex said. “He and my other slave both have permanent locks on. Keeps them from worrying about their own little inferior dicklets and focused on pleasing me.”

Nhan’s grip on the side of my neck and my dick and balls both tightened in excitement as Alex went back to fingering Bryan, who was sheepishly accepting the pleasure he was receiving.

“Did you ever get that blowjob you kept begging me for back in freshman year?” Nhan asked, his voice husky and his eyes intense with anticipation of my answer.

“No, Sir,” I answered.

“Fucking christ, that’s hot,” he said, attacking my mouth again.

Slowly, Nhan walked me backwards toward the wall. I wanted to see what Alex was doing, but for some reason I didn’t dare open my eyes while Nhan was kissing me. It took me a minute to figure that out, but then I realized it was because he’d caught me with my eyes open once in high school and been furious with me, telling me that he’d better never catch me kissing him without my eyes closed again.

God, I really was a natural sub. Chastised one time and it was all it took to train me to keep my eyes closed while kissing. 

I did my best to keep myself at least somewhat aware of the present as Nhan backed me all the way into the wall. I was quickly becoming overcome with the passion of all this. Nhan was different than Alex. Not better. But different because of the history we had. It was like he was making up for all the time that had passed since the last time we were in his car. Despite the knowledge that Nhan fucking me was an absolute impossibility, my hole was twitching. My arms were wrapped around Nhan, holding him close to me. I could feel his rock hard cock on my leg through his pants and my mouth started watering a little. 

Suddenly he pulled away.

“On your knees, slut,” Nhan whispered.

I complied instantly. I waited a couple seconds for him to do something, then looked up at Nhan. He was staring at me expectantly and I suddenly realized what he wanted.

“May I take out your cock, Sir?” I asked.

“Go ahead, slave,” Nhan said. 

I felt a thrill run through me as I reached up, undid his belt and button and zipper then pulled his dress slacks down to his knees. Having him, the man I’d had a thing with in high school, call me slave and acknowledge that I had embraced a life of servitude to an Asian man, was as mortifying as it was exciting.

I slowly lowered his black bikini briefs, taking my time to admire the fat cock they concealed. When it popped free of his underwear, it smacked me in the face, splattering precum on my cheek. I didn’t waste time, grabbing his cock and opening my mouth. But then he grabbed a fistfull of my hair and pushed my head back up against the wall.

“Did you ask permission to touch my cock? Or to suck it?” Nhan asked.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said, genuinely embarrassed by my rude manners. “May I touch and suck your cock, Sir?”

“You need to be more complimenting to my cock, bitch,” Nhan said, his voice still low so that only I could hear him.

“Please, Sir, may I touch and suck your massive, beautiful, glorious Asian cock?”

In response to my request, Nhan pulled my head forward and shoved his dick right in my mouth.

“Sure you can, slut,” he said as he rested my head halfway down his cock. “Suck away.”

Nhan’s cock had, indeed, gotten bigger. It was now the same size as Alex’s, almost exactly. Maybe not quite as thick, but definitely as long. I immediately took him all the way down to the root, opening my throat the way Alex had trained me. Nhan gasped and his knees quivered. I held his cock there, then started going back and forth, taking it all the way down my throat and then back up almost to the head, swirling my tongue at every opportunity to add extra stimulation.

Nhan had obviously been saving up his load, because it didn’t take long. Maybe 10 minutes of oral worship for his cock, and Nhan was blasting cum down my throat. He held himself there for another two full minutes before backing away and ordering me to dress him back up. I did as I was told, then he put his hands under my arms and pulled me up. He was still about two inches shorter than me, so I was looking down just a little bit to look him in the eyes.

The young Vietnamese man kissed me once more, then grabbed me by the leash and led me back to Alex. I was opening and closing my sore jaw in hopes of some sort of relief. My Master was busy, too. He was fucking Nhan’s slave, and getting close to the finish by the looks of it. Bryan was loving it, too. Begging for more. Praising Alex for his superiority. When Alex did cum inside the twink, Bryan thanked him and dropped to his knees, putting Alex’s cock in my mouth and sucking it clean until Alex pushed him away because his cock was too sensitive.

“You’ve got a beautiful slave here, Nhan,” Alex said, rebuttoning his shirt and fixing his pants back up. “Great fuck. Tight hole. Which is surprising after seeing how big your dick is while you were using Jackson’s throat.”

“Thanks,” Nhan said. “And holy fuck, you’ve trained your bitch well. I’ve never had head like this. From now on, I think my little slut is gonna have to work harder or risk getting punished if he can’t match Jackson’s abilities.”

The two chatted for a little while about how Alex had trained me. By this point, I was getting used to being talked about as an object while I was present. I was a nothing more than a living decoration when my Master was having a conversation with someone else that didn’t need to include my voice. 

“So there’s really no way I could ever fuck him?” Nhan asked, drawing my attention back to the conversation. It struck me all of a sudden how strange it was that Bryan was standing next to Alex and I was standing next to Nhan.

Alex took a moment to think, then looked seriously at Nhan.

“I’ll have to think about it,” he said. “But if I decide to say yes, there will be one very major condition.”